#emergency requests

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi, I've never requested anything, so I hope I'm doing this right. There has been severe weather in my area for the past few days. I've been panicking really bad over the tornado warnings. I've actully started crying everytime I hear something outside, it's so bad. I was wondering if I could do an emergency request for the monster trio(or just Sanji if you only do one) comforting the reader during a severe storm? I hope this is not too vague. Tysm if you do it.

Hi! I'm so sorry this took so long, I moved recently so I've spent the last few days unloading a moving truck, getting furniture set up, etc, etc. I did Zoro and Sanji but I didn't write Luffy. I just haven't felt comfortable with writing for Luffy lately. Anyway, again, I'm sorry for it taking so long and I hope you like it.

Word Count: 1030

     Nami had said it was just some severe weather, that it was fine, but looking out the window, feeling the ship sway as it was tossed around on the sea, you couldn’t help but be terrified every crash of the waves against the side, every jolt, every time the wind howled particularly loud, you couldn’t help but whimper as you tried to stay calm. The others were out on deck making sure the ship didn’t capsize, but Nami had kindly excused you when she’d seen your barely controlled trembling and the tears that were masked by the rain. She’d given an excuse as to why you weren’t needed on deck, but you knew the real reason why she’d let you go inside. A loud crash had you flinching, not realizing that the sound had come from the door. It had sounded like wood crashing against something, had the railing been torn and hit the deck? Maybe the mask had broken or perhaps the roof was caving in! A hand on your shoulder had a sob finally escaping your lips as your worries and fears finally came to a peak. Looking up, you saw the concerned face of your love. Pulling you closer, he wrapped his arms around you, his heart aching at the fearful look in your eyes. 

Sanji

     Holding you close, he stroked your hair, whispering soft words of comfort as you clung to him. While he was never worried about the ship sinking, he understood how it could be so terrifying. You trusted Franky’s building abilities, Jinbei’s helmsmanship, Nami’s navigation, but that only did so much when the ship rocked so hard that the deck was flooded with sea water. 

     “It’s okay, my darling, we’re okay. Nothing bad’s going to happen to you, I promise.” he said softly, kissing your forehead as he simply held you. He wished he could do more for you, something to help you calm down more, but the ship still rocked too hard for any drinks, swayed too much to be forgotten. The storm was still too strong to be ignored. Instead, he held you, hoping that it would help. Even as the storm began to die down and your whimpers lessened, he didn’t let you go, didn’t stop stroking your hair. 

     Carrying you to the kitchen, he set you down on the counter while he prepared a drink to calm you down. Normally, he didn’t let anyone sit on his counters, but you needed him right now and he was always willing to break a few of his rules if you needed him to; though preferably not too many. Kissing your forehead once more, he handed you the drink, wiping away any remaining tears before kissing both your cheeks.

     “Let’s get you a warm bath, mon amour, you’re cold and wet from the rain.” he said softly, picking you up, drink and all, before carrying you to the bathroom for a comforting bath. It was what he often did when you were sad or scared. A calming drink, a warm bath, and loving words and right now, you needed a calm after the storm.

Zoro

     Entering the room, Zoro looked around in confusion. You’d disappeared in the middle of helping with the storm and while Nami didn’t seem concerned, he was worried. His first thought had been that you’d gone overboard, but after trying to jump in to look for you, Nami told him to head inside to comfort you. Though why you needed comfort, he hadn’t been sure until he’d laid eyes on you. He knew he was a little unusual when it came to being afraid, that he seemingly had no fears, but you weren’t him, nor did he expect you to be him. You got scared, you had fears, and if he was being honest, he actually liked it that way. It meant that you relied on him, it meant you looked to him for comfort, that even if you were the best fighter possible, you would always need him. He’d tried to tell you that he liked you this way once, only to botch it and make you more upset. He wasn’t good with words, he was a swordsman, he wasn’t a poet or the pervy chef. From then on, he simply let his actions speak for him and happily comforted you whenever you needed it for whatever reason. Going as far as seeking you out if he thought you might need his comfort. He’d eventually managed to find the words to tell you that he preferred it if you went to him for comfort, but it hadn’t been easy to find the words and had asked you to never ask for soothing words. Sitting here with him now, you were kind of glad that he wasn’t good with words, there was something so soothing about his large arms around you, holding your head to his chest to listen to his heart, knowing that he’d protect you with every ounce of his strength. Zoro sighed after a moment, mumbling something that you didn’t catch, lifting your head to look at him in confusion. Grumbling as he looked away, he spoke a little louder.

     “I’m stronger than any stupid storm, you don’t need to be scared.” he said, a light dusting of pink crossing his cheeks in embarrassment. It had been a long time since he’d last offered comforting words so maybe this time it might be okay, maybe he wouldn’t screw this one up. Hearing a choked laugh, he looked down at you to see you smiling as you tried to wipe a few tears away.

     “You’re stronger than a storm?” you asked, laughing past your tears. Zoro nodded quietly, still looking away in embarrassment.

     “I cut through a large tidal wave during Aqua Laguna, I’m plenty strong enough to take on this.” he mumbled, hoping it was more comforting than it sounded to him. You snuggled into his chest, hands gripping his clothes.

     “Then I know you can protect me from any storm.” you whispered, feeling a little better. You wouldn’t deny that you were still afraid of the storm, but Zoro’s words were surprisingly comforting. Zoro would protect you from any storm.

[sunatooru]

Hey, I saw the request about the haikyuu boys taking care of their s/o that’s having nausea and stomach aches due to social anxiety. I was wondering if I could request the same thing but with, Tendou, Ushijima, Sugawara, and Tanaka.

Hello, really sorry this is coming out so late but hope it still helps. My writers block is really bad rn so I had to miss out Sugawara.

Warnings: anxiety and feeling sick/overwhelmed

Tendou

* He realised you were feeling anxious when you gripped his hand tighter

* He knew he had to bring you somewhere quiet and away from the crowds quickly

* Once he found a place, he would rub your back gently, letting you grip his hand until your hold lessens

* He’ll whisper words of encouragement to get you to relax

* “It’s ok baby.” “Take your time to relax” “I’ll stay with you until you feel ready to move.”

