Sending hugs to all those who are going through a lot rn🫂🫶
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Sending hugs to all those who are going through a lot rn🫂🫶
I think one of the loneliest feelings in the world is trying to tell someone that you are struggling and immediately being handed solutions. Not because people are unkind, and not because they do not care, but because sometimes what you are looking for is not an answer. Sometimes you already know the answer. You already know what you should do, what coping skill you should try, what phone call you should make, what step comes next. The problem is not a lack of knowledge. The problem is that you are tired.
Tired people do not always need instructions. Sometimes they need understanding. Sometimes they need someone to look at everything they have been carrying and simply acknowledge that it is heavy. Sometimes they need someone to sit beside them and say, "That sounds really hard," instead of trying to turn their pain into a problem-solving exercise.
I think a lot of people spend so much time being resilient that they forget how desperately they want comfort. They become so used to handling things alone that when they finally admit they are struggling, what they secretly hope for is warmth. Reassurance. Gentleness. The feeling of not having to carry everything by themselves for a moment.
So if you have been wishing somebody would stop giving advice and just hold space for you, I hope you know there is nothing wrong with that. Wanting comfort does not mean you are weak. Wanting kindness does not mean you are incapable. It just means you are human.
I am sorry things have been so difficult. I am sorry you have been carrying so much. You do not have to justify your exhaustion or earn your right to be comforted. You deserve compassion simply because you are hurting, and sometimes a hug really is more helpful than a hundred solutions.
If you are reading this and thinking, "I do not need advice. I think I need a hug," then this is me offering one.
A big, warm, virtual hug.
The kind where nobody expects anything from you. The kind where you do not have to explain yourself or justify why you are struggling. The kind where you can just exist for a minute and let yourself be tired.
You do not have to earn comfort. You do not have to prove that things are bad enough. If you are hurting, you deserve kindness.
You are going to be okay.
Goob genuinely wanted to help, i love you Goob sighhhss.
sending you love and also some borrowed energy for whatever you've got on today
uhhh guys I think I js had a mental health crisis 5 hours ago </3
so, genuinely idk what even happening, I had like my worst ever panic attack and now I'm procrastinating on math homework^^
someone please for the sake of everything teach me how to do quadratic functions 💔💔💔
im fine now but I js wanted to get that off my chest. lwk I might js start trauma dumping here idk
reblog to hug your moots
hiya!!! i've been having a rough week, and i could really use some comfort. do you have any headcanons about olrox with someone he considers like a daughter? an adult ofc, but someone he feels protective over and comforts when they're upset?
Olrox with a surrogate daughter
Olrox didn't know how this came to be. He kind of...just let it happen.
You were a significantly younger vampire by comparison and knowing you were without your kin struck a chord with him.
Olrox genuinely feared your lack of experience would land you in the wrong hands.
You may be an adult but you were not immune to naivety or recklessness.
Olrox knew that being fresh to immortality and otherworldly strength can breed a nasty bit of arrogance or long term planning.
Meaning, you now have fatherly lectures breathing down your neck that you never asked for. You're stuck with it. Rejoice.
I imagine Olrox is the hands off but stern type.
He respects your independence and allows you to learn through experience but is just as quick to correct ill advised behavior.
You know him. Olrox is not one for foolishness or things that waste time.
Olrox certainly wouldn't want someone he considered family to end up like Erzsebet or Drolta. Both are self absorbed power hungry monsters. Thinking to be beyond touch.
If Olrox has considered you his daughter, even if he hasn't said it explicitly, he'd want you to be confident but level headed.
Olrox is more than encouraging of strong women.
But there was a difference between strong and delusions of grander.
Knowing your limits was key.
Thankfully, you listened to Olrox.
Mostly.
You see, it was odd to have this old man coming from nowhere and suddenly treating you like he raised you.
You appreciated the effort but it was...weird.
It'd take years before you would actually be used to it and fully reciprocate.
Even if it was unspoken.
Olrox may have even thought of a family ages ago but...well, tragedy tended to halt that possibility. And the death of his lover hadn't helped.
Olrox may have even had siblings but evidently lost them. His people were a sore spot.
I don't think Olrox is naturally maternal. In fact, he's more of a cool uncle.
But his fondness for you speaks volumes in his actions.
Protection, conversation, banter, sharing food, nagging you to feed, etc.
Olrox loves you, undoubtedly.
So...seeing you upset is not something he favors.
Olrox noticed almost immediately. You were quiet. Not necessarily avoiding him but not eager to stick to his side as usual, either. You got what you needed done and carried on.
Olrox gave you the space to be alone for a while.
But he inevitably sat down beside you.
He said nothing. Just offered you the opportunity to voice your concerns.
You didn't.
You broke down.
In seconds, you were in Olrox's arms with him cradling your head. He shushed you and urged you to breathe.
Olrox honestly didn't care if you spoke or just cried. Whatever was troubling you wouldn't for long if he could help it.
Olrox wiped your tears and joined your foreheads.
Others would make the mistake of thinking the intensity in his green eyes indicated anger. But you saw past the sterness and saw the promise.
The protective love that said, however silently, that nothing would reach you under his watch. That he was here. Always.
You two didn't exactly ask for one another. But you would die before forsaking each other.
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