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How to Write a Panic Attack
Physical Symptoms of a Panic Attack:
pounding or racing heart
sweating
chills
trembling
difficulty breathing
weakness or dizziness
tingly or numb hands
chest pain
stomach pain or nausea
feeling lightheaded
tense muscles
dry mouth
constriction in the chest
feeling like they're being choked
Other Symptoms:
heightened vigilance for danger and physical symptoms
anxious and irrational thinking
a strong feeling of dread, danger or foreboding
fear of going mad, losing control, or dying
feelings of unreality and detachment from the environment
Triggers for a Panic Attack:
something unexpected (ex: a phone call)
a reminder (objects, smells, locations, specific phrases, etc. that can be tied back to a traumatic experience)
stress (from work, a relationship, family, etc. that has been building up)
silence (ex: being alone in a quiet room. The silence can amplify a sense of isolation)
flashbacks (a trigger that causes the person to flash back to a traumatic memory)
out of nowhere (sometimes panic attacks just get triggered by seemingly nothing)
Writing Prompts:
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
He couldn't breathe. Oh God, he couldn't breathe and he was going to die.
She knew the panic was building up, but it crashed over her like a tsunami that swept her off her feet. The pull threatened to pull her out to sea and it was all-consuming.
They felt the panic begin to wrap its arms around them like a shadow.
"Is it okay if I hold your hand?"
"Don't touch me-- don't touch me!"
Her mind was running at a million miles a second but she couldn't pinpoint a single thought.
"It's okay. You're safe."
An icy hand had reached through their ribcage and was squeezing their heart. They couldn't breathe and they didn't know what to do to regain their breath.
"My chest hurts. It hurts."
"I can't!"
They were a crumpled heap, stowed away in the corner as tears streamed down their face.
She felt like she was on a boat out at sea, the room swaying and adding to the nausea that was washing over her.
He felt like he was having a heart attack.
They gasped for air but each breath felt shallower than the last.
She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, beating like a panicked drum to the rhythm of her fear.
He felt like he was standing on the edge of a building.
They couldn't move. It was like someone was holding down their limbs, the panic rendering them utterly frozen.
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I saw Godzilla Minus One and he is quite literally one of god's silliest showa scientists
#godzilla#godzilla minus one#godzilla minus 1#HES'S SO PRECIOUS FOR THIS FILM#Koichi and Noriko are also friendship to couple goals#fuck realistic panic attacks#we're here for realistic PTSD attacks#like fuck this movie did such a good job of talking about post war emotions#I'm sorry I like movies talking about post war shit#the Toku brain continues#I could probably write a lot about this movie but#Koichi deserves all of the hugs#insane how his actor was the child form of the overlord in Agito#noda kenji
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heads up: panic attack. vent for writer.
jisung knows how to take care of you now. he shuts your laptop, setting it aside as he quickly books it to the fridge and back to push a cold water bottle into your hands. you're getting overwhelmed, rambling up a storm about an assignment you did that now looks like you copied someone else who had the same idea. he tells you that it happens, that its normal, and to just email your professor about it... but he knows you. he knows himself. sometimes little things feel too big to handle, and they blow up like this. he holds his hands over your own, thumbs tracing alongside the inside of your wrists.
"it's okay," he says, keeping his voice as calm as he can. "it's gonna be okay. it's early enough. you haven't done any work yet. if she wants you to change it, it'll be okay. you're going to be fine."
you sniffle, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggle to breathe as your chest grows tighter. you're babbling all over again: what if what if what if she gets mad at you what if she hasn't graded your assignment because she reached out to your advisors who's on vacation what if you're in the process of getting in major trouble for a misunderstanding and you just don't know it yet?
he kisses your forehead, gentle as can be, and his hands slide up to your biceps. "honey. i promise, it's going to be okay."
the water bottle slips from your hands, hitting the floor and rolling away as you move in to hold him. you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing growing more rapid as you try to hide. from what, you don't even know, but you bury your face in his chest and grab fistfuls of the back of his shirt. he embraces you, tracing circles on your back as you sob.
