#day 22: comfort

[merinsedai]

Day 22- comfort

From the sandtober prompts by @orionsangel86 ☺️

I think he’s not ready at this moment, but perhaps Dream and Calliope have made tentative forward steps towards being able to offer each other comfort in their shared grief. Eventually.

#sandtober2023 #day 22: comfort #inktober #sandman fanart #dream of the endless #calliope #silly little sketches

[orionsangel86]

Sandtober days 22, 23 and 24 - Your art for the prompts "Comfort", "Celestial", and "Hope".

We have less than a week left of the month and I am in awe of everyone still participating in this challenge. I adore all your beautiful creations thank you so much for continuing to submit works for Sandtober!

Prompt List

First some submissions from previous days:

Giant!Dream and Hob for day 20 "mirror" by @teejaystumbles

A fic for day 18 "change" by @rey-jake-therapist

Day 22: Comfort

Dream, Daniel, and Hob by @missingrache

Dream and Hob by @milune-vox

Dream and Hob by @teejaystumbles

Dream of the Endless by @mostly-morpheus-and-myths

Dream and Calliope by @merinsedai

Dream and a Comfy Matthew by @quillingwords

A Haiku for Death of the Endless by @writing-for-life

Dream of the Endless by @klarahimmeltheendless

Day 23: Celestial

Dream in Fancy Pyjamas by @missingrache

Lucifer Morningstar by @timesorceror

Hob Gadling by @mathomhouse-e

Dream and Calliope by @mostly-morpheus-and-myths

Starry-Eyed Dream by @merinsedai

A Haiku for Dream by @writing-for-life

Sleepy Dream by @quillingwords

Dream and Hope by @klarahimmeltheendless

Day 24: Hope

Dream and Hope by @missingrache

Nada by @mostly-morpheus-and-myths

A Haiku with Hope by @writing-for-life

Dream and Hope by @merinsedai

Dream and Hope by @klarahimmeltheendless

Thank you so much for your creations these past few days! Todays prompt is "mother" and I look forward to seeing all your creations for it!

:)

#sandtober2023 #day 22: comfort #day 23: celestial #day 24: hope #the sandman #dream of the endless #sandman inktober challenge

[furiosophie]

it's something sinister to love without regard for dear tomorrow

#modern warfare 3 spoilers #mwiii spoilers #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty #mwiii #09 soapghost #listen i just think that while 22 ghost would be fuckin pissed that they're destined to die in every life #09 soap would find so much comfort in the fact that they got to find and love each other again in the next one #despite how it all ends #something something i will chose you every time #something something only two things will ever have me you and death #anyway #close behind and strawberry wine fucked me up good in the last couple of days #soph arts #id in alt text

[serickswrites]

Walls

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, referenced restraints, panic attack, PTSD, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee could feel the shackles around their wrist. Could feel the pain of Whumper’s touch. Could smell them even. They were trapped. The walls were closing in and they couldn’t get out. 

Whumpee thrashed and screamed. They couldn’t be a prisoner again. They couldn’t! They had to get away. Had to get away from the feeling. From the pain. From the terror. 

But they couldn’t. They were trapped in a room. Restrained. Stuck. Their absolute worst nightmare. 

“Shhhh, shhh,” Caretaker’s voice came suddenly in Whumpee’s waking nightmare. “It’s ok. It’s ok. You’re ok.”

“T-t-trapped,” Whumpee managed to squeak out. 

Caretaker’s hand was suddenly in theirs. “Love, you have to stay in the bed. You’re too hurt. They need to help you.”

“C-c-can’t. Whumper,” Whumpee began, squeezing their eyes shut even tighter. 

“Whumper is gone. They can’t get you. Please, love, they need to treat your injuries. I...I almost lost you,” Caretaker’s voice broke suddenly. 

Whumpee wrenched their eyes open. “Caretaker?” They were in a hospital. There were no shackles on their wrists. Just soft padded restraints keeping them to the bed. They were hooked up to various machines and covered in bandages. They were safe. 

Caretaker squeezed Whumpee’s hand tightly. “I’m right here, love, I’m right here.”

Whumpee began to sob. “I’m...I’m sorry.”

