#drowned in torment

[stylistic-nightmare]

Bolt Thrower - Drowned in Torment

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

I think Slay the Princess is so popular partially because the *gets stabbed* "I'm in love" reaction is both intentional on the part of the developers and then they completely follow through on it.

[jeanivere]

dont like boats and cant row for shit ik this white boy never around water enough to know how to swim LOL

[onouwu]

Mermaid Hunter's Lesson

The ocean’s depths concealed a multitude of secrets. Among them, a group of enchanting mermaids. Their iridescent tails shimmered in the oceanic twilight, drawing attention away from their fleshy halves.

Hiding amidst a city that looks like underwater ruins, they lived their lives in harmony for the most part. However, their tranquility was being threatened by an unexpected hunter— a researcher’s lapdog named Elina. Her lean and athletic form trained by years in the ocean, despite not being native, she was a force to be reckoned with.

On this day, the hunter was hot on the mermaids’ trail; the propellers attached to her back like wings pushing her through the aquatic labyrinth swiftly. Despite lacking fins, she was fast and agile, imposing a game of cat and mouse upon the inhabitants of the sea with her dart gun.

However, the chase had taken a toll on the mermaids, who tried as hard as they could to defend themselves by pretending to not exist. Among the mermaids was Seraphina, a mermaid with long, flowing, purple hair. The most daring of them all, a protector of her people. Her emerald eyes reflected a plan, honing in on the two clasps holding the helmet in place. She moved with the stealth and grace of a marine predator as she approached the hunter from behind. With a swift motion, Seraphina reached out and sliced at the straps of the clasps with her clawed fingernails, then tore the helmet from the woman’s head.

A gush of tiny bubbles erupted around them as the woman gasped in surprise. Her world was muted, the hum of her suit’s engine and her own steady breathing replaced by the solemn, haunting quiet of the deep ocean around her head. Panic blossomed on her face while her blonde hair spread out in the water, her eyes widened as the realization set in. She attempted to ascend, to break free from the depths and gulp down the sweet, saving air from above.

But the mermaids rushed to her. One of them, a lithe creature with a tail as purple as twilight, shot forward and held the woman’s arms behind her in an embrace as intimate as it was malicious. The hunter struggled, her desperate thrashes echoing silent turmoil into the sea. The mermaid’s strong arms bound her.

Another mermaid swam forward, her dark eyes meeting the woman’s. Her slender fingers reached toward the zipper of Elina's swimming suit, it yielded to her pull. The fabric parted, revealing the bare skin underneath.

The contour of the hunter's ribs, the curve of her breasts, the subtle play of muscles under the skin. The hunter's chest was heaving, a futile attempt to draw breath from a source that no longer existed.

The mermaid reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of her captive's body. Her face was expressionless, her eyes absorbing every detail, every nuance. It was as if the creature could see Elina's lungs clinging desperately to the precious air that remained trapped within, huddling to the warmth of her pounding heart. The mermaid's arms wrapped around the hunter, pressing their bodies together. Elina could feel the strong beat of the mermaid’s heart against her chest as a dark plan expressed itself in her eyes. She could see a terrifying, meticulous thought brewing but she was helpless to do anything other than find out in its unfolding.

And then, the final act of their underwater ballet commenced. The mermaid leaned in closer, her mouth covering the woman’s with an unsettling tenderness, tongue slipping between her clenched teeth. A gasp, a struggle, but it was futile. The mermaid’s gills billowed, and she began to pull, to drain the very life-giving air from Elina’s lungs. It was a violation unlike anything she had ever experienced, a theft of the very essence of life itself. The mermaid’s eyes remained open, watching her face as it contorted in desperation and agony. There was no malice in her gaze, only an intense study and a dark satisfaction. The hunter’s lungs contracted, the vacuum increasing with each passing moment, a relentless force that seemed to reach into her very soul.

