Affectionate Comfort Mashup Meme take 2

[lucifine]

The Affectionate Comfort Mashup Meme
or: an excuse for physical affection threads



Basically, mix and match as you like or do whatever the hell you want.

Post your name and canon and preferences and go the fuck at it.

Want even wilder ideas? Try this fun hurt comfort plot generator.

HURT COMFORT PROMPTS

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.
23. AMNESIA. What it says on the tin. Why do these come with such detailed responses?

AFFECTIONATE PHYSICAL CONTACT PROMPTS

one; hugging. you just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.

two; kissing. whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.

three; holding hands. it's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. but that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. what the sentiment is, is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.

four; carrying. is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? do they want a piggyback ride? or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination.

five; i love you. you've said it before or maybe you haven't but now you have to say it again or for the first time.

six; dancing. kick up the music, because it's time to dance! but no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner! you can do whatever dance strikes your fancy. personally, i recommend the slow dance, but you can do whatever you want!

seven; massaging. did your significant other have a rough day? did they get hurt? or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. they'll feel wonderful in no time!

eight; flirting. the easiest way to break the ice or maybe you're just an overly flirty person.

nine; cuddling. sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.

ten; wild card! reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

Comments

Maya Fey | Ace Attorney + PLVAA (OTA)

[missleadingquestions]

[Open to aus, game CR, short and sweet nonsense, etc. Better at being the comforter but up for being the comforted.

these permissions are for smut but still explain what to avoid ig.

also open to prompts outside of what is listed above]

Spike Spiegel | Netflix Cowboy Bebop (OTA)

[humblecowboy]

[Open to aus and game cr and what have you. Very bad at being comforted. Acceptably alright at comforting. Overall a bit of a disaster. these permissions are for smut but still explain what to avoid ig.

also open to prompts outside of what is listed above.]

Ryslig AU/Game CR | 2-10 bc rng gave me the perfect setup for this

[charmpagne]

[He'd been...okay with ignoring it, at first. Faking that he was alright. Meticulously pulling the deep red carnations from his collar before work and discreetly getting rid of the rose petals he'd been coughing up consistently since as recently as a few days ago. Since half of the people visiting the bar were equally stricken, Sparkling found it...almost too easy to cover his own affliction in the wake of those who couldn't hide it any longer. At least so long as he was dilligent with removing blooms from his person as they appeared, it was fine. The roses growing in his chest, however, their thorns quite literally winding their way up through every opening and slowly blocking off his airways day by day...they were far less forgiving. Even if they were not as easy to see, that didn't mean they weren't there.

He was starting to run out of time.

Sparkling had been weighing his options ever since he'd woken up that morning too weak to get out of bed, at first. Of course he'd forced himself to, because why wouldn't he, up until he saw himself in the mirror for the first time. The carnations had completely covered his throat and half of his chest now, and the roses too had begun to bloom in other places. His wrists mostly, weirdly enough, where they seemed to bind him and make his pulse thrum painfully hard in his veins. Poppies, Apple Blossoms, they too had broken out like hives across his forearms. He didn't want to think about where else they were, because he could feel them...it made moving painful with the way they caught against the underneath the fabric of his clothing.

He'd also been trying to figure out how he'd hide them now as he left the bathroom, only to promptly have his legs give out beneath him, sending him crumpling pathetically to the floor of his apartment against the wall. Seconds later, he realizes he can barely breathe. Every inhale is labored and aching, and it's a wonder he even slept at all the night before if the flowers had progressed this rapidly overnight.

He vaugely registers thinking that he needs to call out of work, at the very least. Delerious, he somehow manages to grab his laptop from the edge of the bed, only to pick the first number he can access which also happens to be the last he'd spoken to on the device. He'd mean to try to contact Horatio, but...]

cowboy

[A few minutes pass.]

please

tell vicious
i wont make it
to work
today

[humblecowboy]

[Spike isn't one to answer his messages often, unless it's certain people in particular, but for once it's not out of ignoring it that Sparkling doesn't get a reply. Spike gets this message toward the end of his own shift and between Vicious insisting that Spike check on Sparkling and report back to him (which Spike was going to do, he swears, they live in the same damn building why wouldn't he, but of course Vicious has to emphasize his focus is on the reporting back part of the equation—) and his own concern that yes, it is possible that Sparkling's calling out of work could be related to the growing deadly flower pandemic, he comes to the conclusion that he shouldn't waste too much time answering. With Vicious opting to cover the bar for the night, Spike retreats to the apartments to slink his way up to Sparkling's door.]

Hey. You awake in there?

[a pause. Keep it cool and casual. It could be nothing.]

Taking the day off?

[charmpagne]

[Genuinely, Sparkling wasn’t expecting Spike to actually just

Show up at his door. Perhaps he should have anticipated something like this occurring, because Spike is a good guy and might have wondered why this workaholic was.,.you know, missing work. But Sparkling also would have accepted Spike just letting him know he’d let Vicious know he wouldn’t come in and that would be that. Problem one solved, he’d figure out the rest once he could breathe again.

