#waiting for warmth

[becomingpoet]

(Though you cannot see me, trust that I am here.

You can hear my voice singing in the distant woods-

a whistle back to the red winged blackbird.

It’s early, and poetry clings to this space

like morning dew- fresh, new- I drink. I am here,

basking in warm sunlight, finding joy in the beauty

of people who stand where you can see them.)

#becomingpoet #poetry #out of order #waiting for warmth

[s0fter-sin]

everyone makes fun of soap when they find out how many hair and skin products he keeps on hand. the cabinet in his bathroom is filled to bursting and he always keeps travel sized bottles on him on missions

when soldiers outside the 141 find out, they call him precious and self-obsessed, a vain pretty boy too preoccupied with his reflection to focus on the enemy. no wonder how he got his callsign. price has given up telling him to leave them on base and just teaches him to individually wrap them so they don’t rattle against each other and give himself away

what they don’t know is that each product contains an ingredient that when mixed with any number of the others, creates potent chemical bombs. he was caught unarmed once, he won’t let it happen again

#ghost picks it up when he watches him meticulously read the ingredients lists on the bottles when he goes shopping with him once #he knows enough about products to know that when you find one that works you keep using it #so hes confused when he sees soap put back a moisturiser hes certain hes seen in his little bag #he waits for him to leave the aisle and checks the bottle #which is when he sees the new and improved formula sticker on the back #he memorises the ingredients and when he checks the bottle in soaps room sure enough theres an ingredient missing #thats when he puts it together #it seems his little intro into guerrilla warfare had sparked some ideas in his sergeant #and hes so damn proud it takes him off guard for a second #he hadnt expected him to keep up with it not when hed rarely need the knowledge #but he is and hes doing it all on his own using his own expertise and forethought #the pride has to make room for a difference kind of warmth at the sheer competency on display in front of him #the next day he drops a new product with the missing ingredient on soaps head #the soldiers around them are shocked that hed indulge in soaps prissiness #hes the only that that sees the feral glint in soaps eye as he thanks him and starts going on about the benefits of looking after your skin #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #ghost x soap #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #cod soap #soap mw2 #soap mactavish #cod mwii #call of duty #we’re a team. ghost team

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Welcome to Coffin city. What could possibly go wrong here?

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #jin ling #Uploading this comic (57_ep10) has been a *long* series of unfortunate events. #which is so perfect for the fact we are officially in Yi-City now. Of course there's gotta be some kind of curse......... #It is through perseverance & physical pain this *finally* gets uploaded. Several hours late. hhhhhhh. #Enough behind the scenes talk. Its time to talk about LWJ losing to teens #There is nothing truly more romantic than walking through a foggy abandoned town. “oh we gotta stick together the visibility is soooo bad.” #“I guess we gotta hold hands. For safety. And warmth.” #and there's nothing less romantic that being chaperoned by teens. You tried so hard hanguang jun. #I'm excited to have the juniors back in the story. If only they had waited 10 more min to have a crisis

[shummthechumm]

"son, i could move the sky for you"

~

so...midnight and sol in the rewrite... (more info below the cut!)

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in the scorched ruins of a long abandoned ravine awaits an elderly badger. for seasons, midnight retraced the ancient claw-marks of those before this time; fading echoes of now forgotten spirits. every night she patrols the worn stone, accompanied only by the distant pelt of stars above her.

the low humming of wind bouncing off the gorge walls was scarcely broken--be it by a passing critter or occasional loner--but tonight, something was different.

she follows the shrill wailing--lumbering after it with more energy than she had showcased in moons--down the ragged cliff edge, and into the hollowed out stone. there lay a scrawny cat--a kitten. midnight's ears itch at it's mewling, and her throat tightens.

she reaches out a clawed paw, and pulls the shivering scrap towards herself. the kit whimpers still, but unscrews it's eyes. brilliant sunburnt irises burn into her own; and a warmth she had long been deprived melted the aches of age away--if only for a moment.

those pools of yellow observed her curiously. after a heartbeat, the child nuzzled deeper into her wiry coat.

how long had it been since held new life? how long had it been since was held by someone?

regardless of the answer, she couldnt let go now.

