Whumpee who makes lots of random nature paintings in recovery and caretaker encourages them to for their mental health
#193
content: recovery fic, comfort
"Another one of the tree in our yard," Whumpee said shyly, showing the painting to Caretaker. "I like that tree," they tacked on, as if their art needed an explanation.
"It's beautiful!" Caretaker said enthusiastically. "You're getting really good at this. The leaves are so pretty and life-like."
Whumpee averted their eyes, embarrassed at the praise. "You're just saying that," they muttered.
"I mean it! We're running out of wall space, but we really gotta hang this one. Can I have it in my bedroom?"
"Yeah, of courseโฆ"
"Awesome! Oh, we gotta go on a trip sometime. There are a bunch of really pretty nature scenes just walking distance from the house. You could bring your stuff and paint something there!"
"Bored of the tree in our yard?" Whumpee asked, trying to be lighthearted, but deep down, fearing that that really was the cause of Caretaker bringing up the field trip. Going out was still a bit difficult for them, and they would've rather stayed home and painted the same tree another three hundred times.
"Never," they said with a smile. "If you're not bored of it, then I'm not bored of it either. I just thought it would be a nice little challenge, to paint some of those sceneries. There's a huge field just behind the hill, with a bunch of straw bales. I am dying to see that in your artistic style. But we can go later as well, there's no rush."
"There's kind of a rush. They'll bring the straw balesโฆ wherever it is they bring straw bales, and then I can't paint them."
"There will be straw bales next year. Truly, no rush."
Whumpee looked back at their painting, wondering how Caretaker could always be so enthusiastic about them. "What do you see in my paintings?"
"Huh?"
"What do you see when you look at them? Is there some deep symbolism to it that I can't see? I just see the same tree I've painted at least five times already."
Caretaker was quiet for a little while, with a kind smile on their lips. "I see healing," they said. "Your healing. It's more precious to me than anything."
Whumpee tried to see behind the tree. Tried to think of the hours they had put into painting it. It really did bring healing to them, every brushstroke another step in the long journey back to health. Still, they only saw a tree. A badly painted one. "I see."
"It's okay if you can't see it. Someday you will. Someday you will look back on these paintings and see all the effort you put into getting better."
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Berserk (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Casca/Guts (Berserk), Casca & Guts (Berserk)
Characters: Casca (Berserk), Guts (Berserk), Schierke (Berserk), Farnese de Vandimion, Serpico (Berserk), silat - Character
Summary:
Casca se aรญsla en una cabaรฑa en el bosque, donde el mundo parece respirar mรกs despacio tras la caรญda del halcรณn y su reino de locura.
Lejos del ruido de las espadas y las voces, el tiempo se desliza entre lo simple: el rรญo golpeando las piedras, el murmullo de las hojas, y su propia voz, baja, casi perdida, acompaรฑando lo cotidiano mientras aprende a habitarse de nuevo.
Y en algรบn punto entre los รกrboles, fuera de su vista pero nunca de su alcance, alguien la cuida en silencio.
In case you didn't see, I'm participating it the beautiful Papyrus Self ship week event by @selfshipperapproved !
Only the sfw art and chapters from my collection on ao3 are going to be posted here, so if you want to see the other works Iโm plotting for this event, or just cool /readers, go check out my ao3! I write these in second person so others can read it and put themself in the story like I do! but do keep in mind that this is written with my sona or Oc in mind.
Summery;ย Everyone has bad days, but as someone with Anxiety, CPTSD and autism? yeah, my bad days wear down on my mind, body and soul.
you meet Horrortale papyrus on a bad day at your favorite coffee and tea house. You two decide to make it a frequent thing.
word count; 1,754.
It wasnโt a pleasant day, so in normal you fashion, you got the fuck out of the house and went to one of your places.
You know, your place. The place you can go to get out of the house when you arenโt feeling the best. It probably didnโt matter a terrible about to normal people, normal people would want to just go home after a bad.
