#that's the comfort night gives for me

[diamondzart]

Two goofy ahh muppets cuddling

[elodieunderglass]

Horror isekai where Perceiving the Weird Eldritch Thing gets you catapulted into a nightmare labyrinth of puzzle-solving.

I.e Those Who Perceive The Hunt of the Goblin King Must Partake In The Labyrinth and Can Only Be Freed If They Complete It In One Day and One Night. By Fae Law. For Reasons.

But the definition of “perception” clearly needs to be updated because some normal guy simply films the Hunt of the Goblin King Behind Arby’s, and puts it on Facebook -

No, not instagram or TikTok, it’s important that it be Facebook -

Because the rules are pretty clear, “the rules are the rules” as is carved ominously in elvish runes above the grim gate, and the Contract is Sealed. and so therefore the guy and 25 of their most random real-life acquaintances must run the gauntlet together. It’s Some Guy, their immediate neighbors, their first partner’s mom, their friends from hobby Facebook groups (oh this poor guy and their hobbies; the elderly birdwatchers from Facebook and the young up-and-coming drag king community), their random teen kid niece, college friends, a dog who also watched the video, a couple consisting of a woman who is the guy’s Facebook friend and showed her husband the video, and the husband doesn’t even know Some Guy, so he’s in the labyrinth and absolutely furious about being forced to be involved, and they proceed to break up over the course of the puzzle.

It’s important that the narrative keeps trying to be a sexy dark horror isekai! but within this the comedic reality of Catherine, 52, the guy’s horse-riding instructor, being passionately involved in escape-room-style puzzle solving and grappling with minor goblins. They are in fact speedrunning the gauntlet.

The Goblin King finally has to say: all right, actually, I only really set all this up to fuck with one (1) guy at a time, thanks for your willingness to participate, but I think all 25 of you can consider the gauntlet fully run.

And the group would be quite hurt by that. The rules are the rules. We have a contract, actually. Let Catherine cook.

[lazylittledragon]

isn't it weird how if you get up at 7 or 8, do your work all day, then have free time and go to bed at 11 that's absolutely fine

but if i said i get up at 10, do fun stuff in the morning then work in the evening and go to bed late, i could be called lazy, nevermind that i'm getting just as much or MORE work done as i would in a traditional work day

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

"At a time when my life felt scattered and incomplete, the fantasy world of The Parent Trap, and the warm and maternal presence of Chessy, provided me with a dream of gluing the pieces of it together. The film, though not explicitly queer, still provides a sort of utopia of queer acceptance, connection and love. [...] Some days I still think that maybe all I need is a hug from Lisa Ann Walter and I will be all right." - Michael Elias (x)

Lisa Ann Walter as Chessy in The Parent Trap (1998)

[writingjourney]

tea // secondo // 430 words, comfort, gn, sfw

The sleeve of his baggy shirt catches at the handle of the drawer. You're momentarily pulled backwards, trying to swallow the sound of annoyance that threatens to spill alongside the tea you just brewed.

It's the first cool night of a dawning autumn but the old stone walls of the abbey have trapped the heat of the past week and are reluctant to let go. You were hoping for a comfortable night wrapped up in fuzzy blankets – instead you lay awake, somehow still running too hot. Or it could have been the anxiety that would not let your body come to rest, that had you feeling like you were melting out of your skin.

You quietly sit on the sill of the open window, skin tingling against the cool night air, a stark contrast to the hot mug in your hands. The grounds are quiet, every breath crisp in your nose. The first sip burns on your tongue and you take another, allowing the liquid to linger in your mouth until the pain fades away.

Soft footsteps. Of course. You have no words so you sit and wait until bare feet come to rest by your side. Secondo sits on the other end of the sill, one hand travelling up your bare leg, smoothing out the goosebumps.

"At least you stole my shirt" he states as he settles. "Do you wish to get sick?"

You present the mug as though the tea would protect you from the chill. Secondo remains unimpressed, perpetually scrutinizing gaze fixed on your face, no doubt seeing the dried tears, the tremor of your lips from a clenched jaw, the deep furrow of your brow.

