#Comfort in Despair

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[bpdoka]

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Extended Parting

Synopsis: After being separated from you for so long, Childe finally finds you again.

Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Warnings: Mentions of blood, physical injuries, fear, pain, crying, allusions to being attacked

Original Request by Anon: requesting requesting! beep bop beep bop ! more foul legacy × reader hurt/comfort, perhaps? :3

hear me out- in the format of a scenario; just pure comfort, reader is perhaps sent of to a dangerous mission/commission while childe is away doing his own thing. when he is going back home however, he stumbles across a group of fatui, taking the reader hostage & hurting them. foul legacy's reaction to his "allies" hurting the love of his life? and how he would take care of the reader after, assuming the reader got pretty severe injuries (even though they're not fetal).

Im a big sucker for this big boi getting all soft when the reader is hurt, and i wanna see more of him just holding the bleeding reader in his arms while trying to comfort them

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Two weeks, three days, seven hours, and eight minutes. That’s how long you’ve been apart, how long Childe has gone without being in your presence, and he’s hated every second of it. Important commission, hah! No commission could be so important that it took you away from him for this long- almost half a month! All of your other missions took you a week, tops, and even then he could barely handle it, missing you more and more as each day passed without a single word or letter. Of course, he admits, it’s not like Childe didn’t also have his own duties to attend to during this time, this extended parting. As usual, he was forced to store Ajax and Childe away, slipping on the mask of Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, and taking delight in violent diplomacy. But even fighting and bloodshed did little to satiate his longing for you; how much he wished to see your wonderful smile and that keen twinkle in your eyes, hear your lovely voice, cradle you in his arms and kiss your cheeks- Childe groans, burying his face in his hands. It makes him irritable, constantly yearning for you, and Foul Legacy is even worse. His Abyssal half is constantly clawing at the back of his mind, worrying his talons and whining as he asks why they haven’t seen you yet? Where are you? When will you be back? He wants cuddles something fierce, desperately seeking out the attention and affection you always give him only to find that you’re nowhere near. They’re both so lonely without you, only each other for company, and Childe has to physically bite his hand to prevent Legacy from simply snatching control of their body away and flying off to find you. With a sigh, the Harbinger wipes the blood from his blades, then his hands, and finally his face, ginger hair all wild and unruly. At the very least, today was when he would finally return home to Liyue. He never thought somewhere other than Morepesok could be considered home, but it turns out that “home” is wherever his heart is, and he gave it to you long ago to keep safe from everything that hurts.

Home… Childe’s mind drifts back to the house you both share, a small smile instinctively tugging at his lips. With a quiet snap of his fingers and a salute, his underlings are dismissed- they’ll be going back to the Fatui Headquarters in Snezhnaya. Childe, however, packs his supplies near the road back to the harbor city, waving the agents away, and the moment they’re out of sight his smile widens into a full-on grin, a delighted gleam in his azure eyes. 

Even just thinking about you seems to bring out the best in him, Foul Legacy chirping happily in the back of his head when Childe reassures him that yes, they’ll be seeing you again soon. If you’re done with that horribly long commission of yours, that is, which he’s sure that you are- even the most arduous never take up to three weeks. Despite being exhausted, he finds a spring in his step, dust swirling as his boots land against the dirt path. You, you, you- he’s going to see you again, his beloved and most treasured. Childe almost glows with energetic joy as he jogs, as if he never fell into the Abyss at all. His hand twitches, Foul Legacy begging and pleading to be let out after spending so long locked away, but Childe hushes him gently. You’ve said that you like it when he’s kind to Legacy and Legacy is kind to him- they are part of each other, after all, and you love both of them- so he tries to treat the monster as a friend rather than a weapon, and with a huff Legacy settles back down. Something faint and distant as the moon pierces the night, and Childe pauses, ears pricking. He tilts his head to listen, and for a moment he hears nothing but silence. Until- there, there! A scream! It’s far off, over the next hill, but unmistakably there. Even from a distance Childe can hear the desperation, the terror burning into his bones like a raging fire with a familiarity that makes him stop in his tracks.

