#does this count as comfort?

[beearthive]

We'll fix this together...

[radioroxx]

Perhaps some Isabeau being comforted as well?

isa comfort was gonna appear in the og post but i. didnt like the sketch so i scrapped it mb

so heres two to make up for it :)

[rain-candles-jazz]

whumpcember day 11: clothing that doesn't fit

tw: mention of self-harm

Sariel lay in her cell on the cot that Itchy had given her... being the infinitely gracious being that he was...

Normally, she had no issues sleeping, but tonight, she had company. Sari didn't understand why Itchy kept her in a cell.  Its not like she could do anything against him with the chip in her neck, attached painfully to her spinal cord.  She guessed it was a safety measure.  Perhaps Itchy wasn't able to gain control of her as easily in his sleep and assumed she would take any opportunity to perform violence upon him... and he was absolutely right.

So she supposed her captivity was warranted, but her neighbor...  well, he was crying for god's sake.  Sari had met Deego many times but had never had reason to talk to him.  He seemed the same as her: a thrall to a madman... a madwoman in his case, even if Lady Faleece was a superior, Sari still recognized that she was using him in a way that harmed him...

  Sari could see Deego, curled in on himself in a cell just across a small hallway on the opposite wall.  For the last two hours, she had been ignoring him.  Intermittently, he would get quiet and Sari would begin to drift off, only for him to begin sobbing again after a few minutes.

At last, Sari had had enough.  She stood up to her full height, angrily stomping to the edge of her cell and yelling down at the pathetic shape before her.  "Will you shut the hell up, you worm!!"

The curled figure tensed up and seemed to try and make itself even smaller.  Sari curled her lip at the disgusting display of cowardice, but he had stopped making noise for the moment.  Sari started to tramp back to her cot, but her anger wasn't quite sated.  The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.  

She turned back around to stare at him again.  "You are truly pathetic," she sneered.

Deego had turned himself into a kneeling position, knees on the ground, bent forward, hugging his arms to each other as though trying to hide them.  "I know..." he whispered.

From this position, and in spite of his efforts, Sari could see white scars zig-zagging down his arm.  "You're not special," Sari growled.  "We all have things to be ashamed of."  She brought a hand to her own arm, feeling the few scars she now had.  "Crying isn't going to change anything," she continued coldly.

Deego didn't respond, fidgeting his hands over himself, still trying to hide his skin from her.  She realized that when she saw him prior to today, he was always fully dressed, with sleeves that covered his arms no matter the temperature.  No doubt Itchy had taken his shirt altogether just for the psychological torment it would cause Deego.

"Hiding them doesn't change anything," Sari narrowed her eyes.  She couldn't imagine wearing anything as restrictive as the sweaters and coats she always saw him in.  Even if she had obtained scars an adjunct wasn't supposed to ever have, she never thought to try and hide them.  "They will still be there," she said, as much to herself as to Deego.

He turned his head away from her.  Tears still fell from his face, but he was obviously trying to stifle his cries.

Sari huffed and went back to her cot.  She lay there for a few minutes, then turned her head to see Deego still sitting in the same position he had been in a moment ago, arms still twisted in an attempt to shield them.

Sari growled again loudly, standing up once more.  Deego recoiled, clenching his eyes shut.

Itchy didn't have a lot of compassion, but he was efficient.  As such, he couldn't be bothered with the mundane tasks such as hygiene for his little experiments.  Sari was given whatever clothes could be found that Itchy thought looked "cool".  She kept them in a wooden box in the corner of her cell.

In frustration and annoyance, she dug through her clothes until she found a large black shirt - long sleeved, meant as an undershirt for colder weather. Sari reached through the bars of her cell and tossed the shirt roughly through Deego's cell.  It landed right overtop of his head and covered most of him.

"Take this and shut up!" she barked.

She watched as he removed the clothing and observed it with wet eyes.  He hurriedly threw it over his head and seemed to crawl through it, worming his arms through it like they were lost.  Of course, anything that fit Sari well would be huge on this tiny pathetic being.  It looked comical, like a child in an adult's shirt.

Looking down at himself, Deego tilted his head and actually seemed to brighten up a bit.  He turned to her, eyes sparkling.  "Thank you!" he said in a sweet tone. Sari crossed her arms and looked away, blushing.  "Just... just remember what I said... They don't go away just because you can't see them."

Deego wiped his face on the huge black sleeves that hung over his hands.  He stared at the ground a moment, then nodded at her.

Sari went back to her cot and was finally able to get to sleep.

[callsign-mimic]

Nikolai gives the best, most bone crushing hugs.

The man is a big, Russian bear. Well padded, strong as fuck, and delightfully hairy too boot ❤️

Imagine the satisfaction of hearing (and feeling) your entire spine crack and pop the first time he wraps you in a tight bear hug. And the amused chuckle from him as you go limp in his arms, groaning in complete bliss.

He would be delighted that you would seek him out every time your back pain became unbearable, squeezing you tightly before laying you down and rubbing your sore muscles. His heart would soar when you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep under his touch.

And the feeling of waking up in his arms for the first time would be more than enough for you to never want to leave.

