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ghouljams · 10 months

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Can we get uhhhh

Faekonig reacting to liebling dropping the mask being tender or genuinely affectionate after a moment of anxious vulnerability for the first time around him, maybe something from trying to figure out how to manage the store has her break down a little?

The first time Liebling dropped her mask around König? Yeah it would have to be something related to the store or her personal life.

Tw: for a full on panic attack, also squint and you miss it abandonment issues, + shitty exes

You can feel the edges of an anxiety attack creeping in. Your stomach hurts, nausea rolling through you hard enough to make you wonder if your spontaneously caught a stomach bug. You check your phone, biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to bruise. Your fingers hover over your keyboard. You type and delete, type and delete. Set your phone down and rock on your heels as you lean against the counter.

It's suddenly too bright and too loud in the shop. You can feel your bones. You can feel your clothes rub against your skin like sand paper. You can feel your heart squeeze painfully behind your rapidly constricting ribs. You check your phone again, look at the time. Not even a minute since you last checked it. You open your phone again, sure you'll type something this time. Text your ex and ask them to fucking stop.

Your fingers- your hands shake, your screen unreadable behind the static buzzing in front of your eyes. You can't breathe. You want to curl up in a ball in a dark corner, and also you want to run, and also you sort of feel like you're actually dying? You set your phone face down on the counter and push the door open to the back of the shop as quickly as you can manage.

You can feel the eyes of your fae customers follow you. Monsters ready to pounce at the slightest sign of weakness. Probably aiming to eat you alive, bones and all. Your whole shop will probably be burgled while you're stuffing yourself into a corner behind one of the inventory shelves in the back. Then you'll be broke and dead. Your two least favorite things to be. At least back here no one can see you pull your knees to your chest and cry.

You heave in a breath, shuddering before your whole chest hiccups on a sob and suddenly the waterworks are flowing. God, everything is so bad. Your shop is overrun with monsters, your friends don't want to hang out with you anymore because you see monsters everywhere you turn, your ex is talking about your nudes on Twitter, you own a whole ass store that you don't want and taxes are so complicated!! You sob into your hands, trying to feel less like your skeleton is trying to shake its way out of your skin, like your heart has completely stopped beating. Hell, you barely can breath enough to sob with how tight your chest is.

There's a soft click as the door to the shop latches, you don't hear it over your absolute despair. You do hear the soft rustle of fabric as König sits down next to you. Feel his hands as they grip your shoulders and pull you out of your fetal position to rest against his chest. He curls around you like a huge protective teddybear, arms and legs bracketing you(small and safe and warm) with his lips pressed to the top of your head. You don't know if he pumps you full of his warm calming magic or if it's the way your ear presses against his chest but his heartbeat fills your perception. Steady, even, slow and calm.

"It's alright Schatz, I have you," he murmurs into your hair. You grip his shirt and press closer, curl up into your ball again and let him squeeze you tight. He keeps repeating it, that you're safe, you're alright, he's here and won't let you go. Everything you've always hated to be told, everything you've never believed. König doesn't lie, can't lie. You think that's why his voice settles you so well.

You hate crying in front of people, hate feeling so powerless, so worthless, around other people. So, why are you letting König comfort you?

He smells good, like dirt and crisp autumn air, like dead leaves and rain. You press your nose against him and breathe. You don't know why it's OK for König to be here, maybe it's because he seems to actually care for you, maybe it's because you can't string together a thought long enough to tell him to leave, but he's helping. You stay like this for a while, wrapped up in König's arms, breathing in his scent, listening to his heartbeat. Just until you don't feel like you're dying.

"Don't tell anyone I cried," you mumble, trying not to wipe your nose on his shirt, probably your least favorite part of crying.

"Your heart rate was too elevated for just tears," he tells you evenly, smart-ass.

"Don't tell anyone that either." You take a quiet moment for yourself, fingers toying with a loose string on König's shirt. "Can we stay like this for a while?" You almost hope he doesn't hear you, pathetic. König nods, you can the way it moves your head a little as well.

"As long as you need Liebling, any time you need. I won't let anything hurt you." Big promises, you think, ignoring the weight it settles in your chest.

