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#comfort prompt: reassurance

serickswrites · 1 year

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Reassuring

Warnings: referenced injury, referenced captivity, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

“I’m fucking useless!” Whumpee growled in frustration as they failed to grab the cup set before them once more. “I can’t do anything!”

“Whumpee, love, it’s ok--” Caretaker said soothingly.

“It is not ok. NONE of this is ok.” Whumpee stood up suddenly. “I can’t do anything with this stupid useless arm!”

“Whumpee, love, I--”

“Why did you even bother saving me? I can’t do anything. I’m just a waste of space!” Whumpee’s voice got louder and louder with each word.

Caretaker could see the tears in Whumpee’s eyes. “Love, sit down.” They put a straw in Whumpee’s cup. “Here. That’s all I was going to say. It’s ok because I have a straw for you.”

“Oh,” Whumpee said anger suddenly deflating. They looked utterly defeated. Their time with Whumper had changed them. Physically and emotionally.

“And,” Caretaker sat down next to Whumpee, “I saved you because I love you. Not because you’re useful.”

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw referenced injury #tw referenced captivity #hurt/comfort #hurt/recovery #hurt/aftermath #caretaker and whumpee #amow #amow march-trope-a-thon #day 7 #prompt: angst #comfort prompt: reassurance #queue

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eloquent-edits · 3 months

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🗡️ It takes more than three words…

to say I love you in the ways you deserve 🗡️ words of affirmation prompts

“I can see that you care for them, even if you don’t say it directly. It’s in everything you do.”

“You deserve to relax.”

“That top complements your eyes really well!”

“Hey, you tried your best on that project. It may have fallen apart in the end—but you tried. That’s what matters.”

“I really admire how you stood up for them. That takes a lot of courage.”

“You make people feel safe. Like they can be themselves without judgment… at least that’s how I feel around you.”

“You’re looking less like you got dragged out of hell every day!” (“Thanks?” “Going to hell and back doesn’t mean you got any less attractive.”)

“I don’t think you were in the wrong. Now I’m not saying you were right, but you made a good point and I think they should consider that.”

“It’s okay to be just okay. I’m here for you no matter what.”

“We adore you! We want you around! You’re our friend, why wouldn’t we want to hang out with you?”

“You are worthy of love and friends and respect.”

“Keep going, you’re doing great!”

“Woah, that was sick. Can you teach me how to do that?”

“You look healthier, you really do.”

“I would be nervous too in your shoes. But you’d be telling me that I got this, so I’m telling you: You got this.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“I really care about you and want you to become the best version of yourself, whoever that may be.”

“Regardless of your gender, you’ll still be allowed in the treehouse.” (this came from a really funny and reassuring conversation with a friend LOL)

“I trust that you won’t hurt me.”

“You’re a really wonderful person. The world would be a better place with more people like you.”

#writing #writing prompts #prompts #character dynamics #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #otp prompts #comfort prompts #fanfic prompts #words of affirmation #reassurances #support prompts #tell them that you care in all the ways you can #I had to check myself and make sure these were words of affirmation because I’m not great at that personally #I’m much more of an acts of service type of person #but words are important too

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squintingcats · 9 months

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Caretaker praising Whumpee to help them feel less guilty/insecure about receiving care. Like saying “good job” or “I’m so proud of you” when a Whumpee drinks water, takes medicine, eats a bite of food, or does breathing exercises during a panic attack.

The Whumpee was punished their whole life for showing weakness and accepting help. Now, they have to be rewarded for doing just that.

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ogdoadfates · 1 year

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Fanfic Prompts: Bittersweet

For both romantic and platonic ships! Bittersweet is one of my fav categories~

“We aren’t blood related but you’re the most important family member of mine, you know that right?”

“Can you stay with me just a little longer?”

“I’m doomed to be lonely for the majority of my life, but I’m glad we’ve made the memories we have”

“It’s going to be a long road but I’m content.”

“How about one last adventure?”

“I know we didn’t talk much but either way I just want you to know, you were a big part of my life and I’m thankful for every second we got to spend together.”

“Can you stay up with me?”

“Can you just please listen to me! Just this once. Please.”

“We won’t grow old together will we?” “No, but we made memories that’ll outlive even us.”