* He knows how it feel to feel like everyone is watching you and feel overwhelmed with anxiety

* So he doesn’t rush you and let’s you calm down before kissing your forehead and taking you home

Ushijima

* He’s very aware of his surroundings

* He could feel a shift in your mood instantly, quickly taking a glance at your face and noticing the stressed and overwhelmed expression on your face

* You try to smile at him but he sees behind it

* He softly holds your hand and guides you through people, using his body as your shield, and finding a quiet cafe to sit in

* when you’ve sat down he goes to order your favourite drink, glancing back at you every few second to make sure you’re ok

* He comes back with your drink and sits quietly with you until you relax

* “Do you feel better? I can get you something to eat too.” He suggests but you shake your head

*”No? Ok then we’ll stay here until you’re ready to leave.” He nods his head and rubs your hand gently, letting you know he’s there for you.

Tanaka

*he’s very attentive to your needs

*always making sure he has his eye on you and even more in crowded areas

*when he feels you tense up and sees your face blank out, he knows he needs to get your attention on him

*”Baby, focus on me ok? I got you. Just focus on me and breathing.”

*He opens up his jacket to act as a shield as you try to level your breathing, telling you you’re doing well but not saying too much to overwhelm you

*he keeps his arms spread until you wrap your arms around his waist

* he can feel you’re a little cold from the anxiety and closes his arms so his jacket wraps around you

*”You did well baby. Let’s stay here a bit and keep you warm”

*he kisses your forehead and hugs you a little tighter

*and he definitely gives a dirty look at anyone who looks at you both weirdly

~

[doumadono]

you're a fucking bitch for not accepting emergency requests during christmas time. selfish cunt. I hope you rot in hell, fucking pig

Initially, I had half a mind to ignore this message, you know, let it drift into the abyss of unread notifications. But then, on the flip side, I figured it might be worth my precious time to drop a line or two and enlighten you on a couple of things.

About six months ago, I graciously introduced emergency requests as a feature on my blog. Since then, I've effortlessly tackled nearly 80 emergency requests, rejecting just one which contained explicit content. I'm consistently available when others need to let off steam, doing my utmost to lend a listening ear and offer advice.

You see, I'm practically donating my personal time to craft these requests and provide a dash of solace to those desperately in need of it. I want to clarify that my availability to fulfill requests may be limited during certain times, including holidays, due to personal commitments or high demand.

Listen up, you self-righteous hypocrite. Calling me names just because I need a bit of time for myself? That's some next-level hypocrisy right there :) Thanks to folks like you, I'm seriously contemplating shutting down emergency requests as the new year kicks in.

In case you haven't noticed, I've got a truckload on my plate. I'm waging a freaking war against leukemia, juggling the responsibilities of raising kids, and still, I manage to get back to work to help my patients going through awful situations. And what do I get in return? Your snide remarks? Bitch please.

I usually brush off stupid comments, but your words hit a nerve today. I bust my ass to aid others, often when I'm feeling worse than low. Am I being selfish now? Damn right I am. But who can blame me?

As for those emergency requests, who the heck knows? The decision will be made by the end of the year. Right now, I'm feeling lower than low, and I don't have the time or patience to deal with this crap. So, do me a favor and save your judgment for someone who gives a damn. If you're feeling a bit Grinchy, maybe a cup of cocoa or some jolly tunes will do the trick.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Ducky hi I hope this isn’t a bother but I have an oddly specific emergency request??

I’ve been struggling with atypical anorexia for years. I keep gaslighting myself that it’s not that bad because I’m not skinny enough to look sick. I feel like it’s no big deal because it wouldn’t hurt for a fat girl like me to stop eating right? Hah sorry. Bad joke…

anyways, I saw that you write for Genshin and I was wondering if I can have Cyno and/or Tighnari comfort me? It can be separate or together but maybe can you make it that we’re classmates and he/they notice us?

thank you for even taking the time to read this and I hope you have a really good day 🥲

Oh my god anon hi

It’s like my brain was fucking cloned and copied into yours.

Fear not my liege, I’ll do both of them bc I’m infatuated with them both.

This is EXACTLY what I face on the daily.

I hope this isn’t too triggering because I really projected into these. I kinda just emptied my mind into the doc

(Oh no, Cyno’s got long)

I want you to know that you are deserving of food. No matter your size, food is fuel and you NEED to eat.

CW BELOW THE CUT: Reader has An0r3xia, Symptoms of An0r3xia, Self-hatred and Self-depreciation Ducky is essentially venting in this post

ALL REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! THIS IS AN OLD REQUEST

𝑇𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑖

The course of your life changed long ago, and you can’t exactly remember what “inspired” you to take the path that you did. However, you’d been plagued with negative thoughts for years, and decided to take action.

What you didn’t take into account was the people that you would hurt in the process…

Tighnari wasn’t expecting you to enter his life. You were a Haravatat student, and he was an Amurta student. Your paths were not technically supposed to cross. But, somehow you both ended up in the same required arithmetic class.

The first day went as always, your professor would explain the outline of the course, you’d introduce yourself to your seat-mate, and that would be it.

Little did you know, your seat-mate would be the one to save you from yourself…

The fennec leaned over to you, and in a whispered voice said, “If he doesn’t stop talking about his cat, I might just walk out.”

You giggled a little, to his delight, replying, “Walking? Man, you’re calm. I’m ready to drop out entirely.”

You earned a snort in reply. You watched the student next to you try not to erupt into laughter. “Tighnari.” He managed through his scattered breaths.

“(Y/N).” You replied with a smile. “Need any water? You’re looking a little…”

“Mm mmnh, fine, fine. I’m fine…” He blew an exhale through his lips as he gently fanned himself with his hand. “No laughing here.”

From that moment on, the two of you became friends. Your torturous arithmetic class became your favorite part of the day, and you looked forward to seeing Tighnari every time you went.

Eventually, all good things must come to an end. Your disorder had caught up with you, and you started to behave differently.

You started to slowly deteriorate. You became more reserved, nauseous and irritable. Your daily caloric intake sunk drastically, and you did not feel good whatsoever. Every time you stood, gravity was begging for you to go back down.

