#heart to heart questions

[cor-obscenum]

Hello!!! Today, I had a really bad panic attack 😭😭😭, and I wish I had someone to comfort me in the only way that would calm me down~ "Listening to their heartbeat and talking sweet nothings so...

Can you please write Terzo and male reader in which Terzo finds his lover in the corner having a panic attack, and the only way to comfort them is letting his lover listen to his heartbeat while talking sweet nothings!

No pressure and Thank you! ♥️♥️♥️

~ brother of sin Vincent

So sorry to hear that, ghestie 🫂 I hope you're okay now! 💓

Breathe With Me

Pairing: Terzo x male reader

Summary: noticing you're having a terrible time, Terzo comforts you the best way he knows.

Tags: rated T, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, cardiophilia

"Caro?"

Tears run down your face, your breathing shallow and quick. It's happening again.

You barely take notice of Terzo squatting next to you as you sit, curled up in the corner, your whole body shaking. Your mind races, you can't focus on a single thing. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why does it have to happen to you?

"Ragazzino, you're shaking. I can tell you're not doing okay." Terzo places a tender hand on your shoulder. His touch grounds you back to reality, and you realize he's there.

"I'm s-sorry" that's all you can say between the tears that keep falling, hiding your face in your hands, embarrassed. You hate when Terzo sees you like this, at your most vulnerable.

"No need to be sorry, cuore mio. It's okay, your Papa is here. You are safe with me " He says with a gentle voice, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer into a hug. "Now, let's do what we do when you have a panic attack, shall we? Let's take some deep breaths, si?"

Your stiff muscles soften when you realize he's pulling your head close to his chest. Almost instinctively, you snuggle into his sternum, pressing your ear against it. Then you hear the sweetest sound in the world: the soft thumping of his heart. Your favorite song.

"That's it, mio bello ragazzo. Now put your hand on my stomach and breathe with me, okay?" Terzo commands softly and you comply, inhaling deeply as you feel his stomach swell up. Your ear on his chest, you can hear the air coming in and out of his lungs, all while his beautiful heartbeat resounds in the background.

"Very well, caro, you're doing very well. Breathe in... Breathe out..." Terzo whispers as he kisses your head. "Ti amo così tanto che mi fa male..."

You don't know how many breaths you take until you finally calm down. But it doesn't matter. It feels like time stops when you're wrapped in Terzo's arms, that special place that truly feels like home to you. Sometimes home isn't four walls, but two mismatched eyes and a heartbeat against your ear. And Terzo knows how much you love listening to his heartbeat - that pretty little tune that's so uniquely his, and such an intimate part of him, that makes you feel like you and him are one. Your own heartbeat has slowed down, and when you notice, you realize it's syncing with his.

Two hearts beating as one... Is it just some silly romantic trope, or is it a real thing?

Terzo pulls away slightly from the embrace.

"Are you calmer now?" He asks.

"I guess so... But can you hold me for a little longer, please?" You plead.

"Of course, tesorino. Come here." Terzo smiles, patting his chest.

Ragazzino - little boy

Cuore mio - my heart

Mio bello ragazzo - my handsome boy

Ti amo così tanto che mi fa male - I love you so much it hurts

Taglist: @boomerangjr @runscold-runsdeep

[angelofdumpsterfires]

how i feel about all the changes in s3

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael is the cool FNAF older brother to Gregory

[corneredcopia]

laser focused

bonus doodle under the cut ^^

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are back (from the grave)

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[nekoyawn5]

First year gang hanging out together. A scene redraw from Magiranger. Let's just pretend there's a pole in NRC.

[thatpunnyperson]

According to NBC here in the US, the missing titanic sub has been found. As debris. Off the bow of the Titanic wreckage.

And it looks like the sub suffered what we all suspected, and what was undoubtedly the more merciful of the two options: a catastrophic implosion from the pressure.

Also, more info has come to light about the fishing trawler with the hundreds of migrants that sank cataclysmically off the coast of Greece, indicating that the greek coast guard knew about the vessel AND how much trouble the vessel was in, and were towing it at a speed that made it capsize, at which point they unhooked the tow line and watched the trawler sink without helping the passengers to safety. Despite a bunch of other ships trying to help as well throughout the whole ordeal.