“You’re only a memory to me now, but you’re my most cherished memory.”

Bringing the other out to watch the stars on a sad anniversary

Helping the other stop people pleasing because it’s destroying them.

Happy hangout/date that turns sour due to one of them having a medical emergency.

Staying up late to finally see the other who’s been over workings and falling asleep before they come home, they only getting home way later then expected and just seeing the other asleep with food wrapped up waiting for them.

Watching the other try to power through a event but their slowly cracking under the pressure, being unable to help them till after.

“Some day the world will forget us, yet I find myself oddly content.”

Helping the other through a bad day but it’s slowly breaking you down as well till they notice.

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jordanstrophe · 11 months

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Whumpee’s tortured unconscious, unaware that in the time they were out, they were found and rushed to the hospital.

They awaken through a nightmare, screaming, crying, a stranger to the absence of pain. Someone is holding them by their shoulders, saying “Easy, you’re safe, you’re in a hospital. You were out for a while.”

The world switched too quickly to comprehend it. This must be a lie, a hallucination, a cruel misguided trick. They can see their torso wrapped in bandages hiding away injuries they knew were there.

“Don’t look down. Look at me.” Caretaker bent their head into their view.

“H-how... Did this ha-happen?” Whumpee whispered. Caretaker furrowed their brow, but did well to keep their face calm.

“You’re going to be okay, that’s all that matters.” They softly smiled.

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snowheartsz · 2 months

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fuck sex these bitches need a deep, LONG ASS hug where they don’t let go for a while and just soak into each other’s arms like the other’s heartbeat is their oxygen they so desperately need as they bawl their eyes out

#is this about good omens? yes #can this be interpreted as anything else? absolutely go fucking wild #good omens #aziracrow #touch starved #reassurance #little things #hugs #comfort prompts #angst prompts

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writersloveroe · 1 year

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reassurance dialogue prompts

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

•”you’ll be okay, i promise,”

•”i’ll be right here,”

•”no one can hurt you anymore,”

•”you’re safe with me,”

•”i promise i’ll be right by your side,”

•”there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore,”

•”you can do this,”

•”everything will turn out fine,”

•”you won’t mess up,”

•”they’ll all love you,”

•”you’ll be fine,”

•”i promise i’m telling the truth,”

•”i’ll be here all night, you can sleep,”

•”i won’t let anyone hurt you,”

#reassurance #comfort #comfort prompts #comforting #whump tropes #dialogue ideas #character dialogue #fanfiction writer #fanfic #fanfiction prompts #writing prompt #story prompt #writers on tumblr #writing #encouraging words #whump dialogue #caretaker #dialogue prompt

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egirlkelly69 · 2 years

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Comfort and reassurance ➵ a dialogue prompt list

➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵➵♡➵♡➵

❝I'm not going anywhere,❞

❝I want you, and I'll be here for you no matter what it is you need.❞

❝I trust you more than anyone else,❞

❝You don't have to pretend, not with me, ever.❞

❝Your enough, you're always enough.❞

❝I can't imagine a world in which I don't adore you.❞

❝I'm all yours,❞

❝You have my full attention,❞

❝Who cares what they all think,❞

❝You make me feel alive,❞

➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵♡➵➵♡➵♡➵

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lavenoon · 11 months

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— “if you tell anyone i like to be the little spoon, i’ll deny we’ve ever met.”

Main AU with Moon? I'm feeling the sweet but playful vibes this morning ❤️

Sleeper Agents, Canon Drabble, ~2.2K Words

Exciting things are happening, with many imminent changes looming close. But Y/N still has to sleep, and Moon makes sure they feel safe as they do. Far be it from him to complain about the perks guard duty comes with.

Gotta give you some lack of chronological order and teasers for what's to come while I initially just wanted to write a little fluff drabble. Based on this (slightly altered) prompt: “if you tell anyone i like to be the little spoon, i’ll deny we’ve ever met.”

