#yearning (but for my f/o)

[neon-junkie]

what do you mean hes fictional. i need him

[comfort-character-central]

"You've always been enough," Your f/o begins, taking your hands in theirs. "And I'll do whatever it takes to show you how loved you are, whether that's 2 days or my entire life." They smile lovingly, their fingers smoothly caressing the knuckles by your fingers.

[lieutenantselnia]

All Admiral Piett scenes! I edited this basically alongside the Veers video but kinda forgot to post it🫠 He's got a bit more screen time but still not enough for my liking. I think I adore particularly his mannerisms and his rather measured voice/way of speaking, I find watching him just to be very soothing (even though he himself gets increasingly stressed throughout these scenes, poor man🥲). My beloved Firmus he's so cute I want to hug him🥺💕

[sheepie-self-ships]

Imagine holding your f/os hands, and them swinging your arms and stuff :3c what do they feel like? Are both of you guys’ hands a little clammy, or just one of you, or do you/they have dry hands? How warm are their hands? Are they icy cold, or do they warm you up like a fireplace? Are they human hands? Or are they more monstrous, alien, or not even hands at all? Do they hold your hand firmly or loosely wrap their pinky around yours? Why are you guys holding hands? IMAGINE COMPARING HAND SIZES,,,, is there a difference in finger length/width or do you guys have similar hand sizes? No matter the differences, your hands fit perfectly in each other’s grasp 💛

[intothebagelverse]

i have covid AND strep! two whole illnesses! you know what that means

SICK SPOT HEADCANONS

when you’re sick…

The Worrier Ever. he wonders if you’re hiding symptoms so he doesn’t feel bad but ultimately listens to you.

gives you the best treatment. he took care of your chores. he already got you an appointment set up to get some medicine (whatever he couldn’t get over the counter).

deathly afraid of getting sick himself but the idea of you having to even lift a finger while sick is worse. he’ll bathe you if he has to.

those portals are the best thing on earth. one by your bed so you can pop through and get him if you need to, one that goes right to the bathroom and/or kitchen, just generally using them to make your life easier

when he’s sick

you know how men go baby mode when sick? yeah that’s him. cosmic horror to poor sickly meow meow in a single day.

please hold him but also STAY BACK HE DOESN’T WANT TO GET YOU SICK

he can’t take whag he dishes out and refuses to “inconvenience” you by “making” you take care of him…but if you’re persistent enough he’ll stop complaining and a particularly feverish johnny will hold his arms out to you. hold himb <3

[lavandula-ipsum]

The rain will hide us

gif by @tatooineknights

Summary: Stranded on an unkown planet, you've fallen sick. Thankfully, Luke is there with you. However, you might not be the only one in need of care.

Wordcount: 2.3k

Tags: Luke Skywalker x GN!Reader, force sensitive reader, comfort, fluff, mentions of injuries, one-shot. Angst somehow got in.

The paleness of the morning starts to filtrate through the tent, drawing the dark little spots left by quiet raindrops. Their clatter serves as a gentle wake up call while, outside, an unexplored jungle sleeps.

“How are you feeling?” Before you can even shift in your sleeping bag, Luke has already turned his attention to you, lying a kind hand on your shoulder. For a second, you miss the times when you could have just watched him for a couple of minutes before choosing to signal that you’re awake.

Truth is you feel like shit. A trash compactor could have chewed and spit you out while you were unconscious for all you know. At the effort of answering his question, a raspy whine leaves your sore throat. “Better.”

He’s sitting next to you, not very convinced. There’s urgency tingling the tips of his fingers, you can feel it through the Force. “Is it okay if I check?”

An almost imperceptible shivery note haunts his voice. In the dark circles under his eyes you can sense a long and rough night. You nod. Even though you can feel the last remnants of sickness haven't completely faded from your exhausted body, the back of his hand is warm against your burning cheek and forehead. With an alleviated sigh, Luke finally lets his hand slide down your arm.

“You still have a fever, but it isn’t as high anymore.”

“What happened?”

“Do you remember the crash?”

“A little. I remember the battle, the evacuation when the ship went down.” The mission you embarked on seems to have failed spectacularly. You try to sweep away the thoughts of your fallen comrades, at least till you get back and get to know for sure how many of them are actually gone. “We got into the same escape pod and… this atmosphere messed with the navigation systems, I guess.” You grumble, rubbing the side of your head. “Why don’t I remember much after that?”