Ideally, this was not what a human should face, but this is what you greatly desired deep down. The pain in your stomach, head, knees, chest, it all meant that you were doing what you thought you needed to do.

One day during arithmetic, you were completely spaced out. You couldn’t focus on anything aside from your pounding head and starving stomach. A loud growl emitted from your abdomen, but you could scarcely hear it over the ringing in your ears.

Tighnari looked upon you worriedly, noticing you gag while your professor talked about the breakfast he had. When class was dismissed, you practically jumped to your feet to leave, promptly causing you to stumble and brace yourself on him for support.

“(Y/N)-“

“I’m… I’m fine.” And with that, you quickly left the room and rushed to the top floor of the library, in a spot that only you and your best friend knew about. After climbing the stairs, you fell onto the beanbag chair, panting heavily and holding your throbbing head. What was wrong?

You didn’t have much time to focus on why you were feeling so feeble, due to hearing frantic footsteps climbing the stairs behind you.

“Please, go away,” you whimpered as you tried to calm yourself. “I don’t want anyone to see me. Please just leave me alone.”

“I’d be a fool to leave you like this.” The person sat down next to you, looking at you with sympathetic eyes.

You looked to your left to meet aquamarine colored irises, blaring holes through you. “Tighnari…” With a wobbling lip, your tears started to bubble up again.

“I’m here… I’m here… it’s okay,” he soothed, moving to kneel in front of you. “What’s going on?”

“I… I-“ you wanted nothing more to explain, but would he believe you? You didn’t look sick enough, so who were you to claim you had an eating disorder. “I’m j-just not fee-feeling well.” You lied

“(N/N), please don’t lie to me…” he begged. “I may be reaching way too far out of proportion, but-“ his face screwed into one of sympathy as he looked at your terrified eyes, securing his fears. “With everything I’ve been noticing-“ he sighed. “If… If you’re having problems eating, you can tell me.”

You froze, breath stopping completely. “I-I don’t have-“ you scoff in disbelief at him. How did he figure that out from just your symptoms? “Look at me, Tighnari. I’m too fat to have an eating disorder.”

“Anyone of any size can have an eating disorder.”

“Not someone like me.” You shook your head as pitiful laughter bubbled out of you. “Someone like me doesn’t have an eating disorder. It doesn’t matter how hard I try, I never make any progress. That’s kinda how it works, and I can’t manage to make it work.”

“I’m obsessed with what I eat and how much I eat, and no one fucking believes me. Archons, it wouldn’t matter to the public if I just completely stopped eating. It would honestly be better knowing that I wasn’t stuffing my face all of the time. Maybe I’d actually drop a few pounds if I-“

“(Y/N).” The archer’s heart sank to the ground as he heard what you thought of yourself.

“What?”

“Can I please give you a hug?”

You paused, taking in his face. Tighnari looked absolutely distressed, almost as if he was about to cry. “Y-Yes please.” You whimpered.

Without further need for conversation, you slumped your head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and another around your shoulders as his hand cradled the side of your head. His padded thumb gently stroked your cheek.

“You, (N/N),” he began. “Are absolutely beautiful.”

The words made your breath catch in your lungs.

“I think you’re stunning atop of being your size. You don’t need to be a certain weight to be beautiful, you just need to be yourself. There will never not be someone trying to get under your skin, but it’s important that you stay positive. It’s like my mother always said: not everyone will want to be your friend, and that’s okay.”

The fennec sniffled, using his thumb to wipe his eyes. “What I’m saying is: you don’t have to change yourself for someone else to think you’re worthy. You brighten my life just by being alive, please don’t try to change who you are.”

“It absolutely breaks my heart to hear what you think about yourself.” Guilt washed over you as you heard his voice start to break with sniffles and tears. “A-And I don’t know h-how I’d manage if I-I lost you… (Y/N), I can’t b-bear to have to think of burying my b-best friend.”

You closed your eyes as your lip wobbled. It wasn’t long before a sob ripped from your throat and you broke down in loud lamentations.

He held you tighter, eyes closed, hot tears running down his cheeks, as he allowed you to finally release all of the woes and feelings that you had been holding in for so long.

“I’ve got you…” he whispered. “Don’t worry about a thing…”

It took a while for you to calm down, but ultimately, you did. You laid still in Tighnari’s embrace, playing with a few locks of his hair that hung loosely in front of you. “I’m sorry to cause you so much trouble…”

“Don’t be.” He replied with a patient grin, eyes focused on the people outside. “I’m just glad that you told me. To be honest, I was missing your usual quips in arithmetic.”

You snorted in amusement. “You’re only saying that to make me feel better.”

He cocked a brow and pursed his lips. “(N/N), my only other source of “comedy” is Cy-“

“Nevermind.” You interrupted.

The fennec snorted and burst out into boisterous laughter. You couldn’t help but mirror his action, giggling over the lack of hesitation in your answer.

As seconds passed, and the two of you laughed, the tears that were in your eyes were replaced by ones of mirth. When the laughter subsided, you laid lax against his torso, sighing in contentment.

Maybe Tighnari would be right after all…

𝐶𝑦𝑛𝑜

Cyno has always been a very detail oriented person. He’s keen at catching tiny things that others may overlook.

It was the end of the academic year and final examinations were coming around. The Kshahrewar students decided to host a huge party, and your dearest friend was begging you to go with him.

You wanted nothing more than to deny, for you knew your ED would ruin the night. You had been caught in a pretty bad relapse lately, and you dared not to tell Cyno.

Regardless, you swallowed your fears and agreed with a patient smile.

“Great.” His lips upturned into a gentle grin. “I can’t wait.”

That evening, you spent hours looking for something to wear. Every outfit had some sort of issue, and you never found yourself satisfied with what you had on.

Eventually, you decided on the outfit that you hated the least, texted Cyno to alert him of your departure, and left your dorm feeling uneasy.

When you arrived at the party, you found your best friend analyzing the refreshment table, plate in hand. You made your way over to him, taking in his simple, yet fashionable, clothing choice.

“Hey.” He smiled as he looked at you. He caught glimpse of your outfit and whistled, “You look hot, (N/N).”

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at his flattery. “You’ve been waiting a while to pull that card, havent’cha?”