#answer let luce #naff asks #dcamv #accidentally undercover #it's a lil snack #lots of tooth rotting fluff with some good ol' teasing for what I have planned for the future #changed the wording of the prompt slightly to fit better with the context but its like. a very mild change fhdjs #good morning to you when you see this <3 #the sweet but playful sure came out big time in this one #with a side of comfort and reassurance #big spoon Y/N rights now

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whumpshots · 1 year

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Whump Snippet Saturday #24

Caretaker looks down at whumpee with a frown. The kid's been through too much shit and won't stop putting themselves in harms way, but nothing they say makes them finally stop and take a break.

Their gaze softens when whumpee cracks one eye open, looking directly at caretaker, a smile tugging at their lips. "Did we make it?", whumpee slurs softly and fights the exhaustion taking over.

"We did. You did a good job, kid," caretaker mutters and smiles assuringly. "The others are fine, thanks to you. So don't worry about them and get some rest," they add, already seeing the worried words ready to roll off the other's tongue.

Whumpee's hand moves ever so slightly, but caretaker gets the hint and reaches out to take and squeeze it softly. "You did good. Now sleep."

#whump #whump writing #whump drabble #caretaker #whumpee #caretaker whumpee relationship #found family #hurt/comfort #hurt #comfort #reassuring words #injured whumpee #aftermath of a fight #whump prompt #whump snippet #whump snippet saturday #whumpshots

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side-shuffling-hyperfixations · 17 days

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@whumpril Alt. Day 25: Reassurance

“I couldn’t remember,” Kara whispered, shaken systems rattling. “Zlatko wiped my memories and I couldn’t get them back. When I brought him his dinner, Alice was on the table. She was…”

Her little body was torn open, rivers of blood dripping into glistening pools on the table. Zlatko was humming as he worked, elbow deep in Alice’s stomach and Kara could only watch, blank and numb, useless, soulless, too late—

Luther’s hand on her back made her jump ever so slightly but she couldn’t bear to pull away. Breaths shuddering through cold, constricted vents, she pressed her face into his chest, trying to smother away the grisly mental image as his soothing voice rumbled through her.

“It was just a dream. You were stronger than he could have imagined and you found yourself again. You found her. She’s safe, Kara; you both are. He’s never going to hurt you again.”

#detroit become human #fanfiction #drabble and a half #kara dbh #luther dbh #kara x luther #whumpril2024 #whumprilday25 #alt prompt #reassurance #nightmares #hurt comfort

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imaginativeworks · 1 year

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Imagine Your OTP

Person A: “Why do you look at me like that? (Tilts their head to the side confusedly) Have I done something worthy of praise?” They asked shyly.

Person B: (with an admiring look) “Oh my dear, you always do~”

They answer as they take Person A’s hands in their own.

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wolfeyedwitch · 2 years

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soft words of reassurance for bailey (either canon or pariah prisoner version)

Pariah Prisoner, Part 4

So... I'm gonna just... deliberately misuse a comfort prompt in the name of furthering my plotline. Sorry. I promise I'll have more comfort soon. I have Plans. This also serves as my WIJ Day 6 entry for the prompt "Hold On".

Shoutout to anyone who can tell me the two TV shows I referenced here. Bailey is a nerd.

CW: blood, injury, swearing, implied past torture/abuse, (concussion, broken nose, dislocated shoulder already happened and are mentioned), stabbing

Masterlist

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“Okay,” Bailey muttered, trying to gather their thoughts. The scattered ideas felt like stained glass, sharp-edged and glittering. They wanted nothing more than to sit down and think of nothing while waiting for the worst of their pain to pass.

But they couldn’t. Their directions, their powers, were the only things that were going to get the heroes out of here.

There was a job that needed doing, so they would do it. It was as simple and difficult as that.

“Escape Plan A failed,” Bailey said, mostly to themself. “So we’re moving on to Plan D.”

“What happened to B and C?” Foxfire asked.

“Not applicable,” Bailey said. They wanted to make a joke of it, but it wasn’t the time. Anyway, they doubted the heroes would get the reference even if they made it.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Icarus said. Bailey warily gazed at him, wondering if he was being metaphorical or literal. “What’s Plan D?”

Metaphorical, then. Bailey let out a little sigh of relief. “Plan D is sneaking our way upstairs and going out through a window.”

There was a long moment of silence as Bailey worked on the door’s lock. Eventually, they turned to look at the heroes, who were giving them looks with varying shades of concern and doubt.

“What?” they asked.

