#comfort and affection

[yukaro353]

A quick reminder that the chef exists and is a good boyfriend to my lady jsjsjjs

At least in my head(?)

If I imagine a dynamic for them it is always quite healthy.

[pidgydraws]

💙 comfort 💙

i haven't had time to finish anything lately~ but i can't stop making new sketches lol

[taeiris]

the vanishing of holly wheeler

mike’s reliving some memories… memories that will hears for the first time

[questionable-idea]

If I was a dragon i'd put my wing over you like a blanket while we laid side by side and watched the sunset. btw.

[artsymeeshee]

Anyone order another round of hospital sketches? Was thinking about it again and needed to make more. Happier ones this time!

Again, please DON’T tag as ship :T

[magicicephoenix]

soo... how does moon feel about never being able to physically be with sun? just curious <3

not very good.

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Beautiful~

[dingledraw]

South Downs cottage fluff based on the Dolly Parton song “Berrypie” 🩷

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

Mentioning an unfamiliar name

yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[aventurineswife]

Can I geeeeeeet reader getting absolutely wasted and crying over a pic of them with their s/o (Kaeya, Aventurine, Kaveh, or Ratio), who then walk in on them like that. When asked what’s wrong, reader just sobs “I love him so much! He’s so beautiful!” (Cuz they don’t even recognize who they’re talking to cuz they’re so drunk)

Drunk on Love

Tags: Kaeya x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Drunken Confessions, Slight Angst, Established Relationship, Emotional Vulnerability, Soft Comfort, Light Teasing, Gentle Affection.

Warnings: Alcohol Use, Crying, Mild Language, Overwhelming Emotions, Characters Taking Care of a Drunk Reader, Excessive Sappiness.

The tavern air is thick with the scent of wine and the warmth of too many bodies pressed close together. Your head spins, the rim of your glass tilting precariously in your unsteady grip. You've had… how many drinks now? You lost count somewhere after the third.

But it doesn’t matter. Not when you’re clutching your most prized possession—a slightly crumpled photograph of you and Kaeya, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his usual smirk softened into something more genuine. The sight of him, even in a mere image, has your throat tightening with emotion.

“I love him so much,” you murmur to no one in particular, fingers stroking the picture like it’s some sacred relic.

A shadow falls over you, and a familiar voice—silken, teasing—cuts through the fog of your inebriation.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

You blink sluggishly, barely registering the man now standing before you. He’s tall, elegant, with striking blue hair and an eye that twinkles with mischief even in the dim light. If you were even a fraction more sober, you’d recognize him in an instant.

But right now, all you see is a stranger.

He crouches down to meet your gaze, concern flickering behind his usual amusement. “Care to tell me why you’re drowning in wine and tears?”

You hiccup, pressing the photo against your chest as if to protect it. “I just—hic—I love him so much!” Your voice wavers, and fresh tears spill down your cheeks. “He’s so beautiful. He’s—he’s perfect.”

Kaeya blinks, and then, much to his own surprise, laughter bubbles from his lips. “Oh? He must be quite the catch, then.”

“He is!” you insist, completely missing the smirk tugging at his lips. “His stupid hair—so soft—his voice—ugh, it makes my heart melt!” You dramatically thump your fist against your chest for emphasis, eyes shining with a lovesick haze. “And his smile—his smile! I’d die for it.”

Kaeya exhales, shaking his head in amusement. He’s flattered—more than flattered—but he also can’t let this moment pass without a little mischief. “You must really adore this man.”

“I do!” You clutch the picture tighter, brows furrowing in determination. “If I saw him right now, I’d—I’d—”

He leans in, voice dropping into a velvety whisper. “You’d what?”

You squint at him, your drunken brain struggling to process the sudden proximity. And then, like a grand revelation, it finally clicks.

Your gasp is so dramatic it could belong in a stage play. “KA—”

Before you can finish, Kaeya’s hand is already over your mouth, his laughter barely contained. “Shhh, love. No need to wake the entire city.”

Your eyes widen, then water all over again. “K-Kaeya!” you wail against his palm. “You’re here!”

He sighs, shaking his head before pulling you into his arms. “Yes, yes, I’m here. Now let’s get you home before you profess your love to the entire Knights of Favonius.”

You sniffle into his shoulder, still clutching the picture. “You’re so beautiful.”

Kaeya chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

The world around you is a blur—spinning, tilting, swaying with every sluggish blink of your eyes. The dimly lit lounge, the luxurious drapes, the faint hum of music—it all fades into the background as you stare at the picture in your hands.

Aventurine’s signature smirk stares back at you from the glossy surface, his arm draped lazily around your shoulder. The way he looked at you in that moment, the amusement laced with something softer, something real—it has you sniffling pathetically into your drink.

“I love him,” you slur, swiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your ridiculously expensive coat—one that he bought for you, because “no partner of mine should be seen in anything less than luxury.” “He’s so beautiful.”

A low chuckle, rich and teasing, cuts through your daze. “Well, darling, I can’t say I’ve ever heard a more glowing review.”

You lift your head, vision swimming. A figure leans against the bar beside you, decked out in the finest attire—dark green, gold accents, gambling motifs woven into every detail. A hat tilted just enough to cast a shadow over his sharp, enchanting eyes.

Your breath catches. “You look like him.”

Aventurine’s smirk widens. “Oh? And who, pray tell, am I impersonating?”

You clutch the photo dramatically, thrusting it towards him. “This man,” you declare, nearly toppling off your seat. “He’s perfect.”

