#anime comfort

[hail-ey-m]

яαу—ιη¢σяяє¢т qυσтєѕ

!!TW: None!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Ray: Y/n and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Y/n: Sentences.

Ray: Don't interrupt me.

Y/n: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Ray: Killed without hesitation.

Y/n: No.

Ray: So what do you do?

Y/n: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers.

Ray: Wow, impressive.

Y/n: Then I'll move on to Leos.

Y/n: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Ray: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Y/n: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Y/n: What did you do?

Ray: Nobody died.

Y/n: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Y/n: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment!

Ray: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

Ray, talking to Y/n on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?

Y/n: You bet!

Ray: At what temperature?

Y/n: 535.

Ray: That's the clock.

Y/n:

Ray:

Y/n: 536.

Y/n: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Ray: Oh, I’m always running

Ray: The question is from what

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© 2023 Shiggy | All Rights Reserved | No portion of this work may be used or adapted in any way without the author's explicit consent.

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝕆𝕜𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖...

Being absolutely passed out asleep in the wee small hours of the morning. Resting in shear darkness, minus the faint shimmer of the nightlight Ed insisted on putting in your bedroom. Nothing but the sweet sounds of empty space, and new adventures for the day to come, filling your ears.

A gentle tapping at your door interrupting this peaceful silence.

Stirring awake only to hear it again. “Come on in, Spike.” mumbling as you already know who it is.

Aforementioned male entering your bedroom with his metaphorical tail between his legs. His hair being both poofy and stuck to his forehead, but nonetheless disheveled. Him looking exhausted, but bleary eyed and fearful.

“Bad dream?” Asking as you sit up, rubbing your eyes.

Spike shuddering out a breath as he nods. “Real bad.”

Sighing in sympathy as you open up your covers, patting the empty space on the other side of the bed. “Come on in, water’s fine.” a yawn finishing your illy-timed joke.

The bounty hunter letting out a puff of air through his nose, showing his amusement. Him hesitantly settling down into your bed and pulling the covers back up.

“G’Night, Spike.” whispering as you turn away from him.

“N-Night.” him replying shakily.

Spike trying to lay back and fall asleep, ultimately failing due to his fear of entering his dream once more. Him sighing dejectedly as he stares up at the ceiling.

“You can’t stand to fall back asleep can you?” turning to face him, finally taking in his horrified face. “Hey.”

Holding the side of his face and looking dead in his fearful eyes, “You’re safe here, Spike.”

Moving your own hand down to take his own, and resting his head on your chest, watching relief wash over him almost instantly.

“I’ve got you, space cowboy.”

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[mrskokushibo]

And I guess it really is like this ....

[fubblers]

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[lovuletters]

💌Dear My Fan💌Mayoi💌

a/n your fan letter receives a reply. warning for negative self-talk.

Dear Fan-san,

I'm sorry you have to support someone like me...

Surely you must do it out of pity? Or some kind of sick joke? Maybe I am rude for assuming such terrible things of you. Aira-san cheers for idols with all of his heart. It would be much kinder of me to assume that you do the same for me.

So, I will try not to apologize... Instead, I will thank you for your support. I am not worthy to have the gaze of someone so pure turned in my direction. I mess up a lot in lives and tend to creep people out. But I will try to accept your love.

Tatsumi-san says humans are good, after all.

But I suppose I am subhuman...

That's no good. I shouldn't force my worries onto you.

In the end, I wanted to thank you for writing to me. I am so glad to receive fan letters and your words were very kind. I am a little happy that such words of kindness were for me and not for another idol... Even if I have trouble accepting those words... I am happy ♡

I hope you enjoy the snapshot I sent along with my letter. I was afraid to send such an unpleasant image, but Aira-san said any fan would be grateful.

I also put some stickers in from my collection. I don't think a lot of fans know this, but I very much enjoy cute things ♡

Well, I suppose that's why I love my fans so much ♡

I hope someone as kind as you can find it in their heart to write to someone as lowly as me at least one more time. I would love to know more about you. Do you like cute things as well? What compelled you to write to me? Though I'm not sure if I can handle the answer to that second question...

Thank you for looking upon this wretched form,

[nomad-argoz]

Ah sweet anguish...

Thought I'd be comfort watching soul eater only to end up a tearful mess 6 times over about sad mistreated kids just trying their best for life and friendships sake

[neuroticboyfriend]

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

[artbylittlebug]

[notbrucewayne48]

"aphobia doesn't exist"

bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it

[yuushin7]

"Home"🥰 my take on latest chapter but with fanficky flavor.