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i love sad old people

Original/Alt. Version here:

#wc #midnight the badger #midnight warrior cats #sol wc #sol warrior cats #wc au #warrior cats #rewrite tag #medibangpaintpro #medibangpaint #medibang #digitalart #ooh i cant wait to get to the sol stuff I CANT WAIT #the pic doesnt necessarily depict midnight first finding sol #it can just be general cuddle time at any point during his kittenhood #i estimate hes no more than 3 months though\ #i also wanted to represent sol bring warmth into her life because lonely old people and also sun. cause...sol #hehe we didnt even get to rock yet #btw i drew this on the android vers of medibang...which is only good if you find a way to block the ads #its crazy how the ads actively destroyed the app bro

[paimonial-rage]

lol yeah ok - how about 12 and 13 instead? - last anon

[Character Analysis Ask Meme]

What is Neuvillette’s love language?

As that he does not have a way with human relationships, Neuvillette shows his feelings best through acts of service and gift-giving. After all, words are difficult and easy to construe. Quality time often leaves him at a loss for the very words he has a difficult time with. And physical touch? That’s simply too intimate for him. So what better way to show how he feels through something concrete? Surely if he gives of his time and resources for the people he cares about, they will understand how high of a regard he holds them. At least, he hopes. 

What is Neuvillette like in a relationship?

As unfamiliar with human emotions as he is, you notice Neuvillette’s feelings for you long before he does. How can you not? You see it clearly—the softness in his eyes whenever they fall upon you, the fondness in his smile, the requests for you to stay if not just a moment longer. You are taken by surprise the day he notices. He approaches you with a troubled, albeit bashful expression. He says that it was brought to his attention that he has feelings for you. Adorable as he is, what else can you do but accept them?

Much to your expectation, there is a hesitance in his step after he begins to court you. He has never been in a relationship before. He doesn’t want to mess it up. So how close is he allowed to walk next to you? Is it proper to offer you his arm? Will you refuse him if he asks you to accompany him to a show? But your presence at his side leaves him light-headed. How many times this has lead to social gaffes and things of the sort? But when you laugh, how can he not chuckle to himself in turn?

With Neuvillette, you will find no bombastic displays of affection. There will not be poetic words of love and adoration. After all, Neuvillette is a simple man and will show his love through simple, yet earnest ways. He will want to spend time with you. He will want to do his best to communicate and be honest with you. He will want to make you happy in any way you see fit. He will do his best for you.

Zhongli's below the cut!

What is Zhongli’s love language?

Anyone close to the Geo Archon knows his penchant for gift-giving. Really, it often catches many by surprise the sheer thoughtfulness and rarity of the gifts he gives. Not only are they often pricey, but also chosen with the receiver specifically in mind. It’s not rare to see people moved to tears upon receiving them, touched by the amount of care he puts into each one. As with gifts, Zhongli is also liberal with the words of affirmation he gives others. He does not hesitate to state a person’s strengths, nor how high of a regard he holds them. With him, there is no room for doubt. 

What is Zhongli like in a relationship?

You don’t exactly know when you both became an item. As wordy as Zhongli is, he never bothered to tell you his feelings plainly. He even rejected you at first, stating he didn’t see you in that way. But then he said he’d try, didn’t he? And from that point, things began to change. How he’d invite you to Miss Yun’s performances, or offered his arm for you to take while he’d walk you home. How he’d tell you the most outrageous stories with a straight face, then laugh with an amused glint in his eye when you took him seriously. Somewhere along the way, the wall he kept began to fall.

Still, it is hard to tell his feelings as he never becomes the most physical with his affections. He does not hug you, nor does he hold your hand when you walk at his side. Sparing the moments when you’re the most endearing, he does not often kiss you of his own accord. Still, there is a level of familiarity and intimacy that he displays with no one else. You’re the only person he’ll let by his side on the days he wants most to be left alone. You’re the one whose opinions matter the most. You’re the only one he’ll tease as mercilessly as he does. You’re special.