He relieves you of the mug, takes a long sip. His face contorts at the obscene amount of sugar you added but he does not comment, hands it back to you wordlessly. Soft, warm fingers tangle with yours for a moment before he reaches over to the couch. He drapes the hand-knit blanket over your legs, bends over until his lips press gently to your forehead.

You relax your face and he seems content, settles in beside you and steals half the heat underneath the blanket. You stretch your cold feet until they come to meet his stomach and despite a slight jolt he can't hide his smile. His hands rub along your shins, massaging the warmth back into you. You take another sip and this time it has the desired, calming effect. But perhaps it's not the tea after all, perhaps it's the knowledge that he shared it with you.

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[floofyroro]

My god.

I’m rewatching S2E14 ‘Tipping Point’ and am reminded once again of the terrors that Crosshair experienced while on Tantiss.

As a collective, we realize he’s traumatized. But that still feels like an understatement because do we actually know the extent of his trauma? Are we aware of everything they did to him?

I wonder what was running in his mind as Hemlock began his ‘interrogations.’

Did he think,“Is this what my life has lead up to? Is this what I was made for?”

I’d imagine he went through a maelstrom of emotions. Denial, anger, grief, anguish. Maybe it went something along the lines of,

“Why did they leave me?”

Or

“Perhaps I’m meant to suffer. I deserve this.”

I’m just… feeling so deeply for him right now. And knowing that he makes it out alive, that he gets to retire on Pabu is enough solace to not spiral too deeply into his pain, but this still hurts like a mother.

[crooked-hourglass]

Papa Emeritus IV - Language of Nameless Ghoul Flowers 

Impera Era Flowers | More Artwork | Socials and Prints

For more info about this piece/series, see under the keep reading link

After finishing all of the Impera Ghouls, I eventually wanted to combine all of their flowers, and I thought that using Papa IV to bring them together made sense as he is at the centre of the Ghouls. I tried to lay the Ghoul’s flowers out in the same/similar positions that they are on stage, and I also used the opportunity to rework some of the flowers as by the end of the series my colour work definitely improved. Names and meanings of all the flowers are listed on their individual posts, under {this} tag. 

I had multiple ideas for how the Ghouls got given their flowers (other than me trawling the internet and reading books), and one idea I had is that they were given to them by Copia - on “birthdays”, as thank you’s after tours and spontaneous gifts when they’re feeling under the weather. I’d like to think that Mountain would dedicate sections of the Ministry’s gardens to each of their flowers. Flowers have always been one of my favourite gifts to receive, especially when thought has been put into them. So yeah, that’s my comfort hc for this series. 

[kolawy]

Surprise hug!

just my usual dose of self indulgent nightlight art dont mind me

it's funny that i've drawn pretty much nothing but these two for over a month

[simplepotatofarmer]

so my grandma died thirty minutes ago. i feel really out of it and helpless because i'm not there and i can't be there. i don't know what to do. i'm sorry.

[alluralater]

Lemme just say I read that entire rant about that girl on your tags and holy shit that’s cute- 😭

THANK YOU I ADORE HER!!!!! i wanna hold her hair back and whisper from on my knees behind her all the things i love about her while she gets her throat fucked

[pmpwbrrs]

I'm pretty much in love with your off string au could you ramble more abt it .,. I'd be extremely happy to read it

Im glad you like it and thank you for reminding me that I wrote this, and giving a reason to ramble <3!! Sadly i don't have anything to really add? But I'll say what i kept to myself i guess!

I keep remembering about one of the things ghostlycoze said.

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I actually REALLY like this idea. I don't think ALL iterators are gonna have this problem, because not all iterators, i like to think, associate themselves with their puppet? And they are all different. But i love thinking about how some of them look up at the sky, and see endless heavy clouds produced by their still giant, powerful colleagues(family? friends?), while they are here, small, and so vulnerable. I like to think that that the longer they stare at the bottomless, grey sky, the more they can't tear the eyes away. How they feel their new heart beating faster now, and it makes them nauseated and more stuck in this moment – because this heart is beating like a mouse's. So fast, they can feel it, they can hear it, in their neck, in their chest. And it's foreign. The sky is foreign. The choking dampness of the air is foreign, the wet cold soil is foreign. THEY are foreign. Can they be even considered an iterator? How? They are not even the same person, how can they still call themselves an iterator?