[myuminji]

candlelight

this certain dynamic abt millywood that goes beyond wolfwood simply yearning for milly—how he deems her as a mother, a lover, an enemy, a friend, a curse, a salvation—how milly becomes a symbol he can't put into a word, and it scares him and he wants to bury himself in it and beg for forgiveness all the same...

wolfwood knowing he has nothing to be forgiven of (that he's a sinful, sinful man) but THE YEARNING FOR ONE. the thought of how getting close to her feels like it'll melt away his 'impurities' (which is him entirely, he'll be GONE), but still clinging to her as both humanity and a heretic icon of worship......

[hail-ey-m]

ѕнυη кαι∂σ--ιη¢σяяє¢т qυσтєѕ

!!TW: None!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Kaido, standing with his back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Y/n.

Y/n: How did you do that without turning around?

Kaido: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Kaido: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Y/n: Oh, you’ve been?

Kaido: Once. In Monopoly.

Kaido: A theif.

Y/n: Thief?

Kaido: Theif.

Y/n: I before E, except after C.

Kaido: Thceif.

Y/n: No.

Kaido: So that’s my plan.

Y/n: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Kaido: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Y/n: It fucking sucks.

Kaido: That’s not constructive criticism.

Y/n, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Kaido: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Y/n: It’s dark in here

Kaido: Don’t worry dude I got this

Kaido: *Stomps his feet*

Kaido: *Skechers light up*

Y/n: Okay, truth or dare?

Kaido: Truth

Y/n: How many hours have you slept this week?

Kaido:

Kaido: ...Dare

Y/n: Go to bed.

Kaido: I don’t like this game.

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© 2023 Shiggy | All Rights Reserved | No portion of this work may be used or adapted in any way without the author's explicit consent.

[duckymcdoorknob]

oops self indulgence, sorry y’all.

Anyways- uh.

Here’s me grasping for any comfort bc I’m shit at letting myself feel things when others are grieving.

CW BELOW THE CUT: Mentions of d3ath, reader is grieving hardcore, but also hiding their emotions.

So for the person who… yk, they were special to you and everyone in the group, but you most of all. They can be seen as your mentor as well.

𝐾𝑜𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑜

The day started as it always did. Time progressed as it always did. Evening went by as it always did, until you got the call.

You were alone, thankfully. You were seated at a skate park bench, watching as Reki and Miya desperately tried to match Langa’s trick. Observing Shadow laughing at their attempts, but always being there to help them up when they fell.

That’s when your phone rang.

Checking to see the contact, you noticed that it was a person that you barely spoke to. Someone you don’t remember ever having a conversation with over the phone.

You figured it couldn’t be a good sign, so you picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

Their voice was thick with remorse, heaving sobs as they muttered the earth-shattering news.

“(Name)… they’re gone.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re dead, (Y/N).”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You couldn’t feel anything in the moment, for you were far too shocked at the information you had taken in. “Oh no, I’m so sorry… is there anything I can do for you right now?” You managed to keep a steady flow of calm words.

“No… I just need to be alone for a minute. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

And with that, you were left in silence.

As the words finally struck deep, you found yourself covering your mouth with your hand. Using every ounce of strength you could muster, you kept your tears at bay.

It took you a while, but you finally managed to choke them back. With shaking limbs, you attempted to stand up from your bench.

However, your body wouldn’t let you. You fell back down, bracing yourself with your unsteady arms.

Cherry caught a glimpse in his peripheral, hastily stepping over to you. “What’s wrong? Why did you fall?” His words were sweet as his hands rested on top of yours.

You swallowed thickly, lifting your head. “The boys are going to be devastated…” You whispered, “(Name) is dead.”

It would be a lie to say that Cherry masked his initial shock perfectly. The pink-haired man definitely recoiled a bit, but nonetheless pulled you into a tight hug. “I’ll talk to the kids. I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I know how special they were to you.”

Your head fell downward, the crown of it resting on the center of his torso. “I’ll be okay. I’m just worried about Miya and Reki.”

With a hand on your shoulder, Cherry replied. “It’s true that they wear their hearts on their sleeve, but please don’t let them be the reason that you don’t allow yourself what’s due.”

You lifted your head and smiled at him, “I won’t.”

Kaoru removed you from his hug, but kept a hand braced on your waist to help you up. “Let’s go talk to Kojiro.”

With Cherry’s help, you were able to slowly rise to your feet. The two of you took careful steps toward Joe, Cherry’s concerned gaze never faltering on your wobbly stature.

“Kojiro.” An emotionless beckon from his childhood friend gave Joe reason to believe that something was very wrong.

“What? What’s-“ his eyes turned to you, flicking between your clouded irises, and the hand bracing you upward. “Tell me what the hell happened, now.”

“Get the kids, it’s important.” Cherry replied in a monotone, not daring to lose his cool.

“Kaoru what the f-“

“(Name) is dead.” You answered stoically.

The green-haired male’s eyes widened. “Are they really?”

“Yeah. I’m just waiting to tell the boys.” You murmured. “Kaoru, I’m okay. I can stand now.”

“What are we going to do?” Cherry whispered to his companion.