With Zhongli, you realize that your relationship with him is not primarily one of romance, but of companionship. He does not simply view you as a friend. No, you’re much more than that. Out of all the things that come and go in his life, you are and will always be the only constant. You are everything to him. Even if you may part ways for a time, the place by his side will always remain yours. A relationship with you is a contract, one that he will always uphold. 

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #neuvillette #zhongli #neuvillette x reader #zhongli x reader #my writing #character analysis #sorry for the wait haha... but at least it's better than more than a month right? ;v; #i will apologize if you wanted something overtly romantic with the relationship question #zhongli's was especially hard #okay i can talk about it now #zhongli is the kind of guy you can talk with for hours and then leave not knowing a single thing about him #and that’s the weird thing like he does not hide his thoughts and feelings towards things #but at the same time you always doubt the extent to which he means them #like he may call the traveler a good friend and other warm things but…. #does he follow up his feelings with actions? #he’s so easygoing that you can’t picture him falling to raw emotion #and it primarily is because he sees everyone the same way a grandfather looks at his toddler grandchild #he feel warmth and affection for them but they will never be equals #that’s why if you confessed your feelings for him he’d turn you down at first. he’d need time to change his thinking #and even after accepting you zhongli is not one for passions. he’s not gonna change much. he’ll still be a retired old man #also just a personal headcanon but i don’t think he’d get with a human. he’d humor then but he wouldn’t accept them #yeah hes just… hard to figure out romantically speaking

[transmechanicus]

Really fucked up that two ppl can care about each other and make their best efforts to communicate and still end up hurting each other so badly they cannot stand to be in the same room.

#my stuff #i feel soooo bad talking to my therapist about the same topics over multiple weeks #like i feel like they're sooo sick of it like damn can this bitch get Over It alreadyyyy #hi yes actually can we talk about the near catastrophic sense of betrayal and loss that has haunted my soul for over a month? #can we talk about how I overcompensate for other's possible feelings and emotions to desperately mask my terror at feeling out of control #can we talk about how even when I know ppl acted with logical reasons necessary for their situation it still hurt me? #and that this pain fills me up with so much anger and frustration that I'm powerless to put anywhere that won't hurt someone #so it just cooks me inside and makes me grind my teeth constantly for weeks #im so angry i did not deserve to be treated like this it's not fair and I have no capacity to fix it or control when it feels better #i just have to survive and wait until i forget about it and hope they don't decide to reach out and fuck it all up #cause i can see that happening #i'll finally be free of thinking about them and generally going about my day unbothered and they'll ask to get coffee or something #and I have no idea what I should do in that scenario. because I don't think we can be friends. #and you have not treated me with the compassion and warmth I treated you #i would want to say mean things. hurtful things. I would want to bite back for once. #and that's not me. that's not who I want to be. #i don't wanna see you. go away. don't talk to me if you're not going to make the pain go away.

[muninnhuginn]

when skip and loafer has a whole heartwarming bonding arc and you feel all cosy and warm. then we cut to shima, with the horrors.

#and it works every time. you're soaking in the warmth then it's all no wait where did all the light go? #skip to loafer #skip and loafer #in my pregaming next skippy loafer chap era

[kof1128]

When will I see you again?

#atoc #a tale of crowns #crown nazreen hot debut finally after 1yr+ #2yrs?? #i have officially entered my d brainrot phase #ch9-10 got me acting up like #esp that ch10 iykyk #subtle quiet talking in their own world in public but also always having that charged air around them #delal's absence a consequence of her ceaseless departure / the one who leaves #nazreen / the one who remains who waits who endures who yearns for the return of her beloved #suspended in constant worry #always trapped between two tenses (when delal is gone and when delal is presently invoked in her mind when she needs her protection/warmth) #✨yearning✨ #q

[codakk]

dave "the only touch i know is my older brother's violence" strider and jade "i've long forgotten what the touch of another human being's felt like" harley both being lonely best friends struggling with their touch starvation but maneuvering through it and healing from it with each other's guidance and company

