#ramadan starts tonight!

[vamp0rivm]

Can u do a drabble or hcs on cuddling Ellie?

Ur writing is so good I love everything U write :>

WREATHE

warnings: not much, mostly fluff, basically the rq, mdni with my account tho😏

a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR I KID YOU NOT LIKE HALF A YEAR IM GENUINELY SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😰 thank you so much for sending the rq even though i took the piss responding, also this is a drabble bc i don’t think i’d be good at doing hcs 😭 i have some shit coming up at uni so i prolly won’t put anything out for a while but i have an idea for a new fic in the drafts !!! very excited…

ramadan has started which means israel’s violence against the Palestinian people will worsen as it does every year, purely for the sake of inflicting even more psychological torture on them. please, now more than ever, pray for them if you’re religious, talk about palestine, boycott, protest, strike, donate if you can, contact the people in charge. don’t let people forget. here’s a link to some details on the situation. everybody stay safe 💗.

10:47 - you return from a strenuous day of patrol and odd jobs around Jackson. You’re slightly tipsy, a drink or two from the Tipsy Bison churning a pool of warmth within your stomach.

The place is stagnant when you push the door open, as if coming home to nobody.

Ellie must’ve gone to bed early today.

You drift to the bathroom despite the fact that the house feels apocalyptic, and sit in the gentle rush of water, scrubbing your skin weakly with aching arms.

When you enter your room, everything is still, except for the rhythmic rise and fall of Ellie’s figure beneath the covers on the bed backed against the wall.

You throw the dampened towel that is slung over your shoulder carelessly and walk over to the bed, gently settling beside her.

For a while, you feel content. Sleep is lulling you in, the room is shadowy, the bed is warm, and the sound of Ellie’s deep-sleep-breaths (totally not snores at all, she swears) are soft like TV static in the back of your mind.

Your eyes are on the verge of fluttering closed for the last time tonight so you turn onto your side and nestle into yourself.

Then, there’s a harsh jolt and the bed shifts. You can feel Ellie’s puzzled gaze raking over you, the realisation that you’re home setting in, and your lips twist into a smile subconsciously. The night rarely ends without the inebriating buzz of affection.

A quiet sigh escapes the enclosure of her blush-pink lips before she reclines into the pillows once more, eyes never leaving the still curvature of your figure. Not a moment passes and her arms encircle your waist, warmth embracing your torso and pressing against your hair like a wreathe of absolute comfort.

A barely audible mumble tickles the helix of your ear,

“Hey, babe,” accompanied by the phantom touch of her lips against your cheeks in her half-asleep state. You scrunch your nose before turning into the love she offers you.

“Hey, Els.”

You begin to mumble butterfly details about the happenings of the day as you feel the surface of her skin raise with goosebumps under the delicate tracing of your fingertips - down her bare thighs, along the round of her hip, along her stomach and under her boobs - easing airy chuckles out of her.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Hm? Nothin’…”

You can already picture the smirk on her dazed face,

“Ya sure there? You want somethin’, babe?”

A playful scoff and she’s looking at you with feigned shock against the weight of tired eyelids,

“Can’t I feel you? I just wanna be close to you,”

“I’d say we’re pretty close, ya know?”

“Never close enough,” you clarify and the rasp of her laugh fades into silence and she presses a kiss onto your head, and then another, straining her neck till she’s face to flushed and grinning face, stringing a blizzard of soft, dewy kisses across it.

“Alright, alright!”

“One more- mwah,” she smacks her lips against your scrunched up mouth aggressively, leaving a gross patch of saliva, and smiles dumbly to herself, tightening the hold of her arms around you to which you groan.

Tight against her gentle sway, she mutters a quiet confirmation,

“Never close enough,” and then runs the rough pads of her fingertips along the expanse of your skin, lingering a moment on your thighs.

It’s like the rustle of a spring breeze and it draws your eyes to a close.