A simple shrug of amusement answered your question. “Im going to go say hello to Al-Haitham and Tighnari, wanna grab a plate and meet me outside?”

Your stomach dropped, but you never lost your smile. “Sure. I’ll see you out there.”

As Cyno retreated to say hello to his friends, you eyeballed the table. It was a beautiful array of food, but looking at it made you nauseous.

Your pupils flickered between sweet treats and savory snacks, the music drowning under the growing static in your ear. Your hands shook in protest as you went to grab a plate.

Having finished a, rather curt, exchange with Al Haitham, Cyno was deep in conversation with Tighnari. After a while, his eyes traveled back to the table, brows knit in confusion as he took in your demeanor. His face fell upon noticing…

You looked dazed. Your eyes absentmindedly pooled with tears as your quivering hand hovered back and forth between foods and back at your side. Eventually, you sighed in defeat and put the plate down with a loud groan, grabbing a bottle of water and retreating outside.

Words caught in his throat as he pointed to the door and attempted to stutter out an excuse to leave. Unbeknownst to him, Tighnari had seen the same thing and ushered the white-haired male after you.

When he went outside, Cyno couldn’t find you. You were nowhere to be seen in the backyard. It wasn’t until he heard gentle sniffling from above that it had dawned on him.

You were hiding out in a tiny treehouse that had been built by the Kshahrewar students as a final project. Those damn architects and their spare time…

He pushed aside his worries of cleanliness and began to scale the large tree. He carefully climbed up the ladder and silently entered the small, wooden house.

When your best friend’s eyes fell on you, his face dropped instantly. You had thrown on an oversized hoodie over your outfit, and were hugging your knees to your chest.

Cyno sat down next to you wordlessly, settling onto the dusty floor. He looked through the wooden window, eyes fixated on the twinkling stars.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured, not daring to look at him. “I ruined your fun.”

The white-haired male scoffed with amusement. “The only “fun” to be had was listening to Tighnari talk about a beetle that he found today. I love the guy, but sometimes I can only smile and nod and pretend to know what’s coming out of his mouth.”

His comment got a chuckle out of you, then an uncomfortable silence followed. “You feelin’ okay?” He asked gently.

“Not really, I’m not big into parties and I’m feeling sick.” You rest your head between your knees.

“Oh dear…” he mumbled. “Do you have water with you? Anything to snack on to get your levels regulated?”

You held up the bottle you had brought with you, not daring to speak.

“Good on the water part, but you need to eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” Your stomach suddenly cried out for food, betraying you as you managed to curl in on yourself more.

The white-haired male sighed as he turned his head to look at you. “Do you wanna tell me what’s going on? Or do I have to force you?”

“Threatening me is not the way to get me to talk to you, Cyno.” You grumbled in reply, sneering a bit as you don’t move your head from its previous position.

“If that’s what it takes for you to tell me what’s wrong, I don’t care how it happens.” He said sternly. “Please, just tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s fine, I’m okay. Go have fun at the party.”

“(Y/N)-“

“I said I’m fine!”

Your head shoots up to reveal hot tears running down your cheeks, you lock eyes with Cyno and instantly feel guilty for yelling.

The white-haired male takes hold of both of your shoulders, gazing into your eyes. “You. Are. Not. Fine.” His fiery gaze is baring holes into you. “After what I saw a few minutes ago, I can’t believe you when you say that you’re fine. I just can’t-”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I know the signs, (Y/N). Please, tell me I’m wrong in what I’m thinking is going on, please... I care about you way too much for you to hurt yourself like this.”

His thumb comes up to wipe your tears, but it’s all in vain as you hang your head low and start to sob. Cyno is taken aback at the sudden outburst, but doesn’t fail to turn to comfort. “Oh honey… c’mere, it’s alright… it’s alright...” He soothed as he shifted to a kneeling position, wrapping his arms around you.

Through your sobs, you explained how you had been feeling lately. You explained your relapse, your self-hatred, the things you believed were true (when in reality they were not). Your best friend listened intently to every word, giving you his undivided attention.

When you were finished, Cyno did not reply, he only hugged you for a moment longer. When you broke free to wipe your eyes, that is when he finally spoke…

“I want to preface by apologizing. I didn’t even notice, and you’re one of my dearest friends… I’m so sorry.”

“S’okay.” You replied, resting your head on his shoulder.

He rested his head atop of yours, bringing a hand up to gently trace shapes on the small of your back. “I can’t entirely understand what you’re going through, but I do know what you’re feeling all too well…” he murmured. “I’m so sorry that you felt that you had to resort to this. You’re an incredible person, and I’m so lucky to call you my best friend… I couldn’t care less what you look like, or what you eat. I just wish that you felt that way too.”

“I just wanna be me again,” you whimpered. “I hate all of this. I’m tired all of the time, in pain, dizzy, everything just hurts and I’m starving but I can’t bring myself to eat anything. It’s- It’s crippling.”

“I know…” he soothed. “I wish that people understood how awful it is to have a calculator running in your head constantly. They see someone who looks like me and they think “he’s sick”. They see someone who might be on the heavier side and think “they’re an inspiration.” It’s unfair, and it’s repulsive. Anyone of any size can go through this.” He rambled,

Your eyes widened when you realized what his words meant. “Someone like you…? Wait, you? You’re-“

“For years, yes. I finally managed to get it under control when I entered the Akademiya. However, sometimes I still have moments like you’re in right now.”

“How did you recover?” You asked with hope in your voice.

Cyno gently held out his hand for you to take, which, to his delight, you did. “I met Tighnari,” he answered truthfully. “He helped me learn to love who I am… every inch of me. And I want to see if he can help you too. Do you think you’d be okay with that?”

You closed your eyes with a smile as you nodded tearfully. “Yes, please do so.”

A solemn silence was left in the treehouse until Tighnari had climbed his way up. He promptly said what everyone had been thinking: “Aw man, now my pants are all dirty.”

As you and Cyno laughed at his similar fate, you thought, for the first time in a while, that things might just be okay.

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[kyojurismo]

☆ EMERGENCY REQUESTS !! ☆

hello there <3 i’d like to inform y’all that i officially accept emergency requests !

