#Comfort post(?)

[keep-the-colour]

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[ninjagood4]

If you're feeling overwhelmed and have some free time, you could draw u favorite ship ♡

[sillywabbits]

❤️ *DCA Depiction Validation Post Below* ❤️

Don't know who else needs to hear this but-

Just a validation post that even with all the cool new canon lore for Help Wanted 2 being out

Your AU's and depictions of the DCA'S are still valid

From my understanding a lot of the games and entries to the series have always kinda been their own self contained things

And so are your AU's. Valid and lovely just the way they are. In their own lovely self contained universes.

It's okay if your AU strays far from the source material. It's okay if it's strictly closer.

This wonderful fandom was built upon pretty little source material to begin with. And we've always supported each other and each other's marvelous ideas no matter how close or far to the canon they were.

Let's continue to do that. It's what this community has always done best. ❤️

I love you all~ You all are loved.

[yanderederee]

Confession

May18, 2004

a/n: it’s finally here! I really needed to write this, above all else, and it’s finally done! I think I’m happy with this, and I hope you will be as well!:)

before! › here! › after! › …

-direct continuation of AntagonizeThyCaptain-

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Baji really dug himself into a hole this time. A deep, deep hole that he wasn’t sure how to claw his way out of quite yet.

He’d honestly expected to have to run to catch up to you and Chifuyu, given how long he’d taken to gather his senses. However, before he even had the chance to make it down the last story of apartment stairs, he came to a skidding halt; all because he could hear the familiar sniffling of suppressed sobs. Your sobs.

He’d recognized them anywhere.

You rarely cried, in front of him, at least. He’d only ever caught you one other time, after an argument you’d had with your family about one of your grades slipping to a B+. It was a brutal argument, one that ruined your confidence for a while.

Yet despite your lack of confidence, Baji was always there to talk you up and tell you how amazing you were. He’d always been by your side, willing to hear out your every insecurity, and offer his shoulder to cry on.

Baji had always been a rock who kept you sturdy and grounded. It didn’t make any sense why he’d act like this now, after all his reassurance.

“I just…. Wish I knew what I did wrong, th-this time…” you strained holding back a hiccup. “H-he’s… never treated me lik-like that before…”

You sniffled, and took a deep breath to calm your trembling.

Baji bit the inside of his cheek so hard, he could taste the iron seeping onto his tongue. How could he let his own insecurities hurt you so deeply? You hadn’t done anything wrong. Yet the way he chose to ignore and dismiss you so blatantly…

“Don’t think of it like that! You didn’t do anything wrong Y/n!” Chifuyu called out, a little louder than the neighbors would have liked.

Baji’s heart squeezed at the sight of someone else offering you the comforting words he so desperately wanted to weave into your ego. Peeking over the staircase just a bit, he saw your back hunched over while sitting on one of the lower steps, and Chifuyu sitting sideways on the step just below you, desperately trying his best to keep his hands to himself.

Chifuyu desperately wanted to reach out his hand, to hold your own, and bleed his true feelings out into words.

But he knew better than anyone that Baji didn’t mean any of what he’d said—or rather, didn’t say—to you earlier.

“Please don’t take Baji’s actions to heart… I think, I said something I shouldn’t have…” he looked down pitifully. “On our way back from the corner store, I tried pushing him to admit something he wasn’t ready to accept yet. I… backed him into a corner, and gave him the wrong idea. Maybe it was on purpose, but…” Chifuyu slowly looked up, feeling his heart break at how sad your tear stained face looked back at him. “I’m sorry… you didn’t deserve to be used for that.”

You blinked back at him curiously, wiping your face frantically. “I… don’t think I understand.” You admitted. Chifuyu wasn’t sure how much he should admit. So, at a loss for words, he averted his gaze.

