#hugs for anyone who needs it

[robinprinceofchaos]

goodnight my wonderful mutuals, I platonically love you all

[trammellesstangent]

OCD is like having an awful roommate whose life goal is to get on your nerves.

It follows you around making random threats and comments to make you scared and uncomfortable, and over time it learns your vulnerabilities. It focuses in on these and when it sees it gets a reaction it knows to go harder and more often. It is encouraged by your pain.

This really sucks, trust me, I know what it’s like to saponify my skin with bleach, to be forced to drop out of school, to be driven right to the f*cking edge by it. But the good thing is, the roommate can get bored.

If the little asshole says it’s gonna stab you with the kitchen knife, you know it’s an empty threat. All its threats are empty. So if you can manage to hand him a knife, to say “so do it”, he has nowhere left to push you and goes to play Xbox or something for a while. And yes, it’ll be terrifying for you because you’re literally telling someone with a knife to stab you and you’ll probably have a panic attack, but the little man just lost a tiny bit of encouragement.

It takes a long time for him to learn that you aren’t much fun to bully anymore, and for you to really know he’ll never physically hurt you, but eventually he’ll realise its not worth putting in much energy for. I don’t know if he ever moves out or leaves you alone for good, but it gets to a point that when he approaches you, you just say “piss off” and he does.

He only makes a halfhearted attempt to irk you a few times a day so while you don’t really like him, you aren’t desperate to stop hearing him. And sometimes he’ll notice if you’ve had a rough day and will be a bit more persistent, and sometimes you’ll just not be in the mood and he gets under your skin, but that’s the minority of the time, and I always think, most people can deal with a whole lot for a little while.

Also, it’s such an awesome sense of satisfaction in giving this prick the finger and telling it to go back down to the stinky swamps of hell. There are no consequences to it, and it’s great.

So you can learn to ignore him, and he’ll learn you’re not that fun to pick on.

[felis-rach]

Here, have some gay robots!

[slavhew]

charmed, i'm sure

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

oooooo i made fanart!! can you believe it?

this one's inspired by @deadpatrol's amazing fic :] idk exactly what vibe i was going for i just threw some feels at the wall and this happened :'D

(it's been sitting in my art folder for a while. finally had the inspo to finish it! yayayyay)

[momomallowart]

Human curling iron + gamer who doesn't stop yapping ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

Here's a version without the text + a closeup too 🫶💗

[prettymediocrewizard]

₊˚⊹♡

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

Danny didn't know how he was doing it, but all the acting classes he never took were really paying off!

'Fake 'til you make it and hope you don't get caught' is a great motto to live by and he is prepared to defend this hill with what's left of his living life.

By some miracle, Alfred hadn't kicked him from the haunt, instead giving him all the same permissions Dick, Barbra, and Tim have! He was warned about going to the Bat Cave for any reason, though. Not like Danny had any plans to enter Bruce Wayne's haunt. No thank you.

Speaking of Mister Wayne, Danny was so ready to be away from him. Just knowing they're in the same building was setting him off!

Bruce Wayne, on TV and in the eye of the public, was a man grieving his lost son. He's a playboy and a philanthropist who couldn't tell you left from right, but he's also Gotham's White Knight; her prince. A family man who's lost yet another of his family and doing his best to move past it.

In private, at least as far as Danny could tell, Bruce Wayne is a pessimist and a narcissist. He's a man desperate for a family, but unwilling to let anyone close, pushing everyone away and keeping them no closer than arm's length. He's stuck in the past, unable to move past mourning his parents and now his son. He is much more Batman than Bruce Wayne and it's only a matter of time before the two worlds collide disastrously.

Danny wouldn't know, but he can make a pretty educated guess on the matter.

Throughout the entire dinner, Danny had been observing everyone. He analyzed how they interacted, how they held themselves, how they ate, and how they reacted to his and Mister Wayne's conversation.

His main focus is Dick. Dick will always be his top priority, but Tim had quickly been added to the list. Barbra wasn't nearly as high on his list of people to take care of, but he was going to offer his help should she ever need it.

