#drowned in torment

[stylistic-nightmare]

Bolt Thrower - Drowned in Torment

[drolta]

watching Mizrak war with himself over what he feels are his obligations to the god he serves and his feelings for Olrox

[teddybeartoji]

obviously sae's kisses will have your knees weak, obviously they'll leave you dazed; his lips are way softer than they should be, his taste sweeter, and the hand on your neck doesn't feel as foreign as you thought it would. it's heavy, but it's good – he keeps you in your place, biting down a smirk because he can tell how antsy you are, how much you want it.

your fingers curl into the material of his shirt and he doesn't miss the faint little sound you let out when he deepens the kiss. it's cute really, how bare you are in front of him – slowly but surely, he drips you of the layers you wear to shield yourself from everbody else, and dips his fingers into your insides. you cling to him like a stray, like he'll give you what you want. what you need.

he wasn't sure he would, he doubted it at first. but now that you're letting him have you like this, all pliant and vulnerable? he just might change his mind.

[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.

[lemonlilactea]

maybe I do think about various ways of dying too often

[reneesbooks]

sitting here scheduling my febuwhump posts cackling like a gremlin as i imagine the anguish...i forgot how much fun this is :)

[whisper-and-tangle]

dynig is kindaof yuri if u think abt it tbh

[windupaidoneus]

there is something actually demonic that awakens in me when someone continuously repeatedly fails to comment on what has been said to make it about themself. few things peeve me like someone whos just not good at acknowledging & engaging with others. i do too get the "whoaa just like xyz" reactions yknow but you cant be doing that. all the time. otherwise youre just speaking over other people. & it feels like you dont give a fuck what they said. & i dont fucking like it!

[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.

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