"it's okay," he says again. "just get it out..."
and you do. you sob into his shirt, losing yourself for a minute. two, five. you lose track. but you pull away, breathing a little more even, face stained with tears. and you meet his eyes after a moment, sniffling still.
"'m sorry..." you wipe at your face with your sleeve. "'m overreacting again--"
"it's okay," he cups your cheeks. "i'd panic, too. would i be overreacting?"
he knows the answer is yes. but he knows you'll say no, just because neither of you downplay each other's feelings in the moment even if you do sometimes laugh over the stupid things later on. he kisses your forehead again, wiping away some of your tears with his thumbs. he reaches down, scooping up the water bottle and offering it to you again. without a word, you accept it, twisting off the cap and taking a long sip of it before passing it back to him.
"better?" he says quietly. and when you nod, he sighs in relief. "i think... before you do your next assignment... we should do something silly."
you nod, and then reach for your laptop. "after i email her. will you--"
"yes." he kisses your cheek, always on the same wavelength as you when it comes to moments like these. "i'll read it before you send it. do you want a snack?" he stands, stretching, already ready to hunt in the kitchen for whatever will make you smile the most. "i'll grab us some snacks."
"yes, please." you open up your email, and wait a moment before turning to watch him go. "i love you."
he beams as he spins to face you one last time now, already making a heart with his arms, just to hear you laugh a little at him being silly for you. "i love you more!"
#nonranghaes.vent#grounding myself through writing a fic.................. hard but doable. but also what if she hates me and what if i get in trouble for#whats legit an accident bc i didnt even know how to find that stupid discussion board to begin with i promise#nonranghaes.thoughts#nonranghaes.skz#stray kids x you#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagines#stray kids imagine#stray kids x reader#han x reader#han jisung x reader#anyway. im. legit gonna take a break from looking at schoolwork for a bit. at least for another twenty minutes. i still feel sick#me every time my anxiety is chill for a bit: wow maybe i dont have-#me the minute im thrown into a panic attack over things most people would be normal over: oh.
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"The key thing was of course, the fact that Rick has PTSD and that's very much what's driving a lot of his behavior and being in a place of that level of vulnerability, back with the love of his life in that way.
It's also the thing he fears, the loss of her. It manifests itself in a way that is visceral and leads to the lovemaking not just being about love, but the revealing of pain and trauma and fear. That informs Michonne, that she can't just blast him into making sense. There's something deeper going on here that he can't verbalize. She has to help him get through in a different way. So she gets to see him, as well, as he reveals what's really in there, the wound. That's going to happen most likely in that most vulnerable space." — Danai Gurira
"Yeah, I think it is about pain. As Danai just said, it's about him wanting her and then fearing what he's about to unlock again. He gets to sort of articulate it in the scene further in the episode, when he gets to say that, 'I can't do this again. I haven't got the capacity to do this again. I've worked out how to die and live again.' So it is an absolutely necessary scene that allows Michonne to realize that there's something really broken here, more broken than she's ever anticipated. [...]