Especially because she snuck a nervous glance at Miaster Wayne when he mentioned Oracle.

He hadn't intended to stay the night in Gotham, but he wasn't going to turn away the opportunity, especially because Alfred was very insistent that Danny and Dick stay. And Tim and Barbra asking them on patrol? They both had pretty good puppy eyes, but Danny wasn't the one who made the mistake of looking at them.

Regardless, Nightwing being in Gotham for the night presented the Bludhaven Goons the perfect opportunity to commit crimes unpunished for the night. It wouldn't take long for the news to get out. Danny had fully planned on Phantom being there, flying over to work in Bludhaven before returning at his normal time, but Tim and Barbra convincing him to be on comms presented a bit of a hiccup in his plans.

Dick finding out about Phantom was inevitable. In fact, he didn't plan on hiding Phantom, but the times where Dick or Nightwing were awake never matched up when Phantom was out.

Okay, so maybe he was hiding a little bit.

Tim and Barbra finding out, on the other hand, was a bit of a problem.

Phantom was a hero in Amity Park, Illinois for only a little while before disappearing. He wasn't hugely known outside of the town or ghost hunters, not doing anything to warrant attention from the Big Leagues. (Nothing they knew of, anyway) It was unlikely that anyone outside of the niche group even knew his name, let alone what he looked like or how he worked.

Still. Tim figured out Nightwing's and Batman's identities, probably Batgirl's, too. And Batman is notoriously known for his paranoia and for somehow knowing everything and having a way to counteract it.

Mister Wayne is already looking into Danny, likely having already stumbled across the Missing Person report that wouldn't have gone through, ending up at a dead end. He'd easily put Danny and Phantom together as related somehow, if not being the same person.

Tim, similar to Mister Wayne, needs to know everything. The difference is that Tim's need to know is obviously a trauma response. Something that Danny would like to help him with, but that's beside the current point. It'll take maybe five minutes for Tim to find out everything he can about Phantom and Danny, especially now that he knows that Danny used to be a vigilante.

Sure, Danny could try and hide Phantom from them, but being on comms with them for the night would alert them to even the smallest fight. He's not a loud person, much preferring espionage and stealth over physical altercations, no matter how much his track record disagreed.

So, he's now presented with a choice. Introduce them to Phantom despite telling them that he was done being a hero, or leave Bludhaven to the mercy of her underworld for the night.

He was never quite able to leave stuff alone.

Sam had called him a tutelar.

Whatever that means.

Why couldn't these decisions be easier? Can't he ever have a Cinderella option? Why can't he ever just not decide?

Part 14 Part 16

[dailynakaharachuuya]

I need a hug

Hug!

[finnprof]

drew this in a moment of weakness and i think it shows!

if you see mistakes no you dont :c

[jitters-art]

some much needed hugs for naruto…..

[ ID: 5 different half body digital drawings of naruto hugging other people. first is naruto hugging sasuke from behind. the viewer is facing their backs, and narutos face is turned away. sasuke is holding naruto’s hand over his shoulder. second is iruka hugging academy aged naruto tightly. they both look upset like iruka is comforting naruto. third is naruto and sakura sitting and taking a nap together. naruto leans into sakura and hugs her arms which are wrapped around him. fourth is sai and naruto hugging, naruto with his back to the viewer. sai grips narutos shirt tightly. fifth is a side view of naruto and gaara hugging, narutos face is obscured. the backgrounds are all the same off-white. the one with sakura has a tree that the two are leaning against, and the one with gaara has the outside of sunagakure. the others all have an enlarged copy of the lineart. END ID. ]