▸ what are emergency reqs ?

there reqs will be completed with priority within the first 24 hours or (hopefully) less, that’s why they are called “emergency”. i’ll write ‘em to give you some comfort and make you feel better if needed <3

▸ what if requests are closed ?

it doesn’t matter, you can send emergency reqs even if normal requests are closed!

▸ how do i send this kind of request ?

well, all you need to do is write [emergency request] first, then go on with the request. it’s important to specify because otherwise i can’t give it the needed priority ):

▸ other info !

𖥻 i’m willing to write pretty much anything, but my big no are: cheating, physical / emotional abuse & hateful content.

𖥻 check the pinned post to see how many emergency reqs are currently in my inbox (i think 10 per week will do, only because i want to make sure to write them quickly enough ): if there are too many i might end up making you wait and i don’t like it)

𖥻 don’t take advantage of that only because you want to request something but for some reason you’re demanding priority pls

𖥻 if you have further questions about this topic don’t be shy and hit my inbox! i’ll willingly answer you <3

[habken]

could we see the one and only shinsou hitoshi :D?

yes and a little bonus deku too

[shotofstress]

Coming back after being almost a week without electricity, phone, and internet connection. Huge storms with lightning and rain, and winds. We have never have winds like that here and the roof of so many houses were ripped off, stuff flying, etc. All this bc global warming, and the deforestation and mining in our lands. At this rate, in 5 years we will have tornadoes, a thing we have never ever have here. Nor our lands, infrastructures, states, and culture are prepared for this. Areas of the country are devastated, ppl have died, many are without electricity nor Internet connection so they are isolated. The houses are flooding with water, and the ones that not, are leaking from the ceiling. Too many neighbours and compatriots don't have roofs and the streets are full of fallen trees and pieces of roof material, no electricity, no signal, food rotting, but suffering at the same time for the cold of this terrible winter, and trying to do something, patching even when its gonna go to hell when the storm comes again this next days. More than 33,200 people affected and 41,500 isolated due to 5 days of rain and windstorms. In just a couple of days there were 170,000 homes left without power due to wind and rainstorms and even more as time went by.

If u want to help me to fix the roof, walls, to buy food and being warm this winter please check my PayPal. If u can't donate, please reblog bc thats the only way to make this being seen by ppl thus receiving help. I'm really not being able to keep living like this, i can no longer cope, so please share.

Here are in my PayPal or MACH . I took the kofi link bc they were charging me a fee.

Please, educate about global warming and the effects on Global South, specially for working class, chronically ill, autistic, disable, and long covid survivor ppl like myself.

Edit: I added links and pics

Edit: the weather is better (is finally spring at this current date 24th nov), but I still need to fix were I live/sleep bc the walls are broken and one of the walls is not a wall, but like 1cm wide stuff and all was bad build so even the door is twisted and dont work correctly, there is black mold that i think is damaging my ears, the paint is falling, the lamp has fallen, everything is broken and ugly, etc. I still need to buy food, meds, and everything so please, please, share or donate if you could. I don't want to survive like this and here, no one mask even when they were the ones giving me covid and they have making me also catch flu the other day bc they cogh over everything and don't care if they kill me, they are abusive and really violent people and are working to put me and everyone in danger. I dont even want to be in my country bc we will have a dictatorship soon, but I have nowhere else to go nor money to migrate (i need like $10.537 dollars or € 9.760,95 euros to pay all the documents, the bank money I have to show to prove I am a human being deserver of rights, the tickets, rent money and stuff to migrate).

I currently have $100 dollars donated (coz i spent 40 in food and meds this past month)

I know i will die here, but at least help me to survive in a less dehumanising way.

Edit: tumblr has blocked me from recive or send messages from the chat and comment of posts, so if you are trying to reach throughout there I can't see it, sorry, I'm cut from any communication (cant even see past messages from chat or asks), except send asks. I'm waiting that tumblr do something, but still hasn't even answered the help file I sent to them.

[ladyartichokie]

Emergency prayer request: a two-year-old girl was accidentally run over by her mom. She's in surgery right now and in bad shape. Please pray that God's will be done.

[re-lmayer]

i can't afford rent because of my abusive ex and desperately need help. if i don't pay, it will cause a domino effect where i'll be homeless, lose my emotional support animals, and eventually i can be sued and my paypal account seized. i'll also fail this college semester, which will mess up all my student grant funding and getting a degree

i'm disabled and was recently hospitalized for a nervous breakdown, and stress is making me sick. i've been diagnosed with an ulcer

there's a lot of ways to help me and my cats. you can commission me on kofi, donate directly via paypal, check out my crowdfunds on youpay, share my twitter and bluesky threads, and of course reblog this post. sharing is free!

more context under the cut. it will be updated as things change

my ex boyfriend is an abusive alcoholic. he's raped me, tried to medically neglect me, stranded me at our new apartment alone with no food and a clogged toilet, and most recently refuses to pay any rent and is content to allow me to become homeless despite legal obligation

i have been granted a hud/section 8 housing voucher, but to use it a unit must pass inspection

the apartment i applied for didn't pass, and needed repairs. the landlord told me he'd accept the first applicant that could pay first month rent and a huge deposit. the housing authority told me i'd lose my voucher if i didn't proceed with this exact unit

originally, i was supposed to be on my own. but i was shoved between a rock and a hard place with the voucher and deposit. i couldn't afford the deposit despite friends crowdfunding for me, so... i asked my boyfriend for help

he needed a place to go himself, because he broke his lease bringing me and my cats in. (i was unaware of this, and had no suspicion he'd do something that would compromise his 2 bed/bath apartment)

my doctor also prescribed caregiver after my hospitalization so it seemed mutually beneficial from a financial standpoint, even if i wasn't enthused about it

we couldn't afford movers, so over the course of march we'd been moving things by the carload ourselves. the queen bed was too big, so the night before last he informed me he was dumping it while he had help from a friend to move it. i had a bedframe and mattress from the last place i'd lived, but it had already been taken to the new place. i thought we'd agreed i'd basically move in to the new place early so i'd have somewhere to sleep

come saturday night, i messaged him that the toilet was clogged. he refused to bring a snake, and told me i was using him because i don't hug and kiss him enough. (i'm a csem victim, asexual, and autistic and don't like physical affection)

he's decided he doesn't want to proceed with the unit, and it hasn't passed the inspection, so my voucher doesn't cover it yet. i can't afford the rent out of pocket, and i'm broke because i'm disabled. we agreed he'd pay rent until the voucher kicked in, then he would be added to it as my caregiver, because he'd take me to medical appointments, ensure i get my medication on time, ensure i'd and bathe, etc.