#xi #davejade #dave putting up walls to hide his starvation from everyone else #jade softly knocking at the walls hes put up and waiting for him patiently until he feels ready to let her in #even if waiting a thousand years for him meant letting her touch starvation grow hungrier and consume her completely #dave finally letting jade in but bit too late and now jades been left waiting and starved for too long. she just misses the warmth of a hug #dave hating the sight of his best friend so... sad and weak and tries to awkwardly hold her even if he doesn't know what a real hug is like #dave tentatively reaching out for jades hand for a few moments before his own starvation gives in and pulls her in for an abrupt embrace #its awkward. very. dave hugs jade with his elbows pointed out weirdly and with his hand hanging in the air not knowing where to rest itself #but once jade hugs back by looping her arms around him and pulling him close all the tension disappears between them and it feels just righ #just. the thought of both of them being just right for one another. willing to sacrifice themselves for each other. #your honor i love them

[candlesoul]

i dont want to do anything but i want to do everything you know

#please understand me why cant i move why am i frozen #why i want to move but i cant why moving is emotionally hard am i ungrateful am i bad am i no good #i want to read but emotions are too heavy to carry i want to watch but my heart is aching i want to talk someone but in my room not interne #when will it be good will it ever be okay #is there gonna be peace feeling warmth joy friendships #will they exist at future for me? #i dont even lnow what im talking about #hope i see good dreams tonight but i know theres too much nightmare thar waits me there and im scared to tell you this but they are too muc #you have to process #you lived it but now you need feel it again #i want joy kindness warmth #i want to someone to cry #personal

[chuluoyi]

omg my friend matched up with a married man on dating app 💀

#good lord #i’m on my job and waiting for leaks #and then my friend lit told me #she’s chatting up this married man for fun #and the man in question #openly says he’s married and looking for someone who can give him warmth??💀 #and cares for him #….people these days *sigh* #—chu’s ramblings 🗯️

[kachawo]

What if Wei Ying turned out different? What if he had gone through much worse as a homeless child?

Heaven knows what his life was like before Jiang Fengmian found him, but it surely wasn't friendly. What if that changed him so much? The trauma ingraining itself into his brain that it becomes his main source of survival?

Yiling was a badly managed town, even the children saw that. And among the cultivation sects, none were really keen on investing their time and materials on withered soil, especially the nearest jurisdictions of Qishan Wen and Yunmeng Jiang.

That's why in Yiling, everything tagged crime can be stashed away, hidden into, escaped out of. Sects turn a blind eye to it, hell, even the previous Baron of the land didn't bother reclaiming Yiling because of its high crime rate.

It built itself up by blood money and fear, and with the Burial Mounds so close in vicinity it was much worse.

Anything and everything illegal was practically spoiled culture there.

Especially,

Especially slave traders, especially human trafficking. There was no authority to call upon, no one strong enough of a will to stop it. And so whenever Yiling hears the heart-dropping sound of golden bells chiming, the heavy hooves of a bull that carries with it a large wooden cage. They do nothing.

They can do nothing.

And there goes A-Ying, freshly orphaned, still getting a hang of wandering around the streets he would have to call his new home.

The first time it happened, his face got too close to the torch while he panicked. The large men and their ropes scared him too much and he wanted them to let go let go let go-

They didn't like how he moved around too much and tightened the noose around his neck, A-Ying suddenly couldn't breathe. He felt the bones of his weak throat cave on itself and it hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurt so bad. It made him thrash around the cage widely, using his remaining air to scream so violently that would have guaranteed his broken throat.

In his panic attack he hit his head on the splintered pole used as a torch on the corner of the cage they threw him in.

A-Ying didn't think he had the strength to scream about it, but apparently he did. He realized later that the graining sound against his ears were his blood-curdling cries, and that he couldn't feel the left side of his head.

They never took him, in the end. The slave traders complained loudly that he damaged himself and would be of no value. The large man who tied him up, held him by his hair and threw him out of the cage.

After that it was black.

You'd think that after that experience, Wei Ying would have known how to escape people like these then.

He should have died. He should have died a long time ago. When the slave traders lured him in with promise of a meal, when a drunk man mistook him for someone else and beat him with shattered wine jars, when a cultivator feigned kindness and Wei Ying took his hand--

A-Ying should have died when he was 5 when-

Wei Ying should have died when he was 7 when-

When-

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Someone stop it STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPSTOPSTOP

He can't be blamed! He can't deal with it! The ringing in his head has made itself a home in his head a long time ago and at that point its been a part of his life.