Those gentle arms squeezed around her chest, tens of the creatures gathered around to watch her slow and deliberate torment. It was as if the mermaid was tasting her fear, savoring her suffering, getting back at her for every moment she spent in the ocean. A vast emptiness that spread through her body, consuming her from the inside.

Elina felt her body give in, her futile struggles becoming slow and heavy as a flurry of bubbles stolen from her lungs passed through the creature's gills and drifted toward the surface. Her vision blurred, her thoughts scattered, her very existence narrowing down to the sensation of the mermaid’s mouth on hers, her helpless little heart’s frantic march towards oblivion into the arms of an unforgiving creature, and in the presence of many more. The hunter’s world dimmed to blackness for a moment... Then the feeling of those cruel, uncaring lips returned. As if the punishment had continued in the afterlife... they felt more vivid. The pressure on her chest felt rhythmic and forceful, then gentle, as if a head was placed upon her chest... then it all disappeared. A sudden return to consciousness was violent, filled with confusion and disorientation. Elina’s lungs spasmed, a relentless cough forcing water from her system as she heaved on the shore. Her mind was a tumultuous whirlpool, unable to grasp the reality of her survival.

The water around her legs receded with each wave. Her eyes, clouded with pain and disbelief, sought to make sense of her surroundings. The feeling of sand under her hands and the salty sting of the sea breeze seemed surreal.

A movement in the sand caught her eye, a shadow darting towards the ocean. But it was gone before she could focus, leaving her only with the haunting sound of retreating waves. An uncanny chill crawled up her spine, a realization that something inexplicable had occurred, something far beyond her comprehension.

She staggered to her feet, her body aching and her mind foggy. Something felt different, a sharp stinging of her abdomen. Glancing down, she gasped at the sight of her belly. There, etched in raw, reddened flesh, were words that sent a jolt of terror through her very soul: “Stay out.”

The meaning was clear, a warning. A message from the depths, from the creatures she had sought to hunt.

As Elina staggered away from the beach, her mind replayed the horrifying experience, the faces of the mermaids etched into her nightmares.

She heeded the warning. The ocean, once a realm of fascination and conquest, had become a forbidden territory.

[laulo821]

oh you're a couple? who's the You Shouldn't Have Done That and who's the You Don't Know What You Did of the relationship?

[shoechoe]

I find it kind of funny that I have personal friends who say they were terrified of ZIM episodes like Dark Harvest when they were little kids. Personally when I was younger I was never bothered by Zim's freaky alien torture stuff in the slightest (in fact I adored those episodes lol). Instead, the scenes that really bothered me to the point that they were hard to watch were the ones with Dib pressuring Zim to eat Earth food (knowing he's repulsed or actively hurt by it) and doing stuff like splashing him with water (which burns his skin) and laughing when he gags and screams in pain. When I was little the cafeteria food in my school regularly made me gag and cry attempting to eat and I had a lot of sensory issues in general that could make school very unenjoyable so scenes like that hit way harder for me than they probably were intended to

[stormyoceans]

HAPPY WE ARE FINAL EPISODE DAY IM NOT READY TO SAY GOODBYE

[valgreaves]

holy water cant save you now bitch

[loreholdlesbian]

Shadowmoor Blue (and blue/hybrid) -1/-1 counter cards

Art links

Scavenger Merrow

Dreamshaper

Drowning Torment

Song of Sorrow

Filth Stirrer

Uncanny Imitator

Tidehunger

Faerie Sneak

Fleshformer

Sunkengrove Selkie

Kelpfloor Lurker

Shrunken Torment

Card transcriptions below

Twelve cards

The first

Scavenger Merrow 3U Creature- Merfolk Rogue [common] When Scavenger Merrow enters the battlefield, draw two cards, then discard a number of cards equal to its power. Persist (When this creature dies, if it had no -1/-1 counters on it, return it to the battlefield with a -1/-1 counter on it.) 2/2

The second

Dreamshaper 2U Creature- Kithkin Wizard [uncommon] 2U: Tap or untap target permanent with a counter on it. Persist (When this creature dies, if it had no -1/-1 counters on it, return it to the battlefield with a -1/-1 counter on it.) 2/2

The third

Drowning Torment U Enchantment- Aura [uncommon] Enchant creature Enchanted creature has "At the beginning of your upkeep, return this creature to its owner's hand unless you put a -1/-1 counter on it." When Drowning Torment is put into your graveyard from the battlefield, return it to your hand.