What have they done to themselves?

I don't think some iterators even manage to handle this. I think some of them, with no way of returning to a previous live, take an easy way out. Or at least risk it – after all, they don't know what the Cycle thinks of not only iterators, but of an abomination like them.

For some of them this is not freedom. For some of them, freedom is impossible to obtain, even when they have risked it all and threw away everything that made them who they were.

Or maybe, for some of them, at some point – standing in the cold, wet soil, becomes a sort of relieve. Perhaps, for some of them, the damp air and the now rumbling, endless sky, become more welcome. Maybe it's better for them, than what they were before. Maybe they'll get used to this, even if it's so hard it makes their head heavy, and their breath quickened, and even when they are not what they were, and never will be. Maybe as they breath in, they'll be reminded that they are no longer stuck because they've been given no other choice, but they are stuck on their own accord. Maybe that makes them ecstatic. Or, yet again, scared, or regretful. Or guilty. It depends on an individual. But overall, it's hard for all of them. And not all of them can or wants to deal with this.

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I also remember I was thinking about «what if Pebbles is saved only in Saint's era?». But the more I thought about it, the more sad and existential I became, and I never got around to drawing anything, because the idea of slowly losing yourself and all your memories terrifies me.

I think, if Pebbles is saved in Saint's time, there is no way to bring him the way as he once was. It's just NO WAY, i can't believe it. His whole body had fucking giant TEARS in it, there wasn't a single place left of him, his neurons are now squashed by 574020 kms of rot, 30942 kms of metal and dead organic and his flesh, and 2933892 kms of snow, he's a home for fauna and flora now. He will never come back. MAYBE some neurons will help?? But i don't think they will, or that they should help as much as they helped Moon.

Pebbles cannot recover fully. Of course, care and patience and not being in his corpse will help, slowly, but still not a whole lot.

I wonder how Moon would feel about him. How everyone would feel. And mainly, how Pebbles would feel.

I already somewhat explored the idea of Pebbles losing his memories. It was an animatic about his life flashing before his eyes, but wrong and twisted, and he can't remember the names of the people he cared about, but he feels guilt and shame, and in the end he gets ascended (right now animatic is abandoned).

But... If he's off string....

Imagine how painful it is to look in the eyes of a person and know that you did something horrible to them, but you can't remember what it was, and you can barely even remember who this person is. All you know is that you love them, and that you have hurt them. How would their forgiveness feel? Would Pebbles feel weird relief? Confusion? Grief? Will it even help?

Will he feel anger and an inexplicable sting of pain when they look at him with pity? How would he feel if he saw people's hope when they think he might remember something, but he just can't?

I already said that "iterator off string is not even the same person", but in the case of Five Pebbles in Saint's time, I think it applies to him even more. He's not the same person even before he gets out.

How would he feel being so small and fragile, but being aware of it, now? How aware is he, really? Has he even agreed to go off string? Could he agree? How would HE feel about the stuff I said earlier? The sky, the snow under his feet, the freezing, biting wind?

I don't like making things all dark and gloomy and no hope FOREVER only SUFFERING though. I think there are ways to help Pebbles and to heal. For all of them, really. Sure, as I said, I like to think there's not much you can do to help FP, but there are ways. And in the end, even though he doesn't have his memories, and he's scared and confused, and he's weak and small, and he's in pain, and he feels cold – he's with people he loves, and who love him. I think it's beautiful. And I think it's an improvement on rotting away in the snow and listening to the same tune until the end of time. And now he gets warm much more often.

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That's pretty much it? I didn't think about off string that much. I GUESS there are also some fanfiction i wrote, but ehh + I'm shy about my writing + it's russian and needs translation + it doesn't focus the on a dread of being off-string and all that, so I'm not gonna show that.