“What we should. Hiromi will be able to at least keep them calm.” Joe cupped his hands around his mouth, “HIROMI! REKI! LANGA! MIYA!”

Upon hearing the urgency in Joe’s tone, the four males came quickly to where the three of you were standing.

“What happened?” Shadow asked, resting his board on his hip.

“I need the four of you to listen, and please take this seriously.” Cherry’s voice was yet to leave its low tone, further reminding you of how seriously he took the matter. “What I’m about to tell you is not going to be easy news.”

Hiromi placed his hand on Miya’s back and Langa carefully slid his hand into Reki’s.

“(Name) is dead.” The words flowed from Kaoru’s lips effortlessly as you closed your eyes to breathe.

Your heart shattered into pieces as you watched Miya instantly break down into fits of painful sobs. Shadow knelt down to hold the boy close to him.

Reki tried his best to hide it, but you quickly ran towards him and wrapped him in a hug as he slowly let out his cries.

“I know… it’s gonna be okay. I know how much they meant to you.” You muttered, carefully running your hand along his head.

Langa sat criss-crossed on the ground, going radio silent as Joe secretly placed a supportive hand on Cherry’s waist.

The news rocked the group’s world, but you still didn’t know how to process the information..

The next day came, and everyone grieved in their own ways. Miya refused to pick up his board, Langa still hadn’t said a word, Reki excused himself to the bathroom more often than usual, Shadow worked tirelessly to get the perfect bouquet for the grave, Cherry stress-cleaned the apartment that he shared with Joe, and the latter found himself working late almost every night.

You, on the other hand, were stuck in comfort mode. You wanted nothing more than for your friends to be happy again. You missed seeing their smiles, and being stuck in the middle of their antics. Worst of all, you were yet to cry. You were so worried about your friends having to comfort you in their time of need, so you chose to stay unbothered.

In reality, the memories came crashing in all at once, and you were greatly suffering. Due to your close relationship with (Name), the news affected you immensely. You just didn’t want to be the one being comforted when others needed it “more.”

After another day had passed, Joe suggested for the gang to come to Sia La Luce for dinner. With no surprise, everyone came. You were hurting, and had no outlet for help, so you weren’t exactly excited to go, but you figured the kids would need you.

Everyone was trying their best to keep high morale. Hiromi made sure to sit next to Miya, resting his hand on the boy’s back once again while they watched video game Easter egg videos. Reki and Langa were spectating Joe and Cherry’s veggie chopping contest in earnest.

You observed the scene with a smile; things seemed to be going back to normal. Your eyes drifted to the corner of the kitchen, then instantly flushed with tears. You had locked onto a photo of (name) with you and Joe. You couldn’t believe he kept it hung up…

“(Y/N)? What’s the matter?” Langa asked gently, eyes sympathetic as his words gained the attention of the two oldest males.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry! Just lost in thought I guess.” You let out a watery chuckle, attempting to stop your tears. To your dismay, they would not stop flowing down your cheeks.

“Hiromi, Kaoru.” Joe called, washing his hands. “Take the kids outside.”

“But Joe-“ Langa attempted to argue as he was being beckoned out of the door.

“(Y/N)’s safe with me. They’ll be okay.”

With that, you and Joe were alone in the restaurant. The green-haired male sat you down on one of the stools and took your hands in his. “Are you alright?” His voice was as soft as his gaze.

“I have to be.” You muttered absentmindedly.

“That’s not true.” He replied almost instantly, “You’re allowed to grieve too. (Name) meant the absolute world to you, and you to them. Just because we’re upset doesn’t mean that you aren’t able to be.”

To finish his words, Kojiro carefully wrapped you into a tight hug, running his hand along your head. “You’re allowed to feel your grief. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, and don’t you dare feel guilty for doing so.”

“I’ve got you… You’re gonna be okay, kiddo. Just let it all out.”

After the words of reassurance registered in your mind, your slow flow of tears turned into heavy sobs. Your pained cries broke Joe’s heart, but he knew you needed them. The man held you securely as you finally allowed yourself to lament.

For a good few minutes, there was nothing but anguished wails filling the silence in the room. And yet, there didn’t seem to be a need for words. It was painfully obvious that the kids were watching you through the window worriedly, but you ignored them.

After your tears almost subsided, you broke out of Joe’s embrace. “Thank you…” you whispered before going to open the door. Once you did, you were instantly pulled into a group hug from the younger boys.

As you hugged them back, you couldn’t help but notice Cherry placing a hand on a teary-eyed Joe’s shoulder.

You reached out and held his hand, squeezing firmly. You and Joe weren’t the closest of friends, but one thing was for certain: If he was there for you, you were there for him,

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[moumekie]

Pomnivibe

[rochichan]

i've always wanted to do a fanart so finally had time to get one done!! bocchi and her gals ^_^

[crescentfool]

reunion 🌸