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Right about this time in 2016 I started my Call For Comfort stories.
Because right now we need something good in the world to keep us sane, and what I have to offer is story.
So if you could, please send me a writing prompt or two, and I'll do what I can.
I'm most recently familiar with
Malevolent
Les Miserables
Star Trek DS9
The Penumbra Podcast
But I've written for a good number of fandoms and I'm willing to try something new.
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Guinevere.... i love u so
Oooh nice! Guinevere gets nice things <3
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It isn’t often you find a full tank of water abandoned like this, but who is Gwen to look a gift horse in the mouth? Especially when it comes after a long, hard day of riding under the blistering sun?
The light is finally, *finally* fading, bringing with it blessed coolness. Gwen fills her canteen to the brim, drinks deeply, and fills it again. Then she seals up the tank and sits down against it. Her muscles ache in protest, but goddamn does it feel good to rest.
She’s been without Art and Lance for a few days; this was going to go quicker with just one, and she misses them something fierce. But she’s on her way back to Camelot. This time tomorrow, she’ll be in their arms.
For tonight, she stretches out on the dusty ground and feels the pleasure of closing her eyes. Of letting her heavy body be still, demanding nothing from it but the background hum of alertness as she drifts off into a light sleep.
#the mechanisms#the mechs#hnoc#Guinevere hnoc#this was a fun one thank you!!#my fic#call for comfort
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Is anyone else scared of skyboxes in video games? Like, absolutely, deep-subconcious, debilitatingly terrified of skyboxes? Like, if I'm just seeing it in the sky (LIKE IT SHOULD BE), I'm fine, but if I can see it to my sides, or god forbid UNDER me, I start legit panicking.
Something about the possibility of falling/floating forever while surround by a still, unmoving image depicting a distortion of something (usually) solid that I can't ever get any closer to no matter how hard I try paralyzes me with how badly it scares me.
I was once trying the skip in Metroid Prime 2 where you skip the part where you lose your equipment, and I, no joke, nearly had a panic attack when I was inching along the collision and the inky black void that surrounded the play space was abruptly replaced with the "outside" skybox.
And Ghostly Galaxy. Good fucking god Ghostly Galaxy from Super Mario Galaxy. I haven't played that game in years and that skybox still haunts me. One of my absolute worst nightmares that I've ever had in my entire life was about that skybox. The pattern combined with how you can, just by playing normally, see the points where the image wraps at the top and bottom of the sphere, man. Not to trauma dump, but that skybox torments me, it's one of the most horrifying things I've ever seen ever.
Please tell me I'm not alone. Other people find skyboxes this scary too, right?!
#i would add an image/video of the ghostly galaxy skybox but i don't want to subject myself to a panic attack whenever i open my blog app#paranoia#phobia#my fears#horror#skybox#terrifying#biggest fear#1 fear#megalophobia#at least i think it is#or megalophobia adjacent?#i don't know#call for help#call for comfort#call for comradery#share#skyboxes are terrifying#the final boss in starfox 2 is... god i don't want to talk about it#not nearly as bad as Ghostly Galaxy but still not fun to do#the secret ending level from starfox 1 too#that skybox terrified me too
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cw: könig is a weirdo and reader match him.
könig likes pretty things, young and vulnerable dolls that bat their eyelashes prettily at him, wrapping their dainty hands around his thick bicep, trailing beside him despite his perverse touch, letting him lure them to his messed bed in some dark apartment, fuck their brain silly.
it's always a one time thing, könig ain't good for a long term relationship because of the bitter need to posses that been festering in him from the start, they just use each other, he has a lovely built body that makes girls salivate, and he packs a cock that is too thick you able to feel the ache even the next morning while trying to escape his apartment.
it's not the same with you, könig notices it by the way you cling to him while he punches his fat cock in your tight pussy, shallow thrusts of his wide hips making his thick cockhead pummel into your spongy spot, your hands clinging against his broad shoulders, walls tightening with rapid pulsing.
