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hold-on-a-little-longer-whump · 3 months

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For the “tropes to rave about” list: When two characters have been whumped and one insists on downplaying their injuries to take care of the other one :D

Oh where to begin???

This trope is so versatile, and the results really depend on the relationship dynamic between characters. The dozens upon dozens of sub-tropes? Are they mutually competent, student and mentor (i.e., parent and adopted child), siblings, lovers, best buddies, strangers, rivals, or (gasp) enemies???

Whatever the case may be, there's a lot of potential here.

Give me suppressed winces and forced smiles. Give me hoarse whispers of "promise you're okay?" and "are you sure?" Give me voluntary starvation and/or dehydration so their companion has the strength to heal. Give me an exhausted caretaker carrying their companion across unknown distances because "it's fine, I'm fine, just keep talking to me," even though each movement is agony. Bloodstained clothes turned sticky and stiff, hidden from view. Powering through the pain because oh God that's too much blood and their companion shouldn't sound like that. Broken bones going unset and grinding painfully with every movement. Give me stiff movements and piss-poor acting, but their companion is so unwell that they just can't see it.

Let's not leave out the lonely parts for our poor caretaker, though. Those moments when their companion is asleep and they try to treat their own injuries as silently as possible - but careful, careful, they need to ration their medical supplies because their companion needs it more than they do. Those moments when they say they're going to find some food or water, knowing there's none, and they just use it as an excuse to let the mask drop - just for a little while. The hours (or days) of silence, broken only by their companion's shuddering breaths. The melancholy of believing rescue is out of reach. The resignation of deciding to rescue themselves and their friend.

Then give me a companion that, once they're starting to improve, sees right through their caretaker's façade. That healthy glow now looks like a feverish flush on the face that's been hovering over them. The caretaker's movements are too sluggish to stop their companion's too-fast hands from grabbing that traitorous, bloodstained article of clothing. Now there's questions, too many of them, and their caretaker can only manage to give mumbled answers to two of them. Righteous anger. The guilt of rifling through their things, only to see that all of the medical supplies had been used on themselves. Hurried movements and oh-damn-that-still-hurts; but their caretaker just doesn't have the strength to stop them from pushing them to lie down and now the roles are reversed until help can arrive or they save themselves.

That, or the caretaker manages to keep up the strong and steady act until rescue finally comes. It's almost eerie, really, how their mind and body are in sync with one another until they're absolutely certain that their companion is in safe hands. Then the exhaustion and pain come crashing down on them all at once. Maybe they stumble. Maybe they collapse. Maybe several sets of hands catch them. Or maybe they go unnoticed until someone turns around and oh - oh that's why they stopped talking.

-Bonus-

Caretaker: You're gonna need a, b, and c. And maybe a crash cart.

Rescue Medic, confused: But... your friend's condition doesn't call for any of that stuff.

Caretaker, actively bleeding out with a completely straight face: It's not for them.

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lambjock · 5 months

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genuinely hope natalie keeps jackie's necklace in s3 -- that she fiddles with it and stares at it, a little crooked heart on a golden string, and thinks about jackie taylor and how never in a million years would she have given this gift to nat, and yet it now belongs to her anyways. the good luck charm. the blessing of protection. an undying promise of a love natalie has struggled to know her whole life ( i would never hurt you on purpose / you're my best friend and i'd do anything for you ) and most importantly it's something that replaced the cold steel of a knife against her neck in the form of their soccer captain's delicate heart. it's hers, hers, hers, and when her head is weighed with antlers the only warmth she feels is from a metallic shape that's long since indented itself against her sunken, bony skin. a love she'll pass down to prey she'll always feel sorry for but a love that'll return to her all the same. and maybe in a kinder life it was something nat rightfully earned rather than the premature consolation it really was. and maybe in that other world the necklace comes from a well maintained, plushy hand : dangled into nat's ring-clustered fingers with a smile. and instead of pitiful sorry i love you's, it's a sickly fond look, one that's just for her.

#my posts.#shows › yellowjackets #jackienat.#can you tell im in my feelings ??? that i'm going nuts in my enclosure ???#in a less poetic way : let nat selfishly keep the necklace and let this be another thing her and shauna beef over lol #i just UGHHHH ... nat having the necklace hurts me so deeply because it's a best friend thing and she. she HAD one of those in kevyn #but that love was different. and it was special. but i think some part of her always wanted what shauna and jackie had #who wouldn't? especially someone as lonely and shut off as natalie #so her getting this item that's symbolically about that close knit bond. that deep relationship. it'd stir up a lot of emotions methinks #this isnt to diminish shauna gifting her the necklace btw !! that IS so important because it is her saying she loves natalie #but it's in a way nat is so used to. which is 'i'm sorry. and i love you.'#a love only given to her because they're about to hurt her. a love that's only admitted as a quick comfort before something awful happens #idk i feel crazy i'm just like oh NATALIE ... truly a character of all time #okay done yjs posting for another month time to do something else :salute:

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medicbrainrot · 11 months

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i don’t know much but there’s no weight at all

Task Force 141 was eating breakfast together in the mess hall, when Simon showed up a few minutes late��

Artemis tilts her head at him, a concerned look on her face: “Simon? Are you alright?”

Simon nodded yes and walked over to the table. He sat down on the seat next to her and leaned forward with his elbows propped up. He smiled and spoke in a calm, quiet voice.

“I’m fine, Artemis.” He said as if nothing was wrong. Artemis could always see straight through him, but for now he hoped she would believe his words, since he rarely opened up about how he felt.

“Are you sure?” she asks, placing her hand on his forehead, “you’re looking kinda…pale”.

Simon chuckled and shook his head. He leaned his head into her hand and looked up at her, giving her a comforting smile, eyes crinkling through his mask, although she could tell the smile was forced. He was tired of hiding how he felt all the time.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He said softly, closing his eyes but tilting his head to the side to lean into her touch to get a little bit of comfort.