“You were trapped in the wreckage for a few minutes. I couldn’t take you out earlier. (Y/N), I’m so sorry. You got some cuts and superficial burns. Perhaps a broken rib.” Oh, so that’s what the bandages are for. And probably why you’ve been stripped down to your standard issue underwear. Suddenly, Luke avoids your gaze and an uncomfortable ripple flutters through the Force, but you’re too distracted frowning at the new scratch across his cheek.

“Did you get hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. But you… You were feverish the whole night.” He continues, bringing the med kit closer to show you a box of painkillers, an empty stim canister, an open tube of pomade, anxious to let you know everything he gave you while you were unconscious.

“It’s ok.” You set your hand over his to stop his nervous tinkering through the med kit. “I trust you, Luke. How many times have we done this? Tell me, what happened next?”

He licks his lips, then looks down at his hands. “You became really sick.”

“I’m sorry. I must have scared you. This is all my fault.” You groan before he can start giving you a thousand reasons why it isn’t. “It really is. I knew I was already sick before the mission. It was just a cold two days ago, but I guess it made me more vulnerable to whatever I caught here.”

Luke shifts closer to you, suddenly alarmed. “Why did you come to this mission then? Why didn’t you say anything?”

You remember those agonizing moments when he didn’t show up at the rendezvous point after the battle of Hoth, gone to Force knows where, while you were left alone wondering if he’d been killed. Turns out he’d just left on his own. It’s not as if he owed you any explanation, you were merely friends. He's fated to go out there and do things so far greater than anything having to do with you. So you tried to slap yourself out of this silly anxiety. After all, the others were gone with the Falcon too, and you had to resign yourself to the faith that they'd be alright. 

And then Luke came back, his body battered and his spirit broken worse than you’d ever seen before or since.

Shyly, you slide your fingers out of your cover. He quickly holds them in between his palms. You’re sure the sky outside the tent would pale in comparison with the intensity of his tired gaze right now, glassy and blue. And yet, all you manage to conjure in response is a lie.

“I wanted to feel useful. The Rebellion needs all the hands it can get.” 

If he realizes, he doesn’t say anything. He just leans in to warm your cold hand with his breath. Luke might not be a full Jedi just yet, but he can probably sense how tired you are of this game of claiming guilt for everything, of just rambling around the edges of what neither of you feel brave enough to say. He just knows you that inescapably well.

For now, the tent has become quiet, so quiet you can even hear him swallow. After a second of allowing yourself to stare at the muscles of his neck tense up and relax with the motion, you look down and sink your flaming face into the sleeping bag.

Against his advice, you sit up. The chill bites your exposed skin, setting a feverish tremor within your chest. However, you don’t let him make you settle back into the bedding.

“Can I say something without it turning into another exchange of apologies?” you ask. Noticing your sudden eagerness, he nods. However, his hands remain close, as if you were about to collapse. “Thank you for saving my life. Truly.”

He seems about to reply with some excuse, probably minimizing himself once again, but you raise a warning finger along with a threatening expression. It makes him laugh, brighter than he’s laughed in months. It lasts too little for your taste, but at least the smile lingers on his face.

“Ok, you win this one. Now, that pomade needs to be reapplied.”

After taking a panicked second to realize what he’s asking, you turn slightly so he can get better access to the burn, which covers the back of your shoulder and part of your right arm. Luke scooches closer till you’re basically sitting between his legs. You wonder if he notices his warmth setting you aflame, but he seems too busy readying the ointment to even look at you, his eyes half hidden under soft locks of weathered gold. However, a loaded silence falls in the tent, during which you feel the urge to cover your front with the sleeping bag. 

“It’s gonna feel a little cold,” he warns before touching you, his voice barely audible.

You had already made up your mind to behave and not show any sign of discomfort, but you need to turn away to hide your face. Honestly, you’re not sure if it’s the painkillers or the surreal ambience around you, but you swear you’ve never been treated by gentler hands. As they work to spread the medicine, you hold yourself together barely enough to not just let go and plop yourself on his lap. You feel beyond beaten, and over your head a thick cloud keeps your judgment in a state of relaxed lethargy. Truth is his welcoming stance, along with the way his fingers caress your tender skin as he softly talks you through the process, isn’t helping your already lazy resolve.  

