#comfort my characters

[adhd-coyote]

🥰 for crybaby

Anything for you, Tide ;3 🥰 - Post-nightmare cuddles

This one turned out rather short, but it's very sweet <3

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Crybaby awoke with a stuttered gasp and a cut-off sob. Immediately, there were hands on him, cupping his face, combing through his hair.

"Shh, Baby, it's okay, you're okay." A familiar voice, soft and soothing. Hurricane. Crybaby pressed into his hands, trying to get his breathing under control. "That's it, deep breaths, cyar'ika."

Burst, slower to wake after they'd finally got him to rest, moved so he could wrap around him, cold nose pressed into Crybaby's shoulder. "We've got you. 'S okay."

"S-Sorry," Crybaby stammered around his next gasp of air. He hadn't meant to wake them- it was hard enough getting Burst to sleep and Hurricane had just gotten off of a rough mission-

"No apologies." Hurricane's warm breath ghosted across Crybaby's temple. "It's okay, cyar'ika. Just breathe."

Crybaby focused on the rise and fall of Hurricane's chest under him and the way Burst's bangs tickled his shoulder. Slowly, doing his best to copy Hurricane's steady breathing, he managed to calm his racing heart.

All at once, the tension bled out of him. Crybaby went limp in his riduure's arms, still trembling, but his breath coming easier now.

"We've got you," Burst repeated, giving him a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, Baby. We've got you."

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Hurricane is @advertingpizza's oc, and Burst belongs to @threadboundgold! Both of them are Alphas, just like Crybaby, and they're all part of a five-way polycule with two other Alphas, Strut ( @starwarsanthropology ) and Bull ( @thivell ), who are unfortunately not on Kamino during this snippet.

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[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

🍽 for Esther 🤍

Sure thing. Joseph will make her favourite pie.

Joseph pulled the pie out of the oven. His nose crinkling at the sweet smell. He hated rhubarb, he really did. And found that the sweetness of strawberries did little to improve the tart bite of it.

Not that it mattered much, from what John had said this was Esther's favourite. So he hoped it would serve its intended purpose as an apology. Jacob had been right in pointing the need for one out to him.

What John and Esther do in their own home, in their own bedroom whether they were married or not, wasn't any of his business. It had been wrong of him to shame John for it and call her a Jezebel. He wasn't used to John standing up to him in any fashion and had lost his temper. It wasn't fair and he hadn't meant it.

He drove up to the ranch, admittedly hoping she was alone. He didn't know if John's temper had cooled by now and he wasn't entirely sure his brother's threat to have Whitehorse forcibly remove him from the property if he came back was serious or not. He didn't really want to find out.

He knocked on the door pie in hand, relieved when Esther answered the door.

She seemed understandably annoyed to see him. Her arms crossing in front of her.

"Hello Joseph. Can I help you or did you just want to compare me to another biblical whore?"

He grimaced at the venom in her tone.

"I'm sorry Esther. Really I am. I didn't mean it."

She looked at him skeptically.

"Look I understand that I crossed a line today. But I don't want to lose my brother, so let me try to make it right."

He held the pie up, offering a small sheepish smile that reminded her of the ones John would give her when she was mad at him.

"Fine. Come in." She sighed heavily, leading him toward the kitchen. He set the pie down on the counter as she rummaged through the cupboards and drawers. Grabbing plates and forks, setting them down beside him.

"Is John home?" He took the knife she handed him, slicing a couple pieces for them.

"No." She glanced at him as she sat. "Don't worry though. I got him calmed down."

She took the plate he offered and he took the seat beside her.

"Good. I owe him an apology as well."

Nodding she took a bite and her eyes widened. "This is really good. Did you make this?"

He hummed, picking at his own piece. Esther reached over and squeezed his hand gently, surprising him.

"Look I forgive you okay. And God knows John will. There's nothing on God's green earth you could ever do that he wouldn't forgive."

She smiled warmly at him, eliciting a smile from him.

"Besides I have to forgive you now. After all you went to all this trouble to bring a treat."

He left soon after, content that things were better. That a moment of anger hadn't torn his family apart.

[lotus-pear]

11/20

[milliebellae]

take back your creativity from capitalist deception hell today!

