#Tw hyperventilating

[iciatheguardess]

My honest reaction to Raina dying like that:

[scrumblewonk]

hyperventilating and crying over dead gay people

[ashersbraincell]

Just had the most terrifying nightmare yet, one of those stereotypical ones that actually incorporate both real life events twisted into optimum trauma factor scare and topped off with a dusting of sugar(your traditional spooky stuff)

I will try to retell it, but first

TW: bodies, trauma, school trauma, second hand embarrassment, sleep paralysis, nightmares, night terrors(?), being chased, body horror, physical abuse, bullying, fear of the dark, fear of heights, hyperventilation, hyperventilating, false awakening, being stared at, being watched

Okay, so first thing I remember is that, for some reason, in this dream-universe it was required of all school graduates to complete a day of chaperoning the youngest(a year 7, I live in Britain). So I’m chaperoning this kid, I think his name was Liam? Something with an L I think. Looks, kinda familiar? I’m not sure now. I couldn’t recreate his face now if you asked me to imagine it clearly but in it was still much clearer than most dream characters.

Well anyway, we check in with the head of the school(who, again, looked familiar but I don’t think I actually knew her irl. Perhaps she was a mashup of all the female teachers I’ve known that had long-ish white blonde hair. Well anyway, she sets us off for the day. I find myself actually somewhat compassionate for the kid, which I guess was expected since, again, in the „dream universe” the reason this was required was to build compassion and kindness or something.

So there were two moments when my school trauma(bullying), particularly showed up. Once, just, seeing that familiar hallway. With the Nurses office and all(personal detail, won’t make sense but wanted to add it for myself). Then, later, there was a more elaborate moment. So it’s breaktime, and this kid meets up with his chubbier, glasses friend(/not negative just the two descriptors I particularly remember. He was also blonde like Liam but his hair was slightly more bowl-cut shaped).

Said friend has a bottle(for some reason, one shaped like those gas tanks? It was huge) of alcohol. Naturally, I caution them but I’m too timid to overstep my boundaries. Doesn’t matter though, since lessons start up again and. The crowd comes(another trauma, my school had major overcrowding to the point that it became dangerous oftentimes when breaks would end especially). I get lost in the sea of people, and start completely panicking/crying/hyperventilating when I feel some guy just, grab my hair and yank it continuously(didn’t happen specifically back then, but I had many other experiences of being physically abused in those crowds, shoving, shoving against walls/door-frames, kicking, etc).

It cuts to later when I’m apologising for just, blanking out like that but the aforementioned blonde haired lady is forgiving. Later, it is lunchtime and I loose the kid again, I assume among the masses of people though this time I don’t think it was any more scary than just being a crowd(don’t think any more physical abuse occurred). So I’m looking for him everywhere and eventually remembered that some kids would gather in classrooms to eat(this didn’t actually happen, again, dream-universe thing), and check until I find him and sit down.

They are, unsurprisingly drinking alcohol. At some point I HAD reported that so I wondered how they weren’t caught. Somehow, H(again, personal detail, stands for a name I OBVIOUSLY dont want to disclose) was another chaperone for some other kid there at the time, which is suprising how much of a general red flag he is as a person. But I try to put up face and just, make it to the end of the day. But, eventually we start watching cringey tik toks to make fun of them, and an old one of mine comes up(though I’ve had cringey tik tok accounts that I am mortified by, this one wasn’t an actual one I’ve had, again dream-universe thing. Not necessarily a trauma but it is a fear of mine that someone could find the ones that DO exist so another point for realism horror ig). Obviously I’m so distracted by this that we proceed to be 10 MINUTES late, and that’s apparently my last strike.

Now here is where I think my brain ran out of material to torture me with, because things get more, if not in an extremely bizarre way, „traditionally” nightmarish. As I take the walk of shame to the library, slowly transforming into a librarian, the kids’s, all the kids’s eyes have become nothing but bright red circles in a fashion that would almost the cartoonishly ridiculous would it not have had the immersiveness of the dream. All staring. And they’re droning, all in unison, something I don’t remember. I’m dream universe, I was aware of this being the consequences of failing my mission, being sentenced to working as the librarian at that school forever.