As you drift further from the surface, you feel the soft tingle of Ellie’s foot nudging your ankle and the distant haze of her voice whispering,

“You sure you don’t want anything, baby?” and you’re asleep.

also, absolutely no one asked for this but here are some pictures of my fat ass cat (cutest patootie evah 😆😆):

[nais-doodles]

Ramadan Mubarak to those who are starting tonight! May all of our fasts and duas be accepted, and may they be easy for us.

Ameen ❤️

[kyleoreillylover]

The Calm Before the Storm

Jey Uso x Fem!Black!Reader x Sami Zayn

Summary: Moments before the 2023 Royal Rumble, you, Jey and Sami have a moment alone. What's unbeknownst to you and Jey is this will be the last time you will have a peaceful conversation.

Warnings: established relationship, angst at the end

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more-blog @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @empressdede @judgementdaysunshine

word count: 1,113

a/n: hey y'all... ik it's been a while don't kill me 😭 been busy with school, ramadan, and personal stuff, but I hope ya'll are good!! missed you guys! here's a lil something to make up for the time away.

graphics by @firefly-graphics!!

“Is he ready yet?” You asked Jey as you walked into Sami’s locker room, your eyes filled with concern as  you scanned the room for any signs of Sami.

"He's in the bathroom." Jey stood up from his seat on the couch, his expression mirroring your concern. "He's been in there for a while. I'm starting to get worried too."

You nodded, your worry growing with each passing second. You knew the impeding match between Roman and Kevin tonight had him worried and stressed about his ex best friend, but you knew it wasn't gonna be easy for Sami. 

Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and Sami emerged, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly. His eyes met yours, and you could see the fear and anxiety swirling within them.

"Sami, are you okay?" you asked, stepping closer to him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He forced a weak smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll be fine," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just nerves, you know?"

You exchanged a worried glance with Jey, both of you knowing that it was more than just nerves that were plaguing Sami. You gave Jey a look that said calm Sami down, and Jey nodded in understanding before turning his attention to Sami.

"Hey, baby," Jey began in a soothing tone, "Sit down."

"I said I'm fine." Sami replied,  but his voice wavered, betraying his facade of calmness. Jey gently guided Sami to the couch, ignoring his protests.

"Sami, sit down." Sami sighed and reluctantly obeyed, sinking into the soft cushions of the couch. You took a seat beside him, lacing your fingers with his as Jey sat on the other side of the room, giving Sami space but still being there for support.

"All you have to do is just stand there. No fighting, no nothing, just stand ringside for Roman, and everything will be okay," Jey reassured him, his voice steady and reassuring.

Sami nodded, but you could see the doubt lingering in his eyes. "I know, I know," he muttered, more to himself than to either of you.

Jey knew he should've been reporting this hesitancy to Roman, should be letting Roman know that Sami wasn't in the right state of mind to accompany him to the ring. But betraying his boyfriends trust is something Jey couldn't bring himself to do.

So, he simply continued to offer words of encouragement, hoping to ease Sami's nerves even just a little.

"Dont you want to be part of the Bloodline?" Jey Jey's question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of expectation and loyalty.

Sami glanced up at him, his brow furrowed with uncertainty.

"Sami, we need you with us. So tonight, you need to show Roman that you're with us one hundred percent," Jey continued, his voice firm but gentle.

You gently cupped Sami's face, turning it so he was looking directly at you. "Sami, baby, please, do this for us. After tonight, Roman will see your loyalty, and we can tell him about our relationship. All you have to do is just stand there by his side, and everything will fall into place, and when it's over, we'll have each other."

Sami's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions—fear, uncertainty, and a hint of longing. He knew the stakes were high, not just for Roman's match but for his place within the group. Taking a deep breath, he leaned into Jey's arms, seeking comfort and reassurance. "Okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

Jey wrapped his arms around Sami, holding him close. He was so close to having him, and with Sami's confirmation of support, his heart swelled with hope and determination.

"That's my baby." Jey cupped Sami's face and kissed him softly, his lips lingering against Sami's as if to convey all the love and support he could muster in that single moment.