“You’re not coming down with something, are you?” she asks softly.

Simon opened his eyes and turned back towards the table as he sighed. Artemis always had a way with making sure people were okay, which Simon always found quite comforting.

“I’ll be fine, Temi.” He said softly, giving a little half nod.

“Don’t worry” he paused and thought for a second before speaking up again, his voice lower than usual, “but… I should probably talk to you about something…”

“Yeah, what’s up? Do you want to talk here or somewhere else?” she asks quietly

Simon opened his mouth for a second before closing it again. He looked up at his girlfriend and nodded.

“Can we talk in my quarters? Away from everyone else… you’re the only one I feel safe talking to about this kind of stuff…” he paused and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I have something that’s…been bothering me lately… something that I need to share with someone…”

“Of course, grab something to eat while I clean my stuff up, and I’ll meet you at the door.” She nods to the end of the mess hall room.

“Okay” he nodded and got up to grab a tray and some food before walking to the other side of the room. Once he got there, he sat down, lifted up his mask, and started to eat. While he ate, he thought about what he was about to tell Artemis. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react. The one thing he knew for sure is that he could always trust her.

She sat down next to him while she waited for him to eat. “I’m ready to go to your room when you are” she smiles softly

Simon nodded at her and smiled. He put his fork down and pushed his plate away from him. He sighed and stood up, sliding the mask back down, before looking over at her again.

“I’m ready to go.” He said calmly. He turned his head in the direction of his room and waved his hand to tell her to follow him.

She took his hand and gently rubbed her thumb across the back of his palm while they walked.

Simon felt a chill run down his spine when he felt Artemis’ soft touch on the back of his hand. He looked down at her and smiled softly. When they finally got to his room, he closed the door behind them and leaned back against it for a moment. He slipped off the mask entirely, setting it on the desk. He looked back at her and nodded.

“I’m sorry for bringing you here so suddenly… I just needed someone I could trust.” he paused and sighed before letting out a soft chuckle. “The thing I wanted to talk about… it may sound silly to some people…”

“No, it’s okay, I’m here to listen and help as much as I can” Artemis smiles gently at him.

Simon nodded softly. After taking a moment to take a deep breath, he let out another sigh before speaking again.

“Lately…I’ve been feeling…empty…I know I’m supposed to act tough all the time and to never worry about anything and to just…deal with it…but after everything I went through, and everything I witnessed and had to do, it’s gotten hard not to feel something other than sad a lot of times… You’re the only person I trust enough to let everything out like this.”

“Why don’t we sit down, this is a sitting down type of conversation.” She takes his hand and leads him to the bed, prompting both of them to sit. “How long have you been feeling like this?”

Simon nodded and followed her over to the bed. He sat down on the bed and took a deep breath before thinking back to when everything had started happening.

“It’s been going on for a while now…” he paused and sighed, “maybe about six months or so. And it’s been getting worse as of recently… Every time I think about what I did in the past, every time I think about something I witnessed, or every time I think about how I had to lose some people. It all just makes me feel guilty.”

“Ok,” Artemis nods softly, “was there a specific event that made you feel like this, or has it been building up?”

Simon paused for a moment and thought of the question. He knew exactly what moment had caused it. The day he lost his entire team during a mission in Brazil. He took a deep breath and spoke quietly.

“It was the day I lost most of my team… we had a mission in Rio. We knew it was dangerous, and we expected something to go wrong… but when we first came in contact with the enemy, I had to witness the people I called my brothers die right in front of me…”

“I remember when you came back from that mission.” Artemis says quietly. “Do you feel guilty for being the only one who came home?”

Simon nodded his head. Guilt and shame were the only things he felt for himself after that day. He felt like a complete failure for letting his team down, even though there was nothing he could have done to change what happened.

“I feel so horribly guilty…that I'm the only one that made it out… I couldn’t do anything to help them…to change what happened… it’s hard to not see myself as a failure for that reason…”

“Simon, are you familiar with the concept of Survivor's guilt?”

“Survivor’s guilt… you mean the feeling some people get when they survive something that their friends or family didn’t?” He paused and looked up at her, waiting for her to continue. He wasn’t really familiar with the term.

“Yes, but it’s a little more complex than that.” She says softly. “It’s used to describe situations where someone feels intensely guilty for surviving something that others didn’t, even though there were circumstances out of their control.”

Simon nodded and listened to what she said. He agreed with what she said about Survivor’s guilt, because everything she said described how he felt ever since that day in Brazil.

“Yeah, I guess that’s how I feel…” He paused for a second before continuing. “It’s like my mind won’t stop going back to that day over and over again, all night, every day… I can’t make it stop, and it’s driving me insane…”

“I want you to try and think logically for a second, okay? I’m going to walk you through a couple of questions, and I want you to try to think logically through them.” Artemis says.

Simon nodded his head and looked at Artemis. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before speaking to her.

“Okay, I should be able to think logically.” He paused. “Go ahead.” He spoke softly, trying to act calm. “I’m ready”

“Were you and your team briefed on what was supposed to happen for the mission?”

“Yes, we were. We were fully briefed on the mission. It was our job to go in there and get rid of anybody who was a suspected insurgent, and to retrieve intel. That’s what we were there for.” He paused and took a deep breath. “We knew what we were getting into. It’s just… we never expected it to go like that…”

“Ok, try to give me shorter answers.” She says gently.

“Was anyone who did not want to go given a chance to back out?”

Simon nodded and looked her in the eyes as he spoke. He tried his best to follow her advice and answer her questions in as few words as he could.

“Yes. Nobody was forced to go. Everyone who went wanted to go. None of them wanted to sit it out, so we all went together.”

“Ok. Did you as lieutenant make sure that your team was ready and had everything they needed prior to stepping off?”

Simon nodded and looked at her before answering.