Later cuts to me in the car with my mom, talking about my „demotion”, ig. I mention the fact that the blonde haired teacher lady ACCUSED me of drinking the alcohol myself and that being the reason for my lateness, since I was much too embarrassed to admit to what actually happened. I, of course fervently denied the allegation as it was obviously something I’d never do. To which she patronisingly continued to not believe me, „reassuring” that it was „understandable” for someone my age. A statement, much to my disappointment and disbelief, my mother echoed. She would not believe me either. The whole thing had very „fallen Angel” vibes so I guess it had that going for it in the metaphorical department

Then, for some reason, we were walking through and out of an apartment complex, one of many in a line, though this one had a straight line on path towards a bridge…over a completely dark abyss. A huge one, too. Apparently, this was a normal occurrence of getting home every day(one could make out the end of the bridge, and it didn’t look particularly damaged, but it sure as hell wasn’t sturdy(it was one of those hanging rope ones). We start going through, and I just hear this bellowing howl from within the abyss. We begin to stagger back, obviously, but out of the corner of my eye, towards the edge of the abyss, on a sort of shore, I notice a…mass? No, a body. It’s really pale, white, like completely with a greyish hue, and curled up in such a way I can’t make out a head, but I wouldn’t be suprised if it was bald.

I am horrified, instinctually so. Like I just, KNOW that it will begin to chase us and something HORRIBLE will happen if it should get to us. As I begin to audibly go into hysterics(ie „oh god, oh god, what the fuck, oh god” etc) it begins to move, jerking in in-human ways, as I sprint for it. At first, my mom has the idea to try to duck behind and hide behind some of the apartment complex’s walls, (they were irregular, not lined up smoothly, with a section pertruding forward in the middle of each one) but I just knew it wouldn’t work. In hindsight, I thought my screaming had already set off it’s instincts and it was after us anyway. I eventually let go of my mom’s hand, and keep running. At this point, I was already like, half-dreaming, half-imagining it, as I was already gradually waking up so I kinda just had a „man, fuck this” moment and fully pulled myself out of the dream.

Had the sneaking feeling it COULD turn out to still be right behind me towering over my bed(I was turned towards the wall) l, so I did many a reality checks, a double-reality checks to make sure I was fully awake and wasn’t in for another round via false-awakening. I wasn’t.

Dude, when I tell you it was fucked up. One of those nightmares you wake up hyperventilating from. Eurghhh

[silver-heller]

Silver: C-can I shake your paw? Mordecai: *Hands Silver his paw.* I don't see why not. Silver: *Crying and hyperventilating as he shakes Mordecai's adorable paw.*

[sign-anon]

Someone appears in the distance.

It's a familiar face.

She flexes her fists, a growl plastered on, her eyes sparking with rage. With every footstep, another crash of lightning. With every pound of your terrified heart, she gets closer. And closer. And closer.

*sign cant breathe, hes so terrified. thej suddenly, he is, but now hes hyperventilating. he curls into a little ball, whimpering and terrified and unable to register anyone or anything other than the poud of his own heart and the sound of suns approaching rage.*

[hana-no-seiiki]

FLIRTY! READER: *through text* Wanna be my boyfriend?

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY: *does a little happy dance*

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY: *twerks in front of his shrine of you*

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY: *removes all of his angsty taylor swift/olivia rodrigo songs from his playlist to add lovey dovey ones*

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY: *changes your names on all his social medias/phones to “my one and only”*

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY: *informs his parents for their blessings in case of a wedding while planning out how to get some from yours*

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY: *plans a wedding*

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY: *and the names of your future children and/or pets*

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY: *plans out your shared bedroom space and basically every interior design of every room*

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY: *is yelling out every single sappy love song out there as he answers your text*

ALSO YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY(FRIEND): k.