Instead, Spike is here. He’s just outside his door, and Sparkling doesn’t even have the energy to go to the door to greet him, or pretend he’s better than he is, or anything. Even now he’s struggling just to catch his breath enough to reply.

He has to say something. If he doesn’t, it’s going to seem suspicious.]

…yes.

[He finally manages, trying desperately not to clear his throat. But he sounds fucking terrible no matter how hard he tries to dress up his tone. Every breath feels like taking a breath during the coldest winter; the only relief he can find is by not breathing at all.]

I’m…just. Ah…m…

Tired, today.

[“Not feeling well” is closer to the truth, but gives away too much, he thinks.]

[bolderfell]

[Bro. I still wanna do spacewuffs, bro.]

[humblecowboy]

[well hey i was just THINKING about space wuffs and the red dragon re-reading RPR the other day so... let's do some space wuffs]

[bolderfell]

[I rolled H/C 22 after some other meh rolls BUT WHAT IF INSTEAD OF PREGNANCY THEY ACCIDENTALLY ACQUIRED A CHILD TO PROTECT FOR A WHILE...

Maybe assuming Spike and Jet have agreed to let Therion tag along on the Bebop as their own little stray and not turn him in for the woos? Kinda like Faye, but meaner and uses less hot water.]

Shiro | Voltron | m/m for shipping

[shiro2hero]

( game CR, cross-canon, bring it all!! m/m for ships, but completely open for gen threads !! )

Tory Nichols | Cobra Kai | ota

[foreveryinch]

[ lmao this has the potential to be Wild but like. if you are at the point where she doesn't break your arm for trying any of these are possible. ]

Vicious | Netflix Cowboy Bebop: Red Planet Requiem | OTA

[goodolfashionedvillain]

((cross-canon, ryslig cr, shared canon, all is good! Gen totally welcome. Open to shippy or smutty threads, any gender can play, though he's a little shy about guys. ;D))

Ryslig AU/Game CR | 14/15 + 9 for contact MAYBE?? bats lashes at vicious

[charmpagne]

[Becoming nocturnal had been as difficult of a transition for Sparkling as it had been an easy one. He was used to working late hours, and he'd accidentally set himself up well enough with working late shifts at the Lucky. It wasn't too hard to let Horatio know that due to a sudden debilitating weakness to sunlight, he'd need to be working night hours exclusively. It didn't change much as far as the work itself went, of course...

But there was an additional adjustment he hadn't accounted for: utter, crippling insomnia.

He couldn't sleep during the day. He just couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how tired he was, the sleep simply wouldn't come. He'd maybe pass out for a few moments from sheer exhaustion before his internal clock would rouse him again, his brain briefly panicked over having "slept in" when the daylight hours were supposed to be his night, now. At that point he'd be too awake to drift off again, so he'd just get up. In the past week, he's not sure he's slept more than a single night of hours collectively, if even that, and it had begun to take its toll on his body. The pain of his changes honestly hadn't helped much with the sleeplessness, and in those brief moments he does manage to drift off? They're of course plagued by nightmares. Nightmares about Haftesal, nightmares about monsters, nightmares about witches and humans crumbling and devouring everyone he knows and loves-

He blinks with a start behind the counter mid-shift at work, realizing that the customer across from him had tried to get his attention three times. They were starting to get annoyed, raising their voice at him, which was what finally snapped him out of it.]

Oh, I- I'm so sorry, sir. What would you like?

[Had he just...? No. There's no way.

Sparkling pushes that aside and keeps working. He's at least not alone tonight, since Vicious' shift had overlapped his own, which helped a lot since they were particularly swamped with patrons. Constant moving was the only thing that kept Sparkling even slightly coherent, because the moment he'd ever stop was when his brain would start to try to shut down practically as a defense mechanism against his own stupidity at this point. Any sane person would have stayed home, yet here he is working and barely managing to not spill things on himself or- god forbid- the customers ordering them.

He's...half formed, at the moment. His wings had been growing in agonizingly slowly, meaning that the constant pain made it hard to do anything that required a lot of finesse. He couldn't do tricks or anything but the bare minimum right now since his fingers from the ring to pinky on one hand had become too long to grab anything, leaving just the index and thumb. It almost didn't matter anymore that half of his right hand had been bitten off, because he imagines he couldn't have used those fingers anyway.

Eventually, their break comes. Horatio gives them a full hour to take their break, and tonight Vicious and Sparkling have been afforded the opportunity to take theirs at the same time since a few new hires were able to cover for them in the meantime. The room they had for breaks was nicer than Sparkling ever could have expected, not that he really...uses it for eating much. He's still getting accustomed to his new feeding preferences, and he's not just going to whip out some blood in front of people. That can be done in private until he figures out a better way. He hasn't even discovered what else he can eat yet, since most other things turn to ash in his mouth...

It's fine. He's not even hungry right now. He just...wants to sit down...

When Vicious does come back to join his coworker, he'll find Sparkling just sort of. Sitting there? He's not asleep, not really, but he sure is uh.