Aventurine’s laughter is genuine now, the kind that shakes his shoulders. “Now that’s a compliment worth savoring.”

You grab his wrist, peering up at him with wide, watery eyes. “I’d bet my soul on him.”

He pauses at that, his playful demeanor faltering just slightly. Then, with a smirk softer than before, he leans in, brushing a thumb over your damp cheek. “Careful, sweetheart. I might just take you up on that wager.”

Sumeru’s night air is warm, but the alcohol burning in your veins is warmer. You’re slumped over a table in the tavern, a picture of you and Kaveh clutched in your trembling fingers. His golden hair, his crimson eyes—his smile.

Tears slip down your cheeks as you trace the outline of his face. “I love him so much,” you whisper, barely coherent. “He’s so… so beautiful.”

A chair scrapes beside you, but you’re too lost in your misery to notice. A familiar voice, gentle yet exasperated, reaches you.

“[Name]…?”

You sniff, barely glancing up. “Go away.”

Kaveh sighs, but there’s fondness in his voice. “Now why would I do that when my beloved is busy drunkenly serenading my photograph?”

Your lips wobble. “Kaveh?”

“Yes, my dear?”

You blink at him, then hold up the picture. “You look just like him.”

Kaveh stares at you. Then, with a soft chuckle, he cups your face, brushing away your tears. “That’s because it’s me, love.”

Your heart swells, and with a dramatic sob, you throw yourself into his arms. “You’re so beautiful.”

Kaveh lets out a breathless laugh, catching you effortlessly. “I know, love. I know.”

Ratio wasn’t expecting to find you in this state—slumped over your desk, eyes glossy with unshed tears, a picture gripped in your trembling hands.

“Love?”

You lift your head, eyes unfocused. “Ratio…?”

He folds his arms, raising an amused brow. “Care to explain why you’re weeping over my image like a tragic protagonist?”

Your lower lip trembles. “You’re just… so beautiful.”

Ratio stares at you, then lets out an exasperated sigh. “You’re absolutely ridiculous.”

And yet, as he wipes your tears away, a small smile tugs at his lips.

[knightingale]

The "Sansa reminds Sandor of his sister" motive that some people try to hitch to his character really just flies in the face of his actual attachments to her, doesn't it? Sansa reminds Sandor of himself. He sees the little boy who used to love knights in this girl who's been swept up by the same romanticism. He sees his abuser in her abusers, the much larger knight(s) beating on the helpless child. He sees how she is betrayed by every level of authority that should have saved her and remembers his father's neglect and Tywin and Robert's apathy for Gregor's crimes. He's protective of Sansa because he was Sansa.

And GRRM's design, that one of the strongest warriors in the series, a fearsome and cynical 6'8" guy who's "muscled like a bull" and has the face of death itself, sees himself in this soft and effeminate teen girl, and empathizes with her because he was an abuse victim too, is INFINITELY more compelling than "Oh yeah I bet she just reminds him of his sister," who he's never mentioned and who we know literally nothing about. Way to unnecessarily water down a character, you couldn't have ignored the black and white text more efficiently if you tried.

[yukaro353]

Hi do you have any iron chef hc where lin gets hurt realy bad and the chef (forgot his name )

He here's about it after a week and can not comfort her because ther not a couple so he just goes to republic city does not care if he wil be criticized by the family. He goes to the hospital where lin is . Lins room full of family trying to comfort her. Lin as white as snow barely awake do to the pain . He enters the room everyone lookes at him whit juges

Cheng (which is what I call the chef, he doesn't have much depth, I chose him at random ajsjsj) I feel like he respects Lin's space a lot, trying not to invade beyond where she allows him, however in a situation where she is seriously injured he would definitely break a couple of limits.

I can see him arriving at that hospital room and staying outside to give Lin's family space until Opal compromises and brings the others out to give him some space to talk privately with Lin.

Cheng came prepared to argue if it was necessary just to check on her well-being but Lin is genuinely happy to have him there, even if she can't put it into words he can see it in her eyes.

Their relationship doesn't have a formal title, but he's very aware that he can't stand to see her suffer because she's invaluable to him at this point, and Lin feels so much peace and comfort with him that she worries: What's the right path to take? They'll have time for that later.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Ever since the portal accident, Danny has always seemed a bit… off, to other people. But even before that, he’d always been seen as a bit of a weird kid. The people of Amity Park were, even at the start, a bit used to it.

The people of Gotham, however, were not.

If anything, they were the opposite. Living in the ‘city of crime’ had built within them keen survival instincts. Instincts that went on full blast in the halfa’s vicinity.

Most simply avoided him. Homeless shelters turned him away. Jobs, even the less than legal ones, hesitated to hire him. Sometimes people would even call the cops if he stuck around in any one place for too long.

Not even the city’s mysterious vigilantes trusted him. He sometimes caught glimpses of their masked eyes following him from the shadows. Watching. Waiting for him to show his true colors.

Or maybe he was just hallucinating. He couldn’t be entirely sure. He didn’t dare transform and risk bringing down further suspicion on himself, nor could he ask anyone to corroborate for what he saw either. So instead, he just curled further in on himself. Surreptitiously using his powers to steal the bare necessities for himself and avoiding everyone.

Not even during the worst of the anti-ghost sentiment in Amity had Danny felt so alone.

[maruniee]

"self conscious werewolf boyfriend confides in you" alt. ending

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(note: my sweetheart goes by they/them pronouns!)

[onegroovyrose]

who up distinguishing their innovators 😳

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