but that ship has sailed. now i'm left in a lurch, and desperately need help. a large portion of the security and pet deposits were nonrefundable, so all the previous effort would go to waste if i can't stay

because i was recently hospitalized, i don't know how i'll survive homelessness. my cats are prescribed emotional support animals, and losing them would be devastating

these are text messages from when he refused to bring the snake and dumped me:

after this, he proceeded to continuously ignore me when i'd bring up rent, that he's on the lease, and going to the bank to pay the landlord

he never responded to the above and then proceeded to act like nothing happened

he didn't respond to any of these except agreement to let me get my cats with the help of someone from my weekly ywca meetings

he is now proceeding to STILL not respond or accept responsibility despite me explaining to him in great detail what the repercussions will be if he doesn't help pay rent. he continues to say "you"

as of august 29, i don't have enough to pay the rent on my own, but i am keeping all of these text messages to present in eviction court if it comes to that. i also intend to take my ex to small claims court

the landlord's maintenance guy also """plunged the toilet""" after leaving me without a working one for five days, and after i was informed there was a problem with the entire complex's pipes. i was not here, so i can't vet if it was true. they """plunged""" without permission, and then sent me an invoice after the fact. i also can't afford this fee, and find it predatory in nature. the maintenance company is owned by the landlord

i have reached out to legal aid to ask about the legality of the landlord handling the situation like this. i will reach out to them again if i get an eviction notice

[sabo-has-my-heart]

hey I’m a new follower and I saw that you take emergency fic requests . I was wondering if you had time to write one for me. I’ve been feeling horrible lately because my dad and step mom have a horrible drinking addiction. Also my biological mom and step dad can’t do anything about it. I also feel really guilty even though I know I shouldn’t because, I’m scared of my dad and step mom. My biological parents refuse to have a normal conversation and always yell and my anxiety flares up when they fight. And like any other person in high school I’m getting made fun of because my body is changing so could you write a comfort fic about Muichiro??? (only if you have time ofc)

pronouns are (she/her)

could you pls write a comfort fic

thank u so much for reading this

(Only except if you have time pls)

My first Demon Slayer Fic!!! 😱. Okay, so! First of all, I would like to say I'm so sorry you're having to go through this. It sounds very rough. Second, since you didn't state what kind of comfort fic, I used what you're going through (to the best of my ability). Third, if you don't like this, shoot me off a message, I'll try again. I'm still pretty new to Demon Slayer, so there's still a lot I'm figuring out (I can't find the manga online and buying it will be expensive.

Warnings: alcoholism (father), hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1340

     Sitting on the floor of the training room, you watched your beloved boyfriend train against some of the newer demon slayers. Well, perhaps watching wasn’t the best word. It was more like you were staring at him train while your mind wandered to other thoughts. You’d originally been waiting for him to end his training, the two of you planning on going on a ‘date’, but his training had taken longer than usual. You understood, of course, demons were getting stronger, upper moons had been taken down, training was necessary. Besides, your date could wait, it wasn’t time sensitive. Most of your dates consisted of a peaceful walk through a garden, watching koi fish swim in a cute pond, and eating onigiri as you watched the clouds float by. It wasn’t exciting or adventurous or particularly active, but you both enjoyed the peace, quiet, and tranquility of your dates.

     Felling a tap on your shoulder, you refocused on what was in front of you, your cute, slightly doe-eyed boyfriend kneeling in front of you, his head tilted adorably to the side.

     “Oh, hey. Are you done training?” you asked, smiling lightly at him.

     “Hm? Oh, yes. I’ve been done for a little while now…. You seemed deep in thought, so I didn’t want to bother you, but it’s been 20 minutes and you were still staring off into space.” Muichiro’s words, admittedly, startled you a little, staring at him in surprise as his head tilted to the other side. 

     “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so distracted. I just have a lot on my mind. Do you want to go?” you asked, trying to shake of your previous thoughts. While Muichiro looked forgetful, a little sedated, and perhaps a little air-headed, he was a hashira for a reason and was more perceptive than he let on. He’d seen you look sad, angry, upset, happy, thoughtful, worried, confused, but this wasn’t any of those. It was a look you tried to hide from others, one he knew well but hated.

     “You’re… not happy. You have that look on your face again. It’s your parents.” you sighed, your long haired boyfriend hitting the nail on the head as usual, “What are they doing this time?”

     “It’s…” you wanted to say it’s nothing, but you knew Muichiro would see right through it, he always did, “my dad had been… drinking a lot more lately. I… I just… I’m scared. I’m scared of him. How can I be scared of him? He’s my dad, I shouldn’t be afraid of him. I tried contacting my mom, but there’s not much she can do. She comes over to pick me up, but they just… they start yelling at each other!” you pulled your knees close as you buried your head in your knees, feeling the tears start to gather in your eyes. Muichiro’s eyes softened as he sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you closer.

     “I… I don’t know if it’s okay, but I’m here for you, alright? You don’t have to be afraid because I’ll always be here for you. Even if your parents fight, I’m sure they… Well, I’m sure your mom loves you. She always seems like she’s trying.” Muichiro stared up at the ceiling, contemplating his next words. In all honesty, he wasn’t even entirely sure what to say. What could he say? That everything would turn out well? That he knew for absolute certain that both your parents loved you with all their hearts? That nothing bad would ever happen? He couldn’t lie to you like that. At least, not that big or obvious of a lie. He wanted to; he wanted to tell you things that would make you feel better, but how could he? How could he say those things when they were so blatantly false? Taking a deep breath, he pulled you closer, holding you tighter as you wrapped your arms around him. 

     Despite how he acted sometimes, he was always warm, always comforting to you. He could be cold, blunt, apathetic, and uncaring towards others, but when it came to you, he was always warm, welcoming, and soothing. 