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

Blitzø made a mistake and lost his family and previous life in the fire...

...Stolas made a mistake and lost his family and previous life in the ice.

[questions-about-blorbos]

reblog this with a terrible description of your Blorbo. go

[catboy-beckett]

Kim Kitsuragi is a fascinating character because there's not that much fun or interesting or compelling about him. And yet somehow over the course of playing Disco Elysium the game rewires your fucking brain around him. He's the middest man you've ever seen in both appearance and personality but at some point he says something kind to you or something critical of you and you feel like you just got hit by a truck and you need his approval like you need oxygen and like how tf did this happen. what are you

[cirrocula]

my rendition of the steven panel

[nipuni]

Alec 🌊

[weepingalaxy]

i think michael hating the entirety of the fazbear franchise EXCEPT foxy is one of the funniest ideas in the world

[vampireninjabunnies-blog]

🌸 - Something that calms them for Esther?

Quite a few things calm Esther but today I think some alone time will do her good.

It had been a long day. Starting up her own practice had turned out to be much harder than she thought. The people of Hope County in general seemed fairly reluctant to pursue therapy and she was starting to realize her association with Eden's Gate was not helping. Other than the Ryes, the local pastor and sweet junior Deputy Pratt most people had not been very welcoming.

True she hadn't been here long but so far she'd only managed to get two patients. A quiet man called Eli who wanted grief counseling after losing his son. Apparently things with his wife were tense. And a court ordered patient who insisted she call him Sharky for some reason. She was supposed to help him with his proclivity for arson. He had been... interesting to say the least.

Between her lack of clientele, the rent on her office space looming overhead and the general unease she felt regarding Joseph, the stress was starting to pile up.

And now to top off an already irritating day she'd had a run in with Deputy Hudson. The woman seemed to enjoy pulling her over and writing her yet another ticket.

She stormed into the kitchen, grabbing the tea kettle and filling it with water before slamming it down on the stove. Waiting for the water to boil she skulked into the living room and grabbed a romance novel hidden away from plain view on the shelf.

Heading back into the kitchen she was glad to see that John wasn't home. Normally she'd run to him on a bad day and he'd whisper in her ear, or sing to her, as he held her close. But she was too embarrassed and irritated to do so now.

She poured the water into a cup when the kettle whistled and made her way to the porch. She breathed in the warm air of late spring. She settled into a chair and opened her book. It was old and well worn. She did her best to hide it from John. Knowing he would tease her about it.

Her nerves were finally starting to calm, the tension in her shoulders easing. Hope County and Eden's Gate were going to be a tough nut to crack but it was worth it. He was worth it. She sipped her tea and relaxed. Her problems slipping away as she enjoyed this quiet moment alone.

[mythropigman]

"Draw your comfort character" they said

Booger

[noodles-and-tea]

I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW LITTLE STAN. hes just a little guy.

MY LITTLE FREE SPIRIT STANLEY!!!!!

[owlssin]

raaah comfort character meme

[jaydenism]

they really mafuyu'ed my mizuki huh

i think about this dialogue from the main story a lot. she knows.

[teojira]

[Click Click Boom] [Shadow x Reader short stories]

Summary: You're set to be Shadow's companion to keep an eye on him and keep him in line, a courtesy from the goverment for him saving the world with Sonic and the others.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Can be read as platonic or romantic! Shadow/reader romance is implied though! You're human in this, age is vague but you're meant to be in your 20s.

Disclaimer: Shadow is an adult, and as for the furry debate, he's literally an adult who can consent and is sentient, don't like? Don't read!

A/N: I've literally been obsessed with this fucker since I was a literal child and it's the first time I've written for him!! The trailer yas me going insane. This is written well before the movie has come out, literally all I got to work with is Shadow in the trailer and the bits and pieces of info I psychoanalized so I don't wanna hear shit about it not being accurate tbh, this is self indulgent!!

Shadow isn't the worst task you've been assigned, you both are more akin to awkward roommates more than anything.

I'm talking randomly lingering in the corners of the room, his bright red eyes glowing and they always seemed to be locked right onto you.

You screamed the first dozen times, but now you just glare at the black hedgehog and spit out a "fuck you." and go about your business.

