#little bonus thing!

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Nicknames: Maam, Mother, Mom, Little Sister

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: Marblegaze (mother), Redjay (father), Grebewing (sister), Greydusk, Swanmist, Lightstream, Brokenwhistle (brothers), Tadpolekit, Songkit (neices), Bella-May (grandmother), Houndnose (grandfather), Buck (mate), Myrtlewing (son)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, two unnamed apprentices

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: warrior, elder

Current Residence: Starclan

Cause of Death: stroke

Background:

She was born after her father died, after everyone knew what he had done. When she was still young, her older siblings made a pact to never have kits, to never pass along the monster she never met's blood.

She understood, or maybe that is what she told herself because she never thought of a life that wasn't beneath the shadow of a killer, or because she was still so young when the pact was made, she had no idea just how much it would affect her, and how much she would find herself needing to get away from the constant need to prove her worth.

That is why she found Buck so interesting. She left food for the skinny, bony loner once every day until she was caught. Then they continued to meet up, face-to-face this time, and her feelings of sympathy for the starving cat gave way into genuine love. Maybe the love was truly all for him, maybe it was just for the tom that thought she was amazing, with no clue of who her father was or the restrictions thrust on her by her siblings.

She hadn't meant to get pregnant, and after a couple days of shock, she became happy. But when she went to tell Buck, he was gone.

She never believed he had left deliberately, instead thinking that something bad must have happened.

Her siblings, all but Grebewing and Greydusk, were furious with her, and when her little son was born, it was only the two that bothered meeting him at all. Greydusk, her littermate, was especially helpful, treating his nephew as though he were his son, playing with him, guiding him better than any father could.

She was proud when Myrtlepaw chose to follow in the path of a medicine cat, privately sticking her tongue out at her older siblings for giving up on him before he was even born. She comforted him when he grieved a close friend or lost patient, and she was happy to see him become close with Aldereyes, and then Grousemane and Hootpetal.

And when Fernpaw's mentor returned to camp, her mangled body in his jaws, and announced that it had been Myrtlewing that had killed her, presumably along with the rest of their missing Clanmates and who knows who else, something inside of her broke.

Additional Information:

ref by Turukhan

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are here!!!

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

you'll be alright, oh, here it is @magicshop ♡ (cr. namuspromised)

[loves2spwge]

a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚

[misandriste]

katie mcgrath as lena luthor in supergirl 5x14

[shittyv1daily]

be proud of who you are

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 27

part 1 | part 26 | ao3

cw: recreational drug use. short, fluffy update today to round out ch. 6; be back after the weekend to start ch. 7

In hindsight, accidentally hot boxing Eddie’s van while they were all already drunk was… maybe not the best idea.

Steve has no idea how they got here; blinked and time did the thing again, but now it’s three in the morning and Gareth’s conked out with a black eye in the front passenger seat and the rest of them are sprawled on top of each other like puppies in the back of the van — Eddie with his head in Robin’s lap so she can braid his hair, Steve using Eddie’s chest as a pillow, Max curled up like a sleeping cat in the crook of Steve’s bent knees.

With his eyes closed, Steve feels like he’s fallen into some dark, glittering void, purple-blue-black swirls of light dancing behind his eyelids to the syrupy beat of a metal ballad Eddie’s playing at the lowest volume. Eddie hums along in a low, soft rasp, and Steve’s head moves with the swell of each breath; gentle rocking rise and fall, luring Steve away from shore. Somewhere curious and strange. Deep ocean, dark waters. His thoughts float by like jellyfish.

Eddie’s warm through his t-shirt.

“Still alive down there, Sneeze?” Eddie asks. He’s carding his fingers idly through Steve’s hair, rings catching on the strands, tugging a little on his scalp.

“Feels good,” Steve hums. Wait a minute. “Did’you jus’ call me Sneeze?”

“No?” Eddie snorts. “Just called you Steve, sweetheart.”

“I’m absolutely gonna start calling you Sneeze, though,” Robin chimes in, pitching her voice all low and stupid. “‘Yes, hello, I’m Robin and this is my very best friend, Sneeze Handkerchief.’”

