#Gentle Comfort

[faofinn]

DAY 28: "you're safe now"

@febuwhump

Ely is owned by the fab @epochandeons

It was hot, stiflingly so. Fao felt as if he couldn’t breathe as he ran through the desert. The sand sprayed up into his eyes, burning them and making him cough. He wasn’t sure what he was running to, or running from, but he knew he had to keep running. HIs lungs burned but he kept going, stumbling in the sand. He fell once or twice, but pushed himself up and staggered on. 

But once he fell and he couldn’t get up. Suddenly he couldn’t breathe and the sand under him was red, redder than before. He reached out, struggling for breath, and the sand was wet under his hand. It was wet with blood, and suddenly, looking around, there was blood everywhere. He couldn’t move, gasping for breath in the sand. It was his blood, his head was spinning as he bled out into the sand, staring up at the burning sun. Suddenly the blood began to choke him, trickling down his throat. Even as he coughed, he couldn’t stop it, couldn’t move to get rid of it. This was how he died, choking in the hot sun, bleeding to death completely alone. He couldn’t even call out for help, the words dying before they got to his tongue. 

He woke with a start, gasping for breath. His chest heaved and he was drenched in sweat, his heart pounding. He clawed at the duvet, pushing it off of him, and sat up, desperately trying to catch his breath. He could taste blood, but he was unsure if it was a hangover from the dream or if it was real. The panic still consumed him, the feeling of dread as he could feel his life slipping away. Despite the sweat that clung to him, he was shaking, trembling from head to toe. 

“Fao?” A soft voice broke through the dark silence of the room. Ely. 

He didn’t answer, he didn’t have the words to answer. He made a noise, trying desperately to catch his breath. 

“I’m going to put the light on, okay?” She said softly, flicking her bedside lamp on. The room was bathed in a soft yellow light, and Fao flinched. He’d not been expecting it to be so bright. 

Ely moved closer to her husband, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. He looked at her, his eyes wide with fear, and her heart broke. She hated seeing him like this, it never got easier. 

It took him a while, his head still firmly stuck in the past, but eventually he recognised her. Overwhelmed, he threw himself at her, wrapping his arms around her. 

“It’s alright.” She soothed gently, running a hand through his hair. “It was just a dream.”

He whimpered, but forced himself to focus on her. The solid warmth of her body against him, her gentle hands, the smell of her soap and shampoo. Home. 

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” She said. “At home, in our bedroom, nothing can hurt you. You’re safe.” 

It took some time, but he began to believe her. The trembling stopped, his breathing slowed, matching every breath of hers. Her hand running through his hair grounded him, as did the hum of her voice in her chest.  He was safe, he was home. Ely was home. She’d always be his home. 

“Safe.” He murmured, drowsiness beginning to overtake him. “Home.”

“You’re safe.” She repeated, settling back against the pillows with him still held close. “You’re home.” 

Fao relaxed into her, exhausted and glad of the comfort. She flicked the light off, but kept him close to her, still soothing him and reassuring him he was safe. Eventually, he began to drift, his breathing evening out, safe in her arms.

[wickedzeevyln]

Upside Down, Inside, Out

[neuroticboyfriend]

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

[lazylittledragon]

please continue with dadstarion if you want to. we lov him

don’t worry i don’t need to be asked

[aventurineswife]

Sunday had always carried himself with an air of calm detachment, but tonight, in the quiet stillness of the Astral Express, there was something different in his demeanor. The weight he usually bore with stoic grace seemed to dissolve, leaving only a man—flawed, yearning, and far too human.

The private quarters were dimly lit, the golden glow of his halo casting shifting shadows on the walls. You stood before him, uncertain but unable to look away as his gaze—those irises marked by navy pupils—lingered on you with a rare intensity. His wings twitched, feathers ruffling slightly, betraying the emotions he fought to contain.

“You don’t have to stay,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, like a breeze carrying secrets. But even as he said it, his hand lingered at your wrist, his thumb brushing against your pulse.