So a lot of people are dead, all because of regulations (and the lack thereof) regarding sea-faring vessels and rescue protocols. People shouldnt be allowed to make a business charging a ton of money for a ride on an uncertified, unsafe, un-seaworthy ship going deep into the ocean with no distress beacon or tether to the mothership. People also shouldnt be allowed to enact laws that criminalize the ferrying of refugees, which then force the refugees to hitch rides on fishing trawlers, and which also prevent people from helping those fishing trawlers full of refugees due to fear of legal consequences.

Hopefully BOTH of these events spark changes on an international scale in terms of what is legally allowed to be sailed, who is legally allowed to be the passengers, and what the rescue protocols are in the event of disaster for any seafaring vessel, illegal or not. It shouldnt be just the global 1% who get 24/7 search parties and remote-operated submersibles helping rescue them.

[ar-mage-ddon]

pursuing the unknown

( EPHEMERWEEK 2: curiosity )

[umblrspectrum]

hi heres art so you pay attention to me now go read the tags

[ghostlysoaps]

John MacTavish used to spend parts of his summers in England visiting extended family and this is where he ends up meeting a boy a couple years older than him named Simon. Surprisingly enough, they hit it off. His bombastic, extroverted personality somehow manages to compliment Simon’s rather timid, introverted one. Joined at the hip, the two of them quickly call themselves best friends, and, as children tend to do, develop a bit of an innocent crush on each other – going so far as to promise to marry one another if they haven’t found anyone else by the time they’re both twenty-five.

But then autumn arrives and goodbyes are made and their promises to meet up again never come to fruition.

He doesn’t forget him though. Their friendship remains a fond memory, even a decade later, though much of the details are blurred with time. Perhaps it’s because they’d been each other’s first kiss – if the chaste peck of lips-on-lips can be called as such – or it’s the ring of twined straw, brittle as tinder, he has tucked away in his box of mementos that make that particular summer an unforgettable thing.

That and his steadfast insistence no one else is allowed to use a certain nickname for him.

In any case… those faded months are far from his mind when John Price is showing him around their base of operations, introducing him to people as they go along. The one-four-one consists of near enough two dozen operatives though he’s told it’s not uncommon to be mostly paired off with a select few of his fellow soldiers if they play to each other’s strengths. He nods along and pushes for the use of his callsign when folks wish to be friendly. Until, eventually, he finds himself face-to-face with a man who needs no introduction. A living legend as it were; who’s records Soap had worked hard to beat.

“Well then, last but not least. MacTavish, this is Lieutenant Simon Riley. Also known as–”

“–my future husband,” John finishes for him, based on a name, twelve percent of a full thought and the manc accent he’d spied when hearing him dismiss a batch of recruits.

Youngest to ever make the SAS and about to be the quickest one ousted, he thinks miserably when the eyes assessing him narrow at his declaration.

“Johnny?”

Oh.

“So ye do remember me!” Pivoting from mortification to delight, and heedless to any gawking voyeurs, John slings an arm around Simon’s shoulders to draw him into a loose side-hug. “No’ long now ‘fore we need t’ get hitched, aye?”

“Courthouse is a twenty minute ride,” Simon says drily.

Soap laughs, brighter than he can remember doing for a long time, before he immediately starts teasing Ghost about not proposing properly.

(He does, of course, do so years down the line.)

[cor-obscenum]

Yeah no I’m also not a fan of unhappy endings with dark cardiophilia. Nothing crazy in mind I would just like to see femdom Aurora :)) -🫀

Omg so sorry for taking so long to reply, I was having a really bad case of writer's block for this one... Hopefully you'll like how it turned out!

There Will Be No Tenderness

Picture from Pexels, edited. Title is a reference to the song "Hatefuck" by The Bravery (check it out, it's a banger)

Pairing: Swiss x Aurora.

Summary: Swiss wants to try something different in the bedroom with Aurora. More specifically, he wants her to torture his heart.