“Could you elaborate on that plan?” Tempest asked.

“Because it seems a little…” Foxfire broke off.

Icarus finished for them. “Iffy.”

Oh. Well, that was fair. “There’s a set of service stairs. The lock for them is like this one, set into the wall, so Slipknot didn’t bother to set up cameras for them since they were the only one who could open it.”

The lock was an utter pain in the ass, honestly. It was barely more than a common turn-lock deadbolt, but the placement of it made it very secure. Slipknot could just reach in and turn the thing; Bailey had to work through a good few inches of wall to get at it.

Finally, they got a hold of the knob for the lock and started twisting. As they worked, they continued explaining. “Security is a lot tighter on the lower floors, since, you know, more likely area for breaking in and out. Which is why we’re not going there. There are enough blind spots on the higher levels that we can get to a window.”

The lock finally turned, and Bailey resisted the urge to pump their fist in triumph. They turned to face the heroes.

“The windows are reinforced,” Tempest said. “Shatterproof.”

Bailey gave a little nod. “Yeah. All of them. I have a plan for that too, though. That’s the part where timing is gonna be tricky, because I’ll have to get something, and it’s somewhere that’s monitored. We’ll have a small window of time to break the window and jump out.”

“Um…” Foxfire said. “Gravity?”

“Flight, wind, telekinesis,” Bailey said, pointing to Icarus, Tempest, and themself in turn. “Between the three of us, we should be fine. We don’t need to stop our fall, just slow it.”

Icarus still looked unconvinced, but Tempest just nodded. “Lead on,” he said.

Bailey opened the door, and the group made their way out. Bailey led them through the blindspots they’d mapped to the service stairs. They pressed themselves close to the wall while Bailey opened the locked door.

“If you can open this too, why didn’t Slipknot put surveillance up?” Icarus asked.

“Couldn’t do this originally,” Bailey said, frowning in concentration. The lock was sticking; it probably needed graphite, not that it was likely to get any.

“They don’t know you can open their special locks?” he pushed.

“No,” Bailey said, trying to keep their tone even. He had made them lose their grip on the fucking lock again. “This was self-taught, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The lock finally turned, and they opened the door to the stairs.

Now they just had to go up, and up, and up. Joy.

“How’d you learn, anyway?” Foxfire asked. Their voice was at least something more pleasant to focus on than the echoing clang of the group’s footsteps on the stairs. “It doesn’t look like it’s easy to do, so why bother?”

“Lots of exposure,” Bailey said curtly. Their head (and back, and nose, and… everything, honestly) hurt too much to keep their tone polite.

“Sneaking around behind your boss’s back, Poppet?” Icarus asked snidely.

Bailey couldn’t help but flinch at the name. They resolved that as soon as they were somewhere safe(r), they would tell the heroes their real name. Even if they sided with Icarus and decided to put Bailey down, Bailey was going to go out under their own name.

They weren’t going to remain as what Slipknot had made them into.

“Something like that,” they huffed.

It was the truth… if breaking out of the room they were locked in counted as sneaking behind Slipknot’s back. When they’d moved in, Bailey had only known about the lock on the inside of their door. They didn’t know about the one Slipknot had set into the wall, the one that could override their settings.

And that wasn’t even counting the times Bailey had frequented the cells for various lessons and punishments.

Finally, they reached the floor Bailey needed.

“Is this… a dorm?” Foxfire asked.

“Bigger rooms than your average college dorm, but close enough,” Bailey said. “This is one of the residential floors. There’s a window in the lounge. I just need to get something first.”

“What about other residents?” Tempest asked.

Bailey shook their head. “Not many of them. I wasn’t kidding about these being bigger than your average college dorm. And they shouldn’t be here anyway; this is training time.”

Which, of course, was when they ran into someone.

Viper opened her door just in time to see the four go past. She stared at them.

They stared back.

Viper looked Bailey up and down critically, gaze lingering on their broken nose and stiffly-held shoulder. She seemed to come to a conclusion, and nodded slightly.

“Hm. Seems that what I thought I heard must have been a remnant from that fever dream I was having,” she said, “because I don’t see anything out here.”

Bailey could have cried. Instead, they managed a small, shaky, “Thank you.”