Sami quickly responded in kind, deepening the kiss, pouring all of his emotions into it—his fear, his uncertainty, but most importantly, his love for Jey. For a moment, they were lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.

When Jey pulled away, you quickly took his place, sitting on Samis lap and taking his face in your hands, kissing him gently yet passionately. "We believe in you, Sami," you whispered against his lips. "You've got this."

Sami's trembling hands found their way to your waist, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with gratitude.

Guilt ate at him as his two favorite people in the world showering him with encouragement and love, unaware of the fact he simply couldn't do what they asked them to do. Couldn't just stand by idly and watch as Kevin got pummeled.

But he promised you two he would try, and he owed you both at least that. 

A knock on the door startled Sami, and the three of you quickly separated and made it seem like everything was normal as Roman entered the locker room. His presence commanded attention, and Sami immediately straightened up, trying to push aside his doubts and fears.

"Ready to go, Sami?" Roman asked, his tone expectant as he glanced around the room.

Sami nodded, offering Roman a tight smile. "Yeah, ready as I'll ever be."

Roman clapped a hand on Sami's shoulder, a gesture that felt both comforting and suffocating at the same time. "Good. Let's do this."

He exchanged a look with the both of you, and you and Jey stood up, and after you nodded at Roman, you both gave Sami a hug, your embrace conveying all the support and love you could muster. If Roman thought the hug lasted too long, he didn't mention it, choosing instead to focus on the task at hand.

"You got this, okay?" You whispered to Sami as you pulled away from the hug, giving him one last reassuring smile before he followed Roman out of the locker room, already thinking of how amazing it'll be to put the lei on him and make him an official member of the Bloodline, and finally tell Roman of your relationship!

Jey squeezed Sami's hand before letting go, his eyes filled with hope and pride and the same thoughts as you, thinking how good the red lei will look against his boyfriends skin.

Boyfriend. It sounded amazing to think about Sami like that, to know he has Sami like that, and that Jey has you like that.  "We'll be waiting for you, kay Sami?"

Oh how Sami wished those words were true.

[sturnioloskyline]

Can you write where Nick is friends with a girl who has a similar personality as him?

bff!nick x reader headcanons!!

some platonic nick x fem!reader headcanons 😋

you guys probably met through instagram tbh 💀. he saw people talking about you so he stalked your page, and dmed you leaving a sweet message about how cool he thought you were.

you guys would instantly hit it off. as soon as you started talking to each other, it was hard to stop.

nick immediately knew that he HAD to get you in some car videos.

you hung out with nick a lot at the triplets’ house, so you became close friends with matt and chris too.

all of the car videos you were in would end up being the most energetic, chaotic, loudest videos ever. they were just full of nonstop banter and sassiness from you and nick.

because of this, you grew very popular with the fans, and they wanted to see you in videos all the time.

soon enough you moved to be closer to the triplets and became a frequent member of their videos.

you ended up spending pretty much all of your time with them, even going back and forth between boston and la with them.

your friendship became more of a family-like relationship, like the triplets were your own brothers. and their family also treated you like their own.

you ended up being permanently a part of each others lives, being together for almost every moment forward until you grew old.

…

author’s note: short but sweet? i’m exhausted, and ramadan starts tmrw… also saw drake tonight 🌚

[spiritedstars]

Tonight is the first night of Ramadan prayers and we'll begin fasting starting tomorrow. Ramadan Mubarak to anyone participating and may it be a blessed month for all! ✨♥️

[nuuralshams]

1 April 2024, Monday

Made a habit tracker in my journal after ages. Let’s hope I actually fill it in daily.

Extract from my journal entry for the day:

Today was a special day because mom and I went for taraweeh to the mosque today. It felt so intimate to me despite being at such a large congregation - the presence Infront of god. I felt an abundance of gratitude while I was in prayer. Gratitude to be in a Muslim country with such congregations, to be in a country with imams that recite so beautifully, to have been raised by my mom that instilled a love for prayer in me, and to Allah for guiding me to his religion so I could be here tonight. :’) alhamdulillah.