The fourth

Song of Sorrow 2U Sorcery [uncommon] For each creature with a -1/-1 counter on it, you may add or remove one of those counters from it. Retrace (You may cast this spell from your graveyard by discarding a land card in addition to paying its other costs.)

The fifth

Filth Stirrer 4UU Creature- Elemental [uncommon] When Filth Stirrer enters the battlefield, put two -1/-1 counters on each creature you don't control unless that creature's controller returns it to its owner's hand. 4/4 Its murky tides sicken any strong enough to bear them and wash away any who are not.

The sixth

Uncanny Imitator 2U Creature- Shapeshifter [rare] You may have Uncanny Imitator enter the battlefield as a copy of any creature on the battlefield except it enters with a -1/-1 counter on it. 0/0 It looks just right enough to be horrifically wrong.

The seventh

Tidehunger 3U Creature- Elemental [rare] Wither (This deals damage to creatures in the form of -1/-1 counters.) If a creature with a -1/-1 counter on it would become untapped, you may instead remove a -1/-1 counter from that creature. (It remains tapped if you do.) 2/3 All things lost to lapping tides find their way to gnashing teeth.

The eighth

Faerie Sneak 1 U/B Creature- Faerie Rogue [common] Flying Put a -1/-1 counter on this creature: Surveil 1. (Look at the top card of your library. You may put it into your graveyard.) 1/3 Any would-be witnesses find a needle in their eye long before they find her.

The ninth

Fleshformer 3 U/R Creature- Shapeshifter [uncommon] At the beginning of combat each turn, you may add or remove a -1/-1 counter from Fleshformer. Fleshformer gets an additional +2/+0 for each -1/-1 counter on it. 3/3 The only thing ever constant about it a state of change.

The tenth

Sunkengrove Kelpie 3 G/U G/U Creature- Merfolk Wizard [rare] When Sunkengrove Kelpie enters the battlefield, draw a card for each creature you control with a counter on it. Persist (When this creature dies, if it had no -1/-1 counters on it, return it to the battlefield with a -1/-1 counter on it.) 3/3

The eleventh

Kelpfloor Lurker 2 G/U G/U Creature- Elemental [rare] All damage is dealt to Kelpfloor Lurker as though its source had wither. (A source with wither deals damage to creatures in the form of -1/-1 counters.) At the beginning of your upkeep, you may remove a counter from Kelpfloor Lurker. If you do, draw a card. 5/5

The twelfth

Shrunken Torment 1 U/B U/B Enchantment [rare] At the beginning of combat on your turn, put a -1/-1 counter on each creature you don't control with toughness 2 or greater. Though the merrows did not remember trapping the faerie as children, the faerie remembered, and repayed in kind.

End transcription

[therewithinthestars]

shout out to levi to still somehow being my comfort character that i remember in the middle of nasty sleep paralysis attacks despite not being in aot fandom for years (the only comfort character i can remember in those moments btw)

[harri-etvane]

#say it with me - AO3 does not need another Harriet Angst Collection TM

Okay. AO3 does need another Harriet Angst Collection TM.

Anon 🥺 thank you so much for the encouragement!

I probably won't subject anyone to Another Harriet Angst Collection ™️ but when I tell you this prompt has been rattling around my head for the last three days-

“Let me help you, please. I can’t stand on the side, quietly staring at all the scars you carry.” 