She gave them a crooked smile, showing off her fangs. “I sure hope that my fever dream ends before I have my meeting with Slipknot in…” She checked her watch. “Fifteen minutes. It would be very awkward to have to explain that to them.”

She dropped the pretense and added, “Go. Get out of here.”

“Thank you,” Bailey added fervently, then led the heroes off at a run.

They got to Bailey’s room, and Bailey frantically started looking for what they needed.

“Come on, come on, I know I didn’t get rid of it, where the fuck did I put it after last time…” Bailey muttered under their breath as they pulled out drawers in their dresser.

“What the fuck was that?” Icarus demanded. “You said there wouldn’t be anyone here!”

“Said there shouldn’t, not wouldn’t,” Bailey corrected. “Forgot that Viper is on bedrest and isn’t at training. And that was our new time limit.”

“Honor among villains?” Foxfire suggested.

Bailey gave a half-hearted smile. “Something like that.”

Viper was one of the villains on the team who was halfway decent. She followed Slipknot’s orders, but she never went beyond the minimum necessary damages in training or on missions. Of all the people they could have run into during this escape attempt, she was probably the best option.

Bailey continued tearing through their room as they looked; it wasn’t as though it mattered if they made a mess, after all. They wouldn’t be coming back.

“What are you looking for?” Tempest asked. “Could we help?”

Bailey shook their head. “No, it’s— ugh, why do I still have that— it’s small, you won’t be able to help. It’s a necklace.”

“How’s that gonna help?” Icarus asked skeptically.

“It’s a diamond,” Bailey said.

Foxfire made a noise of agreement. “Not tougher than crystallized carbon,” they said.

Bailey smiled. They should have guessed Foxfire was a nerd.

“That won’t work,” Icarus said. “The force you’d have to put behind it—”

Bailey cut him off. “I can do it.”

He scoffed.

Bailey turned to glare at him. “This isn’t just your life on the line here; it’s mine, too. I’m not playing around. So unless you have a better idea? You’re gonna have to go with what I’ve got.”

They turned back to searching as Icarus gaped at them. They knew they still had it; they’d checked when they made this backup plan. And even before that, they wouldn’t have gotten rid of it. Slipknot had it made from one of the diamonds they’d stolen in the heist that led to Icarus’s intervention. It was both promise and threat, and Slipknot made sure that they wore it to every fancy occasion.

It wasn’t a collar, but it was a claim of ownership just the same.

Bailey finally found the necklace, and the group made their way to the lounge to make their improvised exit. The heroes cleared the furniture away from the window. Bailey held the diamond necklace in place with their powers, then struck it like a hammer against a chisel.

The reinforced glass spiderwebbed out from the impact.

“Well, well,” came a horribly familiar voice from behind them. “I have to admit, I didn’t quite expect this.”

Bailey turned to see Slipknot flanked by several other villains, including Viper.

They’d run out of time.

The ensuing fight was as vicious as it was chaotic. The villains weren’t holding back, using blows meant to maim or kill. Bailey did their best, but they were already at a disadvantage with their concussion and injured shoulder. Add to that the worry of protecting the heroes, as well? They didn’t really have a chance.

A stray blow sent the broken glass flying from its frame, and Bailey took their chance. “Go, go, go!” they shouted, practically pulling the heroes out the window with them as they jumped. Something cold hit Bailey’s side, but they didn’t have time to think about it. They were falling.

All of Slipknot’s sadistic training about heights paid off. With the help of Icarus and Tempest, Bailey was able to get all four of them to the ground safely.

And then they collapsed to one knee. Why… why weren’t their legs working?

They looked down to their side, where they’d felt the impact of something cold. The handle of a knife sprouted from their skin like a weed.

That’s not supposed to be there, Bailey thought.

Like a weed, they plucked it from where it wasn’t supposed to be.

That was when the pain truly set in. Bailey gasped at the sudden intensity of it, falling to their hands and knees under the unrelenting onslaught.

Suddenly Foxfire was there, hands warm against Bailey’s skin. They pressed against the wound, making the pain worse. Why were they making it worse? Bailey groaned and tried to push them away, but was too weak.

Foxfire was shouting, but Bailey had trouble focusing on the words. The hero’s face softened with something like… concern? What were they concerned about? Had one of the heroes gotten hurt?