“Yes. We all had our equipment and we all made sure our guns were checked, everything was good to go. We made sure we were all ready and prepared for anything that could happen. And at the last minute, before we flew out, we all made sure everyone knew their roles and responsibilities.”

“Ok. Did you as lieutenant work to the best of your ability to lead your team?”

“Absolutely. I did everything I could to keep them all safe and alive. I tried to keep them focused on the mission, and I guided them as best I could while we were there. I told them to stay together throughout the entire mission and I told them to keep our eyes open.” He paused and frowned. “I really tried my best to keep them safe and get them all out alive… but that didn’t happen…”

“Ok, shorter answers love, remember? We’re trying to think logically here.”

“Right…” He trailed off for a second.

“I did everything I could, I really did. I did everything a leader is supposed to do.” He paused again and looked down at the floor before speaking again. “But it just wasn’t enough…”

“Ok. I want you to say what you just said, again, minus the last part.”

He took a deep breath and looked up at her. He took a second to think of it again before replying.

“I did everything I could, I really did. I did everything a leader is supposed to do.”

He paused for another second before speaking.

“I just didn’t do everything right enough… I should have done more… I should have been better at what I did…”

“Simon, just say it again, but don’t add anything, just the first two sentences.” She says, squeezing his hands gently.

Simon sighed and then looked back up at her. He took another deep breath before speaking again, trying to stay calm.

“I did everything I could. I did everything a leader is supposed to do.”

“Say it one more time for me.”

Simon groaned and let out a deep sigh, but did as she asked him to. He wasn’t quite sure where this was going, but he went along with it for now.

“I did everything I could. I did everything a leader is supposed to do.”

He let it sink in for a second, waiting for her to speak.

“Ok, good. When everything went south, did you still do everything you could, yes or no?”

Simon nodded his head.

“When things went bad…yes I did, with what I had. I did everything I could do when things took a turn for the worst… even if it wasn’t enough…” He paused for a second and then spoke again. “Yes, I did all I could, even though it wasn’t enough.”

“Just yes or no, Si. When things went bad, did you still do everything you could?”

Simon nodded his head and spoke.

“Yes. Yes, I did my best all the way through. I tried to save them… it just wasn’t enough. Even though I did all I could, it wasn’t enough…” He paused for a second and took a deep breath. “When they died, I couldn’t do anything to stop it, or to save them…”

“Simon, sweetheart,” She places her hands gently on his face. “Just answer yes or no, please. When things went south, did you do everything you could?”

Simon nodded his head.

“Yes…yes I did… I know I'm repeating myself, but I just want to make that clear… I’m sorry.” He paused for a moment before speaking again. “When things went sideways, even though I had very little time, I did everything I could to save them.”

“Ok, repeat after me: ‘I did everything I could’.”

Simon was confused, but he knew that she was trying to help him, so he did as she asked.

“I did everything I could.”

“Say it again”

Simon was confused why he kept repeating that sentence, but he continued to speak.

“I did everything I could” he said calmly.

“One more time” she says as she presses a kiss to his forehead.

“I did everything I could…” He repeated that sentence once again, like she asked. Artemis’ touch felt comforting, and it felt like he needed that kind of comfort more than he had needed it in a long time.

“When everything went south, did you do everything you could?” she asks softly

He nodded his head, trying his best to keep his anger and his sadness down.

“Yes…yes I did.” He paused again and sighed, trying to keep himself in check. “When things went south, I did everything I could.” He repeats, trying his best to keep his cool.

“Something as big as this takes time to work through, but part of it is learning to be nice to yourself, and acknowledging that you did everything you could in the situation.” she says quietly

Simon stayed quiet for a moment. That did make him feel a little bit better than he had previously. It was the first time in a long time that someone had told him he had done everything he could. Hearing that from Artemis made it seem true.

Simon let out a deep sigh and smiled softly.

“Thank you Temi… I needed someone to say that to me… for a long time now…”

“Of course Simon.” She gently kisses his forehead again. “Survivor’s guilt is something that takes time to work through, but it is possible.”

She gently caresses his cheek. “You are a great leader, and leadership comes with responsibility for your team. But that includes yourself too. Don’t forget that.”

Simon smiled softly as he looked up at her. She always knew how to calm him down in situations like this. She was one of the few people who could make him feel at ease, and he was glad to have her there.

“Thank you… I need to do better for myself, honestly. I always put myself last, and that’s probably not the healthiest way to live my life.” He paused and sighed. “I’ll try to do better… I just hope that someday I can forgive myself…”

“It’ll take time, but I’m here. I’ll be here every step of the way. If you want to talk, cry, scream, yell, or fight someone about it, I’m here.”

Simon sighed and looked over at her. He nodded his head and spoke softly.

“Thank you , Artemis… You really have no idea what your words have meant to me… If I need to vent about it again, I know I can come to you.” He spoke softly and smiled, looking into her kind eyes, seeing the care for him behind her gaze.

“That’s part of loving someone Simon, is being there for all of it, the good and the bad.” She presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

Simon smiled as she kissed him once more, feeling himself grow calmer as he was comforted by Artemis.

“Yes…yes it is…” he spoke softly. “And I really do truly love you, my sweet girl. Thank you for always being here for me. Your kind words have meant the world to me, more than you could possibly know.”

She smiles gently at him “do you have anything else you want to talk about while we’re here?”

Simon thought for a moment.

“I have to say, I’ve always been afraid to bring this up… but there’s one more thing that haunts me about that operation. I’ve kept it hidden out of shame… but I wanted to tell you now that things are moving along…”

He paused for a moment, taking another deep breath.

“There’s one thing I did that I never told you about… One of the men I killed wasn’t an insurgent. He was an innocent civilian.” He spoke quietly.

“Was it an accident?”

Simon nodded his head.