Caretaker leaned in close to Whumpee, trying to wrap their body around Whumpee despite all of the medical machinery. “Don’t be love. I’m right here. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw referenced captivity #tw referenced torture #tw referenced restraints #tw panic attack #tw PTSD #hurt/comfort #hurt/recovery #hurt/aftermath #caretaker and whumpee #whumpcember 2022 #day 22 #prompt: closing in #queue

[black-shippers-haven]

black selfshippers, your platonic f/os would not make jokes about your race that you are uncomfortable with. they would not be insensitive toward you for their own humor. they truly do value you and want you to be comfortable and happy above all else, and if anyone made any sort of distasteful joke about you or your race, your platonic f/o would waste no time in standing up for you. {pro/com/darkship dni.}

#day 22 #blackshipstorymonth #originals 🎀 #affirmations 🎀 #selfship community #selfship #selfship positivity #bipoc selfship #black selfship #f/o positivity #f/o comfort #f/o community #self ship #selfship comfort #platonic 🎀 #familial f/o #platonic f/o #platonic fictional other #safeship

[waywardwizzard]

"Wo de ma he ta de fen kuang de wai sheng dou."

"I think I should be the one saying that Captain," Simon hissed through clenched teeth.

He groaned when Mal put pressure on the shoulder wound. Shaking his head, trying to stay awake, the doctor tapped Mal's arm and pointed to something behind him.

"The-the med-"

Mal's hand shot out and haphazardly grabbed at the red bag he hoped knew should be behind him.

"Tell me what I need to do."

Simon's eyes fluttered. The Captain gently tapped the kid's cheek.

"Hey, hey, doc'. Focus on me. I need you to tell me what to do."

Hazy blue eyes met his. Cold fingers struggled with the zip and Mal scrambled to help.

"Ad-adrenaline. Sh-should keep-keep me..."

"You know, doc," Mal said while he loaded the hypo with clumsy fingers, "when you said I should start learning the ropes, I didn't think you meant like this."

Simon laughed breathlessly, pain etched onto his face.

"Sor-sorry."

Mal's eyes softened and he brushed a quick hand through Simon's hair, trying to hide how much it was shaking.

"You won't apologize when you see my needle work. There was a reason my ma never let me near a needle and thread."

#firefly #serenity #space western #browncoats #firefly fanfiction #yeehawgust #browncoats unite #sci fi #malcolm reynolds #simon tam #hurt #whump writing #whump #yeehawgust day 22 #learning the ropes #field medicine #gunshot #wounded #hurt/comfort #well sort of #browncoat for life

[comfort-questing]

22. "watch out!"

they'd screamed the words over and over in their delirium - reaching out wide-eyed into the empty air, pushing weakly at whatever their hands found. watch out, watch out. careful - as if there in the overcrowded healers' tent there were anything to be afraid of that could be outrun, or outfought.

she leaned close to them, dabbing the damp cloth on their forehead, reaching down to check the bandages wrapping their body. the arrow wounds were festering, whatever aid she and the healers could spare not enough to prevent infection.

"shh," she said, for the thousandth time, low amidst the clamor and murmur of voices and cries around them. "we're safe now. you warned me, all right? I wasn't hurt. just you. so you need to rest..."

sometimes, they seemed to hear her, to recognize her voice and the touch of her hand on their flushed and burning skin. sometimes, they didn't, and she had to listen to them crying until exhaustion took over and dragged them under again.

sometimes, she closed her eyes and could hear again their shouts amidst the roar of battle, and remember the desperate shove they'd given her, knocking her off the earthworks wall as the hiss of the arrow-storm reached them. remember, also, the shuddering impacts against their body, as they sheltered her beneath them, and the ragged stuttering catch of their breaths as she'd dragged them to safety.

but in the end all her dark memories brought her back to this same place, under dusty canvas amid the hurt and dying, safe at their side as they shivered in fever dreams.

"you saved me," she whispered to them, loosening their frantic grip on her wrist, hoping that in sleep the words would still reach them. and, "stay with me, all right?"

and now and again their eyes would open and seem to focus on her, and a smile of relief cross their face.