you ask him for kisses, enveloping his rough mug with your delicate palms and letting his tongue make out sloppily with your mouth, whining broken groans as he presses a wide palm to your tummy, feeling the bulge beneath where his girthy cock pistons in you, making your pussy squelch with each wet glide, as you coat his length in oozing slick.
you even let könig cum in you, flooding you full of creamy cum that drips out your pulsing hole, making a mess from the sheets and your trembling thighs, not uttering for once that now everything is tacky, instead, you curl against him like affectionate kitten and try to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your cramping legs around his waist.
könig doesn't even knows what to think, you don't try to escape his bed immediately, instead pressing your naked body against his beefy one, letting his twitching cock stay buried inside of you, cockwarmed by your snug walls, as you let his burly hands envelope your frame and rock you to sleep like a baby.
and when you wake up early in the morning with pleasurable ache in your body and pussy throbbing, welcomed by the sight of breakfast in bed and könig clinging to you like a pup, smothering your neck in sloppy kisses and slurringly calling you his girlfriend, you don't run away.
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#.𐙚july's writings#konig smut#konig x female reader#könig smut#könig x fem reader#konig fluff#konig x reader smut#konig comfort#könig fluff#könig drabble#konig x reader#könig x you#könig x reader#konig x you#konig mw2#konig call of duty#cod konig#konig headcanons#konig hcs#könig headcanons#konig cod#könig cod
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thinking about something that happened to me while babysitting and I am unable to cope with it so obviously I have to make it something for yall
thinking about babysitter!reader being hired by price, you just go to check on the little one in their nursery. the baby is sleeping peacefully, you close the door - but the handle fucking breaks off. naturally you start to panic, the baby is in there all alone and you can't get in, so you call price in literal tears. telling him what happened, desperately scrambling around to look at the baby monitor. He tells you to take a breath, trying to get you to calm down, that its okay, he'll come home.
you're sat on the couch, crying in a panic while watching the blisfully unaware baby over the monitor until Price gets home. he comes in, making a beeline to the small utility room, then to the nursery. its an easy and quick fix, you definitely could have done it yourself you think as you watch over his shoulder. he opens the door quickly and sees the sleeping baby before closing the door with a chuckle and turning to you. you're still sniffling, babbling soft apologies, telling him youll understand if he doesn't pay or ever hires you again - but he shakes his head and leads you to the couch with him, sitting you down.
"sit, love. take a breath." he murmurs, vanishing to the kitchen, from where he comes back a minute later with a cup of tea that he hands you. sits down next to you, then gently pulls you into his side. "C'mere now. its alright bird, don't cry now."
#he ends up staying home and comforting you#this is very self indulgent sorry about that#but a girls gotta cope#gothghostiie#john price#John price x reader#price x reader#price#captain john price#captain price#captain john price x reader#captain price x reader#cod mw#cod mw2#cod mwii#call of duty#cod#cod mw3#cod mwiii#babysitter!reader
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I need Simon Riley who realizes just how much he loves you when he has a night terror.
He shoots out of bed with a shout, quickly looking to your side just to see it empty. His heart quickens even faster, images of your dead body, blood pouring out of your mouth and ears, eyes frantic before they still and glaze over. Remembering the scream he lets out as he shakes you, begging you.
"Please, please don't fuckin leave, love. God, not you. Please, you promised!"
He's having a panic attack and before he even processes it, he's running to the bathroom. Throwing him head into the toilet bowl, puking everything up as if his entire body is rejecting the very possibility of you no longer being there. He can't stop the tears ripping out of him and his fast, suffocating breaths stinging his throat as if the vomit isn't even there.
He doesn't even register your hand on his back, your panicked calling out to him.
"Baby? Baby what's wrong? Please talk to me" You beg, brushing his hair back, trying to hold onto him.
His wide, tear filled eyes meet yours and he throws himself into your arms, holding onto you like a lifeline. His crying doesn't stop, the intense emotions still overwhelming his senses.
"God please never leave me. I swear to god I'll be the best for you. I'll keep you safe, nothin's gonna happen to you" He swear as if he'd be your own guardian angel.
"Baby what happened? Did you have a nightmare?" You pet his hair, beginning to realize what's happening.