So the scene was about a real intimacy, a sort of frightening intimacy. This is a part of his personality he has shut down. It's almost like he's trying to stop himself from feeling this love again. She sees that and she just says, 'Just trust. We're back. We're the same...' I find it very moving. I think it's a very, very moving scene, because it's about them connecting in a way that he's had to deny for seven years. He's denied that connection for the sake of living on in this half life for the CRM" — Andrew Lincoln
Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira Discuss Episode 4 of The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live
#the walking dead#twd: the ones who live#the ones who live#twdedit#towledit#richonneedit#richonne#rick grimes#michonne grimes#danai gurira#andrew lincoln#mine and only mine#long post#loveddddd getting their insights on this scene and this moment#danai adding the panic attack was such a gorgeous smart and truthful detail#i think it was in other interviews but i loved how she said that the purpose of this scene was transformative in nature#it was meant to show that a switch had flipped#it basically peeled back another layer of rick's walls during this moment of vulnerability#and allowed for something to click into place for michonne to realize that there's something deeper going on#something that he's not able to say out loud and articulate#like WOWWWWW#nah fr we gotta get danai to write more episodes#bc this is sickening
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incest and pedophilia isn't sexy
#bungo stray dogs#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#bsd fanfic#bsd headcanons#fanfiction#fanfic#x reader#anti incest#from someone who's so terrified of something like that happening to me#its caused me several panic attacks#from intrusive thoughts and certain remarks made towards me#i cant fathom how people can request and write about it#and how people defend others for writing about it and requesting it#fantasizing about it is insane#just simply sparing it a thought makes me want to cry#I'm gonna block the tags and peopl but still#idk#i just feel very strongly about it#whether you act on it or not#not targeted#same as people say#if you dont like their content block them#if you dont like my opinion on this block me too#dead dove do not eat#sensitive content#| ray's yapping ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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#this is after Sebastian kills Solomon#eloise understands and could never turn him in🥺#they’re both so similar#honestly I feel like…#living with intense guilt the rest of their lives is enough punishment#but even if they feel guilt over the things they do#at the same time they would never actually do things differently even if they could travel back in time#bc in the moment it was Solomon or them and anything else wouldn’t have been Permanent enough (in their minds)#like Eloise does things that give her with panic attacks in the future but she would always do them again#bc the well-being of people she loves & of herself is her priority#and Sebastian is the same…#sorry if this is rambling…I have finally succumbed to Covid#and I have a high fever😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 every day I feel WORSE…#maybe thst is why I drew an angst drawing😃#anyways I could write up a whole post (more eloquent more thinking) about how I feel about these things#and how these two are kind of unhealthy for each other#bc they see things a lot of times as us vs them…#wow who knows if these tags even make sense😳 my fever is like 38°…#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy mc#eloise babbit#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow fanart
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neve is the definition of “they make me laugh, like genuinely laugh” when she has a crush on rook and then her screaming, crying, throwing up over it
#datv#neve gallus#neve gallus x rook#she cannot handle emotions i fear#but thats okay because my rook feels enough emotions for the two of them#bellara is there witnessing her breakdown and about to have a panic attack with her#because she does not know how to comfort her#but she’s also planning to use said quote in her writing
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forgot to mention i crossposted this on twt too just look up angst333
#another doodle to avoid a panic attack wow#vitalazam#lifesteal#lifesteal smp#princezam#lifesteal fanart#lifesteal smp fanart#lssmp#lssmp fanart#princezam fanart#vitalasy#vitalasy fanart#theyre my only reason to keep going#can you tell how much i fucking love soft vitalazam#starfox#i will write hurt no comfort vitalazam tho#just give me a few weeks
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Won't lie, this whole chapter is just generally really cathartic. From Shima showing his feelings towards Mitsumi enough to be picked up on (and actually understanding himself what Kanechika is getting at) to opening up about his acting career. He's never been so open about his past as he is now. Historically, he just lets it go unspoken so that only those who were there at the time have any idea. And even then, the others may know the *events* but that doesn't mean they know what Shima thought or felt at the time.
It sounds like Shima was in a bad place already when the whole drinking incident took place, captured in an anxiety cycle he had no way of breaking out of. And the drinking incident has always been spoken of as this black mark upon all involved (understandably so, especially for Ririka), but knowing that Shima was at rock bottom at the time, knowing that he now wants to speak to the person "at fault", I do wonder.
For all that the incident was a black mark, it sounds like Shima was at his breaking point by this stage. And the incident let him "get out". It didn't resolve the underlying issues and saddled both him and Ririka with some brand-new ones, but! If not this way, what was his escape? It would have been a full-on breakdown in some way or another, most likely.
