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she/her hurt/comfort

[blueskittlesart]

knowledge long forgotten

got really into reading item descriptions on this playthrough. anyway did you know the silent princess is one of the only raw materials with a cooking effect to not explicitly list that effect in its description

[uncertainlys]

MY FINGERS BARELY EVEN TOUCHED YOUR STUPID FUCKING AD STOP REDIRECTING ME TO THE APP STORE

[idunalily]

Lovers of the lake

[nyx-sky]

Dude if you lead me into temptation instead of delivering me from evil i fucking swear bro

[sailermoon]

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

[goatedsaminator]

so defensive

[rustingcat]

Got a new pencil!

[poochosa]

happy pride month to them🪭🔥

[jsong0-0]

Milky Way

[qvarr]

This piece has been rotting in my art folder for months now and I finally figured out how I Wanted to color/render Dinraal.

I want to make a piece for each of the dragons, so consider this part 1 of the set.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Okay, I know this is Superman, but this is kinda the exact vibe of the last prompt I filled, and it's also just plain adorable:

[rustingcat]

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

“Are you seeing anyone?” Sam asks, her voice rosy with wine.

Kara’s eyes immediately flick to Lena. Their first kiss two days ago had been electric. Fireworks had been a cliché until her lips had met Lena’s, and the searing heat of their mutual desire had arced between them, and pooled warm and wanting in Kara’s belly. And now, Lena’s joy shines so brightly that Kara has to look away.

“Oh, I’m actually… well…” Kara trails off into nothing, smiling awkwardly as she fidgets with her glasses, ducking her chin.

Kara feels Lena’s disappointment before she even dares to glance back up. Her bright, beautiful smile noticeably dims, then returns as a shade of its former self, tight and forced. It’s hollow as she ducks her chin, hiding her sudden discomfort.

No one else seems to notice, but Kara’s stomach sinks further and further as the conversation continues. Lena contributes little, and it comes as little surprise to Kara when she feigns a glance at her phone some minutes later, and rises to her feet.

“Where are you going?” Sam asks immediately, her gaze sharp as it narrows in suspicion.

Lena waves off her concern. “Something’s come up at the office,” she says. “Sorry, but I have to go.”

Sam uncurls from her seat in Kara’s easy chair. “I’ll go with you…”

“No,” Lena returns, sharply enough that she visibly softens. “I’ve got it covered.”

A frown crinkles Sam’s features, but she settles back down onto the cushion. “Okay…”

“You ladies enjoy your night.”

Lena’s eyes land on Kara for a split second before swiftly sliding away. Shame coats the inside of her throat, her chest, keeping her rooted to the floor just wanting to melt into nothing. It’s not until the sensation of being watched pulls Kara’s eyes to her sister’s. Alex’s gaze is expectant, like Kara might be the one to explain what the hell just happened

Kara finds herself on her feet before the thought to follow Lena even registers. She swallows thickly as she crossed to the door, wiping her palms against her slacks before gripping the door knob and twisting it open. She spots Lena heading for the elevator, and finally, finally, Kara’s guilt shifts to panic.

“Lena!”

Lena pauses at the sound of her name, but doesn’t turn. Kara closes the distance between them with hurried strides, but curls her hands into fists to keep them from reaching out. “Lena…”

“It’s fine.” Lena’s assurance is terse, and plainly hollow.

“Clearly it’s not.” Kara doesn’t mean for it to sound so accusatory; she’d been the one who misspoke, by saying nothing at all.

Lena turns to face her, and Kara nearly flinches at the way her eyes glisten with tears. But Lena’s jaw remains tight with restraint, and her gaze won’t meet Kara’s.

“I know it’s not,” Kara amends. “It’s not okay. I just…” Her attempt to explain quickly trails off. She doesn’t know why her gut clenches with shame at the thought of telling others about the moment they’d shared. She’d been fine sharing her relationship with Mon’el, eventually. She’d resented his blatant disregard for her wishes in telling the DEO at large that they were dating, but the tightness that coils in her stomach now is different. But why??

“Look,” Lena says shortly, “I—I really enjoyed our night this week. And you were so into it I didn’t realize you weren’t ready to tell anyone else you’re gay. Unless it’s me specifically you’re ashamed of.”

“I’m not—”

“It’s not like I haven’t been where you are, Kara. I get  it. But the thing is, I am too old and too tired to be anyone’s dirty little secret. I’ve come too far for that.”

Kara’s mouth runs dry. She wants to rebut Lena’s claim—they, Lena isn’t a secret. But that was exactly what Kara had made her in that apartment, when she’d shied away from the truth. Not out of a desire for privacy, but from fear.

“So, whatever it is you’re hung up on," Lena continues. "Me, girls, or all of the above—figure it out before you decide to fuck me again.”

With that, Lena stalks into the waiting elevator and stabs the button for the ground floor. And all Kara can do is watch her go.

[jeniferprince]

we really, really should. 🚬

another piece for my noir series ;)

patreon // buy prints here

[youtendtoforget-deactivated2025]

I’m ready to be transformed by the ibuprofen . I’m ready to be born again in its purifying light.

[damienns]

[s1lkeness]

she was so happy to be held by a woman

[starlitsecrets]

Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.