     “I don’t know what to do. I feel so helpless and powerless and guilty. I can’t stand it.” Muichiro could only hum thoughtfully as he listened, stroking your hair as he comforted you.

     “You don’t need to feel guilty. Your father is always very drunk. It’s fine to be afraid of him. I think… it would be stranger if you weren’t afraid of him. Come on, let’s go to that one tree. I think it will help.” Muichiro gently pulled you up with him, making you smile. You knew the tree he was talking about and you were pretty sure he had a point. It was a large tree that received enough sun to warm you up on cold days, had enough shade to keep you from getting too hot, and surrounded by soft grass. Even the ground was nice, never too hard or too squishy. It was perfect for relaxing, napping, or watching clouds. Never particularly loud or chaotic.

     Sitting down next to Muichiro, a small, content smile spread across your lips, your head resting on his shoulder.

     “This is my favorite place to be. I always feel so happy here.” Muichiro said softly, gently petting your head.

     “It is nice. It’s peaceful and relaxing, the sound of the leaves swaying in the breeze is nice too.” you said softly, feeling yourself calm down.

     “I meant being with you. You’re… hmm… I guess you could say that you make me happy. I never feel angry or sad when I’m with you. I think… If I could wish for something, I would wish that I could always make you feel the same way when you’re with me.” Muichiro said just as softly, tilting his head over to rest it on top of yours.

     “That would be a waste of a wish, then. You already make me feel happy. Whenever I’m sad or upset, you make me feel better, you make me smile.” your smile widened slightly, taking another deep breath as you continued to take in the peaceful moment. “Muichiro, do you think one day everything will be okay? I’ll be old enough to move out, I won’t have to deal with my dad anymore, maybe get a job of my own.” you stared up at the clouds as you thought about what might happen in the future, about getting away from your father and living your own life.

     “I don’t know, but I hope it will. I’d really like it if you could be this happy all the time. We could just sit here and watch clouds without you being sad.” Muichiro paused for a moment, staring up at a particularly fluffy looking cloud, “it’s okay if you get sad sometimes, I’m happy to make you feel better, but I don’t like seeing you upset or sad or angry. I’d like it if you could be happy more often.” Muichiro said with a soft sigh, still staring up at the clouds. He really did hope everything would turn out alright; all he really wanted was your happiness. Closing his eyes, Muichiro smiled softly, his head still resting on your head, he always wanted moments like this to last forever. Moments where the two of you were all that mattered, where you were simply happy, nothing bad was happening. No demons, no drunk father, just the two of you resting in the peaceful shade of a tree on a nice day. He’d have to make sure that became, at least somewhat, of a reality for the two of you. He liked that thought.

     “It… it’ll all be okay. Everything will turn out okay.” he said softly and for once, he believed it. He wasn’t lying or saying something he didn’t know if it would happen. For once, he truly believed it would be okay. He’d make it okay, for you.

[sunatooru]

Hi, I hope it's ok to send an emergency request. I just had to get a tooth pulled, it was very rough and anxiety inducing . If you're comfortable would you be able to write something with atsumu, sakusa, or any character you'd like

Hii, I hope you’re feeling better now x

~

Warnings: nothing explicit

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Atsumu

* He’s carrying a bag of half melted ice for you after you’re done

* “You did well, baby. Uhh the ice is a little melted but here, it’ll help.”

* He kisses your forehead and lightly presses the ice to your jaw

* He takes cares of you until you feel better

* Feeding you, cuddling you and rubbing your body so you relax

* “You were so strong and I’m proud of you. Let’s focus on making you feel better now, okay?”

* Will make silly jokes to see you smile

Sakusa

* he hates seeing you in pain and scared

* He frowns when he sees your tense face

* He places both hands on the side of your head and kisses your forehead, slowly wrapping his arms around you and letting you hug him tight

* “You did it, love. You got through it and I’m very proud of you. I’ll look after you now.“

* He caresses your cheek and kisses your nose

* He does his best to distract you with your favourite show and cuddling together

[doumadono]

ANNOUNCEMENT

Starting tomorrow until the end of August, both emergency requests and Sinful Sunday are on hold as I have an overwhelming number of commissions to work on. All outstanding emergency requests will be posted within a week

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hello lovely Ducky! I was wondering if I could get an emergency request? I’m going through a lot and am struggling with bad seasonal depression. Recently, I’ve really needed encouragement and some sort of hope, but instead of it, I lost a friendship. It was kind of a huge blow to my mental health. No pressure ofc, I know it’s exam season right now and you’ve got your own life, so don’t feel pressured and don’t rush! thank you in advance and ily I hope you’re having an amazing day!! make sure ur drinking water!!

Heya, Kross!

This took 4000 years, so I hope it’s not too late!!!

I hope you’re feeling better :(

I will personally fight your friend, don’t even worry.

I hope this provides you some kind of comfort! If not, feel free to request again!

CW BELOW THE CUT: reader is depress3d, reader has lost hope.

𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢 𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑦𝑎

Exam season at U.A was never an easy time of the year. Multiple tests, multiple classes of work to still turn in, and atop of all else, this time of year is when things started to weigh heavier on you.

You try your best to make it through the day, but it never seems to be enough for those close to you.

Although you explicitly have stated that this time of the year is hard for you, your friends swear that you’re avoiding them on purpose.

Overtime, you got used to it. But this year was different.

While you were studying for your heroics exam, a text buzzed on your phone. You reached over to it and read the words “we need to talk”

Instantly, your mind raced with all of the things that could’ve been the issue. You didn’t have to do much soul-searching, however, when you received a huge paragraph from your friend.

It was clearly copied and pasted, meaning that your friend had put some thought into, and maybe even asked others for help with, it.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you read about how your “friend” claimed that you were avoiding them on purpose, and how they felt neglected by you.

Frustrated, you start to text them back, explaining in vain that it was just because of the time of year, and that you really didn’t mean to ignore them. By the time the text had sent, there was a delivery error.

Your friend had blocked you.

Your mind and emotions went numb. You shut your book and laid down on your bed with bleary eyes as you thought about all of the moments you had with your friend.

Defeated, you stood up to turn off your desk lamp, and went to bed with tears streaming down your face.