"I can't lose you, I can't. Not you. Please, I can't." He cries into your shirt, trying to calm down but he feels genuine fear that he doesn't feel outside the battlefield. You hold him as his breathing slows down, exhaustion overtaking him. You settle against the wall, fingers combing through his hair as you both fall asleep. Safe to say he doesn't have anymore nightmares that night.
(Friendly reminder that traumatized men aren't always fully numb and military men can have feelings !!)
#call of duty modern warfare#cod x reader#ghost cod#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost simon riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#Simon riley x reader hurt/comfort#simon riley x reader fluff#ghost call of duty#ghost mw2#simon ghost riley
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Dungeon Meshi Daydream Hour
Modern Clothing Sketches - Otta, Milsiril, Falin, Marcille and Laios.
#dungeon meshi#daydream hour#modern clothing#Ryoko Kui#Otta#Otta Dungeon Meshi#Milsiril#Falin Touden#Falin#Marcille#Marcille Donato#Laios Touden#Laios#the complete daydream hour#fun fact: I also saved the otta drawing from ryoko kui's blog and the file was called otter#very cute#I love how these are basically style guides showing how comfortable they are with what type of clothing#compilation#for referencing
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He loved her immediately I'm gonna cry
#and I'm probably projecting a little too much#but idk#the first thing he said to her was her outfit was cute#and he took her in without question#his only hesitation was if it was against her wishes#he let her call him Daddy if/when she felt comfortable doing so#and she started doing it immediately#they were all the other really had#Trucy has Very Complicated Feelings about Zak but she can love Phoenix without question#sorry I'm being emotional#Phoenix Wright#Trucy Wright#ace attorney#turnabout succession
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#this user is comfortable with being called queer#tw queer#tw q word#tw slur#lgbtq-userboxes#lgbtq userboxes#lgbtq userbox#userbox#userboxes#queer#queer pride#queer positivity#queer userbox#queer userboxes#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbtq+#lgbtqia+#queer safe#labels#q slur reclaimed#reclaiming slurs#pride
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uh why the fuck would you say this
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el-shab-hussein has already explained why he no longer shares how he vets individual fundraisers. scammers will use the information to be less obvious, making it more difficult to spot them.
and senatortedcruz's post has no actual proof of a widespread scam. that is a serious accusation to make, yet people are reblogging it and accepting it as true with no evidence. i won't deny that there are individual grifters on tumblr, but there are accounts like @/neechees, kyra45 and anonthescambuster that will help you avoid them. hussein even has a #scam alert tag for this purpose.
it's racist to spread misinformation about a supposed large-scale deception posing as fundraisers, not to mention dangerous because this makes it less likely for gazans to get what they need to survive and escape relentless airstrikes. we've already seen the consequences of this bias. some of these people are all too happy to be cops and harass or report gazans thinking they're bots or 'spamming' inboxes.
almost nobody on that post is encouraging others to donate to organisations or other vetted lists like those by operation olive branch, which has a faq sheet that explains how they verify fundraisers. i suspect this is an attempt to discourage people from helping palestinians altogether.
gazans are making fundraisers because they have no other choice. many of them cannot work and earn money as their workplaces have been destroyed. some have been disabled by injuries thanks to the iof's targeting of civilians. the fault is on israel for besieging them and on the egyptian government for exploiting their need to evacuate.
they're doing this for the same reason they have been posting photographs and videos of genocide so that people will pay attention to their suffering, so the world will not forget. is it such a leap in logic to understand they will also use social media to start fundraisers? do you just expect them to sit there and die in silence? so you can ignore them and your countries can keep arming israel as it commits atrocities?
#if i was feeling charitable i'd call them disinformation bots but no the average westerner just has so little compassion for people in need#so-called progressive posting from the comforts of empire: i think these e-beggars are fake :( what if i get scammed :(#palestine#blocklist#gaza#misinformation#racism#id in alt
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yandere! husband who’s so fucking in love with you that even dreaming about kissing another person makes him wake up in cold sweat, rushing to the bathroom to wash his lips raw.
funny how even as he proceeded to surround himself with water, only the guilt drowned him.