FLIRTY! READER: cool.

FLIRTY! READER: so can i breed you now or…?

YANDERE/TSUNDERE! PRETTY BOY(FRIEND): I will murder you.

[cannibal-nightmares]

"Datura yellow gazing through my mind: I see the birth and death of the universe swimming around in your eyes..."

"A p-p-purring with it's poison: Should I let it lay or p-p-pluck and pull down a willing throat To lead me to the place where I have shattered? A question that I find is harmless, But at night it seeps through my eyes Arresting and caressing every fold and strand I leave too loose: I feel it pull and I unravel Singing to me, "Come and drink of my many waters" Oh, God, I am dissolving, disappearing, folding, flying, feeling every color swarming-- Slipping past my skin like snakes, they hear me waiting She sings, "I'll look into the wind, I'll look into the flame, I'll dig into the earth and swallow it again. I'll find you in the safe and quiet place inside your mind And expose all the beauty in your terror" Creating, degrading; eternal, unfading The siren is waiting, the Void is awaking..."

alternative version: [ x ]

[vampiricgf]

im so sick of hearing about the vs fashion show genuinely especially the "vs needs to go back to showing bones" shit like please just go watch something else. these people are regressed freaks with an obsession for 2003 era fatphobia

[iciatheguardess]

*stitch gets up, dusting himself off*

oh dear...

@stitch-taocc

*Icia sprints. Or attempts to.*

*about halfway down the hill, she trips over her feet and takes a tumble in the snow which is more painful due to the layer of ice forming beneath her.*

*Icia lays where she is, hyperventilating.*

No, nonononononono it's her, it's her, i- I thought it was over, no NO NO I DONT WANNA FIGHT ANYMORE- *she clutches her head, cracks creeping up her face.*

Why, why, whywhywhywhy why is she back, HOW is she back...

*She lays where she is, in a state of pure panic and horror for what won't happen.*

*She doesn't want to do this anymore.*

[Girl this is the point you start to consider retirement. 28 is not too early to retire from this]

[dedf1sh-is-missing]

(Oh boy, I do love me a panic attack)

(Finally, time to actually get the ball rolling story wise, am I right?)

[the-smallest-star]

"Oh well finally, wondered when you'd turn u-"

"Where do you get off?!"

"Excuse me?"

"You come waltzing into Patch's work, threatening HIS job because of your beef with me?!"

"You're not exactly easy to reach!"

"When are you going to get it through your thick skull, I don't WANT you to reach me!!"

"You're my fiancé! We're meant to be reachable! Are you done with your tantrum yet?"

"Tantrum?!!"

"You ran away! From your family, your responsibilities, your marrage! All because of some silly desire thats gotten you nothing but trouble!"

"I ran away because-"

"Because your mother and father broke your horns, boo hoo, maybe you should of listened to them! When are you going to grow up Gritt, Gillian wants whats best for you, my father wants whats best for me. Suck it up. Apologise to her and me, and lets go home."

".... no."

"What?"

"No."

"What do you mean no?!"

"I mean NO! I'm done! I'm done apologising! I used to think it WAS my fault y'know! The beatings, the starvations, the belittling and degrading. That if I went back and said sorry, that suddenly everything would be okay and I'd get better! But you know what? Thats not right! You're wrong, Dad was wrong, and Mom is fucking wrong!"

"I'm not going back, I'm not apologising! Not for leaving, not for bailing on a bullshit arranged marrage, not for having a dream, not for eating full meals, and not for not wanting that bullshit surgery! I was born this way, and if it was meant to be wrong then Lucifer would of designed me to want to change! I've had fucking sex with it and it was fucking great! I've taken drugs, drank until I passed out, I play music for millions and I love what I do! I found my brother again, and I'm not giving up this life I made for some pre-planned tickbox your parents made with mine!"