#könig x reader #könig #könig x you #oc: liebling #tw panic attack #tw abandonment #cod x reader #really dont know what to say about this except that liebling is not as put together as she likes to think #and that she has had some real bad luck with relationships #every day i realize how good love is to her and how much liebling needs the sort of ride or die that Love embodies #and also like queen you cannot be small and vulnerable around König it just makes him love you more #the man cant handle it

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mumbledramblings · 5 months

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[Trigun OC]

i do, in fact, think dick jokes and dick measuring contests are the highest form of humour

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muckyschmuck · 4 months

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dog goes gorp

#sorry this is so them #except bad luck instead #my art #oc art #digital art #doodlings

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ninjasmudge · 5 months

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some graphic tee kuo's bc i havent drawn him in a while and he brings me joy

#absolute bad luck meow meow who dies a lot #oc zhou kuo #zhou kuo #oc art #oc #ocs #my art #lmk oc #mk ocs #(last two are from tumblr posts ill add as links here)

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your-not-invisible-to-me · 1 year

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We'll Hold Hands Until the Sun Comes Out (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Ship: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary:

After a horrible week of bad luck breaking you down, Matt is ready to be there and pick up the pieces.

Word Count: 1,494

Warning: none

A/N: Title inspired by one of my favorite songs, "Time Wasting" by Heffron Drive. Listen to it here! It makes the fic better me thinks. Fic itself is for @pastafossa as she deserves all the Matt comfort after some consistent bad luck.

It was too loud.

Even with the lights off and the tv on mute, the world was just too loud as you continued to bury your head into the pillow.

It had been an awful week. Just plain awful.

You should have known something was wrong when it started with Matt telling you he had to go out of town for a few days, some conference upstate that was an apparent golden networking opportunity for him and Foggy. Who were you to protest?

But then the power went out in the apartment after they left, and only Matt had the passwords to all the accounts you needed to pay for it.

Did you mention your phone was dead, too?

Sure you were able to get it charged after going to Karen’s. Sure you were able to call Matt and listen as he profusely apologized for letting the date of the power bill slip his mind. Sure, you were able to get confirmation that it would be turned on by the end of the day, and indeed it was.

But then your co-worker called out sick the next day, leaving you to deal with an angry boss. Then your lunch got stolen. Twice. In one week.

And who could forget the lovely cab that skidded to a stop right next to you on the sidewalk? While it was raining?

So now, as the evening rolled around on Friday night, all you wanted to do was sleep.

But it was just too loud. Each honk of a Hell’s Kitchen taxi came through the walls as if it were the bricks that fell as it toppled down. The slide of your clothes against the grooves in the silk sheets dug into your brain like nails on a chalkboard.

So you did what you could do as you dug your head deeper into the pillow, and hoped that sleep would eventually win the battle.

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Matt couldn’t exactly complain about the week he’d had. While he always hated being away from you, the trip to Syracuse for a conference was a success. While networking wasn’t either his or Foggy’s stronger suit, as it usually involved kissing ass to lawyers who wouldn’t take a second glance at them, he had felt that this conference was filled with the rare types you only heard of, lawyers who cared.

He couldn’t help but feel a new hope for the profession he had worked hard to be in.

So now, on this Friday night, he, Karen, and Foggy sat in Josie’s Bar drinking to their success. He had tried to call you to join them, as he and Foggy had chosen to go straight there once arriving back to the city, but was sent straight to voicemail. But it was rather late, and he assumed you were already asleep.

Little did he know.

“You should have heard her, Karen. It was so refreshing to actually listen to a lawyer who actually fought for her client. I mean, sure, Jen doesn’t exactly take on clients with the cleanest records, but you can see she actually believes in their right to redemption.” said Foggy. “Too bad she had to go straight back to LA. She seemed like the type who would be hella fun in a bar.”

It was the mention of you that pulled Matt back into the conversation.

“Jen would have to be immune to alcohol if she wanted to out-drink her!” said Karen. She wasn’t wrong, his girlfriend did have quite the ability to hold her liquor.

“Where is she, anyway?” asked Foggy. “She never misses a night a Josie’s.”

“I tried calling her!” said Matt. “It went straight to voicemail. She’s probably already asleep. She seemed pretty busy lately.”

“Well with the week she’s had, I wouldn’t blame her for conking out either,” said Karen.

Well, that sure did get Matt’s attention.

“What do you mean?”

As Karen spilled in detail your trail of bad luck that had followed you throughout the week, the grip on his cane tightened. Both of his friends knew better than to question it as he immediately slipped cash on the table and just about threw himself out the door.

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It was too quiet.

Usually, when Matt approached his apartment, he’d be able to hear you in some shape or form, whether it would be humming as you danced through the kitchen or the murmur of the television that played softly as you snoozed on the couch.