As time progressed, you had scarcely come from your dorm. You spent your time studying when your mind allowed you to. Most of the time, you could only lay on your bed in defeat.

Luckily for you, your green-haired best friend had noticed your recent absence. Izuku was nervous about your disappearance, and would bring a plate of food to leave at your door. When he knocked, you wouldn’t answer him, so he figured that something must be very wrong.

Eventually, Izuku gathered the courage to knock and stay there until you replied to him.

“(Y/N)? It’s me. I know you’re in there,“ he murmured as he rested his forehead against the door. “I just want to know if you’re okay.”

You sighed as you looked at the door. Were you really in the mood for company? What would his reaction be? Was it worth it?

You rolled over in your covers and stared blankly at the wall.

“(N/N), I’m not leaving.” His voice was a little more stern, almost as if he was upset with you.

“Go away,” you mustered.

A gentle gasp was heard from outside the door. “Please let me in… I promise I won’t bother you.”

You readjusted yourself to be turned away from the doorway. Sighing, you decide to let him in.“Door’s been unlocked since Tuesday.”

You closed your eyes and waited. Within a second, the knob of your door turned, and it was pushed open.

You heard a gentle gasp and a forlorn voice. “(N/N), please, talk to me.”

“Nothing to talk about.” You replied.

Izuku sat next to you on the bed and put his hand on your shoulder. “I will not leave your side until you at least acknowledge my presence.”

You rolled over and your teary eyes met with his own. You didn’t have time to react before the boy wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I’m sorry if you don’t wanna be touched right now, or if you just wanna be alone, but I know in my heart that you need this.” He whispered, running his hand along your head. “Tell me, what’s going on in your mind?”

His soothing words and comforting touch made you instantly dissolve into sobs. Izuku held you close, whispering reassuring words into your ears. “It’s okay, it’s okay… shhh… I’m here, it’ll be okay. Im not going anywhere, I promise you’re safe with me.”

As soon as you calmed a bit, you started to pour out all of your troubles. They flowed out like water, and you were unable to hold them back.

Your friend held you securely, hoping to convey his solidarity. Izuku listened intently to every single world that you said, nodding in acknowledgement.

When you finished, he wiped your tears and took both of your hands.

“I’ll preface by saying that I’m so sorry that this happened to you… I can’t even begin to imagine how awful this must be, especially during this time.”

“I want you to understand that this isn’t your fault, not at all. You expressed clearly that you are feeling a certain way, and your “friend” didn’t respect that. You can’t be responsible for how they feel, because you tried to explain what had happened.” His thumb came up to your cheek as another tear fell from your eye. “They chose on their own to not listen to you. If it’s worth anything, I personally think that this individual is not your friend. If they were really someone who wanted to have a bond with you, they wouldn’t do this to you.”

“You can’t control how you feel either. Depression is a sickness, and you can’t force it to go away. You’re trying your best, and that’s all anyone can ask of you…”

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he kissed the crown of your head. Closing your eyes with a sigh, you finally spoke. “I just don’t get why you can be so understanding but they can’t…”

“Because some people don’t take mental illness seriously.” He replied, tracing circles on your shoulder blades. “It’s dumb, but some people just don’t understand how terrible it really is… I just hope that I can be enough of a support system for you.”

You hugged him back him tightly “You’re more than enough… You’re the only one who’s cared to check on me after all this time, so thank you.”

Izuku cradled the back of your head with his hand as you hugged him. “Just take a minute and rest, I’ve got you…”

As your residual tears finally started to dry, Izuku helped you to lay down and rest your head in his lap. He ran his fingers through your hair as you closed your eyes.

“Don’t worry about a thing right now… just get some sleep, I’ll be right here if you need me.”

Before you fully fell asleep, you swore that heard Izuku mutter a few words.

“I wish they’d only see you how the rest of us do…”

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[craykaycee]

GOAL IS MET!!!

Thank you all for the support <33 the rest of the original post is under the cut

Greetings, friends. This isn't for me, it's for my friend @tyladoesthings who I met at my local tech school in-person. We both really wish this wasn't necessary, but things have gotten- difficult.

In short, she has been saving and raising money to move out of her family's house, getting to a safe space in a different state after she had a near un-closeting scare back in April. Yesterday, however, she got into a car accident. She's okay physically, but all of those savings are going towards repairs. Her original plan was to get out of there in about 2 weeks, but now that plan is in jeopardy.

Here is a doc of a letter going into more detail about her situation [embedded link, not updated w/ recent info] and you can help support her [in any small way, anything is super helpful] down here:

It also gives more recent info on the state of things. If you can't help out, we'd be super grateful if this was spread around by reblogging. I'm worried for the safety of my friend, especially with her asking me to make this post here because it feels safer for her than on her own blog. She's too kind of a soul to have all of this thrown at her... Please help bring my friend to safety.

In addition, I am doing doodle requests for any contributions over $10

just send a screenshot of the proof to my inbox and I'll cross-check that w/ my friend Tyla [please keep requests SFW]

[cryptenby]

help a trans lesbian couple with car repair!!!!

hello i’m back again! we’ve been doing okay for a while but keep having setbacks.

my car was stolen last year by the kia boys :) i recently sent it in for the repair estimate bc my trade school had a emergency financial service with the state and one of the things offered was car repair. i had to send my car in to get the estimate but was denied. the diagnostic service costs $210 and i need to pay it to get my car back home before they impound it (which will also be costly 🫠)

to add insult to injury, the car im currently borrowing is in the shop today bc of a flat tire. and there are some other things needing repaired for summer and safety:

fluid coolant exchange: ~$140

spark plug replacement: ~$235

tire replacement: $165

all of that plus a bit extra to clear our overdraft and the amount we would like to raise is $850.

i know this is a big ask, but i’m hoping our community will rally around us again, especially during pride month. we feel closer to being out of the hole but i know this will set us back months, as we went through this already when i first lost my car last year. please consider sharing funds and if you don’t have the funds, please share the post. 🙏🏾

cash & vnmo: torkz428

pypl: torkz

$0/850

[catholic-paladin]

Would you all help me pray for the younger sister of a friend of mine? She's being flown for an emergency surgery on a tracheal cyst, she's also expecting a child.