Day 22: What is something you always miss about Ramadan when it's over? / What do you think you might miss this year?

My answer for this hasn’t changed since last year, I would say the “spirit” of Ramadan which inspires and pushes us to make the most of the blessed month and increase our good deeds and refrain from bad habits. On top of that this particular Ramadan I am (so far) feeling a sense of tranquility and inner peace which I honestly didn’t realize I’ve been missing before Ramadan started. I’m hoping I can carry this feeling and state of mind with me even after Ramadan ends and we go back to our hectic schedules in sha Allah.

[i-aint-even-bovvered]

Apparently Ramadan starts tonight, so if I have any Muslim followers, have a Happy Ramadan!

But I do have one question, if you'll indulge a curious Jew for a moment.

It looks like you fast the same way we do (no food or drink at all, though I'm sure you also have exceptions for people who can't fast fully for reasons), but how do you do it for a whole month? I understand that you only fast sun up to sundown, so it's not the FULL full day, but it must be really hard. How do you cope?

[selenastaylors]

hey guys just wanted to let you guys know that ramadan is starting literally tonight! if you guys could please try to tag anything nsfw related etc it would be appreciated <3

[izzythehutt]

I won't be using Tumblr for a month since Ramadan starts tonight but I love your story so much! It's really helped me understand and appreciate some of my relatives who express love and affection very differently than me.

God bless you! Have a prayerful social media fast.

[lovelystarfish]

The 96th Annual Oscars

Its come to my attention that the Oscars are on tonight and to that I say...

FUCK THE OSCARS. I don't care how many years it's been on. I don't care who's hosting it, who is on the red carpet, what they’re wearing, who wins, who loses. I don't care about any of that. What I do care about is what's going to happen during the Oscars; in Gaza and in Rafah and Ramallah. 

Today, well tonight actually is the start of a Muslim Holiday known as Ramadan.It’s a holiday that lasts a month long so about 29-30 days where those who are able to participate,fast from sunrise to sunset. They do this every single day of Ramadan. They eat a meal before sunrise then break the fast after the sunsets. On every single website that I saw while researching this month it's regarded as a holy month. A month focused on self-reflection and spiritual improvement. It's a time for community and these people are starving to death. They are dying from malnutrition and disease because of Isn't Real. The lack of supplies, proper food, access to proper medical care for the sick. Also because the fucking US vetoes a humanitarian ceasefire.

This is insane and now people who live in the US are gonna be tuned into what's happening on the red carpet. After what happened during the Grammys I have no doubt that my feed is gonna see a lot of talk about the Oscars and I hate that. I hate it!!!People are dying!! People need help!! Those attempting to leave to get to Egypt have to pay like $5000 thats fucking crazy!! It's crazy, it's insane, its sick and twisted, and so very disgusting. I want to scream! I truly want Palestine to be free! I want Palestinians to no longer worry about when the next bomb will drop or how long till they get their next meal. I hope they never have to pull another body out of the rubble.

Death to the colonizers and shame on those who are silent in the face of genocide. I hope for the liberation of Palestine in this lifetime and wish much success to those who continue to take Isn't Real to court as well as the countries who are taking action to support the liberation of Palestine.

-starfish

[shrinkthisviolet]

Since Ramadan is starting tonight (in the US, possibly tomorrow night in other places)…reminder for everyone that putting “NSFR” (Not Safe for Ramadan) is patronizing. We Muslims can monitor our own experiences, and we don’t need things marked for us, especially by non-Muslims

[night-rhea]

Tonight ramadan starts that means all night drawing yes totally im gonna draw all night

(gonna play games all night and i know it)

[quotidian-oblivion]

Congratulations on your 100s! That is super awesome!

Since you asked for a prompt, I've got a fluffy and a whumpy idea, but ofc don't feel obligated to do either:

Whumpy: Someone Dangerous discovers that 9yo Timmy knows who Batman is...

