#how to write a panic attack

[unboundprompts]

If you’re still doing request, is it OK if you either

Describe writing a panic attack?

Or

Describe someone who has gray eyes?

-> a link for gray eye descriptions: x

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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[ianitegal56]

I saw Godzilla Minus One and he is quite literally one of god's silliest showa scientists

[nonranghaes]

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!"

[riickgrimes]

"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

[luvfy0dor]

incest and pedophilia aren't sexy

[scribz-ag24]

I've recently seen again a post talking about the Sableye and Dusknoir's relationship so i'd like to put my two cents in the discussion, for I love screaming into the void about PMD. (this isnt meant to discourage any other interpretations btw this is just my take on theirs and Dusknoir's relationship, bc I think they're very fun characters and I am very glad the game actually gives these minions a bit of relevance in se5).

Tbh I don't buy that Dusknoir treats the Sableye nicely, at least not out of kindness. I don't think he's a tyrant or inexplicably mean, of course, and I think his minions ADORE him, but i also believe that doesn't mean he's nice to them, sth that i consider meaningful for their character arcs.

Throughout the entire game he's exclusively giving them orders, in se5 he concocts a plan that involves thrashing them MULTIPLE times (he's lucky Grovyle isn't one to try and kill enemies in battle ig), and the cherry on top is that the first time we see him being fully genuine he does this:

(yes, he is in turmoil in here, but there's not a single thing implying that 1. this is an unusual response towards the sablye, 2. dusknoir feels bad for it at some point or is surprised at himself, 3. this has any impact in the sableye at all. You can argue these reactions happen off screen and we don't see them, they don't happen bc they have pressing matters to attend to or they happen after they return to life, and that's perfectly valid, but i'm sticking with what the game shows us, here.)

I must say, though, the fact that the Sableye, despite having been almost mindless pokémon up to now, STAND UP TO AND ATTACK Primal Dialga for their boss and even try to look after him despite him ordering them to check on Grovyle and Celebi first is SO important to me. they are goons to the bone and they love that scheming ghost so much.

My own view is that Dusknoir is generally polite to them (you wouldn't randomly break your own revolver or weapon without any reason, would you?), but is quicker to get mean with them than with people he doesn't know or he is seeking to manipulate. He doesn't care about their behaviour as long as they get the job done, which is why I think the anime thing of the Sableye climbing onto his shoulder isn't that remarkable, rather it's a very cute moment, one that is showing how they've been working together for long and how their size difference affects their interactions, but it is not necessarily conveying an affectionate bond (this is a bit random, but it reminds me of Disney's Jafar with Iago lmao. throw your pet sableye at your enemies so they mock them and then return to your shoulder). Additionally, Dusknoir letting the Sableye onto his shoulder is probably as close as we are gonna get to a villain turning around in his chair while petting a cat in PMD lol.

[this isn't meant to be a one-to-one comparison, it's just a detail i find cute and shows that this gesture can have multiple interpretations, with none being the only right one]

Leaving that aside, I hesitate to claim Dusknoir trusts his Sableye as allies, as Grovyle makes a point in the main story of how the Sableye (your Sableye, he says, as if objectifying them; not friends, but tools, weapons at Dusknoir's disposal) are lacking compared to the way hero/partner/grovyle support one another (power of friendship and hidden information babyyyy). The Sableye are used to Dusknoir's way of doing things, though, I'm sure. They know what happens when he's displeased, after all.

I think, most of all, the Sableye are meant to look disposable: they are 6 identical pokémon that almost act like a hivemind, and we are not supposed to think at all about how we may hurt them in battle any more than we do with the angry Manectric pack or random dungeon pokémon. This, I believe, is why the game has them stand up against Dialga and gives them unique dialogue at the end of se5. They're meant to show their inner shine, just as Dusknoir managed to do. They suddenly gain an individuality they had never shown while they were working to maintain the dark future.

Where they abandoned Dusknoir in the Old Ruins, now Grovyle has motivated them to look for their dignity and fight for a better world, and that starts with protecting their leader from Primal Dialga's rampage, and supporting his new objective and allies in their quest to save the future. In their own small way, they've also grown as characters throughout SE5.

I believe that, overall, Dusknoir saw the Sableye as tools, but thanks to their growth and clear care for him, there's a possibility he might start to see them (and by extension other pokémon) in a more genuine, less pragmatic / objectifying way in the future. Now that Dusknoir has the chance to live a fulfilling life, he may learn to care for others without surrounding himself by so many walls. If anything, I think their future is quite bright. Not that the Sableye would mind if he still thrashed them around, though lol, they're clearly not bothered much by it (special episode 0 had a great depiction of the sableye imo, you can check that romhack if you haven't yet).