But you? Nope, you wanted to go get one of your favorite pastries and sip the best frozen chia latte you had the joy of discovering. That might seem like an exaggeration, but it was true. Or maybe it was because said chai latte was now one of your normal comfort foods.
Now letโs start at the beginning. When people have a bad day, you would think that something specific happened and you would be all irritated about it.
Wrong.
It was like one hundred different small things were tosses at you today.
Like a bully blowing a spit ball at you every other minute at school all day.
Like someone was throwing a small pebble against your window like a clock ticking and no one else understands why its irritating.
Its like the sake of being normal and not freaking out of the small things is tying you down while that small drop of water continues to hit your head. Over and over and over and over.
You werenโt exaggerating, today had been one of the final straws for you.
Thatโs why you wanted to get your favorite latte before going home to lock yourself in your safe spot for the next 48 hours.
You knew logically that you shouldnโt react this way, that today wouldnโt have been as bad to anyone else. You think maybe that is the reason why it is so terribly awful, no good, very bad to you.
So now that you are sat at your booth, in an irritatingly packed cafรฉ that you feel safest at, do you realize that you were really fucking hungry.
A result of your sleeping in, leading to you missing it entirely and needed to rush to work. A result of your shitty co-worker taking a handful of your chips without asking.
SO of course you couldnโt eat them after that, you didnโt ask to have food problems. But you know that coworker didnโt wash his hands.
You just wished he would have asked, you could have put some on a plate or a napkin if he was that hungry.
So instead you gave him the rest of your small bag of chips, only snapping at him slightly for not just asking.
You werenโt germophobic, no, you were autistic. And you sure as fuck didnโt like when people touched your food, you physically couldnโt eat it if someone touches your food. At least without asking.
You felt like a huffy toddler about it. It wasnโt a big deal.
But to you it was.
Now as your stomach churns, a dull ache setting in as a result.
Your frozen late helped only mildly, the frosty drink made your stomach hurt just a little more but also filled your brain with a satisfaction of eating and it being one of your safe foods.
Now if only you werenโt so anxious about going back to the empty counter to buy a pastry or one of their divine sub sandwiches.
You sigh, steeling yourself, yes, you can do this!
You wait at the counter, only seconds passed when the worker was there to take your order.
With a grin you were sat back at your booth, waiting for your chicken sub to be made. You could practically feel the delightful chemicals your brain would make at eating your favorite sub.
It was when you got the sandwich with great joy that you took that beautiful first bite of heaven.
Ready for the feelings of nirvana after a bad day to hit your soul.
But then, after chewing, once, twice.
Did you let silent tears slip.
Yeah, this was your last straw, fuck the other stuff.
Your sandwichโs chicken was cold.
And its not like a cold cut deli sub. Itโs a grilled chicken sandwich, you have to heat that up.
So, instead of saying anything, you put the sandwich down, folding your arms and letting your tears slip.
You didnโt want to make a scene.
This was fucking ridiculous; you were crying over a sandwich.
Your throat was closing up, hands shaking and chest feeling like it was filled with rocks.
Because of a fucking sandwich.
Your own frustration of the day was enough to put pressure on the dam, but the cold chicken ruining your safe food was what broke it.
You canโt believe your brain is screaming that you would rather die than have this happen to you.
You knew you were overreacting.
So, when you felt someone sit down in front of you, you had to fight the urge to sob.
In your head, you begged for them to leave you alone.
โDo you need help?โ you flinch at the voice, freezing. You didnโt want to lift your head, you were embarrassed. You didnโt need anyone to see you crying over a sandwich.
โI was worried about you, pretty human, I could hear your stomach doing the rumbly thing human stomachs do when hungry, but you were distressed when you got your sandwich?โ you heard him shuffle slightly as you couldnโt stop the sob he most definitely heard.