Fluffy: Damian collecting a series of increasingly non-domesticated animals and naming them after his siblings. When asked, he gives an embarrassing reason (the turtle is called Drake bc he moves at the same speed Drake's neurons fire), but the internal monologue reveals something really sweet (turtles are slow and careful, reflecting Tim's strategic nature)

Congratulations again, and have fun writing whatever drabble you choose!

Me, munching on an easter bunny chocolate at 3:04 am in the morning and reading this: *whisper-squeals* Thank you *voice cracks*

This is honestly one of the best day (night) of my life??? Not only a 100 followers on Tumblr and Ao3, but an ask from sardonic-sprite? LORD have mercy on me because I'm about to melt.

I love the prompts so much!!! I think I might do both since it's just gonna be drabbles and I don't need to go too deep (bcuz honestly, I'm exhausted from the last ten nights of Ramadan where some Muslims stay up all night). So... Imma just post it here then post them both on ao3 when possible.

Thank you so mcuh sprite 🥲 I appreciate it.

~

WHUMPY:

Pluviophile

Tim hated the rain.

The wet clothes, the soggy socks, the squelch of the shoes, the water showering from the sky and barging into people’s lives; an uninvited guest. Not to mention the increased risk of pneumonia and hypothermia for someone who didn’t have an umbrella or a warm(er) jacket. He really should have been more prepared.

But his camera bag was torn from last night’s mishap with the drunk muggers and he really wanted to go out tonight because Nightwing was coming to Gotham after three months and he and Robin always got up to the best of shenanigans when together. He had nearly half a wall filled with printed pictures of their endless pranks, most of them on Batman himself. 

Looking at the pictures, it wasn’t hard to imagine that Batman was secretly a softie. That Bruce Wayne was secretly a softie. 

Tim sighed and tugged the not-thick-enough jacket closer around himself, leaning back on the fire escape rails and gathering the motivation to get up and leave the snug, rare dry spot under the roof to go catch his bus. It was time to call it a night, but Tim didn’t want to leave. 

Rain loudly splattered onto every surface, sounding like a million bins dancing to a jig.

“Should you be out here?” a voice called from below. 

Tim startled, but kept still. He had plenty of experience being silent and invisible. Maybe the man below was speaking to someone else?

“I am addressing you, child.” 

Maybe there was another child?

“We’re the only two people here. Everyone else is fast asleep.” 

Tim gulped and didn’t move, he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Very well.” 

There was silence. It stretched out for several minutes, only the sound of thudding rain echoing in the alley. Tim stopped counting at 560. He finally released a long shaky breath and opened his eyes, only for thunder to boom and lightning to strike, showing a large man sitting right in front of him. 

Tim gasped, but his breath got caught in his throat, so a squeak came out instead. 

The man grinned, his bushy black beard parting way to a scary smile. Two scratch scars on his face scrunched up as his eyes crinkled in a smile. “Hello,” he said, clearly audible over the storm. 

Tim gulped. 

“I won’t hurt you if you take a moment to listen to me.” 

Tim’s hands started shaking. 

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” The man shifted, sitting in a criss-cross position on the fire escape and taking up most of the space, leaving only a few inches gap between the two of them. His dripping coat released water, spreading the puddle enough to touch Tim’s legs. Tim pushed himself further into the fire escape rails. 

“My name is Vandal Savage,” began the man in a deep, calm voice. “And I have come to seek help from you.” 

Me? Tim wanted to ask, but his throat was still clogged up. 

“I came upon a source that said that you were a rare bright child. An interesting and possibly dangerous specimen.” 

I’m not an animal for you to bid, Tim wanted to retort, but his voice failed him once again. 

“I’m sure you’re busy, so I’ll keep this brief.” Vandal Savage leaned forward. “Is it true? That you know who the Batman is?” 

An unexpected sound pulled itself up his throat, resembling something between a squeak and a growl. Tim winced. 

Vandal Savage eyed his face, then his body, scrutinizing his body language. Tim shifted uncomfortably. “Come with me,” he then suddenly said. 

