#but you feel perfectly safe

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

(Nobby doesn't count)

yr locked in a room alone with three adult men but you feel perfectly safe. who are they

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Just eepy Phantom loving his pack because I need some comfort no hurt.

It's cold in the Ministry, drafty hallways and high ceillings doing nothing to preserve heat. Phantom distantly knows that, but somehow they enjoy it. There is a specific kind of delight in knowing how chilly it is when you are happily burried under thick blankets and warm bodies ; it is one of those small pleasures Phantom is so sensitive to. Right now, curled in Cumulus' arms, Dew half drapped over them, Swiss's legs tangled with theirs, the whole pack nearly spilling from the the comically large bed they collapsed on last night, they are purposefully not moving a muscle, soothed by the knowledge that they are safe and loved, surrounded by people who care about them more than they ever thought was possible.

Aurora makes a little noise, shifting in Mountain's arms, the earth ghoul groaning sleepily, long leg kicking like a big dog's. Phantom though it was him snoring like a motor engine, but now that they're a bit less drowsy, they can see it's Aether, sprawled on his back with Cirrus's head cushioned on his chest. Phantom idly wonders whether she's wearing earplugs, to sleep so peacefully right next to the biggest source of noise in the room. Sunny keeps getting nudged by Rain's wagging tail, her mohawk a disastrous mess with how she keeps rubbing her head against the sheet ; she vaguely looks up, eyes bleary, and blinks at Phantom.

"Y'alright ?"

Phantom smiles, a warmth filling his chest like a bright little flame, burning away any darkness.

"I'm good. Just taking it all in."

[thelaurenshippen]

the way that silver said "I will stand here with you an hour, a day, a year" to flint and "I will wait a day, a month, a year, forever" to madi....I'm sick to my stomach. who is doing unhinged devotion like this man

[0vergrowngraveyard]

In your villain au, do Sonic and Tails ever hug in any circumstance? Like, if there's a storm, does Sonic comfort Tails?

so they dont really hug but after arguments, instead of apologizing, they’ll sit near each other in silence and just be in each other’s company. depending on the severity of the argument, the silence will usually last until the next day when they’ve both “slept it off” (spoiler alert: they don’t sleep it off. it just gets bottled up)

during thunderstorms, however, sonic will put an arm around tails to comfort him. it’s very awkward, but it makes tails feel safe nonetheless

[uncanny-tranny]

It's really frustrating being trans sometimes with cis loved ones because other cis people will go, "oh but it's such a huge adjustment for them! They're grieving for your pre-transition self/they aren't used to the change yet/it's hard on them!"

It's just so frustrating that people forget that trans people's feelings on this matter, too. Cis people aren't the only ones who have adjustments to make. Frankly, as much as I sympathize with cis people in this position, I can't help but be really jaded about it because so often, cis people jump to the defense of other cis people and they will seemingly forget to or refuse to give the same grace to trans people.

[bloominglegumes]

oh my god jazzprowl as rachel and frank from the bodyguard im nuts

[sundove88]

Hello. In case you need somewhere to vent or just want to be comforted, my blog is a safe place.

If you’re having a rough day, just take a deep breath and smile. Things will get better.

I hope that you can reblog this to show that your blog is a safe place for everyone, too!

And happy holidays to each and every one of you!

[bugwolfsstuff]

Someone should stop me from going into the anti-solangelo, anti-percabeth and anti-chiron tags because the moment I go in there i'm gonna start several arguments.

[flowersdiceandlove]

The burial mounds, a place of mystery, the place of the dead, cannot be comprehended by humans. It is a place warped by time and resentful energy and the intentions of those who inhabit it and who knows what else. It is sentient and has a strong will of its own. It’s said that no one can leave the Burial Mounds, and that is true as much as it’s not. The burial mounds keeps what is theirs; protects what is theirs. No one can escape from the Burial Mounds bc more often than not, once you enter, the Burial Mounds see you as theirs. It does not take well to people hurting and taking what is theirs. (And, maybe this is why a certain demonic cultivator was able to survive and leave that place. Maybe he understood this will and resentment bc he too would do anything to protect those he loves. For him as well, once he considers someone family, they are family. And nothing will change that. No matter what happens, his family is his family, and those under his protection are fully under his protection. They can see a kindred spirit in each other, and so the Burial Mounds let him go, knowing that he will always carry part of the Burial Mounds with him. The souls in his sleeves and the resentful energy he welcomes into his body. The boon that the Burial Mounds grants him.)

It is for these reasons that WWX knows to bring the Wen remnants there. Not only does he know he can defend them if needed in that place teeming with resentment, he knows the Burial Mounds themselves will protect them. It protects its own, and the Burial Mounds knows these people that WWX brought are his, so they are its. It’s as simple as that. And, the Burial Mounds likes it. It likes having these people here, milling about and carving a life on it. It likes how they turns its soil from barren to fruitful. It likes how they are happy and content. It likes being their home and haven. It will do anything to protect them.