You couldnโt complain about your chicken being cold as the reason for your breakdown in a public place to a Monster of all people, they have actually starved through a famine and had to eat whatever was offered.
โCan I please help you? I do not wish for you to be sad, human.โ
You felt compelled to actually lift your head to show you were listening, to at least shake your head โnoโ so he didnโt feel awkward about leaving. But he spoke again, more like he was trying to stall you from looking up at him.
โYour soul sounds very distressed, it is a very sad sound, I would like to help you feel betterโ he sighs softly, โNo one should be left sad.โ
โMy chicken is cold.โ You mumbled against your arms, lifting your head to look at the Monster who was talking to you. You went to excuse yourself, and tell him it was okay.
Until you realize that with your head against your arms on the table, your eyes could only find his chest.
You were fond of the soft yellow sweater he wore, but not fond enough to stare at it instead of looking at him.
โI like your glassesโ you mutter, finally sitting up to see his face.
He did have very cute glasses, a soft yellow gold like his sweater. You wondered if he changed his glasses with his outfits or if he dressed to match his glasses.
โThank you, Humanโ it was odd to watch a skeleton skull be so animatedโฆ But his eye sockets crinkled as he smiles. You found that to be really cute. Monsters were so cool. โWill you allow me to ask them to heat up your sandwich? I am happy to talk to you more about your day when I get backโ
You started before you could stop yourself, a rant that almost brought you back to tears.
โYou cant just heat the whole thing up, then the lettuce will be soft and mushy, the pickles will be to hot, the cheese will be melted and I hate melted cheese, the bread will get crispy, that why I always ask them not to toast it- because itโs a whole system balanceโ you were scratching at your hands and wrists again, a terrible stim you did when you were in a bad mantal state.
โThat is okay, Human, we can switchโ he smiles softly, reaching his hand out to stop your shaking hands, like he was used to doing such a thing.
You pause, staring at him, โSwitch?โ
โYes, you can tell me what you ordered, and I will order it for myself. That way the chicken is hot. Then we can switch.โ
โBut the chicken is cold?โ eloquent, you were (not), but you didnโt want him to think he needed to do that. You could just buy another one. You also already took a bite out of this one. You think you would pass out if someone took a bite out of your sandwich then gave it to you.
โThatโs okay, I can have them toast this one, I like mine toasted.โ Fuck, you felt like he was treating you like a toddler. A sense of irritation rising in the back of your head like an ugly snake made of your anger rearing its head.
โBut I already took a bite of it,โ you say, trying not to sound snippy. He was just trying to help.
โIn Monster culture, sharing food is a grand gesture of trust and care. You sharing your sandwich with me is just like declaring me to be your best friendโ
You blink, eyes widening slightly. He was being kind to youโฆ but was he offering to share because โyour soul was in distressโ or because he thought of you are a suitable human.
He did call you pretty human earlier.
So with a hellacious blush, you nod, thanking him for being so kind to you as he takes your sub back to the counter.
It is only mere minutes before the shockingly tall skeleton Monster is back with one more sub than he left with.
You could have done that; you could have easily just asked them to fix it.
But you knew deep down that you never would have.
โHere you are, pretty human,โ The Monsterโs smile shined with the sun coming in through the window, his braces creating a small sparkle that you would have never seen on anyone but a skeleton.
โThank you, pretty Monsterโ you say back, realizing that you probably should have said handsome.
But he seemed unbothered, as a golden orange glow reflecting off his cheek bones. โNyeheheh! Thank you!โ
You and the tall Monster ate your sandwiches tossing back and forth chatter after he insisted you tell him what made your day so stressful on your poor soul.