Tim stilled once more. But this time, his throat finally started doing its job. Tim swallowed and hoarsely sounded out a very confused, “What?” 

“Come with me,” Vandal Savage repeated. 

His breathing was morphing into short bursts of undiluted panic. “Wh— Why— What if I say no?” 

Vandal Savage tilted his head. Then he smiled. 

Chills crawled up and down Tim’s spine and he knew that he was doomed. 

Savage did not say anything else, he stood up and jumped down the fire escape, landing on the ground with a soft ‘squelch’. He took one last glance at Tim before walking away. 

Tim sat unmoving for a few seconds, catching up on his breath. 

He wasn’t going to follow him. No way. That was crazy. He was going to go home. Mhm, he was going to go home and huddle up in his cozy bed, plop some headphones on and blare music loud enough to keep the memory away. Savage didn’t say that he was going to hurt him if Tim refused, so it should be safe enough. He wasn’t going to follow Savage. He wasn’t. 

Tim took a deep breath and picked up his camera, shoving it into his bag. Curse this whole night. Couldn’t he have waited until tomorrow to take some pictures? It wasn’t like Nightwing was going to leave after just a day. He wasn’t his parents. 

He hoisted his bag on his shoulders and climbed down from the fire escape. He looked down at the ground, ignoring the rain and the chills still running down his spine, when he collided with a fully solid surface. He looked up to see Savage, smiling down at him. A Cheshire cat smile. Except without the teeth.

Savage did not grab his wrist to pull him towards where he wanted to go. He just turned and walked. 

Tim was not following him. He was not. 

His steps fell behind Savage, squelching through the gray, dirty Gotham rain. 

Suddenly, a flash of red and yellow got caught in Tim’s peripheral vision. He stopped walking. So did Savage. 

Robin and Nightwing were talking animatedly with each other on just the next roof. Batman was nowhere to be seen. 

Tim stared at them, mentally urging them to turn around, look here, please! But they never did. He didn’t know if Savage would hurt him if he yelled or tried to get their attention. He could, however, kick the empty can in front of him. 

Trying to be as casual as possible, he brought his foot slightly backwards and punted the Pepsi can, making it crash against the fire hydrant at the side. 

Thunder just then decided to clap against the sky. Lightning followed suit and Robin and Nightwing disappeared. The can came to a stop. 

“I love the rain,” Savage said, smiling at the sky. “I’m a pluviophile. It’s so peaceful, isn’t it?” He turned to Tim. 

Tim felt his bones seize with dread and he looked down, resigned. 

“Come,” Savage prompted, stalking forward, his feet barely making any noise. 

Tim followed, his shoes filling up with water and soaking his socks. He didn’t know where he was being led, but at least he could enjoy his home city one last time.

~

FLUFFY:

Regarding The Workings Of A Zoo

“What. The fuck.”

“Tt. I knew I had accurately named my turtle.” Damian threw some more turtle feed into the pond. “Drake is a most excellent turtle. Much unlike his predecessor.” 

Tim turned to Dick. “Are you seeing this?”

Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “Seeing what?” 

“Damian replaced me with a turtle.” 

“It’s not my fault that his movements fire faster than your neurons, Drake.”

Dick gave an insecure smile. Tim glared at him and folded his arms. 

“What about the chicken?” Steph asked, popping another grape into her mouth from the large bowl she was holding.

“Her name is Todd.” 

Dick’s snort quickly turned into a cough. 

Jason looked up from the frog. “Excuse me?” 

“You’re excused,” Damian simply said, patting Drake the turtle’s head as it neared him. 

“What’s the frog then?” Jason frowned. 

“Brown.” 

Steph choked on a grape. Tim thumped her back. “Now that’s mean,” she said once she stopped coughing. 

Damian shrugged. 

“Who am I then?” Dick asked, sounding curious but hesitant at the same time. 

Damian looked at him straight in the eye and declared, “Meerkat.”