But now there was nothing. He would have thought no one was home if he hadn’t finally picked up your heartbeat when he entered the lobby.

As he opened the door, the scene before him made his heart ache. He could sense everything. Your work clothes were skewed across the floor rather than in the hamper, something you had bought to make HIM pick up the habit. Dishes from leftovers were piled in the sink, and while he was more than guilty of waiting till the morning to clean up dinner, you were always the opposite.

He made it to your shared bedroom, finding you curled up in bed under more blankets than he realized you owned.

“Sweetheart?”

The silence echoed throughout the room, raising his concern as he knew you weren’t asleep.

He walked to your side of the bed, lowering to his knees as he tried to find your face.

“Darling, are you all right?”

“Matty?” your voice came out in cracks.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Please help me.”

If his heart ached before, it was falling to pieces now. He immediately crawled up into bed with you, pulling you into his lap as he curled himself around you. Tears immediately started falling from your eyes, soaking his shirt as he tried to soak up your pain.

“What do you need, sweetheart? How can I help?” He had never seen you like this before, each of your sobs feeling like a stab to his heart.

“I’m just so tired, Matt. This week was so bad.”

“Why didn’t you call me earlier? I would have come straight home.”

“You were working. You were busy.”

“Never too busy for you.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. You knew Matt loved you and were as certain of it as if you could hear his heartbeat too. But you weren’t going to interrupt his week when it was important for work.

“What can I do, sweetheart?”

“Make the world quiet, please.”

This was something he knew all too well. The feeling of the world being so loud that it took over any peace in his mind was something he knew like the back of his hand. You were always the first one to help him. You were always the first to let him lay his head in your lap as he blocked out the bad. You were always the first to pull him into your chest when he needed the shield.

Could he be just as strong for you? That, he wasn’t sure.

But he was damn well ready to try.

He maneuvered you so you were curled up next to him, kissing your cheek in apology as you let out a moan at being separated.

“Just a second, sweetheart.”

He slipped his shirt and pants off, leaving him in just his boxers before he turned to you. You let him do the same, too tired to do anything as he slipped your own clothes off and threw them to the ground.

Usually, your side of the bed was the one closest to the window. You liked being woken up by the sun through the blinds and feeling the warmth on your face. But that didn’t matter now as he pulled you back into his arms, skin to skin, turning you so he was blocking the window from your space.

You immediately felt better. The scrapes on a chalkboard were suddenly replaced by the soft beat of Matt’s heart as you laid your head against his chest. The itch from the sheets faded away as the feeling was replaced by the softness of Matt’s skin.

He dug his hand into your hair, giving your head soft scratches like you did to him, feeling your body go slack as each muscle fell loose.

“Oh sweetheart, I love you so much. Please. Never feel like you need to fight alone when the world seems too strong. I’ll gladly fight by your side.”

Matt couldn’t help but feel satisfied as he felt you start to relax in his arms.

“That’s it, darling. It’s okay.”

Matt curled around you tighter, smiling to himself as he felt you slip your hand into his, holding it like a lifeline to the calm you desperately needed after the storm.

He felt the grip of your hand lessen as you finally fell asleep as the darkness of the night took over, but he knew he’d force himself to stay awake if it meant holding it till sunrise.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! As always, let me know if I missed any spelling or grammar errors. I tried my best to catch them, but I'm not the best at it.

Feedback always appreciated too!

I hope you enjoyed the Matt comfort, @pastafossa. I adore you always, friend!

To the person who sent in the Matt x Jen phone sex request, it will be here soon!

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killbent · 5 months

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What's better than getting tipsy and dancing with a buddy? Prohibition who? Never heard of her.

#Original character #OC #Original characters #OCs #Rubberhose #Alcohol cw #Illustration #Art #Me art #Gracie Goat #Bad-Luck Basil

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herebecritters · 4 months

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Happy holidays suckas

#happy tree friends #htf #htf nergal #htf oc #between recovering from being sick and just the business of the holidays #I’ve had no time to draaaaaaw #but I did manage this little doodle so enjoy ~#bad bad evil bad luck elf

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smorallow · 7 months

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Had to quickly doodle a silly for the matchup for @ahatintime-oc-competition EDIT: forgot to link the poll srry! That has my ahit oc Sai interacting with @xurkitry ahit oc Bandit! :D

#kaileedraws #xurkitry #ahatintime-oc-competition #artwork #a hat in time #a hat in time oc #other peeps ocs #oc sai #sai paint #would it be to silly to doodle somethin like this whenever sai is vs someone in next rounds? just a small interaction is all #Sai seems to have bad luck with ghost /silly

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boyybites · 1 month

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That smirk is a dangerous one, shame you can't see he only smiles like that at you alone darling.