No… no, it couldn’t be. It can’t be- Please, please let him be wrong- Childe’s feet carry him towards the sound, dread spiraling and twisting in his gut as another awful shriek rings out and he looks up, eyes widening. He was right. Oh, he was right, and he wishes he wasn’t, because it’s you. It’s you, gripping your weapon like a vice and covered in blood, expression filled with panic and fear and pain. It’s you, still in your adventurer’s gear, bag packed with whatever stupid, insignificant item the commission wanted. It’s you, surrounded by Fatui agents- not his, thank the Archons- the rest of them laughing and sneering. It’s you, hurt and scared and looking as if you’re about to collapse onto the ground and never rise. It’s you, and Childe’s veins freeze over with cold, splintering ice. You’re pressed against a ruined wall, swiping the blade in your hands at the soldiers, who merely snicker at your weakened attempts. The leader- one of those Electro vanguards with a giant hammer- smacks the weapon aside and seizes your arm, and you let out an involuntary yelp of pain as tears prick in your eyes. The yelp is all the motivation he needs, and Childe barely feels his restraint shatter like glass. They never even saw it coming, Foul Legacy throwing his spear and ripping the agents apart as fast as lightning, vibrant purple sparks searing the grass as he roars, driven only by wrath and fury. The vanguard who grabbed you so violently shouts in surprise and horror- then everything goes silent, apart from Legacy’s heavy breathing, claws dripping with blood. He exhales, curling his talons into fist with a tight crackling noise, letting out a low, guttural growl of rage. You bite down fiercely on your tongue, trying to stay quiet, but you can’t help but gasp in pain as the slashes in your body flare, and Foul Legacy’s anger burns away as quickly as a dying candle. He turns and rushes to you, chittering frantically, only to freeze when he sees you stiffen, petrified with fright. His chirps and trills lower to soft croons, gentle and sweet and familiar, crouching slowly to your height and holding out a hand. He tentatively inches forward, hand extended and palm up, claws curling delicately around your wrist when you desperately reach for him. “A-Ajax…?” Legacy’s Abyssal heart cracks, and he swiftly gathers you in his arms, whimpering and nudging his forehead against your cheeks as you cling to him and let out anguished, hitching cries. You suck in a breath when his talons ghost over a wound, and Legacy almost sobs with despair. Some part of him- the rational, trained soldier that is Childe- tells him to get you home, heal you, make sure that you’re well- he carefully gets to his feet, holding you close to his armored chest and adjusting your head so it’s pillowed by his lavender fluff. You shudder with pain again, and Legacy gently licks his tongue over the shallow scrapes on your face, cooing softly; with a flutter of his glimmering wings he takes to the sky, his arms cradling you like you’re made of crystal and gold.

He lands near your shared home not ten minutes later, hastily unlocking the door with the key he always sees Childe using. The house is quiet and a little dusty from being empty for so long, but your bed is as soft as ever as Legacy delicately lowers you down onto the mattress. Childe is the one who tells him what to do, again, guiding his claws to gently wrap your wounds with snow white gauze. None of them are fatal, and Legacy thanks his constellation with a grumbling sigh of relief. A quiet croon slips out when he sees you fading in and out of consciousness, sweetly cupping your cheek with a clawed hand- he’s shaking. Why is he shaking? He’s not the one who nearly died- but your hand comes up to weakly grasp his, and Legacy’s heart melts and breaks and patches itself up all over again.

Your lips twitch into a shaky smile, exhausted, your fingers resting on Legacy’s and soothing the minute trembles running through his body. The Abyssal creature- your wonderful, sweet Abyssal creature- blinks slowly at you, crystalline eye filled with tears that drip down his crimson face and pool in the divots of his mask as he fights to contain the sobs that threaten to break out, and when you reach up your other hand, covered in bandages, to caress his cheek, his breath hitches and he collapses into your arms, burying his head against your neck and weeping. In a whispered voice you coo and murmur and hum to him, repeated words of “it’s okay, I’m here, I’m okay”, and he tries so, so hard to do it back to you, his own sounds cracked and stuttering, something along the lines of “don’t leave, I miss you, I’m sorry”, or as close as he can say with a mouth made for biting and gnashing. Your hands lightly tug him closer- or rather, your hands tiredly loosen and he moves to follow them- until he’s close enough for you to press a soft kiss to his forehead. Legacy immediately purrs, tearful and whimpering, and your silent offer of lifting up the blanket is met with an instance moth monster at your side, curling around your body and holding you close. He’s careful not to squeeze you, trying to get as close as possible and mold his form around yours as you rake your hands through his fluffy coppery hair, drawing more deep, comforting rumbles from within his chest, the type he makes when you’re dreadfully ill.