“Yeah, it was an accident. He was caught in the crossfire when I was trying to take down a suspected insurgent. I didn’t mean to pull the trigger, it was an accident… but I still ended up taking the life of an innocent person. And nothing changes that…” He paused for a moment. “It still bothers me…”

“It wasn’t your fault. It’s the unfortunate nature of warfare, sometimes innocent people get caught up in conflict” she brushes her hand down his face gently. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Simon sighed and let out a deep breath. He was disappointed in himself, and he felt it to his core, but what Artemis said was the cold hard truth of it.

“You’re right… it’s the nature of war.. It could happen to anyone…” He paused and shook his head. “I still wish I hadn't though.. I wish I hadn't been the one to take that man’s life… but I was, and it’s still a part of my past that I have to live with…”

“We’ve all done things we wish we hadn’t. It’s part of being human. But another part of being human is allowing ourselves the grace to move on, to move forwards.” She says gently, reaching down to squeeze one of Simon’s hands.

Simon nodded his head and squeezed her hand back… She was right, and what she was saying was the truth. Humans did make mistakes, and it was part of human nature to do the wrong thing sometimes. And people deserved grace and they deserved to forgive themselves.

“I’m going to try to be kinder to myself…” He paused and sighed. “You’re right…”

“It’s hard to be kind to yourself sometimes.” She says softly. “But you of all people deserve kindness.”

Simon smiled and spoke softly.

“Thank you.” he paused for a moment and then continued. “It’s hard for me because I tend to hold myself to higher expectations than I should… but you’re right, I have to allow myself some kindness.” He sighed. “And I have to remind myself that I’m just a human, and as humans, we all make mistakes. We live and we learn from them.”

“We live and we learn.” Artemis repeats softly, nodding her head.

Simon smiled and nodded.

“And the best thing we can do is learn from ourselves and not make the same mistakes in the future… that’s what i should be focusing on…” He paused and sighed. “I really have you to thank for that. Your words have helped me to realize that I might always regret the lives I had ended in the past, but I’ve learned from it, and I should continue to learn and focus on the future.”

“Exactly, and if there's days where you find it hard to be kind to yourself, I can be nice enough for the both of us” she says, finally pressing a kiss to his lips.

Simon was taken by surprise, and he blushed as she kissed his lips once again. It was sweet, so much love between those two. He gently kissed her back and smiled, feeling himself become calmer each time she kissed him.

“I don’t think anyone could ever be as kind and gentle and sweet as you, love.” He said softly.

“I love you Simon,” She whispers, “never let yourself forget that.”

“I love you too, my sweet girl…” He whispered and smiled softly. He loved how much effort she was putting into this. She was truly kind and gentle, and he wanted to thank her for it all.

“I will never forget that as long as I breathe. It’s a fact I will carry with me to the grave.”

“Good.” she smiles as she kisses him again.

Simon smiled and met her kiss, wrapping his arms around the beautiful girl and pulling her in for as long as she wanted. He truly loved her more than anyone else in the world. He was so lucky to have her, and he wanted everyone to know just how lucky he was to have a girl like her.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

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#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #hurt/comfort #cod mw2 #simon riley x oc #honestly i just want to give this man a hug #also this is unedited #so sorry if it isn't great #it's 3:30am and my brain is fried #can you tell i was listening to 'something in the orange' while writing this?#except it's the instrumental version by philip bowen #absolute masterpiece of a rendition #3530 words of hurt and comfort #gotta love the brainrot #simon ghost riley

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desertsportshipping · 1 month

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It would be so mean of me, but I wanna put Wes in a time loop and watch him suffer <3

#i love torturing him <3 #usually so leon or his friends can then come and give him a hug #also if you couldn't tell ive been getting into in stars and time #i might draw wes as siffrin and leon as isabeau #anyways i get seratonin from hurting wes and then letting him get comforted #its the mental illness <3

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daunsun · 2 years

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TUNNELS UP THROUGH YOUR FRONT YARD

DAUN YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD YOU ARE THE REASON

I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT

THE LOGISTICS

OF KISSING A SUNFLOWER, DAUN

CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE ALL THE SEEDS POKING YOUR FACE, DAUN? BECAUSE I HAVE. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MORTIFIED YOU WOULD FEEL IF YOU WERE MAKING OUT WITH YOUR SUNFLOWER BOYFRIEND AND YOU GOT A SEED STUCK IN YOUR TEETH? I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS EXACT SCENARIO. YOU MANAGED TO MAKE A SUNFLOWER SO ADORABLE I HAVE SPENT A NOT-INSIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF TIME FROM MY ONE AND ONLY LIFE TO IMAGINE HOW THAT EXACT SCENARIO WOULD GO. I'M NOT EVEN GONNA GET INTO THE SEVEN STAGES* OF GRIEF YOU'D GET INTO IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY HORFED UP SOME OF MOON'S SPECIAL STANK

YOU MAKE THE BOYS LOOK SO DAMN APPEALING I WANNA CRY. ANYTHING YOU DRAW WITH THEM USES THESE REALLY GORGEOUS, SIMPLE SHAPES THAT MAKE THEIR DESIGNS EASY TO UNDERSTAND, BUT THE DESIGNS THEMSELVES ARE SO UNIQUE THAT THEY'RE INSTANTLY MEMORABLE. also, this is kind of a weird thing to point out, but I really like the way you draw folds in clothes? it's something I've always struggled with, and you just seem to add a little scribbled loop or two at the armpits and elbows and suddenly that shirt that character's wearing looks hella comfortable. AND THEIR COLOR PALETTES ARE GORGEOUS AND PERFECTLY ACCENTUATE THEIR PERSONALITIES SUN ALL WARM AND GOLDEN AND MOON CHILL AND COOLER THEIR COLORS MAKE THE CHARACTERS FEEL LIKE THEY HAVE A TEMPERATURE