#whump #hurt comfort #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 22

[samsseptember]

September  22 - Hurt/Comfort | Disaster Fic

#samtember2023 #day 22 Hurt/Comfort | Disaster Fic #sam wilson #hurt/comfort #disaster #captain america #sambucky #samsteve #samquín #marvel #fan event

[pendraegon]

also. maybe it's because i was a hot fucking mess until i hit like 25-26. so im like...how are you 22 and having your shit together. genuinely like. if ur 22 years old and u have even an OUNCE of an idea of what you're doing. you're doing fucking golden. if you don't, you're still doing fine and there's an entire world waiting for you.

#ah. my cocktail medley of mental illnesses and literally a decade plus stint of literally hitting rock bottom and digging. #idk i think like. the older get the more i realize there's no official one and done buzzer to get yourself into gear you know? #it used to be something that troubled me for so so so long. but like......i dunno. every day is another day i never expected to be alive #for and i can make it in my own time at my own pace with my own needs and in the end. who can really judge my life in its entirety but me? #sorry im rambly today im just thinking of what i would say to 22 year old me who was.........so so so so different and upset and confused #and heartbroken and wondering if i should've died when i did. you know? i wonder what i could do that would have helped even and im not #saying that pain makes you stronger or whatever bullshit but. it gives you perspective perhaps. im 27 and i still feel young and stupid all #the time. i bet i'll be 48 and feel young and stupid too. and that's a comfort to me.

[fanfictasia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Hunter Needs A Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Trooper Hunter Gets a Hug (Star Wars), Sort Of, Clone Trooper Hunter Has PTSD (Star Wars), why does nobody talk about this, Panic Attacks, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, but it's minor, Hurt No Comfort, Family, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Febuwhump, Febuwhump 2024, Prompt: "You Weren't Meant To Be There"

Summary:

In which Omega was actually traumatized by Hunter's fall on Daro and doesn't brush it off when she witnesses it again. Or, in which Hunter isn't the only one to have a panic attack in Entombed.

Read on:

https://www.wattpad.com/1424097039-the-bad-batch-one-shot-collection-febuwhump-day

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14330314/1/Febuwhump-Day-Twenty-Two-You-Weren-t-Meant-To-Be-There

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #fewbuhump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day twenty two #febuwhump day 22 #day 22 #day twenty two #omega #hunter #hunter and omega #angst #hurt/comfort #family #bad batch #the bad batch #you weren't meant to be there

[anotherferalrat]

Link Click s1e5 has distressed me so bad that I'm resorting to a comfort ship I haven't been able to interact with in months since someone ruined it for me

(but that's a lore drop for another day)

#link click #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #PLSSS I AM SO NOT OK ABOUT THEM #xiaoshi just doing his best to save everyone #lu guang always seeming to know a little too much/more than he lets on #HIS COLD AND ALOOF NATURE #like real talk #ik it seems like a dick move not to tell xiaoshi about the various deaths #but i can't even imagine carrying it ALONE for as long as he did #THERE'S LITERALLY SO MUCH WE STILL DONT KNOW ABOUT THEM #IM BASHING MY HEAD INTO A WALL #also in relation to the comfort ship #if u see a theme in posts in the foreseeable future #no u heckin dont #Day 22 of hiding from my friends

[kyouka-supremacy]

Talking about it with my sister today in relation to skk and tbh I believe at some point queerbating just stops being queerbating and just becomes canonly gay. Like, sorry, the writers are clearly doing it on purpose, they //know// what they're doing. And at this point gay people just claimed the characters, they're theirs now, so like, good for them.

#That post that's like “kissing would be less gay than whatever these two fuckers have going on” #skk #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dead apple #mine #q. #07/07/22 #I think my rule for queerbating is like. If it's so blatantly gay no straight person could ever say it's straight– #without making a fool out of themselves then it can't count as queerbating #At the end of the day queerbating is about catering both people who look for queer representation– #and people who look for straight representation tricking them to think it can work both ways #Which is most likely what bsd tried to do‚ they just pushed it a bit too far to the point homophobic straight people– #cannot watch it comfortably #And I know. I'm speaking out of personal experience of having watched da with a very very straight friend lmao

[serickswrites]

Meant to Be

Warnings: gun, gunshot, gunfire, gunshot wound, blood, bleeding out, mcd, hurt/no comfort

By the time the gunfire had faded to a loud ringing in Caretaker's ears, they knew it was too late. By the time they managed to crawl across the bullet strewn room, they knew it was too late. By the time they managed to pull Whumpee's limp and bloody body into their lap, they knew it was too late.