A lot of people left really interesting thoughts in tags on this post with nsh though, so I recommend you to check them out, they are lovely <3

[dylanconrique]

lucy waking up from a nightmare about her DOD and being comforted by tim is so detrimental to me. i need it more than the oxygen that fills my lungs.

[lala-blahblah]

I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.

[simptasia]

my mum died last night

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I haven't known how to exactly phrase this so I've held off, though I'd like to try now! The Lights Off AU brings me some sort of.. Strange comfort? Strange reassurance? About the whole "Hey yeah, everything you know is not real, actually!" Which, at least for us, as a DID System is just.. the norm? False memories of a media or a very obviously different 'world' are something that are just in our head. (Not delusions, we are aware they are fabricated. But we're also aware that they felt real to us.) So to have a piece of media where people also go through that, being a system or not? It's... Strangely comforting to know that you aren't the only person on the world who could feel that way, even if it's just a fictional story. I hope none of this is weird or too strange! I'm not sure how much/if you know about DID (not to mention the stigma) so I'd rather try to explain the more confusing terms as short as I can. There's a lot more I could say as well, but I don't want this to drag on too much or be too complex about this explaination. I hope you're doing well for yourself Bog! :]

sorry it took me so long to get to this! longer asks need more thought and time and energy, and i admit it got a little Buried under other asks!

i know a bit about DID - not nearly enough to say that i know what I'm talking about, but i've made sure to do research to better understand it!

but anyway i'm glad i could give that to you, even in a small way! that's the whole purpose of fiction, i think - to bring people comfort and catharsis and validation through viewing the self in the other, however unintentional it may be! i hope this silly little au continues to provide that - and i hope that if i ever write a fic for it, it does the experience justice <3

[blueshykitsune-blog]

Hey don't forget sometimes it's okay to cry.

Some people laugh while crying, it could be hysteria.

However that's okay too. To cry and laugh.

To laugh or smile when your in pain. It's your way of expressing.

Some cry when happy too. It can be a happy cry. To much joy maybe.

It's okay to be angry. People have limits on the rude comments they can take.

Feeling jealous can cause anger. It's okay if that's what you feel.

People can feel angry when sad or vice versa.

Sometimes you can instantly turn angry. Sometimes even the slightest of things can make you angry. It's okay.

Sometimes you feel things you don't want to. It's just a part of being alive. It is healthy to let yourself feel emotions. Even if others do not understand. Even if others seem to judge. Even if others shame on it. That doesn't change that having feelings is valid and everyone experiences them.

People just experience emotions and feelings differently, some might be similar but others are different. Doesn't make feeling less important.

However feels can be bad. Sometimes they hurt you or others. It that's the case take tome to relax, calm, and reflect on it and see what you can change. Sometimes it's others who need to change.

Sometimes you need to feel what others consider negative. Like even grieving, boundaries being pushed, seeing others hurt by others, being hurt yourself, and many other reasons. Feeling a negative emotion isn't bad. It's just a part of being alive.

Sometimes they are telling you to take a break, or that you are taking too long of a break. However some still are harmful. Explaining how you feel is something children are supposed to learn. Yet many of us never did or when we did we got hurt ourselves.

However that's because there are so many who refuse to believe that you are supposed to feel negative sometimes. It's not bad. And of you ever get told feeling negative is only bad then maybe change up who your around or what you see online. If you need help doing either of those then please, don't feel afraid to ask. Especially someone like me.

Even if I feel too it doesn't mean I won't listen. Actually it means I have experience that could help you out. And no it doesn't matter how old you are as many people experience different things and also known others whom been through things they haven't themselves. There's also the thought of knowing what to do if you ever do have something happen that you've never felt yourself before.

I and many would agree that you need to feel emotions, just make sure no one gets hurt, even yourself and if they do apologize. Even if your apologizing to yourself. I promise you it can help. Go look in a mirror and apologize to yourself. No matter what for. That is if you want to. No rush. Of course no rush. And I know many don't like looking at themselves so I won't force you too.