Catching the feint outline of Baji’s blown out hair and aggressive stance, Chifuyu sighed, almost defeated. ‘He’s finally came to his senses, huh…’

Had he hoped Baji would keep tumbling over his feelings for you in his room longer? So he could have this moment with you? Maybe persuade you that he was the better man? He didn’t really think that, but he’d hoped, maybe, you might…

“That’s okay… I’m sure Baji would be better at explaining it than I would, anyway.” Chifuyu offered you one last sincere smile, laying a hand on your arm for a last ditch effort of comfort, wishing for the last time that you might reach out and take it, ask him not to go… he desperately wanted to hear you say those words. To look at him with the same eyes you’d been starting longingly at Baji with the entire night…

But he’d knew he lost that chance a long time ago, when your eyes widened with anticipation, as you looked back and wishfully caught Baji’s unreadable expression.

“Get home safe, Y/n…” Chifuyu all but whispered, as he retracted his hand and stepped up the staircase slowly in way to his own apartment.

In passing, Baji halted Chifuyu with an earnest, “Thanks…”

Chifuyu paused only for a moment, and gave his best friend an encouraging punch to the shoulder. “Don’t take her for granted like that again, got it? … Treat her nicer from now on, or else.” Chifuyu half threatened, weaved in with a joking tone. Baji didn’t know what ‘else’ could possibly mean, but he wasn’t eager to find out.

After Chifuyu made it up to the second flight, Baji deemed it safe to step his way down to the bottom of the stair case.

He’d walked past you, and sat two steps below, back facing toward you. It was quiet for a minute, the moment swept up in the sound of night crickets and quiet traffic in the distance.

You weren’t sure how to break the silence. It felt pitiful being caught in this situation in the first place. Had you just accepted what happened, and made your way home like you said you would, the hot heat of embarrassment wouldn’t be eating up your neck right now. If only you hadn’t taken his temper so personally, maybe you two could have pretended like it’d never happened. Avoid this awkward tension all together.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted back there, Y/n.” Baji spoke clearly and forward. “I really am. I shouldn’t have taken out how I was feeling against you like I had.” It took a lot, and I mean a lot, of strength for him to be able to admit that.

Admitting his mistakes was a hell of a lot harder than deflecting them.

You knew this better than most.

You tried to hold it back, but a smile crept its way across your face at this admission of defeat. For once, someone was willing to admit you weren’t the one at fault for their own actions. It felt good, hearing those words.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, slipping down a step, to better rest your forehead against the wide of his back affectionately.

Baji stiffened at this act, unsure of what to do or say next. His face was hot with embarrassment, and all the valiant words he had thought up went right out the window.

He couldn’t deny this feeling pounding against his chest this time. You were surely to hear his heartbeat at this distance. Shit. Was he actually ready to admit what he’s been feeling? Now?

“So,” your whisper snapped him back to reality, lifting your head off his back, and replacing the pressure with a gentle hand. “What were you feeling, then?” You asked.

Baji was again at a loss for words. It took him a while to gather the words he wanted to say, but you sat there patiently. You would wait for hours if it meant that The Baji Keisuke would finally honestly open up about what he was really thinking.

“I… think I like you…” he sighed reluctantly, covering his face with his hands. “It’s stupid. I know I shouldn’t feel this way. You…. You’re so… good. You’ve never looked at me with judgement; you scold me for being dishonest, and have encouraged me to be better, when you should have given up on me long ago… I can’t, stop thinking about… about how… I want to see you… I want to hear you praise me for my achievements… I want you to smile at me for no reason, to hold my hand, to listen to music with you, listen to you rant about your new favorite manga. I want…” Baji caught himself tongue tied, the red hot embarrassment of admitting all this choked him to a halt. But the emotions kept sweeping over him. Like word vomit, he couldn’t stop now that he’d started.

“I want to be by your side. I always want to be the one you go to when you cry, when you feel burdened, or happy. I want you to share everything you feel with me, and I want to… feel those things with you. I…” Baji bit his lip harshly. “I know… I’m not the best choice of guys out there. I’m hard-headed and brash. I lose my tempter too quickly, and I can’t promise I can change those things about me right now, but… I want to try. At least, I want to try being a little bit smarter. You deserve to be with someone who can take care of you, forever. Even if it means one day I have to give up fighting, one day, I think, I can be that person… I hope.” He said unsure. “Well, I can’t really promise I can stop fighting people, there’s still lots of people I want to beat the shit out of, your dad for one…” he mumbled that last part, but didn’t falter. “I can’t promise to be anyone other than who I am, but I do promise that… if you can accept me…” Baji turned, sat on his knee to be face to face with you now.