[impossible-rat-babies]

I just. love the funny intersection eyrie has between DRK and WAR it just tickles my fancy

[onouwu]

Dr. Omiata's Depravity: By the Riverside

Ellie was down by the river, a moment of respite from the battlefield, her mind drifting back to her old life. The gentle lap of the water against the shore was a relaxing break.

The sudden appearance of a woman with striking auburn hair interrupted her contemplation, her green eyes ablaze with anger and determination. “For killing my sisters, you will perish!” she accused, her voice full of anger.

Ellie’s eyes narrowed, her heart quickening at the challenge. The misunderstanding amused her. “You got it all wrong, but I can add you to my collection too!” she replied, an unnerving thrill in her voice; Delighted by the thought of having a trio.

The auburn-haired woman, overcome with fury, rushed toward Ellie, her battle axe gleaming. Ellie dodged the wild swing. Ellie left her hammer, but the woman put so much into her swings that her recovery was slow. Seizing the opportunity, Ellie struck back with a well-aimed kick across the side of the blade, sending the woman stumbling toward the edge of the river. As the woman struggled to regain her balance, Ellie moved in, pressing the handle of the woman’s own axe against her neck.

The force of the push caused the auburn-haired woman’s head to go under the water. The river. Bubbles and splashes erupted around her face as she thrashed desperately.

Ellie’s grip was firm, her eyes cold as she watched the woman’s futile struggle. The water, cool and unyielding, played its part in her dominance. The woman’s frantic gasps and gurgles were music to her ears.

Ellie’s movements were methodical as she positioned herself over the auburn-haired woman, putting a knee firmly on her chest, pinning her down. The handle of the axe, still pressed against her throat.

Ellie could feel the woman’s heart slamming against her knee. It was a wild, frantic pulse, a primal rhythm of life fueling her breathless, squirming body. Every thump a desperate plea for survival. Ellie’s eyes were drawn to the woman’s chest, watching her ribs flex and contract instinctively, begging to draw breath even though her face was submerged. The movements were strangely beautiful, a dance of desperation and instinct.

The river’s current rushed around the woman’s face, entering her mouth and nose. The gurgle of water and the faint replaced the sound of her desperate gasps, panicked bubbling as she snorted it out along with her precious air.

As the woman’s heart continued its desperate beating, Ellie’s mind was calm, focused only on the sensations beneath her knee, the raw, visceral feeling of life held at her mercy. It was an intimacy of power, a connection forged in brutality, and it was a thrill unlike any other. With a grin of sadistic joy, Ellie pulled the woman’s head up from the water, granting her the mercy of breath. Her eyes locked onto the woman’s face. Those eyes, once filled with anger, were now wide with desperation. Ellie looked down and ripped open her blouse. Taking in the desperate heaving of her bare chest, the delicate dance of her ribs, and the spluttering and coughing as she gasped for air.

The rapid splaying of her ribs was magnificent, like an angel opening its wings. More pronounced now, each inhale a visible struggle, a primal urge to survive, each exhale punctuated by the tremors of a flailing heart. Her fair skin, flushed from the exertion, was slick with river water. Ellie’s fascination with this intimate struggle led her to lay her head across the woman’s chest. The sensation was immediate and intense. The pounding of her heart was no longer a distant feeling through layers of flesh and fabric; it was right there, a powerful force beneath Ellie’s ear, each beat resonating through her skin and into her being.

It was hypnotic. As Ellie listened, she could feel the muscle pumping. A sensation unlike any other. A tension within the wild woman that was too addictive to let be. She tossed the axe to the side and wrapped her hands around the auburn-haired woman’s neck. Her touch was firm but not brutal, her fingers wrapped around the delicate flesh, feeling the pulse of life thrumming beneath her touch. Ellie sat there guiding her head under the water again with an almost tender precision. The woman’s body reacted instinctively, muscles tensing and limbs flailing, but her body was weakened, and Ellie’s grip was unyielding.

She held her there, watching the water ripple and bubble as the woman’s lungs sought air they could not find. Ellie could taste the woman’s struggle, the desperate fight to survive, and she held her there in the twilight of consciousness, neither granting mercy nor delivering the final blow.