Eddie lets out a cackle and immediately joins in on her game of royally fucking up Steve’s name.

Steve closes his eyes again, lets himself drift out into the weird purple-blue-black-glitter magic slime swirl situation. Sloshy and dark and warm and nice. It’s just nice: Eddie’s breathing, full and slow; Robin’s laugh like cracked church bells. He likes hearing them get along even when he can’t make out the words.

He likes it less when he can make out the words. He wades back to himself for a moment, cracks one eye open and finds them red-faced and crying laughing over “Edgy Mustard and his neighbor, Sven Hamburger” and mumbles, “You’re both such fuckin’ dorks.”

“You’re a fuckin’ dork, you fuckin’ dork,” Max mutters in response, turning over with a soft snore.

“Oh, my god,” Eddie whispers, “did that kid just shit talk you in her sleep?”

“She’s incredible,” Robin coos. “Sven, we may have to reassess your status as my best friend; I’m obsessed with her.”

Steve rolls over and faceplants into Eddie’s stomach with a pouty harrumph. “Leamme alone, you bullies, ’m sleepin’.”

—

part 28

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[cozylittleartblog]

diversity win your spam emails are queer

[carouselunique]

Cinch had three charges in her care once, Celestia entrusted her with the day-to-day care of Prince Blueblood, the new Princess Cadence and her student Sunset Shimmer - running a kingdom is difficult enough alone without three young ponies to look after - so when Celestia is absent (often) that means Cinch was in charge of these three ponies. And while the matron of the castle was always rigid about rules and wanted her three charges to uphold her reputation and to build their own budding reputations high, she cared about them very much. You'd have to, spending your time with the same three young ponies for so long, guiding and teaching them to be their best...

By the time Ditzy came into the picture, Cinch was down to two charges. She refused to fail them the way she failed...

Well, with one down, there were two left and she cared so much she wouldn't let anyone ruin them, especially not themselves. Surely they would come to realize Cinch was only helping.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Finally. images of the Boy where hes not so angry hes melting his face off

[djsadbean]

au where professor boxleitner and squeaky fuse but now there’s just a really nice and knowledgeable man controlling a little mouse who is still wordgirl’s mentor but he’s now a mouse

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Start of the Truth [End of season 1]

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[lunalikestowriteanddraw]

You know on how Frost does his tabaxi hop at the beginning of episode 2? Do you think he did that little butt wiggle that cats do before they do a jump?

[tojiscrack]

to my all little liars!! (edit: wtf happened to my english? 😭)

we’re at 24.6k words rn 😟 if you plan on reading it next week, i recommend you read it on the weekends when there’s no school or work for you waiting in the morning 😀

calling in the troops rn ‘cause there’s still one final scene i have to write and it’s gonna be LONG (this isn’t including the bonus scene btw) but it’s extremely important for the story to continue, and without it, the rest of the story literally cannot go on 😭

we’re locking in guys. it’s 100% gonna border 30k words for sureee. sm has happened in that ONE chapter and i literally cannot wait to release it for all of you, you have no ideaaa

gonna go to bed and then wake up, study, break, write for the fic, repeat. had to randomly drop an update here cuz i’ve been edging you guys for so long i’m sorryyy, but it really is nearly here <333

edit: fck it guys i’m writing it rn (the immediate comments got me motivated)

[deepsixsquid]

Jojo memes are canon in Splatoon now So, what do we call the crossover??

[thegreatyin]

scoundrel?? what scoundrel???? the magnificent mr cards (who ironically has more of a flower aesthetic going on) is completely unrelated to any "bandaged scoundrels" running around the neath. in fact it's never heard of the word scoundrel ever in its entire definitely long definitely ancient life. but yknow, hypothetically, if it did know the scoundrel, it's confident that they're really really really handsome and cool and epic and they're almost just as amazing as it is and you should totally donate all your valuables to them and stuff

aaand because i like them too much, have a transparent version. the Creachure. the Thing, even.