#i read that one gojo fic called infidelity#immediately stopped when he kissed another woman#i wanna know how it ends but it’s too painful for me to read#fuck man#i need comfort#hns.txt💬#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagine#yandere fic#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere core#yandere husband#male husband
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For the writing prompt, maybe Rilla is great at baking (exact measurements and technical skills) but Arum is great at cooking (does it all by instinct, taught himself) and Damien (bad at cooking, overthinks too much and can burn water) gets to reap the rewards
Thank you for the prompt.
I didn't realize how long it's been since I wrote my favorite bouquet, but damn I love them.
As before, if anyone else wants a ficlet, you're welcome to send me a writing prompt.
Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast (Second Citadel)
Characters: Rilla, Damien, Arum
Rating: G
"Well?" Arum's tail lashes the floor irritably-- which is to say, anxiously-- as he waits for Damien's judgement. Which-- really, he should know better than to ask Damien of all people to judge this contest. He should know better than to make it a contest at all, but if he had to pick a judge, it really should have been Marc and Tal (biased, he'd said) or that friend of Angelo's (unavailable). Even Caroline would have been efficient, if brutal.
So they're going with Damien.
"The texture is truly fascinating," Damien says."It's challenging-- it brings to mind a trek up a formidable slope to witness a sunrise at the mountain's peak--"
By which he means that it's somehow both crumbly and tough in a way that cakes really aren't supposed to be.
"-- and the flavor is utterly nectarous, with that subtle undertone of bitterness to offer surprising depth."
Which means that maybe Arum shouldn't have used honey and sugar and agave if he'd wanted Damien to taste anything but sweetness and the spots that had gotten burnt in the process of getting it cooked all the way through. Monsters in general might have been making the world's finest cakes for centuries, but Arum specifically wasn't made with that skill in mind.
The thing is, Damien isn't just being tactful. He means what he says, flowery prose and all, and he's downing his slice of cake with the same enthusiasm that he brings to pretty much everything. His beloved lizard lord made that cake, which makes it one of Damien's new favorite desserts-- just like the jambalaya Rilla made for their earlier contest utterly delighted him, even when tears were streaming down his face from the admittedly overzealous application of peppers, and even though it was charred enough to potentially serve as a treatment for ingested poisons. He'd even asked for seconds!
But that had been nothing compared to the look of rapture on his face when he'd tasted Arum's stir-fry, like it had been handed down by his saintly namesake himself.
It's the same expression he wore when Rilla served him her entry in the desert contest, like her papaya macarons were a religious experience.
Which, knowing Damien, maybe they were.
While he keeps working on the world's chewiest cake, Arum and Rilla exchange looks over his head. A lash of his tail, a tilt of his head, a little twirl of his lower wrist: I concede the victory to you.
A flash of a grin, a hand flat against her chest in imitation of modesty: thank you, you're far too kind.
She'll maybe gloat a little later, even when the three of them are nestled together for the night. Arum did his share of preening after last night's cooking competition, after all. And Damien just seems happy to cheer them both on. He is, after all, an avid fan of friendly competition.
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You want to write about Gawain so bad... Woooo... (thanks for doing this I love your writing!)
Awww thank you for the kind words <3 You're very welcome; I've been having a great time with these. This one ended up long! *****
“Gawain?” Arthur knocks on the doorway of the rusted-out habitat. Gawain makes no response, doesn’t move from where he’s been staring at the wall for days, except perhaps to tense. It’s no use. Arthur walks in and sets a hand on his shoulder. “How’re you holdin’ up?” Gawain doesn’t mean to, but he lets out a sharp, bitter laugh. “How am I holding up? I’m not the one whose fucking *wife and daughter* got–” He chokes on the words. “Look at me, kid.” He forces his eyes up to Arthur’s haggard face. His eyes are shadowed and lined with red. His grief is clear. The hell is he doing here? “It wasn’t your fault, son,” Arthur says firmly. “What the ghouls did to Ygraine, Morgause…” His expression crumples a moment before he steadies himself. “It wasn’t your damn fault, you hear?” “If I’d gotten there faster– if I’d chased them–” “No. Ifs are easy. What happened happened. But Gawain, I need you at my side. You’re no good to me or Camelot like this.” He wants to say he’s clearly not much good to them anyway, if he let this happen. He knows better than to challenge Arthur. He’s not a man of empty words. Gawain stands. “I’ll– I’ll serve you for as long as you’ll have me, sheriff.” Arthur claps him on the back. “Good man.” He begins to lead him out into the sun. “Come on. We’ve got work to do.”