“No, no, Poppet, look at me,” Foxfire said. “Look at me, there you go, keep your focus on me. You’re gonna be okay, just hang on. Hang on!”

Bailey smiled weakly. They rasped, “Bailey.”

“What? Don’t worry about anyone else, just keep looking at me. You’re okay; we’re gonna get you to our medic, just hang on, Poppet.”

Bailey shook their head. “Not Poppet. It’s Bailey.”

Their eyelids were so heavy, far too heavy to keep open. They smiled as their eyes slid shut. “My name is Bailey.”

They were going to go out under their own name, after all.

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I don't kill my characters, don't kill me please! (Exceptions may apply to irredeemable whumpers. Of which I am not one. Again, please don't kill me.)

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waffleswaffleswaffles · 2 years

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I want Shoresy being hurt physically and mentally like I need that hurt/comfort angst shit.

I want Shoresy staying late after every loss and coming in on week nights when he knew no one else ought to be there to skate himself ragged because he was never good enough. He would skate until he collapsed in front of the bucket to get sick and get up to do it all again until his throat burned and he was unable to get up.

I want Shoresy getting jumped in a back alley after reffing one night by some of the many people he’s pissed off over the years and he’s unable to fight back no matter how hard he bucks against them because there’s just too many of them and only one of him.

I want the team seeing through Shoresy’s tough guy attitude and being appreciative for how fucking hard he works for them and how much he cares about them. They tell him that he ought to deserve the game stick every night with how much he cares.

I want emotionally unstable Shoresy buckling from all the pressure of keeping the team afloat. No one in the community supports them and it’s not like Nat is being any more helpful with all the jabs she and Miig and Ziig are peppering him with.

I want Shoresy feeling numb while he took a knee on the ice after warm ups because there was so much pain when he thought that Sanger and the boys had given up on the team and hated his guts like tendy (and so many others) did. He took out that paralyzing anguish of losing his best friend and his good buddies out on the other team, not even thinking twice before pulling Michael’s hair but it all came crashing down with the impact of being tackled to to ground by a guy much bigger and heavier than him. The immense relief he felt when Goody and Hitch yanked the guys off of him because as soon as he hit the ground every player in the vicinity pounced on him like prey.

#he’s a whiney bitch but a hot whiney bitch and i love him for it #he’s just an emotional boy who needs reassurance at all times #Shoresy #i need that hurt/comfort shit more than anything else #letterkenny #prompts kinda?#shoresy

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sylleblosscm · 8 months

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@warofthebeasts:

"Obviously you want to talk, so talk."

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Reassuring Starters [accepting]

❝I have nothing to say.❞ The words sound far harsher than she means for them to be. Luna closes her eyes, sighs heavily, and tries to find a pleasanter tone. But it is hard - she is wrought, and faced with a very new, very real possibility that only adds to her burden.

But to falter like this is unbecoming. She must endure, for the sake of all who rely on her. When Shiva first awakened to her, Lunafreya had spent weeks in bed. But she was a mere child then; of course she would be weak. And the Archaean had exhausted her so, much of Luna’s inherent cheerfulness and excitement was sapped from her. She is not the bright and eager companion she once promised she’d be. But nobody said this job would be easy.

Now with another covenant forged, Luna must at last face the truth. The reason why no Oracle before her bore this duty, why she had been blessed with a sibling who served seemingly no purpose to her family’s cause. This is the fate of her line. It must end with her, or else continue through her brother. Lunafreya would not live long enough to bear the future herself.

Even the Oracle, human as she is, cannot carry the weight of the Six. Here in this old motel, slumped in an armchair as she can barely hold her own weight, she must come to terms that Leviathan will likely be the end of her.

❝…Forgive me.❞ At last, she opens her eyes. ❝This journey will not be at all for you what I’d hoped. I thought–I thought that we could see Lucis, and both of us take in that wonder we’d be missing. Once my duty was complete, I could bring you back to Tenebrae, where you’d be welcomed. Give you a room within the manor, where you could live your days in peace. I’d personally ensure you could come and go as you please. We have these sprawling gardens, and a library three stories tall, and the sweetest fruits you’ve ever tasted, and-and-❞

It is here she must stop speaking. For Luna had promised herself long ago to never cry where prying eyes could see. She closes her eyes once more, taking deep breaths to calm herself. ❝I need you to understand how dear you are to me. You are the most unlikely of my friends, but you have brought such light into my life. You are hope that a better future is possible for all. At least…I can believe that.❞ Even if she will not be around to see it.