It wasnโt until you were leaving the shop did you get the name and phone number of said skeleton Monsterโฆ
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Tears flooded down your cheeks, both hands holding the side of your head, as you rock back and forth on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. Every day you passed people who you couldโve sworn were the models in your magazines, kids at your school who were really intelligent and got praise for their high grades. Itโs not that you were jealous of them, more like self-pity. Your mother mainly puts pressure on you to be the best, have the best grades, look the best, be the best child. But soon it all took its toll on you, which is why you were shaking, tears staining the wooden floor beneath you. You need someone to talk to, but who could you call? Youโve always hidden your true feelings behind that optimistic mask you wore, so no one could tell whatโs really going on inside, or so you thought
Your phone suddenly began to ring. Not wanting to get up, you roll onto your knees, patting your hand on the bed trying to find your phone without looking. Once you feel the cool surface of your phone in your hand you grab it, squinting at the bright screen.
Tsukki
After lowering your brightness, your heart thundered in your chest, what was he doing calling you so late at night? Your finger swiped across the screen answering the call.
โHello?โ Your voice cracks, and you mentally curse yourself, for not checking how your voice sounds.
โHey y/n,โA moment of silence. โAre you alright?โ
You clear your throat, trying to sound happier, more like yourself that the school knew you by, happy, confident y/n, the y/n that never got upset or angry about anything, the y/n that so many people seemed to think that she had everything together. You havenโt even noticed you started crying again.
โY/N!โ A shout came from the other end of the phone that you forgot you were holding.
โUm...Yeah?โ Your voice cracks again, as you try to wipe your nose.
โI was talking to you,โ He says.
โTsukishima, I canโt do this anymoreโฆโ you cry into the phone
โI- Y/n are you okay?โ He sounded concerned, youโve liked him for such a long time, never wanted to tell him how you felt because you were ashamed of yourself, that if he knew about you on the inside, heโd never want to be with you.
Shaking your head a few times to clear your thoughts, you soon realized that the call had ended. Dropping your arm to the side you began to cry again, you didnโt like this feeling, trapped in your own emotions and how others seem to be outstanding people, getting praised and excited over. While your mother is pressuring you to be the best when you are trying your best.
A hard knock comes on your door, you're wondering who it could be, you got up, knees aching from being bent for so long. You wobble over to the door, turning the knob, and there stands the golden boy in glasses. Youโre confused as to why heโs here.
He comes into your room without a word, youโre silent as you close the door, walking over, and sitting down in the same spot you were in before. Him going to sit beside you. Itโs just silent between the two of you, your mind coursing through with different thoughts about why heโs here and-
โY/n I think youโre beautiful,โ He says quietly, and youโre not sure if you really heard what just came out his mouth.
โTsuk-,โ You say, but you are cut off to a pair of soft lips touching yours.
Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back, you wanted this for so long and you were finally getting it.
Normally Tsukki wouldnโt do such things, but heโs seen you before, and how you act, once he got a closer look at you he knew that there was something going on inside. He wanted to touch you, hold you and tell you that everythingโs gonna be okay as long as heโs there.
He pulled you into his arms, cradling you to his chest, your sobbing again blubbering to him about everything you feel, all the while listening to the sweet sound of his voice, murmuring things into your ear.
If he can see the real beauty in you, isnโt it worth fighting for?
(just cordelia being a mom, with a lil zoe x madison and a little hints of cordelia and misty)
โCan you get the girls together, I need to go grocery shopping and iโm not leaving Misty in charge againโ
Cordelia said pointedly at Zoe, sitting on the island, eating a baby carrot, she looked up at Cordelia
โwhy canโt I just be in charge, Misty listens to meโ
Zoe questioned Cordelia. Cordelia was rushing to check the cabinets and note in her very organized grocery list what the Coven needed. Cordelia chuckled almost sarcastically
โMisty isnโt the problem, Madison is the problem, and she doesnโt listen to you, now get everyone in the vanโ Cordelia said. this time being more stern. She didnโt have time to dilly dally, and she especially didnโt have time to argue with Zoe.
Cordelia stood in front of the stairs, reusable tote bags lining each of her arms she stood waiting for Zoe to retrieve her girls.