He's half-blind, half-dying, half a body, full of scars.

Wei Ying can't be blamed.

So when a man comes to him, on a cold winter night calling his name-- he can't be blamed.

(That was used on him several times, several ways, at this point the whole world knows his name. Maybe they were never addressing him really? And it's just so his foolish brain responded to every call hoping it was a-niang or baba who came back to get him.--

Hoping. He was hoping. Such a silly thing to do these days.)

The man wore purple robes, was surrounded by many people with purple robes. One of them approached when he didn't respond.

Wei Ying was 11 by now, 12 almost, he couldn't be blamed.

The robes were different-- a dark royal hue, but it was the same color of the- the same- and the man was approaching him too quickly he-

A child was never supposed to go through this pain. Wei Ying wouldn't know this, but he couldn't be blamed. A small tooth-dagger was plunged into the cultivator's abdomen and the man shrieked--- he couldn't be blamed.

He ran and ran and ran, the man who called his name ran after. His feet didn't acquaint well with the cold solid ground, it burned his skin ironically, but he ran with only fear to power him.

The man grabbed him by the shoulder and said his name again-- Wei Ying couldn't hear anything amongst the rapid beating of his own heart. Couldn't see quite clearly, couldn't think quite straight, he feared.

Wei Ying couldn't have been blamed. When carriage wheels screeched to a halt but it was too late-- and the man in purple had to let go of him one way or another.

He didn't stay too long to see what happened to him. He just ran and ran and ran.

Until there was no ground to run on. Until Yiling was no longer seen. Until he felt the last of his breath stolen from him.

Wei Ying falls falls fall-

His eyes close on their own, they can't be blamed.

#mdzs #mdzs au #wwx #wei wuxian #wei ying #young wei ying #child wei ying #the horrifying experience of being a child in the streets #cw: child abuse #cw: child endangerment #i imagine if canon wwx turned out this way #he wouldn't be so keen to intimate touch #the pain and trauma that came with the action never fully left him #but at the same time he yearns for that kind of warmth #the type of touch that'll wait for his acceptance #but he just can't out of that fear #also in this au he's a non-cultivator

[minilev]

Leslava by @rejected-beater 🌻

#LOOK AT HER #the warmth! the happiness! #HER BEES!!! #i bet she's thinking about good times with Ewald while waiting for Gaunter to appear #they'll drink her berry bitter #watch Novigrad's spires shining far away in the horizon and talk about everything #Leslava #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS<3

[mattodore]

(don’t feel pressured to respond) not sure what timezone youre in but i wanted to say happy birthday!!! i hope your day is full of love and joy <3 hunting down anything and anyone that tries to ruin it!!! squeezing you, biting you, planting birthday kisses on both your cheeks, renewing our vows, etc etc 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

(^us plus another pathetic father paul pic)

got a little shy reading this........ thank you nene i'm smothering you with so much love and of COURSE 🗣 vowel renewals this spring

#river dipping #asks #wldestluv-rs #KEEP #coming online to post an edit and then stopping and smiling when i saw this message... hugeeeeeeeeee kisses all over your forehead #normally i don't tell people it's my birthday so i paused and looked around after seeing this message like wait when did i say that #forgetting i mentioned it on my personal acc sdfkhsdkfg #you are such a kind and wonderful person hope your day is ALSOOOO full of warmth and love and joy MWAH MWAH MWAH #father paul with his wettest eyes and most pathetic looking face <3 thank you for that

[pimsri]

(We're Both Fools)

#omg and they were both fools #something slow and nice for siegrein this time #wait i think they're always slow and nice #everlasting warmth and gentle heartbreak #that's kinda their vibes #logh #siegfried kircheis #siegrein #reinhard von lohengramm #legend of the galactic heroes #lotgh #pimsriart #pimsriart2023 #pimsrianimate #pimsrivid #vid #cute space boyfriends

[youareunbearable]

I was listening to Blood Upon The Snow by Hozier and GOD what a Himring theme like imagine???