"Whumpee, Whumpee, please, Whumpee," they sobbed as they tried to rouse Whumpee. Whumpee was unresponsive as Caretaker tapped their cool cheek. Unresponsive as Caretaker tried to wake them. Unresponsive as Caretaker pressed on the large gunshot wound in their chest.

"Please, Whumpee. You weren't meant to be there. You weren't meant to be there. You weren't meant to get hurt. Please, Whumpee, open your eyes. Whumpee!"

Caretaker had carefully laid the trap to catch Whumper off guard. Laid the trap carefully so that they could stop Whumper. Laid the trap carefully so that Whumpee would be far from the action. So that Whumpee would be safe.

And it had all gone to shit.

Caretaker didn't even know how it had all gone so wrong so fast. They only knew that they had been pinned down by Whumper and their goons, each side trading shots, but not hitting anything. Until Whumpee walked in. And then Whumper had a target.

Caretaker had yelled to warn Whumpee off. Yelled to get Whumpee to leave them. But Whumpee didn't listen. They took careful cover, keeping low to the ground as they slowly made their way over to Caretaker. And just as Caretaker thought that maybe Whumpee would be safe, maybe everything would work out, Whumpee tripped, stumbling forward and into the open.

The bullet struck the left side of their chest, spinning Whumpee with a spray of blood. Whumpee went down hard and lay unmoving as their blood began to pool around them. Caretaker couldn't tear their gaze from Whumpee. The one person they had tried to protect. The one person they would have done anything to keep safe. The one person they couldn't bear to see bleed out on the floor only a few yards away.

But Caretaker couldn't go to them. Not until Whumper had been neutralized. If they had any hope of saving Whumpee, they had to stop Whumper. They couldn't extract Whumpee and get to safety if Whumper was still shooting at them.

And so Caretaker stayed hunkered down behind their cover, trading shots with Whumper until at last the gunfire ended. But it was too late.

As Caretaker sobbed into Whumpee's hair, cradling Whumpee's head in their hands, Caretaker decided it wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth waiting for the gunfire to end. It wasn't worth making sure Whumper had been stopped. It wasn't worth any of those things because Whumpee had bled out before Caretaker could get them to safety.

"You weren't meant to be here, oh God, Whumpee. Please. Open your eyes. Whumpee. I can't. Please."

But Whumpee didn't respond. Didn't take a shuddering breath. Didn't blink their eyes open and flash Caretaker their warm smile. They just lay boneless in Caretaker's arms, growing colder by the minute. Caretaker held them close and sobbed harder and harder. Held them and begged them to come back. Held them, refusing to let go, even as help arrived. Caretaker held Whumpee and refused to let help support them. They had failed and they didn't care what happened next because the one person that mattered, the one person that made them do all of this, was gone. And nothing else mattered anymore.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw gun #tw gunshot #tw gunfire #tw gunshot wound #tw blood #tw bleeding out #tw mcd #hurt/no comfort #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump day 21 #febuwhump day 22 #prompt: unresponsive #prompt: “you weren't meant to be there” #queue

[sylvanfreckles]

Day Twenty-Two: Cry

Adrien nodded against Marinette’s neck and pulled away. She pretended not to notice him wiping his eyes and trying to regain his composure. “I think I’m getting tired of crying,” he finally said, sending her a tired smile.

#comfortember #comfortember 2023 #day 22 #cry #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #plagg #tikki #angst #hurt/comfort

[shion-yu]

Day 22 - Punishment

“Would it make you feel better if you hit me?” Whumptober 2023! I’m using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is about my OC Cliff - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23741453.cliff 

CW: Vague mention of child abuse

Elliot was pissed. He knew it wasn’t truly a big deal - Cliff hadn’t meant to leave an open half gallon of milk in their dorm room over the weekend on purpose. It was just a bad smell that would go away. But it was so hot being the very end of the summer that the horrid scent just lingered, sticking to everything insistently. Elliot had to spend his entire laundry budget for the month washing everything, although Cliff had paid him back. They had scrubbed everything down with disinfectant twice and yet, still, Elliot felt like he could still sense it ever so slightly.