[v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n]

Me when- me when something non-human learns how to be human 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[sunrotdropbrain]

I had the WORST cramps in my entire life so of course I had to jump on the trend

Also I had to include Monty just to prove to myself that I can draw someone other than Sun and Moon

Also I did this all one one file and my computer was STRUGGLING. I was going to include the original that wasn't cut up but 10 image limit :((

[mellosdrawings]

Content warning, please mind the tags.

"I would've given them to you if I only knew."

"I can't tell what I want anymore."

"Your wings don't fit on my back."

"Their weight is dragging me down."

"I've given you my pain yet I feel no joy."

"I've stolen your joy yet I feel only pain."

"What do I have to do to make it ll stop?"

"I can't tell what I want anymore."

[PREV] - [NEXT] - [MASTERLIST]

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nie Mingjue is the opposite of a man trying to escape the narrative. He's constantly being pushed OUT of the narrative and yet he keeps coming back in. He's a corpse before the story even starts he was a minor blip in the mc's life he should NOT be this deep in the narrative and yet there he is. Jgy literally killed him in his efforts to get out of the narrative himself and then nmj was like Fuck You (haunts you thereby trapping you both in the narrative forever) his brother's need for vengeance for his death is the reason the plot even exists he's so inside of the narrative he basically becomes it.

[scrimblobimblowhump]

whumpee being wheeled into the hospital with that sweet sweet combo of oxygen mask + swaddled in blankets + strapped down to the gurney + all sleepy and delirious >>> 🥺🥺

[radioroxx]

ouu reqs,,,,mayb odile comfort again,,its changed me forever i never knew i needed it

something something odile gets to write for her family in her own familytale post-canon. love and light

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

personally of the belief that Violet drags Icarus to the Tattoo Pawlor sometimes after they come back from Quixis and does in fact get them to fully take their shirt off for science . he gives them a little tattoo on their shoulder (Their right one, not the one with the scar - not yet, at least), and . yeah .

[softcuddledrone]

"I can give you safety. I can give you comfort. I can give you a warm home where you want for nothing, where you can heal from the cold outside world. I can give you this, and more.

"All I ask in return is that you allow me to help you. All I ask is that you submit yourself to my love. All I ask is that you surrender yourself, body and mind, so that I may love you and change you into what you were always meant to be."

[arthursfuckinghat]

The long sleep loosens it's grip as your eyes flutter open. The warmth of sunlight kisses your skin, and a soft breeze combs through your hair, as if welcoming you back to a place you've always belonged.

You find yourself cushioned by the rustling grass around you, serving as a meal for horses in the distance. The chirping of birds and the trill of crickets create a nostalgic symphony from a time you can't quite remember.

You look up to the sky, eyes following the clouds to the outline of mountains that stretch before you. The view of New Hanover welcomes you.

The breath you didn't know you were holding is released, along with all the uncertainty it contained, you remember that you've been here before.

But this time, it feels like you're home.

[jude-shotto]

[Day 13 - Angsty RK1k - Anon💖]

Connor was having nightmares and needed confirmation that Markus was safe. And also the I run hot & I run cold couple!

You can check out the days early posts and wips up on Patreon!

[adversary-to-inamorato]

"Aren't you tired of doing this?"

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Self Care

Time sighed heavily as he dragged his feet into the house. Last night had been a disaster - one trauma after another, one death after another. He hadn’t had back to back deaths in a while, maybe even since the war.

It was disheartening and exhausting, to say the least.

Four had texted him a couple times. Apparently the young man had been working last night and had been anticipating admitting Time’s cases, but they’d never made it up to him.

Malon had texted him too, a message of love, even though she had no idea what had happened; she’d been asleep, after all. Now she was at work, and Time barely had a few hours before a scheduled procedure in the late morning. He really should have just slept in the on call room, but he’d wanted to go home.

A sense of relief flowed over him as he entered the empty house. Most of the inhabitants were at work, leaving the place quiet.

Time shook the rattling sound of alarms in his head. He needed quiet.

He wasn’t much of a religious person, he had to admit, but today maybe he’d say a prayer. To whoever was listening.

Sighing, Time walked into the kitchen, finding leftover comfort food and heating it up. While he did so he closed all the blinds, trying to simulate night as closely as possible. He had four hours before he had to get going again. He’d take advantage of it.

Grabbing a bottle of beer and the food he’d warmed up, he slid to the kitchen floor, staring off into the void. Time fiddled with his phone a moment, putting soft music on the speaker. And then he stared again.

He didn’t have words, or feelings. But in this moment, he could just basque in peace.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly ate and drank. Then he grabbed some water and headed upstairs to the shower. After standing under the water for probably twenty minutes, he eventually stepped out and dressed himself in the most comfortable pajamas he could find.

And then he paused in front of the guest room.

Peering in, he saw the one inhabitant in the home aside from him. Sky didn’t have to work today, so naturally the young man was sleeping in.

Time thought of the family mourning their lost loved one, and he stepped inside the room.

Sky didn’t stir as he sat on the bed. Didn’t stir as he ran a hand through his hair. Only furrowed his brow slightly when he kissed his temple. Time sat there watching him for what felt like forever, and he said a silent prayer.

Taking a deep breath, he walked to his bedroom, closing the room darkening curtains, sipped his water, put on an ambiance video, and went to bed.

He’d be fine. But for now he’d just focus on taking care of himself.