“I’m so glad, it doesn’t seem like it got infected. I think there’s a chance it won’t leave a scar once we can get you proper treatment back in the fleet.”

You hum half heartedly in response, doing your best to join in the effort to evade the silence instead of entertaining the thought that you don’t actually want to go back. Because he wouldn’t be with you then. Luke has been avoiding the fleet since Bespin, and you've made up your mind to follow him for as long as he wants you around.

“Have you been awake the whole night? Meditating?”

“Not meditating. Standing guard.”

When he finishes up your new bandages, you hear the rustling of knots coming undone and, right after, you’re covered with Luke’s outer robe. Apparently, your top had to be cut off your body when he first tended to your wounds. As he helps drape the garment around your shoulders and slide your arms into the sleeves careful to not graze your wounds, the warmth it still bears surrounds you. Ah, it smells like him too. 

Luke seems ready to offer an excuse to quiet your concerns over his lack of sleep, but it fizzles out before your demanding frown. A pained flare crosses behind his eyes as his Force signature heats up around you. He doesn’t mean to leave you out of his thoughts, he truly doesn’t. It’s just that lately they’ve been a mess not even he has felt ready to untangle. And, if he’s not ready to talk, you won’t push him. However, this silence is a little needle to your heart, and the jab reaches him when it becomes too painful for you to hide.

“I tried to meditate until I had to give up. I couldn’t find the peace for it. You were trembling and twisting in your sleep, burning with fever… mumbling things.”

“Were they embarrassing?” you joke, trying to lift the mood a little. However, instead of following you down that path, you feel a little tug. He’s lightly pulling at the edge of your sleeve, well, his.

“Don’t leave me. Please, stay.”

The pressure around your wrist makes it sound like an apology. Why? For letting you fall sick? For leaving you behind and going to Dagobah on his own? You’re getting tired of riddles, and you’re already trembling from the effort of sitting up straight. Your hand lands on his shoulder, a gesture that seems to finally break him out of his spiraling thoughts and look at you.

“And you did. You stayed.”

An exhalation later, you’re buried in his chest. It’s hard to tell who initiated the hug when you’re enthralled by how melting into each other makes everything else melt away. Luke’s hands travel down your hair, and you wonder when taking in this soothing became as easy as breathing. Well, not exactly. There needs to be a spell, a certain quietness to the air like the one flooding the tent right now. Melancholy is usually the trigger, the signature to the wordless contract between the two of you that grants you permission to indulge in this kind of comfort. Later you’d usually dream awake about it, lost in the memory of what feels forbidden during the daylight. It aches a little that at least one of you needs to be in some kind of pain to feel allowed this kind of intimacy. 

A sigh brushes against your ear as Luke barely dares to talk in a whisper. “What if I can’t do this?” 

“Don’t worry, the Rebellion knows we’re here, we’ll be out of here in no time…”

“Not that. It’s about-” The words get lost as they’re spilled from his lips. Luke lets out a shaky breath before sinking deeper into your hair. “Everything.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

“You always do.” 

“And listen, I truly believe there’s a special path ahead of you. A bright one. However, no matter what happens, even if things go wrong, I’ll be here. I mean- we all will. We’ll love you all the same.”

You nuzzle up closer against him, prompting a pleased sigh out of him. 

“I’ve been leaning on you too much.”

You chuckle, “how so? You just saved me in, like, five different ways just during the last twelve hours.”

“What you do is way more difficult.”

A hand cradles your head close to his chest, while his other arm surrounds you. And, as the silence settles once again, you finally feel him relax around you as your hands travel up his back. Through his thin inner tunic, the heartbeat pressed against your cheek allows itself to slow down a little. 

“You take a nap now. I’ll keep watch.”

“You’re hurt,” he complains. “And sick.”

“I’ll have a blaster at hand and wake you up as soon as I hear anything outside, I swear.” You hush him before he can complain. “Do I need you to remind you of your instruction, commander? If you don’t rest you’ll compromise the mission.”

“And what mission is that?”

“Get back to base, safe and sound. And stick together until then.”

Luke brushes your cheek with his thumb, as if to check again if your fever has gone down enough to leave the task to you. “Yeah, I might be able to do that.”