Cliff claimed he didn’t smell it anymore, which just made Elliot more annoyed. “Just because you have the observational skills of a teenage boy doesn’t mean I should have to suffer,” Elliot had snapped at him.

“Aren’t we both teenage boys still, technically?” Cliff asked. They were in the second semester of freshman year of college and had been rooming together since after Christmas break. They were dating, Cliff had issues with his college football roommate bringing girls back to the dorms, and Elliot’s roommate had decided to study abroad for the second semester... It made sense to room together at the time, even though a lot of people said maybe being dorm roommates and dating wasn’t the best idea in the world. Now Elliot saw their point.

He liked living with Cliff most of the time. But Cliff could be insufferable at times and when he was, there was no escape - just their tiny little room with two twin beds and nothing more than six feet of space separating them at maximum. One of them would have to physically leave their living space if they wanted some air and it could get tense really fast. 

“Cliff, I don’t know what to tell you. Just don’t do it again,” Elliot sighed. 

“Would it make you feel better if you hit me?” Cliff said like it was a perfectly natural thing to say.

“I - what?” Elliot stared at him in confusion, then horror. “Of course not! I would never hit you, are you crazy?” He looked hurt, too. “Do you really think I would want that?”

Cliff shook his head. “No, I just wanted to ask. It’s not that weird.”

“It is weird, it’s really weird,” Elliot muttered. “Don’t tell me you have a kink for that or something... Do you?”

“No!” Cliff exclaimed defensively. “I just... that’s what I’m used to.”

Elliot blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Your parents never hit you?” Cliff asked genuinely.

“No.”

“Oh.”

There was an awkward silence. Neither of them seemed to know what to say next. Elliot sighed, this new information weighing heavily on his heart. “Cliff, I don’t know if it was just discipline or... worse, but whatever it was, my family definitely never hit me. They don’t believe in that,” Elliot said. “I would never want to hit you, and I’d never want you to hit me. Would you?”

“No,” Cliff said. Elliot wasn’t sure how he managed to look so horrified when he was the one who had brought up corporal punishment in the first place. “I don’t want to hit you.”

“Okay. Good. No hitting,” Elliot said. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at you.”

Cliff was quiet as if he needed to consider this new way of life seriously. If Elliot didn’t hit him, how would he know he was excused? Might as well ask... “So how do I know when you’re not mad at me anymore?”

Elliot sighed in exasperation. Cliff really had grown up so differently from him that it was hard to reconcile at times. “I’ll tell you, how about that?”

“Okay,” Cliff said. “Does it help if I say I’m sorry again?”

“I know you’re sorry. You don’t have to keep saying it,” Elliot told him. Sometimes it was like teaching a kid with Cliff, he swore. “I’m going to take a walk, and when I come back it’s all okay, alright?”

“Alright,” Cliff said. “I’ll wait here.” He looked like a hopeless puppy. Elliot couldn’t help but smile a little to himself. Cliff really did have the best intentions most of the time, even if he was misguided and confused for half of it. Sometimes teaching him how to be a normal person was exhausting, but it could also be endearing. Elliot decided he could be patient for him; it was worth it.

#ShionWrites #oc: Cliff #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday22 #ailesswhumptober #day 22 #whump #male whump #hurt comfort #angst #tw: abuse

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A brown-toned comic of P3RI, the artist's botsona. They lament on how long it's been since they've played Dishonored, start playing it again, and then lie to itself that it'll keep this playthrough casual. The bottom quarter of the image lists the self-imposed challenges they rack up. End ID]

back at it again folks

#one year ago today #this happens every time. help #last time I played Dishonored (first days of nov) i did a no-kills no-detects no-powers run and set the difficulty to hard 1/3 through... #last time I played Hollow Knight (probably a bit before that) i decided not to sit on any benches (aborted when i got to the CoT #because I saw Quirrel and forgot in the heat of excitement...) while also making it a speedrun. run before that was also a speedrun #only ever finished HK on one save though. i don't think i even got to the dreamers on any others #meanwhile i've beaten dishonored like 8 times minimum. it's my comfort game and i get sad if i haven't played it in a while #peridots-art #peridots-nonsense #bots #P3RI #dishonored #oh... photos gave me a notification for and on feb 20 22 i was sad about the low chaos bunkhouse scene...