"So. Get. Your. Own. LIFE! Because this one is mine, I'm a fucking music legend, I have friends, I'm getting better now I'm away from toxic shitlords like my mom! I don't have to do what they say cos I'm a fucking adult, and neither do you, so find someone who you'll actually like and will happily give you as many babies as you want cos it ain't gonna be me! And you can tell Mom to take that little deal with your dad and stuff it right up her asshole!!"

"Now fuck off!"

[silver-heller]

I've discovered that apparently if Silver sees cute toe beans he will start hyperventilating and crying from how cute they are lol. Back in the day Mordecai would show Silver his hands just to activate this mode lol.

[call-me-a-simp]

can’t wait for part 18 !!!!!

Heal My Wounds

Your Ex's Friend (part 18)

Rhea Ripley x Reader / Damian Priest x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder, panic attacks

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

The door slams shut behind you and you press your back against the wall next to it.

Tears are running down your face, you're breathing heavily, still feeling like you can't get enough air. Your whole body is tense and you're shivering from fear.

Nobody from the judgement day seams to notice you're absence as of now. Damn it why did I listen to Rhea! You think to yourself.

You see the door opening again from the corner of your eye. It's the same man that touched you. You recognize him. It's one of your ex's friends, who came over sometimes.

"What are you running from pretty?" he says with a gross grin. You gasp for air and try to get away but he's fast and pins you against the wall.

"Why'd you leave him huh? Admit it, you always liked me better" he groans to your ear. You don't answer. You can't answer, you can't breathe, there is this awful ringing tone inside of your ear, your vision is blurry..

"Answer me or do I really need to teach you how to use that mouth again?" he smirks. You shake your head and close your eyes, not wanting to see what he does next.

He takes a step back and opens the zipper of his jeans. You want to run, but your legs don't move. It would be pointless anyway, he's way faster and stronger, just like him back then..

Suddendly the man in front of you I violently pushed to the ground. You gasp and a scream of fear leaves your mouth. "STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRL!" you hear someone yell in anger.

Your legs give out underneath you but before you can fall two strong arms wrap around you, keeping you up. "Shh it's okay, I'm here, I've got you" Damian whispers.

You sob in relief and hug him tightly. You're still shivering but at least you're not alone anymore. He holds you close and you hear Dominik argue with the man.

"What the Fuck was that supposed to be huh?!" he shouts, ready to beat the shit out of him.

"Bro calm down it was just a joke! Just a joke come on you're a man you get that we wanna have fun sometimes don't you?" the other one laughs.

"Dom don't do anything stupid, you've already been to jail once because of something silly like this" Damian warns.

"Something silly like this?! Are you fucking kidding me Damian?!" Dominik is furious.

"No Dom I didn't mean it like this, it's just that we don't need another fight now, we've got enough problems" Priest tries to calm him down.

Dom huffs and lets go of the man on the ground, who quickly gets to his feet and runs away. "Yeah you better run! If it wouldn't be for Damian Priest here you wouldn't even be alive anymore!" Dom yells after him.

Damian puts a hand on his shoulder and they make eye contact. Dom nods and dissappears back inside. You stay with Priest, still clinging onto him and hyperventilating. He holds you tight and rubs your back to calm you down.

"It's okay y/n, I've got you, we're here now" he whispers in your hair. "Thank you so much" you mumble against his chest.

A few minutes later Dominik returns with Rhea and Finn. Rhea immediately runs up to you and wants to hug you but Damian stops her.

She shoots him an angry looks and he explains "She's having a panic attack Rhea, be careful" she nods and gently embraces you. "God y/n baby I'm so sorry" she cries out. You hug her back and burry your head in the crook of her neck.

"Does anyone know who he was?" Finn asks, standing slightly offside not knowing how to react to everything. Damian and Dom shake their heads, but you slowly pull away from Rhea.

"I know" you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Your girlfriend keeps her arms around you, resting her head on your shoulder and stroking your side with her thumb.

"It was one of my Ex's friends. He came over sometimes and I know he already liked me back then because I was so obedient, other than his girlfriend at that time." you explain and wipe away a tear.

They nod and you feel a tear falling down on your shoulder. "Hey it's okay Demi, it's not your fault" you whisper and hug her again.