Cats’ purrs are healing, so you’ve heard. Perhaps Abyssal beasts’ purrs are much the same. Slowly, your eyes begin to droop, and you yawn, exhausted and worn. Foul Legacy quietly nudges you, a croon of reassurance falling from his fanged maw, claws dancing over the wraps on your skin now stained brilliant red. It hurts, it hurts like fire- but you’re safe. Safe in your bed, and in Legacy’s arms, and the tension leeches from you and dissipates into nothing. You vaguely hear a soft melody, low and rumbling and familiar from when you’ve sung Foul Legacy to sleep, and the arms around you tighten ever so slightly as the sun finally dips beneath the horizon into the locked box of night. Two weeks, three days, eight hours, and thirty minutes. That’s how long Foul Legacy refused to let you out of his sight, even after your injuries had closed and healed.

[barack-fa]

@mars-ipan thank you so much for the ideas. It's your fault they look like this!!! ❤ you made them do this hope you uh hope you like it hahah. hah

they're so ugly. they're so perfect for each other..... . ......... I love them....

[skeletonnerdy]

Chiaki and Chihiro Birthday doodles,,

Happy Pi Day!! and a very Happy Birthday to two of the sweetest characters in Danganronpa <33. They're kinda quick doodles, but these guys are some of my favorites from their respective games. I love them both so much <33

[styxxsyringe]

world.search(you);

[frickingnerd]

a noble sacrifice

pairing: gundham tanaka x gn!reader

summary: gundham kills the person that tried to harm you - making himself the blackened in the process...

“it's all going to be okay. they'll never hurt you again…” gundham mumbled, as he gently stroked your hair, while you cried in his arms. “i got rid of them… i did promise i'd protect you, didn't i~?”

you were still shaken from almost being killed. but the reason you were crying your eyes out wasn't that you stared death in the eyes. it was because you knew gundham would die in the next trial, having sacrificed himself in order to protect you. any moment you now got to spend with him would be your last and you weren't ready to lose him yet…

[kiwibongos]

peko is softspoken and tough and all but she definitely has a hyena laugh and loses her shit if you say the right thing

[lunart-06]

Hinaegi time!!!!! They are my everything... the tragic doomed yaoi /ref /lh

[aschenbroedel]

posting my response to this eah confession about dappling and the implications of destiny so i dont lose it when i want to write more later:

[sappi-papi]

cramping right now so i;m posting that time from last month where i had to go to class whilst horrifically cramping with zero ibuprofen on me so i drew sigkin suffering in various ways to try and project my agony onto him. all prompts by my mutuals and friends. enjoy

(more under the cut)

also this one because i startedfeeling guilty for what i was doing to him LMFAOOO

[the-mpreg-guy]

Your ask and follow up post about Dean being forced into the role of an idealised Mary mother figure and Sam perpetuating Johns parentification of Dean because that was the version of Dean he relied on and grew up with, thus stepping into the role of 'John' literally blew my hair back,,, MOTHER BROTHER DEAN, IM CLUTCHING MY HEAD IM CRAWLING UP THE WALLS!!!!!! Also, in a way, I think Dean stepping into the role of nurturer and caregiver (in essence, a maternal role) for Sam is often the root of peoples exploration of Dean and his gendered identity. Like, on one hand he's this hyper masculine man's man gun toting hunter, but on the other he's the closest thing his baby brother has to a maternal presence. Which begs the question, which act is a performance? (BOTH!!! BOTH ARE GENDERED PERFORMANCES) Am I making sense???

This has been sitting in my inbox for a while bc I enjoy rotating it. A lot of people like to bring up Dean perpetuating anger and violence (which Imo he doesn't in the way people say he does but that's another post), but they constantly miss the fact that the most damaging cycle that Sam and Dean BOTH perpetuate is Dean's parentification. It's damaging for Dean because he's never going to pick his best interests over protecting Sam, and it's damaging for Sam because it locks him in this cycle of "why won't you trust me" without ever setting himself up as a peer to Dean.

Re: gender performance, I do find it fascinating that John's parentification in Dean manifests in Dean overcompensating in his masculinity. You could argue that it's John specifically modeling that for him, BUT I could also see a case for Dean trying to balance the act being Sam's parent and John's Mary replacement with trying to be his own person and it manifests in him modeling his behavior off what he assumes masculinity should be.