Contents: 16+, but still fetishy, dark cardiophilia, self-inflicted arrhythmias, heart pressure, femdom Aurora, medfet, latex kink, stething, trampling

Word count: 1.218

Read on AO3

"So, let me get this straight... You want to use your quintessence to mess with your heart rhythm? While I press down on your chest?" Aurora asked coyly, delighting in seeing a blush crawl in Swiss's face.

"Well, yes, haha" the multighoul replied, barely containing his nervousness.

"Well, I suppose this can be arranged... I never tried anything like that, but if it floats your boat... Is 10 PM an okay time for you?"

"It's perfect."

"It's a date, then. See you in my quarters at 10 PM and let's see how can I play with your heart..." The air ghoulette finished, placing a peck on her boyfriend's lips.

Swiss spent the rest of the day feeling like he was walking on clouds. Daydreaming about Aurora dominating him in all her dainty glory and abusing his heart. He could barely focus on his ghoul duties from the anticipation, everything was a blur to him.

9:59 PM. His heart pounded on his chest as he knocked on the door of Aurora's room.

"Come in" her cute voice sounded front the other side. Swiss bit his lip as he turned the doorknob, and the vision he got made his heart just about stop.

Aurora was wearing a skin-tight teal latex dress, a nurse's cap and a stethoscope around her neck. She smirked as she saw her lover enter the room, flustered and ready for his treatment.

"Welcome, my patient. Have a seat." She commanded, her voice soft yet firm.

Swiss obeyed and sat on the bed, giddy from the excitement. Aurora started putting on black latex gloves, stretching and snapping them seductively. The squeaking sounds of the latex made Swiss just about pass out from the expectation and growing arousal in his crotch.

"What brings you here in my office?" The air ghoulette asked in a stern tone.

"Well, let's say I haven't been happy with my heart rate lately... It's a bit boring, you know?" Swiss replied.

Aurora stared at him for a couple seconds with a smug expression, really living up to her dominant persona.

"That's certainly an unusual reason for seeing a doctor. Aren't you aware of the dangers of playing with your heart? It could put your life at risk."

Swiss gulped, taken aback by the reply. Time to play the needy sub.

“Eh, yes, I am aware, but I want it anyway.”

“Why?” Aurora questioned, still looking impassive and stern.

“It’s that… It seems dangerous and exciting, like an extreme sport, you know? I really want it.” Swiss said with pleading puppy dog eyes.

“Well, if you want it so much, I guess I can oblige, then.” She finally gave in. “But first, let me check you up to see if your heart is healthy. Would you mind removing your shirt?”

Swiss unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side at an impressive speed, such was his eagerness for the “checkup” to start. Aurora got very close and placed two gloved fingers on his throat, feeling for the carotid pulse. Her free hand cupped his cheek, running a latex-clad thumb across his cheekbone, which made the multi ghoul visibly blush from the fluster. The friction of the gloves against his skin was so tempting, so sensual that made his heart rate rise significantly, which the air ghoulette definitely noticed.

“Pulse seems normal, just a little elevated. Now let me take a listen.” She put the earpieces of the stethoscope on her ears and placed the chestpiece against his chest. This move alone made the multi ghoul’s heart race, his arousal and excitement already over the stratosphere. It was beating so fast that Aurora's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing the freakish thumpthumpthump through the stethoscope.

“It's so fast…” She commented, faking concern. “Are you feeling okay? No dizziness, shortness of breath or anything?”

“I'm fine…” Swiss replied with a breathy voice, not even trying to contain his fluster anymore.

Aurora listened for a few more delicious seconds, letting her partner relish in the feeling of having his heart listened to. Then she took the stethoscope out and placed it in his ears, earning an awkward moan from the multi ghoul.

“I'll let you listen from now on, since you seem to be enjoying it more than I am. Now let's monitor this ticker.” She said, moving away to look into her bag, where she picked up a pulse oximeter and put it to Swiss' right index finger.

Swiss felt like he was between heaven and hell.

“120 beats per minute. Not bad for a pathetic little simp waiting to have his heart tortured, like he himself requested.” Aurora commented smugly on the reading of the oximeter. She leaned in closely, lips brushing Swiss’ ear, and whispered: “Are you ready? Can we start with the procedure now?”