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Part 18 with a picture of Barry this time, he's soo cuteee

Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000

[hiro-doodlez]

average vocaloid song lyrics /silly

[eunoiaaaivy]

ღ....lifeline?

-cw: angst, character death, blood, unknown illness, unrequited love, short like me, mention of nightmares and crying, hyperventilating.

a/n: probs don't know abt this one. it's not really angsty.

he misses you. he misses your smiles, your laugh, the way your face would crinkle when you're happy. he just misses everything about you. he misses the way you would start a small banter with him, huffing when he calls you short. he misses ice cream on sundays with you. he misses everything related to you.

as he stares in the dark, the ceiling is what he is met with, mocking him with memories he's chasing. he could hear your laugh, despite the tick of the clock being loud. he could feel your presence hugging him from behind, even in the cold air of nothing. he could feel you. another sleepless night without you.

wasn't he stupid? why did he do that to you? why did he do that? just why? with the chasing of memories, he encounters what's there to be encountered. memories of flashing lights, the loud bustling crowd and the touching of skins, the memory of you in a cute dress, a confession remained in the air as he didn't say anything. and right then and there, the night he hates the most. because it was the last time you ever talked to each other. you lost contact, sweet moments and memories yet to be made.

it was only until he saw you at the vending machine, a shocked look on your face as you saw him. he recalls, the look he gave you was nothing of an accepted confession. it was a foreign, blank look as he no longer held warmth for you. as you reached out for him, he was met with the walls and ceilings of his bedroom as he realized it was a dream. his rushed breathing and ragged breath could be heard in the air as he tries to stabilize himself. the memory of you reaching out breaking into a thousand shards of glass as the realization eats him alive. before waking up, a flash was scene, there in all your glory, blood dripping from your nose as only a few seconds later you were met with the sound of gurgling blood out of your mouth, and as you looked at his eyes one last time, you collapsed on the floor.

and as he regains his breathing, he cries. he cries at the realization that you confessed knowing that your lifeline was going to end soon. he cries as he realized those memories eat him at night, taunting him for the things he's done to you. for treating you as such. for the lifeline that was taken away from you as he realizes that he loves you. he could remember faintly of the scene, ambulance blaring and teachers panicking, he stood there clueless. until your brother came and grabbed his collar, declaring the love you had for him was pure and unjudged, that your intentions were clear as daylight and your bright lovely heart has now dimmed like the moon on a long night.

he cries in anguish as you no longer breath. out of every day that he could've met you properly, why should've it been in your funeral, as he gazes through the area, the sobbing of your mother can be heard and the woes of your father loud and clear. the dullness of your siblings can be seen and the bright smile of yours in a picture frame in the middle of the center.

he realized, then and there that you died feeling alone. despite the friends and family, he knew you felt alone. as clear as the day and as dark as the night, you were no longer here. a brazen fool is what he calls himself as the pictures of you and him no longer feel special. and as the memories come flooding in once again on a peaceful night, he lets himself drown in them. he drowns his woes and sorrows in them as he is no longer met with a beating heartbeat. your lifeline has ended.

CLAUDE (WMMAP), AOMINE, SASUKE, ITACHI, KAKASHI, obito, dion, DILUC, kaeya, jean, eren, MIKEY, HANMA, ran, rindou, KAGEYAMA, TSUKISHIMA, kuroo, connie, hyuga junpei, NEJI, SEIJURO AKASHI, akashi keiji (?), IZEK, ERGI, sanemi, tengen, BAKUGOU, shinsou, aizawa, MEGUMI, TBH JUST ANYONE LOL I WANTED TO BE DRAMATIC. :DDDDD

©eunoiaaaivy || 2023

[codecicle]

heres the torture scene I've been looping. it's so viv n vex experimenting on emizel and i was encouraged not only to say that but phrase it that way by several people. take my hand and join my Perfect World (severe content warning ahead for graphic descriptions + realistic screaming + Literal Torture lmao proceed with caution)