Comfortwriting Stories

While I'm away kinda things. Thoughts I've had or just stuff I'll write about I guess. *shrug*

𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉. 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒. 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

- an oc x heeseung au wherein ella moves to paris in hopes of finding love after a recent breakup due to lost feelings and ends up finding a sweet barista who always memorizes her order and eventually both fell at the same time. (if you see this twice, my wpad was glitching and wouldnt show the other LOL)

Story #1 (This has a very brief abuse mention) OC x canon (Michael Afton) fluff I literally only wrote this for comfort so it's short I know my writing sucks be quiet -

Random oneshots of whatever comes to mind! There's gonna be a heck of a lot of nonsensical things in here, maybe some mild eldritch horror, and very likely a lot of bog gremlin comfort creatures. Might end up being poems in here too? We're gonna see how this works out but it's gonna be very random. Don't expect regular updates, this is me writing for comfort :D TABLE OF CONTENTS - Do They Know? - poem-ish thing about objects retaining memory The Cleric's Call - honestly don't know how to describe this, let's go with cosmic bugcore horror

This poem was born from grief. I started writing it after my grandma passed last year -- and because I've always loved Edgar Allan Poe's darkness and Emily Dickinson's way of cutting straight to the soul, I spent over a year quietly studying both of them and writing this. For the longest time this piece stayed hidden in a notes app, something I wasn't sure I'd ever share. I posted it this morning only on Tumblr at first because it felt safe -- like the kind of corner where grief can sit beside you without needing to be polished or perfect. But I decided to put it on Wattpad too. Because grief isn't something only a few of us carry. It's something almost everyone brushes up against at some point, and it felt right to share it with both sides of my little world. If even one person finds comfort in it, then letting it breathe in both spaces was worth it. I hope this poem reaches anyone who's moving through loss -- or has carried it for a long time. If you read my story I'm Lost Without You on Wattpad, you know how deeply my grandmother shaped me. Losing her has been one of the hardest parts of my life... and in the last year, I've also lost both of my remaining grandparents. One by one, a year apart, until there were none left. With my grandfather's wake coming up this weekend, it feels right to finally share this. Maybe it finds someone who needs it. Maybe it reminds you that you're not alone in what you're feeling. If this sits with you -- even quietly, even painfully -- I hope it also offers a little warmth. Like a candle after the flame