I LOVE YOUR SHORT LIL COMICS WITH THEM AND I WOULD HAPPILY READ A HUNDRED MORE and your short story with the flower boys was cute as hell too I'M A HUGE SUCKER FOR ANY STORY WHERE ONE CHARACTER SEES ANOTHER CHARACTER WHO'S A COMPLETE MESS AND IS LIKE "oh I'm so gonna fix you" IT'S LIKE MY CATNIP AND THE FACT THAT YOU DO THAT WITH REALLY GOOD ART AND CUTE STORIES AND A HINT AT A TRAGIC BACKSTORY? YES YES YES YES YES KISSING YOU STRAIGHT UP FROLICKING I AM THROWING HANDFULS OF THOSE WEIRD MUTANT RED MARIGOLDS THAT STARTED GROWING IN MY PORCH FLOWERPOTS AT YOU

*the extra two stages of grief are "Regret (Bass Boosted)" and "Evil Sleep"

HFSGJGKD I COULDN'T KEEP THIS ASK TO MYSELF ANY LONGER

ORDINARY YOU EXTRAORDINARY BASTARD, THIS IS WHY EVERYBODY IN THIS COMMUNTIY LOVES YOU.

Honestly I don't think kissing Sun would be that weird, since sunflower seeds are a bit dusty feeling, but rather tender and firm otherwise. If it gets in your teeth...

Chew it, spit the casing out into the trash, and swallow it. He'll lose his mind. (Y'know like because??? That's not a normal thing that happens during kissy kissy smooches and somebody not being upset by it would just reassure him that okay they DO like me, even my bad or weird parts, y'know??? It'd send him over the moon)

And I mean... I've discussed this before but you CAN kiss Moon. I made a loophole for the simps.

If he wants to, he can just (mostly) nullify his effects so that those in close proximity can't really feel them like they normally would. He just doesn't most of the time because it's helpful and Sun isn't really affected by it. However, the mostly part is still there, so you're gonna get HELLA good sleep after smooching this dude.

Did I also mention he'd totally hide the two of your faces with his petals whenever you kiss??? Did I did I?? It's just the two of you in those moments, nobody else.

Jsjsjsj thank you for all the praise I'm gonna shed tears

THE BOYS ARE JUST SIMPLE BECAUSE I HATE COMPLEX CHARACTER DESIGNS WITH A PASSION LMAO, IT'S FOR THE REDRAWABILITY and I have no idea how I did those colour palettes but I agree they do look really good (even though sun gets called eclipse sometimes heh)

I draw sleeves the way I do because it's just a simplified version of the way loose sleeves tend to fold (and I draw loose sleeves much more than I should) plus I've just stared at a lot of artists that do that over the years

AND IT WASN'T A SHORT STORY LMAO I'M JUST REALLY BAD AT WRITING CONSISTENTLY

Maybe... they can fix each other?? Teehee

BUT ALSO AGAIN GKJTSKS THANK YOU SO MUCH

Your flowers were spicy but they went down alright (a bit crunchy too, but that could've been the pot)

#SERIOUSLY THOUGH THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAA #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #flowershop au #art #moon x reader #sun x reader #fnaf security breach #i love tragic backstories so much #I'm gonna make a drawing with you comforting them one day #can you guys tell I like hurt/comfort #asks

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bellamyblakru · 1 year

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bro the way merlin’s go-to way to show the people he loves how magic can be beautiful is with fire manipulation,,, im unwell.

#ashley rambles #merlin #bbc merlin #first with freya and the candles #and then arthur with the dragon #both times it ended with death. like how could this kid not associate showing magic equaling dying in his arms. every fucking time he felt #safe enough to show this side they ALL DIE. WILL. HIS DAD. LANCELOT. FREYA. LANCE AGAIN. ARTHUR. THAT ONE DRUID LADY THAT WAS CHILL #also not to mention how ironic it is that fire was his choice when thats the very thing he was taught to fear. everyone he loved also burned #in situations he no doubt blamed himself for. like will died saving arthur and merlin couldnt save him with magic bc of said prince #merlin could only watch as freya died in his arms sobbing that she felt so loved #lance died for him so he didnt sacrifice himself. merlin was more important than anything to lance and he proved it. merlin watched helpless #as lance decided to take his own life and he was powerless to stop him. to tell him goodbye. to tell him he needed him around #i made a post long ago where i said it was ironic fics make merlin afraid of the pyre when he was one of the few not burned in the end #AND ARTHUR. god. a dragon made of flame?? are you kidding?? can u be more symbolic pls. two of them shown in one simple effortless move #fire was probably a comfort to merlin. its real tangible proof of something being created out of nothing.#it burns and it destroys but it also provides a light in the dark. warmth in the cold.#just like magic. just like him. he can hurt others and himself but he also is such a brilliant light to the world. he is sunshine #and butterflies but he is also the storm needed to understand just how lovely the good is #why am i talking bye

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frecklystars · 1 year

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I want to say real quick, again, thank you guys so much for sending me asks. The messages just keep pouring and I cannot put into words how much it means to me, how much I need them right now. I know writing messages takes energy, and half of you don’t even know me, some of you are even saying “oh I just followed you today, I hope you feel better” and!! That’s so kind!!! I fucking love you guys. Thank you for using your time and energy, choosing to write to me. I know I’m just a stranger on the internet, but across the screens, you’re helping a real breathing person heal.

I missed so many of you, even the people I only interacted with one time, like for a commission you bought from me, or maybe you wrote a nice tag on my art, I do remember you fondly. I always remember when someone is kind to me because I didn’t grow up surrounded by kind people; when I recognize acts of kindness, I really hold onto it.

To the newcomers, welcome to my blog, and I’m so sorry you’re seeing me like this. I want to say I’m not normally in such devastated state, but I’ve felt so incredibly hopeless for such a long amount of time, I’m not quite sure how to be my old self again. I’m really hoping I can heal one day, and it feels a little bit more possible because of your support. It’s so touching that there’s so many of you who are like “oh I just found your blog today and I’m sending you so much love”. You’re seeing me in such a raw, wounded state, and yet you’re still willing to extend your positivity even though you don’t know me. It means so much.

