#comfort my characters

[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.

[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

[bumbleboa]

We have a deal~

[weepingalaxy]

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

[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

[bongwalter10]

pride kagamines ^_^

[theshadeblindcolor]

Oh no! Pvp Jesus! No!

I’m going crazy.

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

"Blitzø... I think so very highly of you..."

"I didn't realize you think so low of me..."

[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.

[nipuni]

DI Hardy and DS Miller are onto you 🕵️

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon next month! You can also find prints and stuff of all my art at my Store

[magic-worms]

trying to articulate my thoughts on the 7th tf2 comic confirmation by using the tf2 characters to articulate those thoughts

[the-phantom-peach]

“for her”

-🍃

the burden of failure and fear of disappointment. sometimes ya just gotta keep it to yourself

[captainkirkk]

I want to see characters being taken care of in an explicit and worshipful way. Home-cooked meals. Hair brushed and braided by gentle hands. Little gifts just because.

I want to read about characters who are not used to kindness being bombarded by acts of service. This trope works romantically and platonically. Give me found family and acts of service - all the ways a character is wrapped up in wordless, explicit care after years of cruelty and having no idea how to handle. I need it.

[jaydenism]

they really mafuyu'ed my mizuki huh

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