Maedhros is newly "healed" from his 30 years or torture, just gave up his throne and crown to his uncle and is determined to travel east to build his strong hold against Morgoth. Everyone is worried, like yes he's technically healed but Maedhros has a… violence to him now. He is colder, both at the touch and personality wise. There is a glint in his eyes and his brothers (and cousins, and his aunt and uncle) all look at each other with worry behind his back as he now prowls as he walks.

Maglor is the most worried. He's more in tune with the world and the Music around them, and while Maedhros' song isn't twisted like the thralls they've met, it's brassy now. Before, back in Valinor, Maitimo used to sound like a string quartet, complex and intricate, like a beautiful glass mosaic that told a whole story without words and still let light shine through upon everyone in a splash of rainbow beams. Now, there is a thrumming undertone that's deeper, richer, that makes the almost word filled song of the strings become shrill, like they're crying out. The bass undertone sounds like the marching of an army and the strings sound like a death wail of the doomed. It makes Maglor's skin crawl as he watches his brother, not knowing what to make of the change in Song.

He listens, and he follows Maedhros. Climbs with him up the tallest, coldest peak he finds in the east. The mountain is cold, the wind is biting, and the snow is deep-- not that that is a hindrance for the Elves, but the horses have to trudge through snow that is basically up to their chests. The music here is also cold, sharp woodwinds nipping at the ears and shrill strings that rattles his bones. Maglor opens his mouth to complain, to urge his brother to turn back down this damned mountain when he finally breaks through the cacophony and hears his brother's song.

For the first time since the darkness engulfed Valinor, Maedhros' Song was steady, quiet, finding peace and blending into the rush of Music wiping around them. Maedhros himself looks at peace, eyes closed and face upturned to the weak sun. Between the rich red of his hair, regrown down to his shoulders since they had to shave it after his rescue, and the deep scarlet of his Feanorian robes, Maedhros looks like a spot of blood upon the snow. Maglor shivers, suddenly overcome by a vision of his brother drenched in blood, mouth curled into a snarl like a feral animal, surrounded by endless white and red all around him.

Maedhros begins to hum, a low tune that does nothing but send shivers up and down Maglor's spin.

"Brother, please, let us leave. There is nothing for us here, maybe if we keep travelling east there will be a better place to set up camp." Maglor begs, walking closer to Maedhros.

"No." Maglor freezes at the word. There was an undercurrent of command, of steel. "This place speaks to me, I will make our stronghold here."

Maglor gapes, he looks around at the barren mountain. Nothing but rocks, and snow, and sparse shrubs. "Here? Really?"

Maedhros nods. "Here. Her name shall be Himring, and she will withstand any siege." He hums again, the notes low and easily swallowed up by the wind. Maglor with his keen ears could pair the simple tune and worried at his lip when he noticed that it was actually a very basic version of the Song that screamed around them.

If he listened closer, he could almost hear the words in the Song. His heart clenched as he watched Maedhros turn and begin ordering their men, getting the wheels of creation of their base set into motion.

Maglor looked around the mountain side again. He could feel the glee of the mountain, at how the rocks thrummed beneath their feet and snow. It felt vicious, like hunting dogs straining at their leashes, an eager glee that felt almost bloodthirsty. Maglor just hoped that it just would be directed towards helping their cause, and not be their downfall.

To all things housed in her silence Nature offers a violence

#silmarillion #silm #maedhros #maglor #maitimo #nelyafinwe #I think Himring would LOVE mae and be magic and do anything for her Lord #Including stay standing for 4 Ages waiting for his return #Anyways I want Mae to be humming Blood Upon Snow while Himring is being build and that this is her Song #He sings it sometimes while walking her halls and kinda just becomes her Anthem #Mae sings it throughout his life and as a shitty lullaby to the Twins after everything has Gone To Shit #I know Mae isnt the battle bard of the family but MAN just imagining him singing this song while walking up to an orc siege #raising his voice as he sings about the hardships of the Winter and Cold and how hes the only speck of warmth for miles #burning hot like fresh blood melting through snow as he cuts down orcs #until he is practically screaming the last few lines. Loud and brash and bold and vicious #He IS the blood upon the snow. a red sun rising. a beautiful warning. and if you arent careful it will be your last and only warning.