I cannot tell you how comforting it feels to open my inbox and my dms and re-read all of these messages you’re sending me. And then I’ll refresh and suddenly there will be more. I promise you I am reading every single one of them, and I am slowly but surely answering as many as I can, even if I’m so slow at it, I’m very rusty from not speaking to almost anyone for nearly 9 months lol. Not only do I feel encouraged when you’re lifting me up like this, but spending a few minutes distracting my mind from the traumatic events by focusing on reading your words, it helps to ground me. When I feel more vulnerable to flashbacks, whether it’s just that kind of day where I wake up and the wounds are reopened, or maybe I’ve been triggered by something and my emotions are raw, I’ll try to open my inbox and read your messages again, to try to ground myself. Some of you are even worried about putting content warnings onto your asks, which is so sweet. I promise you you don’t have to do that, but that’s so incredibly nice of you to even think about that. You don’t have to worry about whether your transformers URLs are going to make me flinch, or if there’s pink profile pictures, or if you mention Starscream or Knockout or Megatron or Bee or literally whomever. Just the fact that you’re being careful with me, that’s so sweet, I can’t believe how all of you, 100% of you, have taken me seriously. None of you have made fun of me, none of you have put me down for being scared -- hell, even non-self shippers have told me they support me in my journey to reclaiming the many characters I’ve lost. I think I’ve reached over 100 messages in the last three days that I’ve returned, and all of them are nothing but kind and empathetic. I’m shocked.

I really thought I was going to be in this alone. I really didn’t expect anyone to believe me. A few of M’s close friends blocked me back when she was manipulating me, and it hurt, because I didn’t even know what I had done wrong. No explanation, I had lost a few people who I thought I was close with. And it was just more fuel for her to tell me how she would think I’m special, that she would never leave me like that. I was scared that when I’d return online, everyone would shun me, that she might be spreading rumors about me (which she is known to do). But I’ve even had FIVE PEOPLE come forward in the last two days and say “I know who you’re venting about, even though you didn’t say her name, and she hurt me too. She hurts a lot of people and I’m sorry she hurt you. Don’t let her ruin Transformers for you, it’s yours.” I felt so relieved to hear I wasn’t alone, that we’re not alone, that I’m not going crazy. Thank you guys for validating my feelings.

My ask box is always open, my dms are always open (when they’re not being glitchy lol) and none of you should ever worry about “being too overwhelming” when sending messages. You’re not tiring me out, you’re not making me feel pressured to respond. You’re all making me feel seen. You can send me 500 supportive messages and I am going to read all of them. I had no idea how much I needed support until I received it. I burst into tears the first time you guys started messaging me because I was awash with relief. You’re all really helping me get onto the path of healing and I appreciate you so much. Thank you for helping me and thank you for being patient with me as I heal.

#woof #im so scared that i cant get better. but so many of you keep insisting that i WILL get better #and man i hope you're right. i cant tell you how lonely it feels without my starlight :(#that love is still deep inside of my heart somewhere... i just dont know how to find it again #but all of you supporting me is seriously helping me so so so much #...also it's 5 in the morning and i couldnt sleep bc of a nightmare fhdhfj so. here i am #reading more messages and it helps me forget the nightmare and focus more on the Support #i was so isolated and lonely for so long. only filled with the belief that im unworthy of love #that my own comfort characters would *enjoy* hurting me #and im so shocked seeing these waves of kindness from so many of you #im not used to people being nice to me bc i spent so long being with one person who hurt me repeatedly #so each time i get a new Nice Message im like. surprised all over again #ok im gonna try to go back to sleep now bc i have a bartending shift at the theater in a few hours #im so excited! i genuinely love to bartend at the theater and i love getting to watch free shows #but i wont be able to pour any drinks if i am falling asleep at the counter sdlfjsdf #the nightmare really shook me up so i might be slow to responding when im home from work #but i will try to get back to as many as i can today. u guys are so amazing. thank you.

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beepboopbupbip · 1 year

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Okok

So before P03 trusts the challenger he's kind of in a workaholic eternal "fuck you" state.

Hurt/comfort where P03 literally passes out from exhaustion after working for like 76 hours and challenger comes and picks him up, carries him to the bed that he doesn't use and plugs in his Lil charger.

And then when P03 wakes up he's all "fuck you let me go back to work" and then challengers all like "you were on the floor unconscious, no" and then they begin to argue and it eventually comes to a halt when P03 just begins to cry .

And then challenger is all like ??????

Until challenger realizes that he's in a workaholic state because he's depressed and literally no one talks to him outside of work.

So then challenger goes and picks up his little pincers with both their hands and asks P03 if he's okay with physical contact (we use CONSENT in this house) and P03 kind of awkwardly nods because he's confused on what challenger is about to do and he's low-key scared that they'll hurt hum.

And then challenger just pulls them into a hug, soft and gentle, no malicious intent. And P03 who's used to... not that, is just absolutely shocked.

And it ends with some cute reassuring words to P03 while he's allowed to cry for once and then they cuddle eachother to sleep because I say.

Oh how I wish I could make decent fanfiction :(

#inscryption #p03 #inscryption p03 #p03 x reader #p03 inscryption #fanfic ideas #can you tell i just love hurt/comfort #i love the sad cuddles #also challenger would like totally give him a wittle kiss on the top of his monitor head thing #and would totally freak out because they didnt ask and they dont want to hurt him #and then P03 just looks up at them like “kith please”#and then kith hehehehe #also if you catch me posting a lot today its cause my cats going to the vet and i think about P03 when im anxious #prepare for lots of beep boop #feel free to write this just let me know i need to read it

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pepprs · 6 months

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my depression is getting really really bad. like it’s been bad before but this is like… consistently really bad. like a long unending stretch for several weeks (and tbh months) now. to the point where no inoculation actually sticks (and im isolating myself from most of my inoculations anyway and feel unable to stop doing it even though i know it’s self destructive). im either helplessly unbearably miserable or numbing out on video games. i just don’t feel like it’s going to get better for me and i KNOW that is factually untrue but the feeling is louder than the knowledge and it’s just utterly immobilizing. ive been sinking in quicksand for 2 years.