#the mechanisms#the mechs#hnoc#high noon over camelot#gawain hnoc#arthur hnoc#call for comfort#my fic
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"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"
some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#itafushi#fushiita#yuji itadori#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#I LOVE PLOTTING AND ALSO SCHEMING#listen i have a lot of feelings and i needed 2 process them and i do that by making art 2 target my mutuals directly#read my about it's there it's in the fineprint if we talk You Are Not Safe smile#i just . BITING BITING BITING this fic#the domesticity the grief the casual yet unfathomably deep soulmatism.......im ruined i tell u Ruined#so naturally i dropped everything#remember how i said lefts/rights r my enemy my beloathed my nemesis. MIRRORS MADE IT SO MUCH WORSE FHGDSAJFGJS I WANTED DEATH#i was like this is incorrect. no this is correct. flips them around in my head. no im wrong again actually#purgatory tbh but we got there (watch me be wrong again tho if i am wrong again i think i will Cry)#anyway!!! i don't have much else to say except pls read the fic and show jinx some love they 1000% deserve it this fic 1000% deserves it#i could only draw so many scenes but i would draw all of it if i could#fr i ws so paranoid abt accuracy lmao cut 2 footage of me looking up rice cooker models and wtf the colour 'carnelian' was#i hope i got everything right i hope i did it justice :'>#also if any1 mentions how megumi's arm in 3 is at an awkward angle. look me in the eye and tell me youve comfortably cuddled with someone#i will call u a liar
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cw: really strange romance, smelling underwear.
sending your pretty nudes to könig, a man you know only by his name, you didn't see his face, didn't see him standing in front of you in the daylight, you only know that he's a colonel registered in a military program that let's people from the area nearby send some reassuring words to the lone soldiers.
perhaps, your silly head gets a wrong call from this, and your choice of words end where you take a small polaroids of your body posed in provocative way, hand squeezing your breasts through the shirt, stuffed in your flimsy panties, toying with your nipples, your clit, until there's no clothes remained, only clean sheets on the background and your naked, smooth skin under flashed light.
könig is too perverted to tell someone about this type of letters he get's, he's been in the army for long enough to cherish every glimpse of a woman he gets, and when she herself sends himself such a material, he can't offer anything but a gratitude and his boxers sticky and sodden by milky ropes of cum that spill from his jerking cock.
there's nothing but your body, you don't offer your face for him to jerk off, but he's sure you're a right doll, offering your curves to him so easily, always with a small, sweet text that wishes him a good week and much luck on upcoming mission, if only you knew that it's you who make it all better for him.
make könig try his best at each mission so he could tell you about it, knowing he'd get a treat in his next letter from you, not only a photos and praising words, but your panties folded in as well, a sexy pair that is soiled at the gusset, your cum dried there and still prominent with your alluring, cloying scent, making him get rid of his hood with shaky, fumbling fingers, just so he could take a whiff of you, whining.
you get him addicted unknowingly, depending on your attention and sight of your naked body even in his dreams, so it's only a sure thing when he somehow finds out your address, and on the day of mail distribution, it's könig who holds the letter you waited for in his grimey, gloved hand, while you outstretch the letter on your own behalf, but now he's here to see you up close himself.
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#.𐙚july's writings#konig smut#konig x female reader#könig smut#könig x fem reader#konig fluff#konig x reader smut#konig comfort#könig fluff#könig drabble#konig x reader#könig x you#könig x reader#konig x you#konig mw2#konig call of duty#cod konig#konig headcanons#konig hcs#könig headcanons#konig cod#könig cod
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straight women should never have learned the word fruity from tiktok
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