[ ID: 5 different half body digital drawings of naruto hugging and being hugged by other people. first is naruto hugging sasuke from behind. the viewer is facing their backs, and narutos face is turned away. sasuke is holding naruto’s hand over his shoulder. sasuke is drawn pale with a scar on his chin, and an industrial and lobe piercing. he wears a blue sweatshirt and black pants. naruto is drawn brown with light freckles and is wearing an oversized beige tshirt and pink shorts. second is iruka hugging academy aged naruto tightly. they both seem upset like iruka is comforting naruto. iruka is drawn brown and wears a light brown longsleeve with striped sleeves, brown jeans and gold dangle earrings. his nails are painted pink. naruto is wearing his goggles and and orange tshirt. third is naruto and sakura sitting and taking a nap together. naruto leans into sakura and hugs her arms which are wrapped around him. sakura leans her head on top of narutos. sakura is drawn blasian with coily hair, a gold septum ring and eyebrow piercing. she wears a pink sweatshirt and brown jeans with designs. naruto wears an orange headband, a blue hoodie and orange sweatpants. fourth is sai and naruto hugging, naruto with his back to the viewer. sai grips narutos shirt tightly. sai is drawn pale with a large mole underneath his eye. he wear a black croptop and sweatpants. naruto wears a pink tshirt and grey jorts. fifth is a side view of naruto and gaara hugging, narutos face is obscured. gaara is drawn tan with super light freckles, multiple silver piercings, a couple moles and a beige sweatshirt with shukakus pattern on on the arms. naruto wears a light green sweatshirt and his nails are painted purple. the backgrounds are all the same off-white. the one with sakura has a tree that the two are leaning against with an open forest behind them, and the one with gaara has the outside of sunagakure. the others all have an enlarged copy of the lineart. END ID. ]

[atalienart]

Does Al also make you paranoid?

Look at this picture. Is it art or is it an Al generated image? Look at this text. Is this useful piece of information or Al gibberish? Look at this video? Is this real or fake?

I stare at drawings, analysing every line, I go through people's social media to see if they're artists or thieves. I look for references and take a close look at every image because I don't want to reference distorted reality. I show someone a video of snow falling somewhere and instead of "look how beautiful" I go "do you think this exists?" and I read something and then give up recognising dry like a summer desert language of a robot. I hate it here.

Today's no different. I see a picture that looks kinda nice but I immediately notice there's something wrong with it. I go to the source and there's more. Every day the person adds a new fully finished piece. Under every piece people (because they can sense something's off) ask the owner of the account what medium he uses. The answer is: "I've been using the computer to create my art since 1980, and then I print it with a vintage ink on my epson printer". The fuck? Sounds like the printer does more work that he does on the computer. They guy's old, I give him the benefit of the doubt, his bio says he's a curator of art in some institute. One of the commenters says he posts regularly and his "style" didn't change much. I go through his feed. In fact his "style" changes a lot. But oh, most of the images he posts belong to other people who have their own exhibitions and no online presence, and it's all Al shit, clear as day. I scroll down and it turns out the guy used to be into abstract art, there's tons of it before Al started to ruin everything. In another life I'd scroll past that pretentious fuck without losing 12 minutes of my life. I hate it here. I see another artist and they seem legit but even when I see their art with all the human imperfections I can't shake the feeling they reference Al images. I see their process video but I cannot tell if they're just new to digital art and they use traditional methods or it's a bit shady. Am I paranoid or their video is just recorded that way, because I've already seen the erasing liars and pretending idiots.

It's exhausting. Constant vigilance! I don't want to waste my time on something people didn't bother to spend their time creating. They don't care about their thing, why should I?

[elizakai]

do you guys ever have multiple projects or tasks you need to finish and have been putting off but the demotivation/depressive wave hits like a truck whenever you think about it? so you either can’t work on anything else out of stress, or you work on everything else out of a need to justify your own inability to do the original task?

ANYONE??? SOBBBBBB

[ask-rain-world-characters]

Gourmand can I have a hug pls :(

"Of course. Everyone deserves one, here and there. I'll make sure to not be too tight.

By the way, I really hope you're doing alright. If you ever need anything, just know that me and the others will be here. A lot of them are also very awesome huggers."

[cowcowwow]

The council is deciding your fate

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 6

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 971

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus' body is an inferno. He's well used to running hotter than most. It's just another part of who he is, that doesn't occur to him the majority of the time.

The first few times you'd shared a bed, you'd wriggled out of his grasp, sweating and uncomfortable. Had he had less control over himself, he'd have pouted. (You probably didn't miss the furrow in his brow though.)