He'll never admit that it brings him infinite amusement, it's hard to tell, but the huff he lets out is evidence enough.

Shadow will never admit he cares for you, he loses everyone he cares for, and humans don't live that long. It's terrifying to think about how much he's come to like you.

He's not nearly as slick as he thinks he is.

You're sitting down at the dinner table, typing away on your laptop, editing the mission report from the other day when Shadow makes his way towards you. Sending him a nod in his direction, you don't think of anything when he moves in close.

A huge slam takes you off guard though, jumping damn near out of your skin as you twist your head to look at him.

"What the fuck-"

"Take it."

It's one of Shadow's guns, his emblem being engraved along the stock.

"What? No, I have guns." You raise an eyebrow at the hog, his face is perfectly still, eyes locking onto yours as he waits for you to grab the heckler.

"Your guns are worthless, you need something better."

"Well excuse me, I so happen to like my guns." You try and joke back, but the offense is taken.

Shadow rolls his eyes so hard you're scared that he's gonna blind himself. Jutting his chin towards the table once more to get your focus back onto it.

"If you have one of mine, I know you're safe." He doesn't elaborate. Not that he needs to.

"...Thank you, Shad."

All you get is a grunt in response, and he's on his way back to his room.

Gingerly picking up the weapon, you take in how pristine it is, a thumb caressing your small initials that you missed on the other side of the stock.

With Shadow saving the world, the reeking of havoc makes it to where he's limited to what he is allowed to do in the public eye.

Not that he listens, he isn't supposed to be out after curfew. But to be fair, it is extremely hard to keep a teleporting hedgehog confined to a meager two-story house.

You can hear him teleport above you, he's on the roofs of the nearby building, leering down at you.

It was a small errand you were on, simply stocking up on the essentials for the house.

Namely, snacks for Shadow, he doesn't ask for a lot other than coffee beans and Doritos.

You are choosing to ignore the fact that he eats the coffee beans straight up, the crunch echoes through your head and it sends a shudder down your spine.

He was adamant against you leaving the house this late, standing in front of the front door.

"No."

"Fuck you mean no?"

"I said no."

"....I don't listen to men."

And you weaved around him to leave the house, ignoring his shout of disapproval.

That leads you both to here now, you pretending you don't see him trailing you from the rooftops as you walk your way back home from the small shopping center.

You feign surprise when he opens the house door for you, begrudgingly sticking a hand out to help you with your bags.

"Oh! Thank you my knight in shining armor~"

"Shut it."

He's never told you his birthday, which you can understand, living for 50 years and not having your family around must be hard. No matter how he may fake that it doesn't bother him.

That doesn't stop you, not in the slightest really. You damn near kick him out of the house for the day, shoving him over to Tom and Maddie's house so he can be with the others. Despite how much he protested.

"I don't want to go over there. Not with that blue fake."

"You don't really have a choice bub, I need you out of the house."

"I don't understand why I have to-"

"Keep arguing with me and I will make it a point to not buy you shit next grocery trip."

It's an empty threat, but he grunts nonetheless.

"...."

"That's what I thought."

When he finally gets home from his long and admittedly overstimulating day with the Wachowskis, he's ready to recharge in his room.

He teleports through the house door, sighing and rubbing at his temples as he moves to kick off his shoes, knowing that if he doesn't, you'd chastise him for not doing so.

Something about tracking dirt and rocket fuel into the carpet.

Whatever.

After trying to massage his brain through his fur, he opens his eyes up to see a colorful banner strung across the mantle.

'Happy birthday!' It screams, in its disgustingly neon color palette.

Shadow wracks his brain for any information of it being your birthday, he knows for a fact it isn't today. A friend you're throwing a party for? Well, that makes no sense, he knows very well you don't have many friends, especially any that you'd invite your house up for.

You're antisocial to a fault, not that he has absolutely any room to talk.

He hears you before he sees you, turning the corner into the living room, carrying some balloons in your hands. A stupid little party hat on your head.

"Shadow! What are you doing back so early?"

Kicking off the last shoe, he stands at his full height, staring into your eyes with a shrug.

"I wasn't aware I had a time."