#purrs #longer than that too ofc but i think ever since i moved to campus in 2021 and shit started hitting the fan my life just started snowballing #and picked up speed majorly when i moved back home and ive been stuck in this horrible limbo ever since. like im scaring myself with how #deeply profoundly unhappy and unwell i am. i am just detached and scattered and bewildered by everything. and the only way to break free is #to fight it but i don’t even have the strength. like in order to fight it i have to have the strength and it s exactly the thing that is #being stolen from me. and i work really really hard to suppress it when im around people so no one can tell but on the inside im being eaten #alive and every day that goes on the pain gets harder to bear except im numb most of the time so i can’t tell except for when i can #one of the things that makes me saddest is ive pushed everyone away either by ghosting them or scaring them. when what i want and need the #most is love and comfort. but then when i get it it isn’t enough. idk. im not explaining it well i just feel like. horrible. unbearably #i think i need to go on meds like i truly cannot go on like this not even in a s*i cidal way it’s like i just can’t take living like this #delete later #i know im causing the people who love me pain by being unable to accept that they do love me and that’s the worst fucking part. is hurting #people by being like this. scaring people by being like this. and being so disconnected from myself #and feeling completely and utterly beyond help like nothing ive tried has fixed it but also there are a lot of things i haven’t tried but i #feel so terrible or my freedom is limited so i can’t. idk.#also the crushing knowledge / sense that i have lost the most precious important years of my life both bc of the lockdown and bc of mental #illness lol. except that’s not true bc of all the stuff abt how your best years are always ahead of you and you can make them. but it doesnt #feel like it for me and then i beat myself up bc my job is literally to exude that belief and help other ppl feel it and i increasingly cant #i remember in high school having the thought that one day i could be depressed and being conscious that i wasn’t and now i look back on that #and am like… how. and will i ever not be. i don’t think so. it just feels unending

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hekateinhell · 9 months

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there's a devastating trust between lesmand despite everything they've done to each other. Armand going to Lestat after Louis breaks his heart is kind of funny but also devastating after everything he did to Lestat, but also their NOLA team up and Lestat allowing Armand to drink from him. And how Lestat completely trusts Armand to keep Louis safe despite what he did to Nicki and Claudia. But Armand feels the same way! His breakdown in Blood Communion is because he gave Lestat his blessing to take Louis to court and then he didn't keep him safe!!! His screaming breaks my heart because after so many losses he still can't handle losing Louis and he trusted Lestat with him because he's sacred to both of them. That's the agreement, they keep Louis safe!!! Always wanted to know how the Loumand and OT3 reunion after that went.

Lestat and Armand have such an utterly insane dynamic, I've never come across anything like it in my life lmao WHAT IS THAT???

The thing with Nicki is that Armand genuinely did try to help him the only way he knew how at the time, and Lestat even acknowledges this in TVL. Claudia... I wouldn't get this answered in days if I started talking about Claudia. But Lestat also says in PL that he was wrong about Armand long ago — that he's not without compassion, not without a heart. And even if Lestat did think he was lacking those things once upon a time, it didn't stop him from loving him.

That scene in BC wrecks me every fucking time because you can see how devastated both Armand and Lestat are. Louis is such an enormous shared piece of their heart and Armand trusted Lestat with him because he had to and Lestat knows that! I think it has another layer for Armand, too, because he has lived and died by Lestat for so long (this is a slight exaggeration but I'm thinking about Lestat being what gave Armand the reason to want to survive following his suicide attempt, Armand doing whatever it takes to be around him when he thinks Lestat will need him, fuck everyone else, etc).

Armand's love for Lestat is perhaps one of the most consistent things (if not the most consistent) about him throughout the series, and it's a different kind of grief to lose that element of trust (though how much or how little Armand trusts Lestat is a seperate can of worms) with someone you love so deeply.

My fucking life to see Louis and Armand reunite on screen after Louis returns, and Lestat and Armand's first conversation following The Scene™️ in BC and Lestat 'sending all his love to Armand.'

#agony i live in agony (and i love it)#these are my hurt ships and my comfort ships at the same time it's the history and baggage and LOVE for me #also can you tell i'm avoiding my real life rn i haven't answered this many asks at once in weeks #armand/lestat #armand/louis #armand/lestat/louis #vc #you ask and hekate answers

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You Don’t Scare Me

I WANT LAMBERT TO BE COMFORTED AND CARED FOR GOD DAMN IT. THATS IT. THATS THE FIC.

Implied Lambert/Jaskier|Dandelion (and implied geraskier) as well as some family dynamic with the other wolves. Hurt/Comfort. 1,414 words. AO3

It was a shit day. A shit day at the end of a shit week, which was at the end of a shit month, which was at the end of a shit year, which was arguably at the end of a shit fucking life. It was all shit, and he was angry about it. anyone would be if they were in his shoes.

His brothers got everything. The fame, the respect, the women and men, everything. He had something once, someone. But he lost him as soon as he let him in.

It was the anniversary of Aidens death, and Lambert wasn’t handling it well. The first half of the day was spent in his room, destroying anything and everything he could get his hands on, and the second half of the day was spent throwing bombs into the lake while screaming. Or maybe crying. It was probably both if he was being honest with himself, which he was never going to be.

Now he felt like a shell. The only thing he felt all day was anger and grief, but now he felt nothing. It was late, around dinner or a little after that. His brothers and Jaskier were in the main hall probably drinking and laughing, unaware of his pain. They didn’t care. No one did.