Disassociating pretty hard, there.]

idk some combo of 6/8/9 its short and easy im stupid let me live

[ripshitriot]

[There is nothing worse than a grown ass man moping about. It just makes the whole vibe all around him sad! Not that Faye is going to begrudge a guy his moping after the shit Vicious has been through with his wife, but there's only so much wallowing she can take. And frankly only so much wallowing that is good for a dude.]

You know what you need? [She suggests from where she's sitting with her boots up on a table, drinking a beer.] You need to do something fun and stupid.

Lanzhu Zhong | Love Live! | OTA

[mingzhu]

[ ryslig Cr welcome! ]

Therion | Octopath Traveler | OTA

[bolderfell]

[Not so interested right now in H/C prompts 11 or 18, open to the others. Therion isn't exactly the cuddliest person, so I'm happy to figure out ahead of time where in the CR our characters are to make things happen!]

2

[tigerpoet]

[Therion doesn't usually announce his visits ahead of time, and he might reasonably think that when Atsushi takes a while to answer the door that he's just not home. He may even be considering the benefits of letting himself in - it's not like it'd be hard - when Atsushi finally pulls the door open.

He looks... not great. Pale, definitely leaning a little bit on the doorframe for support.]

Ah - Therion. Sorry, I'm probably not a very good host right now...

[bolderfell]

[Therion's expression shifts from idle musing to concern in a flash. Instantly, he's reaching for Atsushi's arm to steady him, as if he might collapse before his eyes like a pile of ash.]

What's wrong?

[tigerpoet]

Just a little sick- [His breath rattles when he takes one in.] -it's not a big deal.

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV | OTA

[photoshooter]

[Goodness knows I haven't pulled this kid out in a while, but I miss him. I'd rather not play H/C 11 or 18 right now, all others work.]

thought long and hard about this but succumbed to peko & rolled 4 for contact so. 1+4 it is

[rambunctiousgirl]

[Getting caught out on the field during the endless night is a death sentence if you're alone, especially if you're injured. Lucky for Prompto, he is not alone.

They aren't as far as they could be from the truck, their only way back to a well-lit and well defended town, but for now they're stuck inside a shed, waiting to regroup and decide where to go next.

Peko peers out the only hole left in a boarded-up window in the shed, watching as daemons walk the shadows, just barely illuminated by farther off search lights like lighthouses in the distance. If they can get the light rigged to the top of this shed working somehow, they can also have a clear path back to the safety of that truck.

But standing between them and their goal is the injury to Prompto's leg. It's not that the two of them aren't used to being injured in some way or another, but walking without some kind of splint when his leg is as damaged as it is would make it even harder to repair.

Peko turns to Prompto nevertheless, stooping next to him and asking;]

How are you feeling?

Oh my god. Excellent. YOU'RE GONNA CARRY THAT WAIF.

[photoshooter]

[Most of Prompto's concentration since they ducked into the shed has been dedicated to keeping himself quiet, trying not to whimper with the pain that shoots up his leg every time he tries to move it--or every time he doesn't, either. He's at least discovered he can bend the knee okay, but the leg's littlest bump against anything solid cracks his whole nervous system down the middle, feels like. One of those all-important running bones is definitely broken.

He swallows when Peko moves down next to him, wrapping his hand tightly around the handle of an abandoned shovel to try to keep from shaking as he whispers back.]

F...fine. Great! I, I could run the Galdin marathon.

[They need to run, he knows that. Prompto hasn't survived in this ruined world all this time without having had to learn that calculation. Peko's brilliant like Aranea, ruthless like Ignis, competent like Gladio. She knows what they have to do, too. They both know he'll do what he can to survive this moment and worry about the damage later, under manmade light, when they can afford the luxury of worry.]

How's it l-look outside?

Alfyn Greengrass | Octopath Traveler | OTA

[apockatherry]

[HERE HE IS, COMFORT IN A BOTTLE. Can do either role when it comes to hurt and comfort, of course, but Alfyn gives great hugs and also great medical support, JSYK. Rather not with H/C 11 or 18, all other prompts welcome.]

[yowndrift]

[ i still have to make some icons for them but. What If.

lmk what sort of scenario you're feeling and i can put together a starter tomorrow. eyes emoji. ]

[apockatherry]

[Okay so she's always cold and she has ice magic and all and her body's needs are Different, BUT HOW DOES SHE ACTUALLY DO IN THE COLD... is she like a lizard, can she still function if it's cold

I'm just saying this man probably has the best, warmest hugs, and as an apothecary he will do whatever is needed to keep everyone healthy and in good condition. This was just the first thing to come to mind. PITTING A HUMAN PHARMACIST HEALER AGAINST A HOMUNCULUS IS A FASCINATING CHALLENGE THAT COULD BE REALLY FUN TO FIGURE OUT IN GENERAL]

Sparkling Cookie | Cookie Run Kingdom | OTA

[charmpagne]

[Open for all prompts, cross-canon and Ryslig AU as well! Open to gen, shippy, and smut]