So he'd slept wearing as little as possible.

Still too much, waking up in the middle of his sleep schedule to find you across the bed, covers thrown off to cool down. Shedding your discomfort.

Next he'd taken to pulling your clothes off. Always a delight, this time a driven aim. It had worked somewhat, you'd wrapped yourself into his embrace and tangled around him, seeking out the heat of his body like he was your personal pillow.

It lasted longer, but still he was awoken by you edging away, seeking the chill of a turned over pillow and the outside of the duvet.

He'd changed the type of bedding he used, bought you new bedding.

You'd told him to stop worrying, to stop paying expenses, sometimes it was just too warm.

Sylus was sure at that he'd grumbled like a child. He wanted to hold you, and he wanted to wake up with you in his arms.

Everytime you moved out of his reach, he itched and ached like scales growing through raw skin. It was one of the few times he envied the doctor, he never seemed to have trouble with keeping you clinging throughout your slumber.

Eventually he had two things fitted, a ceiling fan and air conditioning. The change to temperature meant so little to him, unbothered by heat or cold. When you'd seen them on your next visit, you'd been incredulous. Since when did he need either of these?

He didn't answer that he needed them for you, for him, he just made an offhand comment about the best, and preparation for the future. (The immediate future. His sleep quality.)

His relief that day when he'd woken up, your head under his chin, legs tangled with his, and arms around him. Seeking out his skin against yours.

The second you left the bed, however, you'd complained for the chill. He left the remote for the new tools of his victory, in your hands, but he had gleefully held you as long as he could, chin on shoulder and hands dancing across cool skin.

Your week off has allowed him to experience that for a few days now, he's using your sleep pattern for the week, though there is no real track of time in the sky of the N109 Zone. He doesn't want to make your return to work difficult.

As he wakes, this morning you have stayed asleep, catching up on long hours. Your back is pressed to his chest and you're holding onto his arm. He won't tease you about the drool out the corner of your mouth, but he files away the image for himself. Tickled and endeared.

He doesn't want to wake you, you're so peaceful... but he can't stop himself from pulling as close as he can. Burying his nose in the crook of your neck, and breathing you in.

You smell like his last meal in every life. Like he could bite down and die happy, your blood in his mouth and your soul in his chest.

If he were a weaker man, perhaps he'd drool as well, salivating and starving.

He certainly feels starved when he cannot keep you close, desperate and dogged.

You'd teased him that he reminds you of a wolf, and he thinks that's more accurate than he likes. He would bite your hand lovingly, but tear and snarl at your command, if that's what you wanted from him.

Sylus wants to get up, if he can get breakfast ready, he can see your eyes light up. Hand you a mug of coffee, that turns his nose, in bed. So you'll kiss his cheek and sigh happily.

He feels satisfaction when he sees you happy because of him. Yet...

Pressed against you, your chest moving with each breath. So alive, and warm and his. You trust him to guard you, to kiss your neck when the scent drives him to madness, to keep you warm against the cold. He once mused that you still took his hand despite how dangerous he was, and every day he marvels more at how you continue to do so.

Now when you take his hand, you place a kiss on his knuckles. That if he had no healing ability, would be scarred and torn and ruinous. He thinks, that even if that were the case... you would still kiss them tender and raw.

You had always seen something in him that no one else did. Flowers suiting his soul, a smile worthy of his face, love belonging in his hands.

He feels sick with the feeling, overflowing from where joined hearts beat in his chest, but it's a sickness he would never wish to heal himself of. Peace found despite how little he probably deserves it.

Sylus is selfish though. A fragment, a taste, a burst of you had not been enough. Millennia's will not be enough. Until the end of the world itself he will never think this is enough.

No matter his sullied hands, or the actions he has made, some of which he would not apologise for, he will never relinquish his treasure.

His Soul.

You who owns his heart for eternity.

As he bites down at your shoulder, stirring your sleep, and laves with his tongue to your sleepy pleasure, he settles for a taste of the cure to his hunger, that he plans to draw out forever.