So you get back in the sleeping bag so as to not get cold, and he lays down over it next to you. He does so a bit skittish at first, so you interlock his fingers with yours and guide him down to the most comfortable spot, next to you. Soon, exhaustion defeats any remaining fear and Luke feels brave enough to wrap an arm around you. Soon, sleep has taken him.With your heart coming to a halt, you finally dare to take in his features. Even though a shadow of worry still darkens his brow, his features look softer than you’ve seen lately. It takes you back to those early days in the Rebellion when you weren’t nearly as close, but talking seemed easier. So you stay awake, treasuring every deep breath and the faint rainfall in the background, until the distant buzz of the Millennium Falcon fades the spell away.

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[deathdetermineslife]

hi gay ppl in my phone I need to talk about my husband, ignore this if u so choose

these are probably my favorite sprites of him, methinks. he looks so pretty with his big stupid yellow eyes. ALSO HIS SIDE PROFILE his nose shape dhambsksnsjsga no one ever draws him with a hooked nose and ppl should do that more bc he looks so nice with it :(((

sorry I had something else I wanted to say but I stare at his side profile sprite and my brain goes all goopy like soup

I also like the sprites where he's grabbing his hat. they do something crazy to my brain idk,,, he looks so ominous sometimes and that's all you can want in a man I think. he's so strange and peculiar and I love that because I'm also strange and peculiar. my strange and peculiar husband <3

HEHEHSHHSHWHWHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEGEGEGEGGEGEGGHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH I love him so much his stupid fuckin smile :(((((((((( context is sad but AHH LOOK AT HIM I love him :(

I wanna squish his stupid fuckin cheeks and smother him and kisses ya feel

he's so weird. this is why we're married. I don't think he knows how to give compliments but I don't either. also I love how his hair looks like snakes sometimes. I love it in general. it's so pretty and long and AHHHHHHH

:( he's adorable. I forget the context behind both of these pictures (they're from the anthology manga iirc, but it's been so long since I've read it I don't remember hahahajajkak)

sorry guys I'm yearning so bad rn it's Evil

alright. see ya.

[tyrianludaship]

"you're shooting stars - from the barrel of your eyes"

Beauty School - Deftones

[articskele]

HELLAO EVERYONE this is your sign to look up flower meanings and think of a bouquet you would give to your f/o or vice versa!!

[cosmicmakos]

imagine hugging your f/o and feeling their warmth; them hugging back brings comfort and a sense of safety. maybe their perfume/cologne is all you can smell as you hold them as close as possible

[randals-dump]

Imagine your F/O at your job. If you work retail/food they can be a customer. Or if you work at an office they can be your coworker/client or they walked in to say hi.

Imagine your F/O wanting to bring a smile to your face, to check up on you and make sure you're not dying of boredom.

If anyone is nasty to you, they will stand up for you. They are on your side! Rude customer? They will cover for you and make that customer's feel like an idiot. Awful boss? Your F/O will make sure your boss treats you with respect, they will be on your side in every conversation. And comfort you when things are getting too rough.

[emile-hides]

Me every single time I have no idea what to draw but wanna sketch; It's mcfuckin hand time

[comfort-character-central]

I want to give my f/o or comfort character a kiss on on their forehead so I can see their smile grow. I want to intertwine my fingers within theirs so I can give them that pure gesture of closeness, gently squeezing their hand. I want to hold them close so they can feel the kindness of my embrace. I want to love them in the most beautiful ways so they can experience what it is like to receive genuine love in a form that is healthy and secure.

[lieutenantselnia]

Some design ideas for a vampire au🖤 Originally it was @princessofthornsandroses who suggested me an alternative universe where Doofenshmirtz is a vampire, and now we've started to come up with some concepts for a little story where Selina meets this version of him^^

I started sketching these some time ago and finally got around to clean them up! I used different sources as inspiration and references, like different vampire designs from movies, costumes, and (gothic) victorian outfits. I still stuck to Heinz' original colour palette for the most part, but also wanted him to look different. Character design is not my strongest side in art unfortunately (my highest respect to people who are able to come up with intricate designs and details idk how y'all do that🥲), but this was still fun :)

I think I like the version without the coat more, I still wanted him to have a coat to resemble his original look more and because the outfit didn't feel entirely complete without it, but tbh I feel like it's lacking some epicness😅 But I think he looks very handsome in that vest🥰

Versions without the cape under the cut (though I like the one's with more, capes just make anyone look cooler xD)

[vellichorsdesire]

touchstarved antics

[selfship-confession-box]

I miss him alot :( I just wish I could be next to him all the time

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