#( the prompt: comforting and reassuring <3 #my brain: h u r t :) )#warofthebeasts #answered;#⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ – v: a life in progress / unsorted #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ always try to be nice; never fail to be kind / ic

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List of “sweet and intimate actions which make me go feral and have me folding like a folding chair” prompts

Character B carding their fingers through Character A’s hair and playing with the strands.

Character B peeling back the neck of Character A’s turtle neck sweater to trail gentle kisses down their neck. (This!! It is so hot, and it's everything I didn't know I needed until now, and I cannot stop thinking about it wlkfnlkwe)

Character B placing their arm around Character A’s waist while in public, resting their chin on Character A’s shoulder. “Hello,” they say in a teasing tone as Character A tries to grab ahold of their hand to keep it there but fails a few times before successfully doing so.

Leaning against each other while in public.

Spooning and back hugs.

Character B letting Character A rest their head on their chest; lets them listen to their heart beat.

Character B whispering sweet nothings into Character A’s ear.

Character B checking in on Character A to make sure they’re comfortable and okay with the way things are going; to make sure they’re not being too much. “You’re not,” Character A would reassure, repositioning themselves to get closer to Character B.

Just cuddles and snuggles in general.

Neck kisses.

Kisses littered all over the face. (!!! It's one thing to read about it and one thing to experience it wlejbfewljn)

Character B tucking Character A’s head under their chin while they’re cuddling.

Character B nuzzling their neck and breathing in Character A’s scent/fragrance, and commenting on how nice they smell.

Character B making sure Character A gets home safe by driving them home.

Character A telling Character B to message them when they get back home safe, and once Character B gets home, they follow through by sending a message to let Character A know they’ve gotten back home safe.

Taking naps together, from day till night, waking up every now and then to get more snuggles in.

That soft exhalation of adoring laughter leaving Character B’s mouth after kissing Character A (this shit had me folding so fucking hard it’s not even funny. I Am Weak).

That soft exhalation of laughter once again just because Character B is so content with having Character A in their presence, and Character A just basking in how cute that sound is and how happy it makes them.

Character B entangling their legs with Character A’s, pressing their bodies flush against each other’s, leaving little to no space between them. (It’s almost like they can’t get enough of Character A.)

Kissing so many times, to the point where they lose track of how many times they’ve kissed already.

Holding hands and lacing their fingers together while they’re cuddling.

Comparing hand sizes and giggling about it together.

Character B stroking Character A’s hair while they’re asleep. (Or uh, pretends to be asleep DJSKKSKDSK but it’s so FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE DID THAT IM GONNA SCREAM, me thinking moments like these only happen in Korean dramas or some shit anfkakfksk-)

The sweet little banters in between; Character B being all cheesy and Character A playfully deflecting their comments only for Character B to playfully push back with an “Is something wrong with that?” or “But I’m not lying.”

Falling asleep in each other’s arms, both not wanting to leave the bed for the entire day and wanting to stay comfortably snuggled up against each other instead.

Character B placing their hands on Character A’s shoulders, and Character A, with a grin on their face, gently grabs Character B’s hands and wraps their arms around their neck while leaning back into them. Character B reciprocates by hugging them closer to them.

The soft noises of content Character A makes when they snuggle closer to Character B, or when they want Character B to hold them closer to them, with Character B happily obliging.

Character B rubbing their cheek against Character A’s.

Character B trying to not wake Character A up because they look so comfortable when sleeping. (His words, not mine.)

Soft, repeated pecks on the lips, causing Character A to laugh/smile against Character B’s lips.

#long post #again these are things i’ve experienced w/ cat guy that day #personal once again #me as character A and him as character B #not me exposing myself like this on a public platform wlkjfnefn #but then again i've got no shame left in me after all the rambles and vents i've been doing sOOO...#writing prompts #otp prompts #prompts #writing scenarios #cat guy chronicles

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