“I promise from the bottom of my heart, I will never hurt you like I did today. I won’t let anyone disrespect you, or talk down to you ever again. You’ll always know my true feelings, and no matter what,” Baji hesitantly reached his hand out to take yours. “I’ll cherish you everyday, and prove that you were right not to give up on me..!“

You cut Baji off suddenly, fat tears rolling down your cheek. You threw your arms over his shoulders and almost topped him backward into the pavement with hard harshly you embraced him. “S-stop..! M-my heart, I don’t think it can take anymore!” You babbled between giggles, and hid your face in his shoulder. “You’ve said enough… I understand…” you breathed out shakily, unable to control your rapid heartbeat.

Baji was successfully shut up, all the confidence he’d built up to confess his feelings suddenly shattered with your earnest squeeze.

Together, you both took control of your rapid heartbeats and sat in mutual silence. Seconds pass, and before a minute could sweep past, you finally pulled away to stare into Baji’s wishful gaze. You smiled at him with the biggest, warmest smile he had ever seen in his life. “Baji, I love you… I love you so much.” You admitted, and took his face into your cold hands.

“I love who you are, as you are. I think you’re cool when you’re in the middle of a fight. I love the way victory looks on you, the pride you have in your strength, the joy it brings you…”

“I love how much you care about everyone, even if they don’t notice it… the way you’re always looking out for everyone, and protecting them without them even knowing it.”

“I love when you’re honest, and bashful. The way you smile so sincerely at Peke when he curls into your lap. The way you scream when things don’t go your way.”

“Everything that makes you who you are… I love it. Just the way you are…”

Baji felt all the tension leave his body upon hearing your words. He could finally stop holding back the urge to say these words. He could finally be honest, without worrying about scaring you away.

Slowly, he began to chuckle. Low at first, and building up til he was laughing wholeheartedly. He wrapped his arms around your ribcage, spun you around and held you closer. You both twirled a few times like this before stepping off onto flat ground, happily starting off into each other’s eyes.

“You mean it..?” Baji asked in a whisper. You nodded back enthusiastically. “I mean it. And… you’re sure that..” you trailed off, unsure of what you meant to say next. But Baji understood. He rested his palm over your cheek, and leaned in close. “I’m sure. I want to be with you. So,” he smirked, and rested his forehead on yours.

“You’re sayin’ you want to be my girl?”

You blushed harshly, yet you couldn’t look away. Softly, you nodded into his palm, leaning closer still. “I… do.”

Baji was over the mood, and laughed happily. “I’m so glad…” he sighed, softening his intense gaze. “Then, it’d be okay if I kissed you, right?”

Blushing harsher still, you looked away just for a moment, then back again.

Instead of a verbal response, you used your tip-toes to hoist yourself up the necessary few inches to gently push your soft lips onto his own chapped ones. While taken by surprise at first, Baji quickly reciprocated your act.

Closing his eyes, he pulled you in closer, til it felt like you were melting into each other.

You felt weightless, swept up in his arms like you should have been a long ago. Having been swept up in that passion, after holding back against it for so long, neither of you could stop after the first kiss.

Again and again, your lips met in a series of pecks that felt sweet and childish, compared to how adult you thought the act would initially be.

Over and over again, neither of you knew when the next kiss would be the last, when the other would pull for just one more.

All the while, Chifuyu watched from two floors above, head slack against his arms resting on the balcony.

It hurt. He knew it was fated. Yet some small part of Chifuyu wished it was him, not Baji… Even though he knew it was all so delusional, it didn’t stop a single stray tear. The fresh sting of pain welled inside him again after he heard you two giggling so happily.

This was fate. You were happy. And no matter how many nights it would take to forget this feeling, he would be sure to enthusiastically give his blessing to you two… tomorrow.