So it'll be really interesting to see how Shima views it in hindsight now that he's finally in a place to process his feelings about back then
#very much appreciative that this chapter captured the physical aspects of shima's anxiety wrt acting w/o jumping straight to panic attacks#bc it often feels like a lot of writing either sticks to 'nerves' (purely mental) or full on panic attacks with nothing in-between#and I know it was only a page but the trepidation shima felt each and every time and how it was described was so well done#my brain has given up the ghost so this is full on rambles but the important thing is skippy loafer did it again#skip to loafer#stl manga spoilers#also. I'm curious as to if the whole party deal was meant to try and help shima 'relax' bc he was so obviously stressed#in that case his guilt for dragging ririka in would make even more sense. bc he was only there in the first place bc of his lack of roles#and considering his attitude towards his mum even now it's easy to consider that he blamed that more on himself for not telling her#and for not getting the roles. (don't get me wrong he clearly blames his mum somewhat but it's an ongoing process)
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I need people to realize how horrible 'stalking/constant surveillance/breaking into each other's homes is how the Batfamily show love' is. Like i really need someone to just acknowledge how horrific saying this bullshit is.
Like even fics where they're shown as happy and healthy and with good ties, you've always got this thing where none of them have privacy or any boundaries with each other. Which is directly antithetical to actually having good relationships. And this invasion via hacking and stalking and breaking into homes is portrayed as a positive, good thing; it's just how they show love and care to each other, after all. But for some reason I just personally don't find stalking, lack of privacy or boundaries, and emotional manipulation funny, endearing, or healthy, and just end up disgusted at the attempt to sweep it all under the rug.
#my dc posting#dc#batman#batfamily#jason todd#barbara gordon#bruce wayne#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#listen i can only take so much of it before i just breakdown okay#apparently controversial opinion but a family where its normal to vreak into each others homes and manipulate each other and stalk and#invade boundaries and autonomy and privacy can NOT be healthy#no matter how much you try to dress it up all cute w 'this is just how they are' 'its how they show their love' its never not gonna be#unhealthy and bad and toxic#like yeah they do do that. they are like that. either acknowledge it or stop trying to justify it#god this actually irks me so much#i try to idk. suspend my disblief but theres only so much i can actuallt fucking take before just#its just. im trying to read happy fluffy fics. but i cant be comforted by a family that normalizes breaking boundaries n invading privacy#and its specifically that the author aleays disregards it. instead of fixing it or making it better they opt to keep it and come up w excuse#s for it#and thats what actually triggers me#'i broke into ur house cus if i asked if i could come over ud say no' is actuallt fucking horrifying stop trying to make it seem loving???#im writing this while having a panic attack dont mind me 👍#but its like. if you can write the batfam w/o bruce hitting his kids or any other horrific thing that they do#then why must you keep the boundary&privacy breaking? why cant anyone even seemingly try to write a batfam#where theyve worked their issues abt this out best they can n have healthy established boundaries w each other??#like if u can write them all hanging out together 24/7 n bruce being s good dad why is this one simple thing the One Thing#nobody even tries to address properly???#'aw dick broke into jason's saehouse bc he wanted to hangout but jason would say no if he asked' aw. maybe dick should learn 'no means no'
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Here's a peek at the new chapter for my trapped in a nightmare fanfic :3
Very late updated but I'm trying- ☹️
#I kinda like how I'm making lunar act!#<- info! lunar is the 'protective' older brother [he's using eclipse in that dimension]#this is fun to write :3#trapped in a nightmare au#sun and moon show#sams#the sun and moon show#tsams#earth and lunar show#eals#the lunar and earth show#tlaes#teals#laes#the earth and lunar show#lunar and earth show#teaps#eaps#the eclipse and puppet show#eclipse and puppet show#also more info lunar sees himself as eclipse father [a horrible one at that-]#I actually put a lot of my trauma into this au [shown in future chapters]#more info! :3#<- once eclipse got home he had nightmares about that dimension and panic attacks if someone even mentions that dimension#<- the dimension left his terrified because spoilers can't say! :3#gummysunnybear posted#please read the book-#/nf!