When the first siege comes, the Burial Mounds try to protect what is theirs. These people who have made a home on it. But, they are all grieving deeply, and it’s beautiful child, the first to even understand them and want to make peace with them instead of destroying them, is breaking apart. He is breaking apart with the weight of someone who could not protect that which is most precious to him. And he has been breaking with this weight for months now, every day chipping another piece of himself away, every day pulling further and further into himself, every day driving him just a little more insane. The Burial Mounds have no problem with madness. They will still embrace him fully and without question, but it pains them to see him like this. They are all breaking under the pressure of what the world outside its borders do. This is no longer their haven, but now their place of imminent doom. It is only a matter of time until the cultivators attack. The Burial Mounds fights back as it always does to protect those that are its. But, some of these living cultivators attacking are family of WWX and it cannot attack family. And, it knows that even should he wipe all these harmful intruders out, that will not stop more from coming, and more after that. The Burial Mounds would fight every wave they send, but that is not the issue. The issue is that its people are grieving and breaking. The issue is that it cannot do anything to fix that and every attack will break their spirits just that much more.

So instead, the Burial Mounds decide to change it. As the cultivators pour in, the Burial Mounds pulls its energy from defending and into charging its intention.  Some of its people get cut down, but that is fine, it will still work, they do not have to be alive. Just as WWX is about to destroy the Stygian Tiger Amulet (oh, and look at their brave boy, but don’t do that, my child, it will tear you apart) a large pulse of resentful energy ripples out over the battlefield, shaking the ground and seeping into all that is theirs. The air and ground starts to ripple, unstable and warping like swirls of marble, until none can stay standing in this odd happening, toppling over, nauseous from the swirling. Those that are theirs are sucked into the soil, deep into its power, and it embraces them into its depths.

Then—

They open their eyes.

WWX is seven, on the streets of Yiling, and turns his head to the Burial Mounds so close by, calling to him. Come home, my child, it whispers. Come to me; I will protect you.

Wen Ning is eight and Wen Qing 14. They also look in the direction of Yiling—of the Burial Mounds. They too hear the call. There are gasps rippling around their home, and people bursting through doors, embracing each other, crying in joy. Eyes flick around at everyone. They know. All those that were on the Burial Mounds, as well as Wen Qing and Wen Ning remember. They know what Wen Ruohan is planning. They also know what will happen to their real family.

They go to Yiling. Just a few at first. They lost many people in their branch before they were saved by WWX, and those people are more than hesitant to go to that cursed place. Those that remember can’t simply leave them to their fates again. So, some go, while some stay. They will convince the rest later. When they arrive at the base of the Burial Mounds, there is already a large collapse in the wall surrounding it looking to be made recently. The paths open up for them as they start their ascent. The path is just as they remember, the corpses and spirits howling, but leaving them be. They know they are already part of them. Granny Wen and Wen Qing are at the front of the group, leading the way. Wen Qing wishes her brother was there, but that was not something their parents would budge on. They barely let her go, and only because Granny was insisting as well and promised to look after her.

They reach the clearing where their homes were, and there they are. Their little shacks that barely stay standing. The patches of land they’d tilled and toiled over. And there, perched on a tree stump by the side of the road is a boy, even smaller than A-Ning, covered in dirt and grime that can’t all be from the Burial Mounds, spinning a black, bamboo dizi in his tiny hands. He watches them with shining eyes and a large smile they’d know anywhere breaks out on his face, then—

He laughs. The boy laughs loud and clear and bright as he topples off the stump in his joy. Many of them join in the laughter as well. Amazed and in disbelief. Wen Qing, granny, and a few others rush over to the little Wei Wuxian and pull him into a crushing embrace. The laughter soon turns to wracking sobs as they all cling to each other and let it all sink in. 

They are alive. They are together.

And, they will make sure it stays that way.

The Burial Mounds hum around them, welcoming them home.

[caterpillarinacave]

[gomzdrawfr]

🧡 thank you for all of the love. glad you like the warren so far!

thank YOU for the absolute bangers, just chapters of increasing unsettling vibes I LOVE IT!!

the warren

[wildsaltair]

why was I born small if there is no one to hold me in their big strong arms? like what’s up with that

[dol-dee]

I WENT THROUGH ALL OF THAT WRAITH BS ONLY TO MISS THIS??? < had to reload

ALSO SYDNEY?? BABY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??????? DONT SAY THAT

[cuddlytogas]

we as a fandom need to elevate Bach's Air on the G String for Olu/Jim to the same level as Gnossiene no. 5, it's such a soft, beautiful piece and I simply love Oluwande Boodhari so fuCKING MUCH skdjgahklfgadfh

[wayfinderships]

I'll be so doomed the day I ever get a girl f/o

[basofy]

i feel a little bad remembering how in my mother days there was this rly common perception of thinking 'well lucas would be so pessimistic after what happened and he would hate flint cuz he sucks and he would hate everything!!' and i would believe it just cuz i was still relearning a lot of things i didnt know if that was what i was supposed to think but it always felt like people who saw things this way wanted to force others to do too