At least, so he thought.

“There you are” a voice called to him from behind. a melodramatic voice that was unnaturally quiet, compared to the ballads he constantly belted out. Turning his head, Lambert saw the bard standing there, his hands clasped behind his straight back, his loud outfit especially offensive to his eyes in this dim lighting. He growled deep in his throat like a wild animal prepared to back up his bark with a bite. This only earned a roll of the bard's blue eyes.

“Hush now, Lamb.” He lightly scolded with a smile, making his way over without hesitance or fear. “There’s no need to act like that. Come and drink with me and your family, huh? You’ve been down all day.”

“What would you know?!” The witcher snapped, moving his shoulder away from the bard's open hand. “I have every right to be upset! You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve been through, so don’t fucking pretend that you do!”

The bard frowned, lowering his hand to his side as he looked up at the wolf. Lambert noticed that he didn’t smell of fear or disdain or even annoyance, but heartache.

“Lambert” Jaskier began, carefully stepping closer to the cornered wolf, not because he was afraid of being bitten but afraid he would scare lambert off. “Geralt... he told me what happened... he told everyone. Not Yen or Ciri obviously, but he told the people you... see the most often. The people who are here.” A blinding rage caused Lambert's vision to see red. How dare Geralt go behind his back to tell everyone of something so personal, something he trusted him with the knowledge of? He clenched his hands into fists, which caught Jaskiers attention.

“Don’t misunderstand!” Jaskier quickly added, putting his hands up in a stop position with an anxious smile. “He didn’t give any details or even names. He just told us that you had lost someone a couple of years ago to the day and that's why every time this date comes around you get... moody.” The bard winced at his own wording, probably aiming for something more gentle or poetic. The youngest witcher growled again before crossing his arms.

“So what? Are you here to mock me? Poke fun at me? Call me weak? Because I’m warning you now, I’m not in the fucking mood.”

“Gods no! Do I really come across as such a heartless bastard?” Jaskier exclaimed as he brought a hand up to his chest. Lambert couldn’t help the crooked smile that rose to his lips, which earned a huff and a muttered “Don’t answer that” from the bard. Rubbing a hand across his face, the younger man continued. “Lamb, I hate to see you like this, we all do. Just join us for a couple of pints, a few rounds of cards, whatever you want. We haven’t seen you all day and... we’re concerned.”

Lambert scoffed as he turned on his heel and began marching down the hall again. “Thank you but no thank you, I’m perfectly fine on my own, now get lost before I- Ack!” The man was stopped in his tracks when two arms suddenly wrapped around his torso, refusing to let go. He heard Jaskier coming up from behind him obviously, he just wasn’t expecting... that. “You don’t scare me, you fucking asshole,” Jaskier said, his words muffled from Lambert's shirt. “You are coming to be with us and that's final. It’s not good to process grief alone. Please let us...” he trailed off for a moment, “... let me help you.”

Something about the way Jaskier sounded so genuine, the way the smell of compassion rolled off of him in waves, caused Lambert to suddenly stop his train of thought. Jaskier tightened his grip around the man's chest, fist curling around the front of his shirt.

“Please” was all Jaskier had to add before Lambert caved. He could feel his eyes sting but quickly brought his hands up to wipe stray tears before the bard was any the wiser. “Fine.”

He followed the bard into the main hall, where his brothers and Vesemir sat waiting with an extra mug of mead spiked with white gull for him. It seemed as though this was planned. Thankfully, no one forced him to say anything, no one even brought it up. It was only when he was good and drunk when Vesemir draped a thin blanket over his shivering form, did he break. He of course didn’t say anything about his and Aiden's relationship explicitly, but the looks he received as he was drunkenly ranting and raving about the Cat witchers food preferences told him that they knew.

He didn’t even realize he was crying until a good three seconds after he started smelling the salt. He cringed at that fact, as it only brought to light how inferior his reflexes were compared to his brothers.

Despite all that, no one condemned him. No one made him out to feel weak or pathetic, they only listened and offered comforting words. He was also pretty sure Geralt let him win at Gwent on purpose, but he was too happy about the fact he finally beat the white wolf to care.

When the hour was late, or rather early in the morning, it was only him, the bard, and the bard’s muse. Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks that the youngest wolf couldn’t quite read, but after what seemed like a staring match Geralt stood up and patted Lambert on the shoulder before leaving to go to bed.

And then there were two.

“... do you want me to write a ballad about him?” Jaskier voiced gently.

“No... Yes. I mean- fuck, I don’t know.” Lambert slurred, staring at the bottom of his mug.

“You should head to bed. It’s late and you had a long day.” The bard smiled at him from across the table. Lambert's mouth and throat became dry. He had the realization that he didn’t want to be left alone just yet, but he knew the human was probably tired. He wasn’t sure how long humans should stay awake, he never had one to take care of as Geralt did, but he was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to stay awake as long as Jaskier had.

“Could you...” Lambert began, tripping over his tongue, “I mean, can you... I just... I don’t....” He could feel himself getting flustered as he watched Jaskier’s grin grow, his cornflower eyes filling with mirth. “Could you just... spend the night with me? Not to do anything! I just don’t...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Sure” was not the answer he was expecting. They walked to Lambert’s room in silence, and the wolf learned four things that night.

1. Jaskier slept in his briefs

2. Jaskier was surprisingly buff under all that puffy fabric

3. Jaskier’s feet were cold

and 4. He fell asleep much easier when he was accompanied by the gentle smell of chamomile.

Jaskier wasn’t an Aiden. He realized he still needed time to heal. Maybe next winter, however, he could ask Geralt how open the relationship was.

#I wrote this at 12 in the morning btw #I was sad today can you tell?#jaskier/lambert #lambert witcher #the witcher fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher hurt/comfort #lambskier #jaskier x lambert #lambert x jaskier #the witcher #kaer morons #kaer morhen family #all my bitches love lambert

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