“And leave you like this?” you whispered, tilting your head. “Sunday… I want to stay.”

His composure faltered, and for a moment, the mask slipped. His lips parted as if to protest, but the words died before they could form. Instead, he took a slow step closer, the soft fabric of his scarf brushing against you as his proximity stole the air between you both.

“Then let me be selfish,” he said, the words trembling on the edge of a plea.

His hands cupped your face with a tenderness that felt almost reverent, his touch as light as the flutter of his wings. When his lips met yours, it was hesitant at first, like a man unsure if he deserved this solace. But as you leaned into him, matching his hesitance with quiet assurance, the kiss deepened, blossoming into something neither of you could deny.

The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the energy of his halo crackling faintly in the charged air. His gloves were cast aside, and the bare touch of his hands trailing down your sides sent a shiver through you. Each caress felt deliberate, a silent promise carried in every movement.

“Tell me,” he whispered against your lips, his breath mingling with yours. “Tell me this is real. That I’m not lost in a dream again.”

“It’s real,” you assured him, your fingers tangling in his hair. “I’m here, and so are you.”

His forehead rested against yours, golden eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt. Finding none, he exhaled, his tension melting into something softer, more vulnerable. He guided you to the bed with a gentleness that spoke of a man afraid to break something precious, every touch imbued with a care that made your heart ache.

Under his touch, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you—no past, no guilt, no lingering pain. Just Sunday, unguarded and whole, and you, willing to show him he could be loved not as a symbol or savior but as himself.

And in that quiet night, amid whispered confessions and shared warmth, Sunday allowed himself to believe it.

Please don't check the tags, I'm too embarrassed at myself... 🧍‍♀️😔🙏

[2jihiir0]

circa 1986 at the Munson’s trailer 🚬

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

father figure prompts pt. 1 (cw: daddy issues)

"why did you think i'd be mad at you? of course i'm not mad at you. it's just one broken cup. there are seven hundred other cups."

"you're okay. i promise you're okay."

"it's not your fault. it's not your fault."

(of MC's birth father) "did he hurt you again? going to beat him up one of these days i swear to god. come, let's get ice cream."

"you seem in dire need of cookies."

"oh, honey, come here." (hugging) "it's okay to be vulnerable, okay?"

"are you doing okay?"

"don't say you're sorry, please, you didn't even do anything."

"can't sleep?"

"are you sick? no, no, you're staying home. i'll make you soup and put on a disney movie you're not going anywhere like that."

"have you eaten?"

"i love you as much as my children, and no one hurts my children."

"nightmares?"

"you don't have to do anything, just rest. please."

"you're going to hurt yourself. take a break."

part. 2

part. 3

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a living weapon whumpee only takes orders from ONE person. They’ve been conditioned to ignore everyone else’s orders. This means that after rescue, the team can barely get whumpee to drink or allow them bandage their injuries. One of the teammates manages to imitate whumpee’s handler by deepening their voice.

They stay out of whumpee’s line of sight, standing behind their hospital bed. “Drink this,” they snap, hating how they have to command this broad-shouldered ghost of a person. Without their armor, without their mask, whumpee looks like a wraith. There’s nothing behind their eyes. They play with the hospital blanket with twitching hands that have strangled and maimed.

When whumpee hears the order they stiffen to attention and take the cup offered with those still-shaking hands. But the cup slips through their fingers and lands in a puddle on the tiles.

They immediately tense up, shoulder blades flung so far back they touch. Their breathing quickens, waiting.

But nothing happens.

They give whumpee a new glass of cold water. This time, they lift the cup to whumpee’s lips and hold it steady, with one hand behind their head for support.

[babybison]

behind the sea I ep. 8

[artbylittlebug]

[happy-place-for-sad-people]

something my therapist told me and might help you through difficult times: your brain holds resistance to change. you've been doing something for so long now, to the point that's what you consider normal or routine. you wanting to change that for one reason or the other will be conflicting, and your system will probably make you feel like that's not what you want or need, but remember it's just your brain playing tricks on you. you're on the right path, sweet soul, keep it going. i love you.