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this is so stupid but i wanted something soft and angsty and more in Wade’s pov and i’m such a fucking sappy loser
so instead of being productive i wrote 4k words of Wade taking care Logan. christ
Rated E for Everyone Buckle Up It’s Wade’s Train of Thought (he is horny and swears and he gets stabbed)
#pear shaped rambling#text#text and link#ao3 link#ao3 fanfic#fanfic#short fanfic#tw blood#tw panic attack#deadpool#deadpool x wolverine#deadpool 3#wade wilson#wolverine#logan howlett#deadclaws#poolverine#wade knows self loathing and trauma#and wants to help his obviously very straight not in love with him buddy#wade is sappy like me#logan gets naked#logan wants to smash#but no smashing (yet)#they’re stupid into each other#but they’re too stupid to see it#i have no idea how to write wade. fuck#gonna go throw myself off a cliff now
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Steddie fic where steve gets possessed (upside down, demons, etc.) who try and wreck his life and relationships? But it has none of his memories cause either 1) Steve ain't letting it happen 2) x entity doesn't have that power. All it has to go off of is emotions? Cue possessed!Steve meeting Eddie and breaking up with him to harvest more chaos, only
Steve and Eddie aren't together
P!Steve: "It's you, not me. I just don't love you anymore" <feeding off emotions
Eddie: ...
Steve: aw shit
P!Steve: *contains malicious chuckle*
Eddie: ... what?
P!Steve: Ik Ik, I still want to ravish you, but I can't! We're over, I'm breaking up with you. I hope you never get over me and think about my face on every pretty boy you fuck
Eddie: *//_//*
The demon/UD gets found out pretty quick.
#the whatever trying its best to destroy his relationship with dustin#dustin just thinking its normal ragging and fires back#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#eddie x steve#steve x eddie#eddie munson x steve harrington#steve harrington x eddie munson#stranger things#everybody notices that hes been an asshst to everyone and stage an intervention#+ “i never thought youd be into dramatics#but Shakespeare? really?“#el spots it like. oh.#everyoje starts talking about it after it's gone#“damn#im surprised it didnt use xyz on us though... why do you think?“#steve off handedly still recovering: i dont think it had access to my memories#they theorize that it must have been off emotion then and steve has an internal panic attack cause holy shit eddie knows how he feels now#when people ask how they got together they say a mutual enemy#otaku writes
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They literally just gave my girl GC a panic attack and expected me to carry on like nothing happened like what the fuck man what’d you do that for
#this is a joke I think the scene was pretty good#but holy fuck. holy shit man#how come I keep writing fics with tragic topics then get shocked when said topics are handled by canon#fyi the crk fic I wrote including a panic attack was Those Blue Eyes#but i digress#anyways fun update 👍#ignore how I put the reblog tag on my own post#reblog brainrot got me again#crk#cr kingdom#cookie run kingdom#crk spoilers#cr kingdom spoilers#cookie run kingdom spoilers#beast yeast#beast yeast spoilers#golden cheese cookie
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Catra being anxious and having panic attacks over the bad things she did is actually counter productive to any hypothetical scenario where she is self reflecting and/or receiving constructive criticism.
Her potentially having crippling anxiety over being an asshole in the past PREVENTS and/or DELAYS any changes she might potentially make.
Making this character spiral over moral dilemmas does not inherently mean she’s actively working to change her ways. Her being afraid of facing her badness does not make her good; it simply means she has anxieties toward constructive criticism/dialogue.