"....fair enough, anyways, fuck, goddamnit. Stay here. Okay?"

And you're off, running into the kitchen, his ears flick at the slamming of the fridge door, followed by the cabinets being no doubt, hip nudging it shut way too forcefully.

He's awkwardly standing there still until you yell for him to come in.

Shadow has half a mind to ignore you and go into his room, but curiosity kills the cat, so he takes in a deep breath and makes his way to you.

He finds you sitting at the little kitchenette, a nervous smile spread across your lips as you gesture to the plate in front of you.

The smell is apparent, it's a coffee cupcake.

The hedgehog feels his ears flick again, staring down at the desert, then trailing his eyes back to meet your own. Wordlessly asking you what was going on.

"You've never told me your birthday, but it's been a year since you've been here, with me. After the whole trying to destroy the world shit. So since you won't tell me, we can kinda treat this as it?" You keep rambling, eyes flitting around the room, very clearly nervous as to his reaction.

Shadow doesn't say anything, or move even. Just staring down at the cupcake.

It looks amateurish, the frosting is lopsided, and the toppings on it look messy. But you made it for him. You even added a big black "1" candle in the center.

He doesn't know what to say, he can feel heat rush through his body, rushing to his ears and his face, and his fur feels constricting.

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck.

You go to open your mouth again, no doubt to apologize, but he beats you to it.

Moving to scoop up the treat, he gently sniffs it before taking a cautionary bite.

A beat passes between the two of you.

"...it's good."

Shadow does his best to ignore the smile that blooms across your face, not wanting to remember just how pretty he finds you like this.

Disgusting.

Shadow doesn't like touch, you know it, he knows it, and everyone knows it. He's threatened to break Sonic's wrist for even so much as patting the older hedgehog on the back. Baring his sharper fangs and hissing out to not touch him ever.

He avoids group hugs from Team Sonic, avoids Tom and Maddie like the plague, dodging every invitation to be a part of the family, it makes him sick to think about it.

With you, it's a little different.

You're not like them, you don't push him to change, you don't have a problem with how closed off he is, giving him space, never once pushing his very strict boundaries.

Something churns in his chest at the sound of you crying in your room, you probably think you're being incognito, holding a pillow to your face to drown out your sobs.

The internal debate is heavy, Shadow used to be able to comfort, to provide warmth, but he hasn't done so in years. Flashes of memories where he would comfort Maria on her bad health days, letting her run her fingers over his quills, to lend an ear to Gerald when he was frustrated about treatments not working.

It's not to say he is replacing you in their place, but it's scary. To open himself up like that again. He can feel his anxiety rising as he goes over the pros and cons of crossing this line. Eyes squeeze shut forcefully as he tells himself he doesn't care about you, that you're an adult, and you don't need to be babied.

His ears twitch when a pathetic little whimper drops from your lips, and his resolve cracks.

You don't look up when he makes his way in, too stuck in your bubble.

Startling a little when two, much stronger and larger hands grab at your own, peeling them away from the pillow. Your puffy bloodshot eyes looking at the hedgehog in front of you, his face set as it usually is, stoic. But his eyes are different, and his body language is different, when has he ever looked at you so softly? It's jarring.

Oh, he's moving closer. Okay. Weird.

"Shadow? Uh, I'm ok-"

You try and lie, it's a pitiful attempt. Your voice is scratchy and the tear tracks down your cheeks aren't helping your plight.

"No, you're not."

He shuts you down immediately, hands sliding up your arms to drag you into him.

The instant your bodies touch, you feel a fresh wave of tears well up in your eyes again.

Shadow has you resting against him, your head resting on him as he wraps himself loosely in your arms, giving you the space to move away if you so choose.

It's the first time he's allowed you to hug him, the first time he's ever initiated contact with someone in years. A fact that you both are well aware of.

A sob works its way up your throat, immediately tightening your grip on the hedgehog, curling into him as you shake.

Shadow doesn't say anything, doesn't make fun of you as snot pours from your nose, doesn't point out that your mascara and eyeliner are getting everywhere, just sits there and lets you cling onto him like he's your only lifeline.

He thinks that this is okay, he's strong enough for you both, and you don't need to worry when he's here.