[deliriousequanimity]

this evening, I think of Thanatos...

Παιων - Paiôn, healer

"In my restless dreams, I see that town..."

I don't think it's necessarily death that humans fear, I think it is the potential pain and agony that may come with and from it... (oh, to be a shade wondering and wandering, without aim, without burden...)

[comfort-clubhouse]

Comfort post of Katz and Le Quack, my most favourite villains from Courage The Cowardly Dog. I'm really happy that they appeared in the Scooby Doo and Courage crossover film. Seeing the two interact with eachother and teaming up. I really love that their dancing together in the ending, it's so adorable. I even felt sorry for Katz due to his face getting pulled by Fred, Daphne and Velma

[nightmarexdove]

SA victim! Reader × RE8 Chris redfield

Note: Made this honestly for myself, been struggling allot emotionally and mentally and I really just needed to write something to give me comfort. I decided to share this in hopes of giving others struggling with similar situations a comfort as well! :') I do want to apologize if this writing comes off as rude or ignorant in any kind of way, I've mainly used my own experiences to tailor this together but I've tried to use universal language to make it feel more personal to the reader. I hope you guys enjoy 💞

The day you opened up to him about your assault or rape was when you were having a particularly bad day in your head, you were having flashbacks of that very moment that ruined you for the rest of your life. Your depression, anger and confusion hit you like a train. You didn't want to be around anyone, not even the man who was trying so hard that day to get you to open up about what was getting you so down. But for whatever the reason maybe, you just couldn't. He worked during what felt like, every damn day of the week, he had enough on his plate. Plus, fear and apprehension was keeping you radio silent the longest. What if he just rolled his eyes, laughed and didn't believe you? Then what? Your relationship wouldn't be the same or just wouldnt exist anymore at all so you thought anyways. Chris would leave you in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

"Baby no- I'm sorry, I can for a fact guarantee you are talking out your ass right now. It's written all over your face."

You could imagine him, you could imagine him saying those very words and right there and then everything you've built with him over the years would fall apart in mere seconds.

I could imagine that in reality, he'd be always ready to talk no matter what or how he's feeling. Because right now, he could matter less. trying to offer you comfort in the forms of snacks, blankets hugs and kisses.

What alarmed him was when you'd force yourself out of his embrace, when you'd stay away from the comforts that you may have typically enjoyed.

He'd be worried sick alright, calling Claire for advice on how he could better help you and maybe get a idea of what your silent struggles where about lately.

You'd sit with him after a few days, and he'd listen face to face with you ears eyes and thoughts all devoted to you, his angel.

"Oh hun...I'm so so sorry, I should have been less pushy. I'm so sorry."

He'd whisper in a quiet, softer voice. Letting you throw yourself at him for a tight hug, all he could feel was- hurt. He felt hurt seeing you hurt, especially THIS hurt. He may not be able to fully understand your pain, but he empathizes and wants nothing more than to take care of you in any way he could.

You want a bubble bath? Say less, your his number one priority.

Takeout from your favorite place, he's getting something from there too.

Or if you just want to vent about it, if you just need his undying attention then so be it.

He'd listen to you all day, keeping you wrapped in his enormous arms safe against his chest and safe in the four walls of your shared space.

"You are so so strong sweetheart, so brave and stronger than you think. I'd say, your stronger than me and my men, your safe here and I'll make sure it stays like that. If you ever need to talk, you know you'll have me, whatever you need."

He'd reassure you in that warm voice of his, like honey his words fell from his lips if you needed to cry or already crying, He'd keep you held close against him, letting you get everything out.

If you needed sometime in therapy, Chris would search for the best place money could buy. He wanted you to feel well, to feel cared and loved and thought about.

I could imagine him to be a VERY patient man, if you were having a flashback that day or just very upset and angry he'd understand and let you express your needs. Weather through writing them down gesturing, or just out right telling him. He'll let you decide and be right with you to support your health and mind.