#in response to the dumb fuck fan comics I see about Catra having panic attacks over and over#yeah like. I get th sentiment. but really that’s not how that works#well. it DOES. but if the audience of the popular fanon POV of Catra’s character is supposed to be sympathetic#why make her a wet soggy cat (metaphorically)#why make her the sad pitiful one#if she’s making changes in her life and her behavior… wouldn’t that be… impowering ?#wouldn’t she feel happier?#she wouldn’t even need to be coddled by Adora (and company).#she’d accept the bad things she’s done and would apologize with no tears none of this wet cat bullshit attitude#actually… fuck it I’ll just write something where she does exactly that#mariposa rants#what I told you guys… that making a huge self pity party for yourself… after doing some shitty thing#is actually incredibly selfish … and silly….#(ex. bojack horseman. like. literally the entire show.)#eww mariposa ranting about bojack horseman#<<< (new tag cause I’m not down with this point)#basically. feel bad for a minute. then spend the next hour working on yourself. journaling. self therapy. actual therapy. meditate. pray.#whatever the fuck dude
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Writing and art for day 16 of lifetober: Deal
Fic takes place in an AU by my friend Rose in which the rage crystal Scar gives Tango has a few strings attached. If you guys like this, I have more written I can polish up + post!! Word count: 1.3k TW/CW: Possession, panic attack (implied), swearing, villain Scar (not really a cw just a heads up)
“Tango, Tango, Tango, I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you here,” Scar said, voice low, not quite a growl but still menacing enough and grinning with the sort of happiness that wouldn’t end well for anyone else. His pale grey hair was long and a few of the more wild strands draped over his face, breaking apart the cutting gaze of his bright yellow eyes staring right through Tango.
‘Well not really, mister crystal-butt-man. Me and my crew back there were just coming by for a bit of enchanting-magic-funtimes and you were all ‘Ooh only Tango can come in’ and shooed my guys away. Jerkface.” Tango leaned back in the ornate wooden chair Scar had pulled up for him in front of the amethyst pedestal the enchanter usually sat upon, twirling the emerald-green crystal he had bought from Scar just a few days prior boredly in his ash-tinted fingertips. “But I’ll bite. Whaddya want, Scar?” Scar’s such a pain sometimes, honestly, Tango thought to himself. Always asking for this or that and another and never giving anyone the time of day, favoring selling you a clock over sympathy. Tango really wished he wasn’t stuck with him in the wizard hut, but it’d be rude to leave and he’d rather not tick off the one guy who had a knack for tracking down the enchanter.
“I’m so glad you ask! It’s all got to do with that little crystal you got there. It’s been working, right?” Scar said, leaning forward in his chair with a sick smile, crossing his hands under his chin.
“Yeah?” He stopped fidgeting with the crystal and now let it dangle limply from a thin brown string looped on his fingers
Scar’s grin widened. “Excellent! Oh, I’m so glad to hear it! The custom rage crystal, if I remember correctly. Well, not to go full ‘Villain-Scar’ mode here, but I may have… let’s say neglected to mention a bit of fine print on that fine piece of merchandise. I’ll be honest with you, I don’t feel like explaining it so I’m just going to show you. Besides, I think you’d get the point more if you just saw it in action,” Scar said as he stood up from his own chair, grabbing the wooden cane leaning on it, bejeweled with an intricate laying of crystals and engravings of cats. Tango grimaced and laughed awkwardly, not quite sure what else to do.
“Hey buddy, you feelin’ ok?” Tango barely managed to get the words out before Scar had closed the distance between them, looming over him with unnerving authority.
“Ok Tango, I’m going to need you to stay very calm, alright? Ok?” Tango nodded along slowly, a pit of concern growing in his stomach. “Great! Now, I need you to go get me a diamond from Joel’s cave. I trust you know where that is, right? Bye!” Scar spoke quickly and excitedly, words bouncing with anticipation and playful malice.