When she finally allowed the woman back up, the sight that greeted her was entrancing. The gasping breaths were more pronounced now, more desperate, a rasping sound that spoke of life clinging to the edge. And there, in the woman’s chest, Ellie could see the heart pushing against her breastbone, a visceral image of its increasingly frantic beating.

The intensity of it was mesmerizing, a raw, visceral display. Each punch into her ribs was a desperate cry for survival, a rebellion trapped in fevered protest.

Ellie repeated the process, pushing her hand on the woman’s chest while dunking her in the water. Each time taking the woman to the brink before pulling her back and rewarding her with a kiss. The woman passionately accepted. The breath pulled from Ellie’s complicit lungs, her only respite from the depths. Ellie’s desperate new toy more obedient by the second. However, even in her submission, Ellie wasn’t done. As she pushed her back down and the water closed over the woman’s face yet again, she could feel the pulse in the woman’s neck begin to stutter and falter.

The frantic little heart, overwhelmed by the struggle, began to quiver. Ellie watched; her breath caught in her throat as the once powerful thumping giving way to a feeble flutter.

And then it stopped.

With a sudden, sharp movement, Ellie slammed her fist against the woman’s heart. The impact was precise. The sound was a dull thud, a noise that seemed to resonate through the very core of the woman’s being.

“We’re not done yet, love,” Ellie’s voice was ominous, her words a chilling promise of the torment to come.

The woman’s body convulsed, a violent reaction to the impact, and Ellie could feel the heart stutter back to life beneath her touch, as if against its own will. The rhythm was weak, faltering, but it was there, a spark of life rekindled by Ellie’s sick desires.

[my-burnt-city]

shout-out to the burnt city performers who were in the drowned man but who i never saw much of back then, it has been absolutely giddyingly delightful to get to watch you perform this time round. i'm sad to have missed out on previous following opportunities, but so grateful to have had such wonderful new opportunities to right my wrongs 🥰 🥰 🥰

[chastiefoul]

“my wife” ft. nanami kento

in which the married man nanami kento cannot stop using every single excuse to call you his wife. he just can’t help it, it sounds really nice.

at the bakery, instead of looking for it he went to the counter to ask, “excuse me, do you have whole wheat bread? my wife prefers that over the plain one.” was there a reason for him to mention you? nope. is he going to to it again? absolutely.

he now brings home cooked lunch to work. the man who usually dreads the small talk from his coworkers now becomes quite eager when they notice the bento and asked him about it. “my lunch looks great? thank you. my wife cooked this for me.”

or when it’s after hours and there’s random talk amongst the workers such as places to visit on vacation. “these are really good recommendations, i’ll have to visit them with my wife if i have the chance.”

when he’s on grocery shop duty after work when you asked him to buy something from the market. kento tasted the one of the sample food and perked up, for two reasons. reason one is that he finds something you’d like, second reason, “where can i find more of this? my wife would love this.”

when a random stranger flirts with him and he didn’t miss a beat to say, “ah, you find me charming? thank you, my wife would agree.”

his phone would ring while he’s occupied in a work discussion and he had the slightest smile on his face as he stood up, “excuse me, my wife is calling.”

the way he always tried to insert you in every conversation even if the topic barely correlates to you. “i seriously almost drowned that day, the beach can be really dangerous,” one of his coworker said, finishing a story. and who would be able to know why kento felt the need to say, “my wife quite likes the beach.”

even in front of mutual friends such as gojo, as he knew the both of you back from high school days. “let me ask my wife first if she wants to come.” oh now it’s gojo’s turn to roll his eyes after so many years he has tormented the blond man with his antics. “you know that i know ‘your wife’ right? that she’s my friend too?” nanami looked at him, “what’s your point?” he deadpanned.

on the most random time of the day, his mind wandered to you as always. “i miss my wife.”

-

guys i think he has a wife