“Yes, please” Swiss pleaded, his voice an octave higher, almost a whimper.

The air ghoulette shoved him into the bed, forcing him to lay down. She placed both hands on his sternum as if she was going to perform CPR and pressed down, releasing her body's weight on him. The multi ghoul channeled his quintessence to her hands, which multiplied the pressure on the organ and made it literally struggle under the ghoulette’s weight. The fast, tortured beats sounded like the most beautiful music through the stethoscope.

“Is that all you can take?” Aurora teased. “I'm not even trying and you're already looking so done. What a weakling you are.”

“No, I want more, please” Swiss muttered, almost out of breath from the pressure on his lungs.

“And you shall have more. But first, let's take a look at your numbers.” She pulled away to allow him to take a breath, and checked the oximeter. “160 beats. That was just the warmup.”

She pressed down on his chest again, and this time the quintessence flew more strongly, which made the air ghoulette tremble. With her low-cut dress, bending forward, she was a sight to behold, and the vibration of the quintessence made her tits jiggle beautifully to the multi ghoul's delight. His poor heart struggled, pumping vigorously as if he was running a marathon, and soon he could feel the rhythm becoming irregular - just the way he wanted. At first it faltered in faint, fluttery skips, until the beats became erratic, bordering on a life-threatening fibrillation. It was so dangerous, yet so delicious. Swiss’ heart was struggling so much, if he was hooked to an EKG, the graphs would look like rough scribbles - nothing like a normal heartbeat.

Aurora pulled away, legitimately concerned upon feeling the irregular beats.

“I think we should stop now. Otherwise your heart is not going to take it.” She said in a condescending tone, looking at the oximeter in Swiss' finger. “220 beats! Now that's impressive. I'm proud of you and your little ticker, working so hard to stay alive, despite my abuse.”

“Thank you” the multi ghoul muttered between gasps.

“Now I need you to promise you're gonna take good care of your heart, okay?” Aurora asked in a gentle tone, trailing kisses from Swiss' chest upwards, until locking lips with him. The multi ghoul sighed, contently, basking in the warmth of her passionate touch. Sweet aftercare ensues.

Taglist: @runscold-runsdeep @boomerangjr

[beautyofattolia]

Not enough people talk about this moment in Catching Fire.

Peeta immediately recognizes the sound of Gale getting whipped and considering how we know his mother is abusive, this can only mean that Peeta and his brothers must have been whipped often enough for him to recognize it even from a distance.

God, there are so many details hidden in the background like this. It amazes me and says so much about how good of a writer Suzanne Collins is, but this detail in particular breaks my heart.

Peeta goes through so much in his life and yet he still chooses to be kind.

[chloesimaginationthings]

IS THAT JEREMY!?

I’M GLAD YALL NOTICED THIS DETAIL! To answer your question,,, oh yknow

[tagerrkix]

WHERE IS HE D:

(sorry for deleting and posting this again 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ one tiny insignificant thing was bothering me and when I edited it it wouldn't show on reblogs and that kinda made me go 😠😠😠)

[shepscapades]

7. Lincolnshire Posy: II. — Composed by Percy Grainger, Performed by the Dallas Wind Symphony

It’s been on my mind lately that I had a lot of these Spotify song requests that I finished and never got around to posting, so I’m gonna try to chip away at posting these over the next few weeks! BUT Hi Ghost :] It’s so funny this was the song you ended up getting the number for; I had actually listened to it on loop during the deepest trenches of ranchers brainrot however many months ago, so I’m really happy I ended up being able to draw something for them!! <3 This is also the part where I expose myself for being an unashamed band kid =w= Grainger’s one of my favorite composers, so I listen to his works a lot and couldn’t help associating the really soft hopeful horns with this kind of healing period for the ranchers ;w;

I probably won’t ever really go into the details of the m-1 server’s overall plot, but I think the general vibe for m-1 ranchers is that these little moments of soft sunlight and healing bones were some of the most needed for them, so that’s why scenes like this always stand out in my mind <3 Context aside though, I think m-1 ranchers are just super sweet so!! figured I’d Full-Send share this soft doodle of them :]