Quick thing of these two im thinking about them again

#art tag #eyestrain #nonhuman #nonhuman oc #demon #demon oc #oc #oc art #oc: mister #oc: bad luck

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harvestmoth · 5 months

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okay now for a bunch of scribbles im not finishing

#first three are from the fact that i just got blacksteeple castle and instead of playing the game i felt like scribbling #next one is just me trying to get used to drawing ariana shes a lot of fun to draw + tiny interceptor oc idea thingsidk #then what i like to call #leaving your shitty bird husband for his much hotter deer ex wife #which is from the fact that in the room you first meet braixen in theres a book anathea owned calling how to deal with domestic abuse.#wwhy is that there and wow i hate vitus so bad #then idk venilla (?) sleeping headcanon or something #the erin and melia hug from the library that definitely did not make me tear up seeing the first time #melia and her fucked up bird based on gold pokespe and her and patience taking a nap #and finally idk an idea of melia being a shiny hunter with insane luck always in a no pokemon au #which would take place in the normal guys with weird animals au from. i don’t remember when #okayvthere explained everything #anyways i love rhat loser glitter girl and her goofy pokemon

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fycoren · 5 months

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moomoo

#fycodraws #oc art #mc oc #moobloom #its a wither rose moobloom #oc bad luck

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mitskijamie · 3 months

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Jamie Tartt in the fanfiction universe

#oc #I like to imagine everyone's jamie whump fic takes place in the same timeline and he just has really really bad luck

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mumbledramblings · 4 months

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[Trigun OC]

0w0

#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun fanart #vash the stampede #vash saverem #vash #mid draws #oc - bad luck #trigun oc #yes i WILL post the same art seven different times at varying stages of completion what of it #anyway it's a mini comic now #idk when i'll finish it #not today anyway

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pekoeboo · 3 months

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"It's okay, Khalan. I'm right here. You're safe."

some Pain based on a few new developments within the SMP story. got a decently long explanation under the cut, for anyone interested.

so @cookieg122 and I decided that Khalan and Aya eventually find themselves in Aya's home dimension - a world ruled by a race of powerful fairies who are hell-bent on eternal conquest and proudly declare their Empire as the strongest in all of the galaxy. Aya was their princess, having disappeared under mysterious circumstances (aka when she arrived in Drehmal), and her older brother had been searching for her ever since.

her sudden return ended up placing Khalan under suspicion though - as Aya's brother wrongly assumed that Khalan was responsible for "kidnapping" Aya and had him arrested as a result;; the corrupt king also got involved, hearing terrible rumors that were quickly circulating about Khalan and believing that he had hurt his daughter, so he made the swift decision to have Khalan publicly executed the next morning as a way to make an example out of him to his subjects and remind them of what happens if they step out of line and threaten the royal family.

so of course Aya saves him!!!! she convinces her brother that Khalan is innocent so he also helps out with the rescue, and between the two of them they manage to stand up to their dad and save Khalan from a terrible fate ;n;;

there's like. so SO much more to this concept that I can't really explain, but that's roughly what's going on within the feelsy art here;; I kept thinking of just. the intense emotions happening within that moment, of Aya stepping up and taking on the role of comforter even though that's normally Khalan's thing. role reversal tropes always get me, and tbh Khalan just needs a moment to break down and process just how terrifying that whole situation was before he can help Aya deal with everything too;;

srry this got long, I wasn't sure how else to explain this pic without going into some detail. but I hope y'all can appreciate the feels anyway ;o;

Aya Armas belongs to @cookieg122 also on deviantart

#oc #khalan al shariq #khalan #aya armas #cookieg122 #primordial smp #angst #tw blood #whump #minecraft #yeah sorry im still putting this in the mc tag because it's how i organize this story kfjghndfg #but anyway. drawing this pic almost made me cry #my heart can't ever handle thinking about khalan in pain but also i'm a sucker for the angst #he's such a good boy he doesn't deserve anything that happens to him;;;#also yes. the stakes are always this high whenever we come up with any story idea #and yes khalan usually almost dies somehow #it's just How Things Are; given his immense bad luck and uncanny ability to get himself in the worst situations imaginable #kfjghdnfg rip

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