#read for comfort!

[orienteddreamerrr]

I wanted to share this for some time now…I had this typed up on my IPad…I made this back at the beginning of this year…literally…but a day before then I had a panic attack and so I made this Dagan Gera Imagine in return…In THIS story though is how I describe the panic attack that happened to ME so…please don’t take this the wrong way...

If you ever had any panic attacks though, we can relate!

But below, if you wanna read, is the Imagine:

You have a Panic Attack…but Dagan is there to help!

(KINDA SHORT!) (First Imagine of the Year!)

Rating: PG for…angst, dealing with panic attacks but very fluffy!

You wake up one morning to the sun rays hitting your face. You stretch yourself out as you look over to see Dagan was still resting beside you. He looked so peaceful! You can’t help but smile at the sight as you slowly get up from the bed without waking him as you get yourself dressed. You had entered the small lavatory when you felt a strong swell of nausea. It got stronger as your heart starts to pound within your chest. Uh oh, a panic attack is coming on! You lean your weight onto the counter to steady yourself as you start the breathing exercises Dagan had taught you during your meditation sessions with him but it wasn’t working.

You didn’t want to wake him but you had no choice. You slowly walked out of the lavatory as you stand there in the doorway, feeling your heart start to race even more. “Dagan? Dagan! Wake up!”, You call to him, seeing him sit up instantly as he looks over to you, his brows furrowing. “What’s wrong?”, He asked. You were unable to answer as you walk back inside the lavatory, leaning onto the counter to steady yourself again as you start to cry. Your breathing starts to quicken, your legs get wobbly, your hands start to tremble. This was a full blown panic attack!

You soon felt a strong arm wrap around your waist from behind…it was Dagan. He probably felt what you were going through–of course, by using his Force ability. “It’s okay…breathe deep breaths…I’m here…”, He whispers that into your ear as you listen to him, slowly taking in deep shaky breaths. Tears were already streaming down your face as Dagan reaches over to gently wipe some away. “Come on, deep breaths…follow my lead…”, You could feel his bare chest press up against your back, feeling it go up and down in a slow rhythm. You follow that rhythm, your heart rate starting to slow. “That’s it…you’re doing well…”, He whispers into your ear again, planting a gentle but feathery kiss to your neck as he attempts to comfort you further.

It was for a minute longer when you felt everything return back to normal. You swallow as you turn to face him, seeing his face full of worry. You quickly wipe away the rest of your tear-stained face as you meet his gaze. “How do you feel?”, He asks you, feeling his hand gently rub up and down on your arm as he continues to comfort you. You could only nod to answer him as you lean against the counter behind you, trying to take a small respite from what happened. You let out a shaky breath as Dagan wraps an arm around you, attempting to hug you. It took you a minute to realize what he was doing as you slowly hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“You’re fine…you don’t have to suffer like this anymore…”, You hear him murmur those words as he gives your cheek a peck. After a moment of settling, Dagan leads you over to the bed and makes you lay down on it. He tucks you in as he tells you to rest up, leaning down to give you one last peck on the forehead. You watch him leave with his clothes to get ready in another room as you could feel the exhaustion from the attack start to slowly creep up on you. Your eyes get heavy as you close them, feeling yourself drift off into slumber, hoping to sleep off the weariness from this attack so you can start the healing process.

The End!

If you enjoyed, I thank you!

[falloutnewnobody]

donating my heavily annotated copy of house of leaves to the local library so that the person reading it gets a 5th layer of narrative to be confused by

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[hana-no-seiiki]

yandere! husband who’s so fucking in love with you that even dreaming about kissing another person makes him wake up in cold sweat, rushing to the bathroom to wash his lips raw.

funny how even as he proceeded to surround himself with water, only the guilt drowned him.

[atissi]

kras mazov lookin ass

[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

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[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.

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[fromhisgrace]

Phillipians 4:6

[0rchidm4ntis]

Thinking of that time Silver ran away from home

[cocoabell]

A bitter reminder 🥀

[bunnieswithknives]

I love pain and agony

part (2/2): prev

[grey-viridian]

Based on hollow mind by @crows-murder

Thanks for the inspiration and a lot of pain)

Here is a version without a shield (it doesn't make sense but I just like it. You can see the fear in Leo's eyes much clearer>:3)

Aaand the original sketch (which I also like so I'm showing it to you)

[dekuboya]

Almost forgot to post these here,, umm this is so self indulgent but I super super love the idea of Jon and Martin being parents,, it brings me so much joy I hav read like every jonmartin kidfic to exist some of them multiples times like what if they built a family together 😫😫😫😫💕💕💕💕🏳️‍⚧️✊

[curiositysavesthecat]

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