[illustoryart]

I've seen the first light in the Universe,

two million sunsets and sunrises,

but nothing as beautiful as you.

[casualavocados]

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023) behind the scenes

[septembriseur]

I have so many questions

[bunnieswithknives]

erm can we see more deer dale he's so silly

Deer Dale!!! Now with full antler face like I initially intended but could not figure out how to draw at the time

[aventurineswife]

Hi, can i request aven, blade, jing yuan and moze taking care of reader during their period?🥺

Taking care of you during your period

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Blade x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Moze x Reader, Fluff, Comfort, Period Comfort, Caretaking, Comfort, Soft Moments, Emotional Support, Gentle Love.

Warnings: Sensitive Content (related to menstruation), Mentions of physical discomfort.

Aventurine sauntered into your shared bedroom, his signature grin faltering the moment he saw you curled up on the bed, clutching a hot water bottle against your stomach. He raised a brow, the glint of concern flickering behind his eyes.

“Ah, the dreaded monthly gamble of misery,” he teased lightly, sitting beside you. “What are the odds you’ll let me help?”

You groaned softly, not in the mood for banter. Aventurine chuckled and adjusted his glasses. “Relax, darling. I’m on it.”

Moments later, he returned with a tray: your favorite snacks, herbal tea, and a heated blanket. He even placed a small roulette chip on the tray for dramatic effect.

“Self-care by Aventurine. High stakes, maximum comfort.”

As he tucked the blanket around you and settled beside you, he gently massaged your temples, his touch soothing. “Now, tell me—what else can I do to make you forget about the unfortunate gamble of biology?”

Blade noticed your discomfort before you even said a word. The faint tension in your movements and the way you curled into yourself didn’t escape his sharp gaze. He approached quietly, his usual brooding expression softening.

“Are you in pain?” His deep voice carried a hint of worry.

You nodded weakly, clutching your stomach. Without another word, Blade retrieved a warm compress and sat beside you. His large hands were surprisingly gentle as he placed the compress on your abdomen and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him.

“I’ll stay until you feel better.” he murmured, his tone protective.

Blade’s presence was calming, and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he held you provided unexpected comfort. Though he wasn’t one for many words, his actions spoke volumes.

“If the pain gets worse, tell me. I’ll find something else to help.” he said quietly, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering resolve.

The usually composed and relaxed General Jing Yuan found you curled up in bed, wincing from cramps. Concern flashed in his eyes as he sat at the edge of the bed.

“Ah, no wonder you’ve been quiet today.” he said gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You mumbled an apology, but Jing Yuan shook his head, his warm smile reassuring. “There’s no need to apologize. Stay here; I’ll take care of everything.”

He left briefly, returning with a tray of warm tea, a soothing balm for your cramps, and a small, fluffy blanket Mimi had been napping on. “I’ve enlisted Mimi’s assistance. Surely her warmth will help.”

Jing Yuan placed the tea on the nightstand and massaged your shoulders with care, his movements deliberate and soothing.

“Rest, my dear,” he said softly. “The Luofu can handle itself for a while. My priority is you.”

Moze wasn’t one for overt displays of affection, but the moment he noticed you grimacing in pain, he quietly took note of your needs. Without a word, he disappeared, returning moments later with a glass of water and pain relief tablets.

“Take these.” he said curtly, though his violet eyes betrayed his concern.

You thanked him, his stoic demeanor oddly comforting. Moze began tidying the room—a subtle way of distracting himself from the helplessness he felt seeing you in pain. When he finished, he surprised you by sitting at your side and placing a cold cloth on your forehead.

“Tell me if you need anything else.” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

As you rested, Moze stayed close, his presence steady and reassuring. He didn’t need to say much; his actions showed his care. Even in silence, you felt his dedication, the way he ensured everything was just right for your comfort.