[cypresswood3]

Silly joke came to me when I was thinking about Stay in Addison Larson hchchcbfxb

Your honor he's a SIMP

Oh Larson baby it only gets worse 💕

HELLO I'M EATING THIS?? I'M DEVOURING IT?? YAY??? I LOVE YOUR ARTSTYLE I LOVE YOUR LARSON !! 💋💋

Oh he is a simp. He has no idea how bad it's gonna get. He may be suffering now but just you wait. He's gonna be suffering more.

Cherish your time with your wet loser boyfriend, Larson. He's not gonna be a fan of your little human sacrificing habits (scandalous). That bed gonna be cold and empty real soon 💕

[supahstarrr]

rambling.

i don't know if it's just me but hope peak labeling Xander as an "ultimate rebel" feels soooo insanely shady of them to do and so backhanded. like can i- we just talk about that for a moment. i Think too much. one could argue that they used a term with simpler meaning such as 'rebel' to refer to his activism and revolutionist work for the general public to digest the complexity & heaviness of what he stands for & does while getting the gist of what he specializes in.

thing is that this term has negative connotations which are usually heightened when applied to young adults and teenagers. typically this term is attached to an certain appearance and how the behavior affects others more than what is being said itself. that way when it is applied to people, it is used as as a way to dismiss their genuine criticisms of the status quo. it's assumed they're not justified to feel so strongly about criticizing norms in society because of it's heavy association with young people and as i've mentioned, how it makes others feel when you are critical of norms.

using the words "revolutionist" and "activist" may be uncomfortable but at least it directly tells you the complexity going behind his work and perhaps beliefs. yet using "rebel" is such an interesting word to describe his work, as it appears more like Hope peak is undermining his work & beliefs and calling him a trouble maker at once. even more so as he is a pretty young person himself, it is assumed by the story that he is a fresh adult going into college and finally facing the real world.

if hopes peak is willing to treat his work and activism like this, there is the question to why let him be in college in the first place? why bother accepting a student like this if they're aware that he will be a reflection of the school. hope's peak actions make the title of his more suspicious, specifically their cover-ups. i can't help but interpret Xander's presence in the college being thought of because Hope's peak wanted him into the school hoping that he could be "tamed" or perhaps watched, while taking advantage of his image by making the school appear "progressive" than it is.

there are various of possibilities to why Hope peak even got the thought in the first place, i have a few but this post is going on too long and i need to sleep. i don't know what to end this post at because these are just random thoughts i got.

as much as Hope's peak is very suspicious and calculated, his ultimate title seems unnecessarily damn petty to the point it's kind of funny.

[rekino2114]

(It's been long enough since her secret was revealed so thought I'd say this)

If I had a nickel for every time I fell in love with a woman who loves horror and struggles with self-harm I'd have 2 nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice

[frickingnerd]

don't go back to him

pairing: fuyuhiko kuzuryu x gn!reader

summary: fuyuhiko has been tolerating your boyfriend for long enough now. but this time, he won't let you go back to him!

tags: abusive relationship (reader & their boyfriend), fuyuhiko supporting reader, protective & worried!fuyuhiko

“he can't keep on treating you like this…”

fuyuhiko had you wrapped in his arms, a grim look on his face, as he felt your quietly cry against his chest. he couldn't stand to see you like this anymore, all because of that boyfriend of yours! he treated you like shit, yet you always kept running back to him!

“i don't care what you're saying, i'm not letting you go back to that asshole. he doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as you…”

fuyuhiko mumbled out the last part, his grip on you tightening. he really didn't want to let you go again! he knew that no matter how badly your boyfriend treated you, you always took him back. he knew that as soon as he let you go, you'd run back into his arms…

“he… he didn't mean to–” you quietly stuttered out, trying to defend your boyfriend. but fuyuhiko only pushed you away from him, so that he could look into your eyes, his expression as serious as never before.

“he doesn't deserve you! and i won't let him come near you again! he'll only keep on hurting you, why can't you see that!?”

you stared at fuyuhiko for a second, before you started to cry again. with a sigh, fuyuhiko pulled you into his arms again, as he gently patted your head.

“don't cry, idiot.” he sighed. “i'm not mad at you… okay, maybe i am a bit mad! but no matter if i'm mad at you or if we're fighting, i'm still going to be here for you! and i'll protect you, always!”

you nodded softly and fuyuhiko gently rested his chin on top of your head.

“promise me, don't go back to him. you can stay here all you want… but please, don't run back to him and let him hurt you again! just… stay with me, alright? you're safe here…”