Tango’s face dropped. He tucked the crystal into his pocket and made his way down the ladder and out of the wizard’s hut without a sound. This, in theory, was against his will, but his mind was just blank, like someone had smudged out all his thoughts as one cleans off a whiteboard after using it in school. There wasn’t a will left to defy, the only thing in his mind the faint ringing of an order, carried out dutifully by his body. His hair flickered weakly, fire somehow managing to glow less than it should. To someone who knew Tango, they wouldn’t have thought him to be himself, lacking a certain swing in his step so signature to himself. Once he reached the edge of the mountain, his dull eyes hardly glanced down as he walked off, stumbling off jagged edges and drops, scraping knees and elbows until he reached the front of Joel’s cave. By some miracle, he wasn’t home, and Tango dragged himself through the entrance and started to rummage around through a few chests, getting nicked by a spare sword left unsheathed in the wreckage, until he pulled out a diamond, sharp edges seeming to glow in the miserable afternoon’s light that flooded the cavern. His eyes sparked with something akin to recognition, and hardly a second later he was heaving himself up the cliff-face.
He stumbled through the door, breathless with a straight face, to Scar’s awaiting smile leaning against the wall next to the ladder going up to the enchanter, idly twirling his hair between his fingers. Scar extended his hand, Tango dropped the diamond in, and promptly collapsed; a puppet with its strings cut. His hair exploded upwards, flames licking the roof of the shop floor and body small as he took in heaving, gasping breaths. He was shaking, but more importantly he was back. His thoughts flooded back in, horrified and scared and screaming, desperate cries to get back into his own head swirling with relieved terror at release back into his mind, the flood of sudden information and emotion making him sick to his stomach. After a long, anguished moment, he looked up at Scar with furrowed brows, rage boiling over alongside tears out of bright red eyes.
“What the fuck have you done,” he growled, furious and terrified and helpless all at once as he stared with the most intense hatred he’d ever felt at Scar, stronger than Bdubs, stronger than the games themselves. His gold eyes just smirked down at him, glinting with the sort of mischievous malice he’d now learned to fear. Tango made a move towards the dagger he kept hidden in his back pocket, wanting nothing more than to bring him down to his knees, make him feel even a fraction of the anguish he felt rushing through his body, make him hurt.
“Oh, can you stop that?” Scar laughed, and Tango felt his hand freeze in place, that same complicit nothing washing over him in a wave of pure white nothing. “Would you mind getting up too? I don’t want the floor getting damaged, that stuff’s not cheap!” He stood up.
Tango was still shaking. Badly, in fact; he could hardly stand. But Scar had said he needed to stand, so he would. Scar hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time, as if this was just a joke, just a prank. Just a prank. The fact Scar hardly cared, didn’t think what he was doing, whatever he was doing, was a terrible thing made Tango want to tear him apart with his bare hands, limb from bloody limb. It filled him with such violent, earth-shattering rage Tango forgot about the crystal sitting in his pocket. It filled him with so much rage while he couldn’t do anything but listen when Scar started to speak again.
“So! Whaddya think? I’m proud of myself for that one, I mean who else would have come up with putting a control spell on a crystal? Genius, right? It’s really quite easy, to quote Mumbo. You’ve got questions, I’m sure, but I’m not quite qualified to answer them. I’m just your local wizard, after all. I cast the magic, not a clue how it works.” Scar sighed, a slight shrug in his shoulders. “I can try though.”
“Just tell me what the hell you’ve done to me.” Tango’s eyes were bright with fury, and he could hardly spit out the words through his throat thick with anger, voice cracking as he did so. “Now.”
“Were you even listening? Gosh, it’s a control spell, Tango. Simple, too. I just… say what I need you to do, and you listen! All tied to that little crystal you got in your pocket there. Rather convenient for me, you’re like my little helper! I really am sorry for not mentioning it beforehand, I just needed you to take the deal. Think of this as a good thing! We’re very lonely here in the wizard hut after all, and I do believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” Tango didn’t do anything but bore into Scar’s soul with his burning eyes. “I apologize for any discomfort, can’t do anything about that I’m afraid. Oh, and don’t mention this to your little crew, okay?”
Tango just stared at Scar, and he only walked out when Scar said he could.
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