The four of them bulged their eyes at him. 

“And where is it?” Dick questioned. 

“He’s on his way. I needed time to prepare a room for his mob.” 

“What are we, a zoo?” Tim scrunched his nose. 

“Tt.” Damian rolled his eyes, closing the turtle pellet jar. “I must take my leave now. I have school. Do not touch my pets while I am away.” 

They watched as he walked away haughtily, nose stuck up in the air. 

“Tell me why Bruce allowed him to have pets again?” Tim voiced out loud. 

“He survived a League attack without killing anyone. It’s actually a pretty big achievement,” Dick replied. 

Jason groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This family is fucked up in so many ways.” 

Steph kicked him in the shin. “You’re one to talk.” 

------------------------------------------

Dear Mother,

I am required to write this letter to you as part of my school assignment, but not post it. It should be handed back to my so-called “teacher” at the end. I did not originally have a topic, but after much deliberation with Father, I finally settled upon writing about my new pets. 

This isn’t meant to be shown to anyone, so if someone reveals this information, they will be found by GCPD in a street corner as a cold corpse at precisely midnight there will be consequences. 

Firstly, I have Drake the turtle. He is a very nice and gentle creature with eyes that constantly smile though they are dark. I’ve named him Drake because he is slow and careful, much like the real Drake’s strategic nature. Drake the turtle at first did not like me when I neared him at the beach. However, once I showed myself as a friend and proceeded to help him with the plastic bag around his shell, he did not like leaving my side.

Secondly, I have Todd the chicken. From the times I have seen him at the manor and the rare occasions I go to his safehouse when injured, I have observed him constantly worrying and fretting about the tiniest thing. He worries whether someone has eaten, or drunk water, or has a scratch, or even a paper cut. Grayson once described him as a “mother hen”. And Todd the chicken, when I saw her, she was fretting over her chick who was rejecting a worm. Immediately, I made the connection.

Then, there is Brown the frog. I told her that I named him Brown because he was as ugly as her, but that was not the truth. Once during our other school assignments, I discovered that frogs symbolize rebirth. Brown truly made up her own identity, by herself, might I add. I… I still struggle with my past, Mother. I am ashamed to admit but… 

In any case, Brown has gotten over that obstacle. I wish she would teach me how. Brown the frog on the other hand, is extremely bubbly and never stays still. It was accurate of me to name him after Brown.

Finally, there is Grayson the meerkat. Grayson is confused, he does not know if it is an insult or a compliment. He does not know that meerkats have one in their mob look out for danger, constantly keeping the others safe. I’ve seen Grayson scan an environment like the arcade before letting me roam free. He is worried, and does not know how else to show. I am hoping he will learn to calm down once in a while. Like Grayson the meerkat who always joins in to play with his mob no matter what.

I know you are not very fond of pets, Mother. But I still think about Noora, the bird you once gifted me during my stay at Nanda Parbat as a child. I am thinking of getting another bird, but… I am not so sure. I feel worried that I might lose it if I get another bird. Much like how I lost Noora to Grandfather. I hope you are keeping her grave clean as I am not there to do so myself. 

I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Mother. Including bringing me to Father’s family. His whole family. 

Kind Regards,

Damian

~

These were supposed to be drabbles. Not around a thousand words long! In any case, it's 6AM and my eyes are burning. I got a little too into things and, uh, yeah finished both of these in one sitting.

Thanks so much for the prompts again, Sprite! I loved them!

[homeisfaraway]

Having to fast from 5:30 to 18:15 is the easiest shit ever when i first start doing it i remember i had to fast from like 3:00 to like 21:00 this ramadan abt to be very easy in this sens but on the other hand i couldnt sleep well tonight i couldnt stop thinking palestine

[kallisto-aglaia]

Ramadan starts tonight, so this blog is about to get reaaal Muslim oriented for a minute. There's your warning 💀💀

[nepoznati-poznanik]

I'm thinking of starting my social media fast before Ramadan starts, I'll probably stay away after tonight. stay safe.