Insanity_Within_Ink
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Even at death's door, Octavius being there was enough for him. Octavius comforted him, quelled so many of those burning, clawing feelings.
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Or: A 5+1 hurt/comfort fic. 5 times Oct comforted Jed, and 1 time Jed comforted Oct.
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A short SHORT oneshot written as creative writing practice about a F/M couple, where the man suffers from extreme grief and mourning of a loved one's death (not specified), which resurfaces occasionally. His partner comforts him. Hurt/Comfort because Hurt/Comfort is so good.
Please read this at your own risk. This work covers the topic of death, regret, and grief/mourning. Please read this in a good mental state. You are loved. Stay safe, everyone. :)
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- Part 2 of Creative Writing Exercises
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A short, original work in the first-person perspective of a self-harming individual during a breakdown. Vent fic. Creative writing practice/exercise. PLEASE read this in a good mental state. Read all the tags for the content/trigger warning. You are loved. Stay safe.
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- Part 1 of Creative Writing Exercises
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Based off this Tumblr text post by s4mm4n:
God I miss the days when you could show up to a strangers farm and he’d say “Whats your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I aint got one sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do for you and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who aint for married even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talking and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinking from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savorWARNING: Halfway through this story, it becomes about family loss and tuberculosis.
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10 May 2026
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One of the best original works I have ever read. Cream of the crop (pun intended). Love this so much, and the art and music?? Perfection. I love you author.