Zoe emerged from the staircase followed by Queenie, Nan and Madison. Nan and Queenie put up no fight and walked right past Cordelia out the door and into the van.
โIโm not going to the grocery store with you guys like iโm two, iโm grown iโll stay here, right Zoe?โ Madison hummed as she waited for Zoe to respond
โMaddie iโm not gonna fight with Cordelia, and plus sheโs right, we canโt be trusted after last time..โ Zoe trailed off, not finishing in hopes Madison wouldnโt get embarrassed
โit happened one timeโ
โMadison you set the kitchen on fireโ Cordelia added, her features were now very angry
โcar, now!โ
โor what Cordyโ Madison tried, stepping up into Cordelias face
โoh give it up Maddie, letโs goโ Zoe said dragging her girlfriend into the van
โwhere is Mistyโ Cordelia yelled, she was now off schedule due to her incredibly stubborn girls. Being Supreme felt a lot like being a foster mom of girls who had no idea how to take care of themselves
โgreenhouseโ Nan yelled from the van
Misty appeared in the hallway from in front of Cordelia, head to toe covered in dirt, the Cajun woman had a dopey grin on her face and gave a cheery expression once she realized where they were going, immediately following Cordelia into the Van
Cordelia pulled up in front of Costco and found a place to unload all hell that was contained in her 2009 minivan
โno magic, no chaos, got it?โ Cordelia said, raising a brow and. shooting a glare between Madison and Zoe
โIโm splitting you all up and giving each group a list, Nan and Queenie you both are responsible for snack foods, Zoe and Madison you both will be getting home goods and i will take Misty with me to deal with produce and fresh foodโ they all hummed in agreement
โMadison donโt make me regret letting you and Zoe be alone together, if i see one flame or even scream iโm assuming itโs you two and then youโre both grounded and youโll both be responsible for teaching all of next weeks classesโ
Zoe and Madison both looked at each other
โMisty honey, you need to grab that with plasticโ Cordelia said, leaning into Misty smiling, she feels guilty that she paired herself with Misty, wanting to spend that little extra time with the curly haired woman
โmy mother used to grow stuff like thisโ Misty beamed at Cordelia, as she bagged the squash
โdo you miss her Misty?โ Cordelia asked, stacking the Veggies in the cart
โnot really, she useโ ta call me the devils chilโ and useโ to yell at me for things i couldnโt controlโ
Cordelia frowned
โyouโre with your people nowโ She rubbed Mistys shoulder in reassurance
โMaddie I donโt think Cordelia is gonna like thisโ Zoe said, Madison was seated in the cart with a helmet on, Zoe had her grip on the cart
โwhatโs the worst that can happenโ
โthose are famous last wordsโ
Zoe was wearing roller blades while gliding and pushing Madison in the cart, Madison convinced Zoe it would make shopping โfunnerโ which Zoe responded that funner wasnโt a word
โwe need band-aidsโ Zoe said glancing at the list in the front of the cart
โover thereโ Madison pointed like a pirate who found land, Zoe hummed in ease, having Madison act like a little kid made Zoe feel happy, Zoe was only person who Maddie let see her like that, she was a stuck up bitch but never to Zoe, they had a nice dynamic.
Zoe began skating on the general direction of where Madison was pointing
โMadison!โ โZoe!โ
Zoe stopped in her tracks as she timidly looked to where her name was being called and found it being used by a very angry Cordelia and a dopey looking Misty next to her
โAll of you get in the car, next time iโm gonna hire a babysitter, like you all arenโt 17 years oldโ Cordelia grumbled, stuffing all the groceries into the back by herself because she insisted they would mess it up if they did it
โwell miss Cordelia iโm 27-โ
โMisty sweetie not nowโ
โWell we didnโt light anything on fireโ Madison snickered and Zoe chuckled
โDo you want to Go back to Hell Madison Marie Montgomery?!โ