If there were certain things that especially reminded you of the time, Chris would ask you to either tell him or write it down so that way he'll know to not bring it up or bring a said object near you just to give an example.

If you liked to draw, paint or bake or just chill and watch movies. He'd definetly do these activities with you whenever he's available, he'd definitely check in with you more than previously either texting calling or just asking in person. He knows this is a very delicate moment and time for you, so he'll keep tabs on you 24/7.

When he's away and on duty for work, I can imagine him going to Leon and asking if he could find for him any Intel on your abuser. And during his time away from home, he'd make it his personal mission to find and take care of the waste of air who hurt his precious sunshine.

[mastersprogram]

Thinking about my favorite pug 💛

[ferretpajamapants]

comfort doodles relating to hatty i did yesterday 🏵

I wasn't gonna post this (and I'm still not, this isn't the entire page LOL) due to it being very messy and unfinished — but art isn't perfect, I really like how pretty hatty looks here, and also I can now mention i relate French marigolds with him heheheh >:33

[randomgifsxx]

“The airplane isn't scary, kiddo. It will be alright, I'm here!”

[drearydroplet]

Chat, being a dog is like peak existence. Like, turning your brain off and barking at your dog friend and play wrestling is like the most surreal and comforting thing ever. I’m so glad I just accepted being a petre. It’s made life a lot more comfortable.

[keep-the-colour]

[drama-glob]

I've had a long, stressful, sad, and scary week, so I just want to make a comfort post with some Fizzmodeus gifs and pictures. You're more than welcome to join me whether your week has been good, bad or meh. Hope they can brighten your day regardless. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[pjunicornart]

Little Space (sfw interaction only please!)

I'm sorry y'all, but my little space needed to be vented. Things have been... pretty sucky lately. But hey, at least we got some cute art out of it.

To address the elephant in the room - yes, he's wearing a diaper. Some littles wear diapers, or they wish they could. Hell, some even wear them due to medical reasons. Little Neil specifically wears them for comfort and security, but every Little has their own reasons for wearing (or not wearing) diapers. Whether people like it or not, diapers can be a part of agere spaces. I'm tired of people seeing adults who wear diapers as purely sexual or weird. It's not inherently sexual, and it isn't weird. It's a coping mechanism or medical necessity.

Sorry, but this is something I feel strongly about, because I'M a padded little. Er, I want to be. Someday. Also, yes. I do believe Little Neil would specifically be referred to as a "padded little."

Yes, the dinosaur on his shirt is supposed to be Tiny.

[ask-husk-anything]

Sad hugs with Husk

There wasn't a word that needed to be spoken. From the moment you came up to the bar Husk could tell something was wrong. Sure you put on a smile and asked for your usual but the smile never reached your eyes. Instead of making you what you asked he came around the bar to offer out a hand.

You took it, tears were already choking up your throat and even though you wanted to say something nothing past your lips. Husk's warm hand enclosed around yours and he lead you up to your room. The bar could survive without him for a bit, besides you were more important.

Once you both were away from prying eyes and in the safety of your room he shut the door. About to turn around to ask you what was wrong but you interrupted him with a tight hug. After getting over the initial surprise he soon enough wrapped your arms around you, wings also joining in to shield you from the world as he holds you close.

"It's going to be okay... I got you..." He murmers and you cling to him fighting back the sob that bubbled it's way forward. He did have you and it felt so fucking good to be wrapped up in him, leaning your head on his chest where you can hear his heart beating. You were going to be okay. You knew that, though it lifted your heart to hear him tell you that.

A kiss was placed on top of your head and soon enough you hear the purr you've grown to love rumbling away in his chest.

"Thank you, Husk."

[lou-got-lost]

(My dad being a savior and brought me a temporary phone for me to use,, what a legend,,)

This was made in a moment of pure dread as i never understood before how helpless it feels when your phone dies for good- Being completely cut off from all communications is SCARY,, it did not feel good as my little anxious self,,-

My only source of comfort during those horrible hours being isolated, y'all know him well by now- It's him,, my man Ty,, 24/7 in my brain, we are each other's emotional support fr,, /hj