#in the chaos

[mr-echo-irl]

Разум раненой души хрупок, как стекло.

- @hanna-oc-irl

Not the Russian again...

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[hanna-oc-irl]

Do you like skibidi toilet?

@rizzler-jeremy-walker

Oh fsm.. brain rot.

Yeah sure, I like skibidi toilet ':3

[catchymemes]

[nondelphic]

sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.

[honorlessrogue]

today i wrote zero words! but i did think about my story twice in passing. that probably counts for something

[nenufara]

dancing away

[lsdoiphin]

🦔

A little something Sonic before convention season begins! This game stole multiple hundreds of hours of my life. (Especially the chao garden.)

[disastertwins9000]

bat-shenanigans

they’re the hero’s gothem deserves…?? maybe??

[supd00dle]

powerful water spirit reluctantly accepts gift from little echidna girl idk

have I posted this here before…?

[prlssprfctn]

Once Clark tells Batkids that if they need a safe space or some comfort, then they can come and visit his farm — he'll do his best to provide some help or support.

And he means it.

However, he is pretty sure that they will rarely use this advice of his. They are Batkids, after all! Independent and uncommunicative at the most.

Well.

Turns out he was wrong.

Damian and Dick are frequent quests in his farm, anyway — Damian hangs out with Jon, always appearing out of nowhere, and Dick visits them here and there — so it takes Clark some time to notice that others are here, too.

Tim starts joining them on occasions first. Mostly with Kon by his side, but he still steals sweets from the countertop that they hide from Jon, and Clark just... smiles. Okay. It is cute. Kon is a part of the family, and he is clearly in a good relationship with Tim. It is not bad at all.

...Until, Cass randomly appears in his study room out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of him, telling that she needed a quiet place to read the book.

And then Lois almost gets a heart attack when she wakes up in the middle of the night to drink water and bumps on Duke and his magnificent glowing eyes, because... Because Duke munches their cereals in four am???

(He was nearby after some mission. Was lazy to go to the safehouse. Whatever.)

Clark finds Stephanie sleeping with his sheep, caged in her hug later that week. When he returns home to tell Lois about it, he finds out that... She stress-bakes with Red Hood himself, while they both loudly shit on the Batfamily for different reasons (but mostly it is about Bruce, of course).

Alfred calls him a few hours later, asking to send the kids home for dinner.

Clark thinks that maybe — just maybe — moving out is not a bad idea, after all!

[hanna-oc-irl]

Interruption

She was doing well. Or at least, it’s what she convinced herself into believing. Hanna had spent weeks battling the darkness she’d inflicted upon herself. She pleaded with it, she shouted at it, she imagined punching it’s face in when she’d train. She ran from it sometimes, going as far as ten miles within an hour. It was all Hanna knew to do.

Hanna laid in her bed, her blankets pulled up to her neck, staring at the Read message below the most recent message. Void, her cat was on the floor batting around a little stuffed mouse, the rattling filling the quiet of her condo. The people she would’ve asked, the people she wanted to ask weren’t talking to her. Still weren’t talking to her. She’d reached out to them, asking to have a conversation, begging to get the chance to apologize. But all she got was her worst fear.

Silence.

It was in the silence she fell deeper and nearly became consumed by the darkness. It’s soothing destructive power was alluring more than she’d ever felt anything else be. Well, that was a lie. Mints was soothing. Mints helped her. Mints listened to her. Mints hadn’t done that in weeks. It pained her to be so far apart from the person she loved. The person she cared for more then herself. Hanna shut off her phone and set it screen-side up on her mattress, deciding to watch Void instead. Her frown slowly became a small smile as the black cat got the mouse stuck under her dresser.

It was odd to her, how easily she seemed to be coping with all of the drama currently happening around her. Maybe it was because of the people she’s met here, or the new life she’s begun to create for herself. Her heart warmed at the memory of her.. yeah. Her friends. Unlikely for sure, a few months ago, Hanna would’ve said you were crazy if you told her she’d be friends with a former (?) villain. But now, she was thankful she had them, Echo and Lord Garmadon. They didn’t know it, but they were part of the reason why she was able to get a handle on the darkness.

When her phone dinged, Echo agreeing to allow Hanna to come to the monastery to paint younger Echo’s nails, her smile widened further. It had been a rough few days. Her and Mints anniversary was today. She hesitated standing from her bed at the reminder. If they were still physically together, they’d be cuddling and reminiscing on the past year. The ups. The downs. The wild turns that made them sick to think about. She felt sick. She wanted to tell Echo never mind and crawl back under the covers.

Soft fur against her leg knocked her out of her trance. Looking down, Void was rubbing against her calf, his bright green eyes pointed up at her with a little meow. Hanna chuckled softly and scratched his head. “Lets get ready, were going to see your sister, June, again.” Void mewed happily and trotted off, grabbing his mouse in his teeth. Hanna could cry about her heartbreak and guilt later, right now, she had to fulfill a promise. A promise about nail polish and cat siblings. She would’ve fulfilled her promise, Hanna’s hand grabbed the knob of her bedroom when everything went south.

It came from nowhere, overwhelming all of her senses all at once. She smelled fear, her ears rang, she saw red, she felt cold and hot all at once, she could taste blood. The blood; her own. Hanna’s teeth gnawed on the flesh of her cheek as the breath was knocked out of her lungs. “Let go Hanna, allow me to feel for you instead.” It told her, the voice a cold honey that iced over the burning rage of her wailing heart.

Hanna wanted to fight it. She wanted to go to the monastery and paint younger Echo’s nails while they watched June and Void play wrestle. She wanted to give in and not have to feel this guilt anymore. Her eyes stung with unshed tears and her knees ached from the impact of them on her wood floor. Hanna’s door creaked, she opening it as she fell. Hanna begged the darkness, begged it to let her go, to leave her. But it didn’t listen and her vision went dark.

Silence.

Hours later, Hanna woke back up, when she sat on her floor, looking over to her very confused looking cat, she chuckled. It didn’t sound like her. Her cat’s ears folded back as she explained such a simple concept. She was doing well.

[catchymemes]

[nondelphic]

writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

[sexypeople-contests-2025]

[madge-nius]

I actually love this duo, deranged and infant is a top tier dynamic