In conclusion, look at these little guys who adore their can-get-mean-but-is-mostly-polite boss and probably have a body count but now are good, they're so cute:

[writingdevil]

damsel x paranoid please? (if you can)

(OH MY GOD OUR FIRST PRINCESS APPEARANCE! Technically I've written about Nightmare and Razor, but that was just a character study-this is our first request! They'd actually be really funny together, so I hope you enjoy this one!)

Paranoid's face was numb.

He knew that his face was damp with tears that continued to slowly trail down his face, but all Paranoid could feel was the way his head was bursting with pain, and the pins and needles sensation that made his face feel fuzzy and numb at the same time.

He was outside. He wasn't sure when or even why he was outside, but the feeling of the forest wind brushing across his head face was a welcome relief.

A hand carded through his feathers, and Paranoid flinched, before soft sobs escaped him.

He wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but he knew it ended up in a panic attack. One second, everything was pressing down on him, threatening to crush him until his bones snapped. The next, he was sobbing into the silent forest, blindly running forward, hugging himself as he did, although it offered little comfort.

He remembers being too overwhelmed to keep going, crashing to his knees as his body wasn't his to control in that moment.

He remembers everything beginning to blur and consume him, until she appeared. She said something, but Paranoid couldn't hear her. But then she opened her arms out to him, and Paranoid understood that message clear enough.

He threw himself at her, attaching himself around her middle, focusing on the feel of her dress, her voice, her everything that wasn't the mess that Paranoid was, until the worst of the panic attack was over, and now he was left with the numbing aftermath.

His head was in Damsel's lap, his arms loosely around her waist, as she hummed a tune to herself, one hand rubbing his back, and the other preening the feathers on his head.

It was funny-usually he hated other people touching his feathers, but right now, the feeling made him feel boneless in her hold.

At first, when he registered that it was Damsel that he was with, he had the sudden urge to flee and stay away from her. It didn't matter how harmless she looked, or how beautiful her soul was, according to Smitten.

She was still a princess. She was still a threat, and just because she struggled with the ability to take control of her own life, doesn't mean that she couldn't find a way to endanger Paranoid's.

But-if Paranoid were to push past his fears and worries, he'd say that the real reason was that he didn't want to make Damsel be here and deal with him when she doesn't need to.

Paranoid's had over a million panic attacks, and over half of them he dealt with himself. He didn't like it when other people saw him this way, weak and frazzled. Even though he was on edge most of the time, he could at least keep it together for the sake of the flock.

Except for the times that he couldn't, and he just became something to pity.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the feeling of her fingers against his feathers, waiting for the fuzzy sensation in his face to pass.

He knows he didn't say anything to her, but it still felt like Paranoid was being greedy with her, and that made his stomach turn with discomfort.

Eventually, his sobs subsided, and Paranoid turned to shove his face into her lap to get rid of the last remnants of numbness in his face, and then he was starting to feel more like himself again.

"Oh, it looks like you've stopped crying. Are you feeling better?"

Damsel's hand paused in his feathers, and Paranoid fought the urge to be comforted by how soft and quiet her voice was, not too loud to irritate his headache further, but gentle enough that it made him feel safe.

Paranoid fidgeted with a loose thread on the back of her dress, taking a deep breath in to try and collect his thoughts.

He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to outright ignore her when she helped him through his panic attack, but he was afraid that anything he told her would make her just do what would make him happy, and not take herself into account.

He settled for nodding into her lap.

He could practically feel her smile shining down on him, and she continued running her fingers through his feathers and said, "That's good. I don't like seeing others in pain like that. I just want everyone to be happy."

Yep. He's aware of that.

He turned his head back to the side to let the forest air brush against his face, drying his damp cheeks. They stayed in that position for what felt like hours, and if Paranoid let himself relax enough, he knew he would fall asleep.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice weak and on the verge of crumbling. Damsel paused again, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry...for making you deal with me."

"What?" But then Paranoid felt her soft hands cup his face, carefully guiding him to look up at her, and Paranoid couldn't help the sudden flash of warm nerves he felt as he looked up at her, a kind smile on her face, with the light shining down on her hair in just the right way.

Smitten was right. She was breathtaking.

"You were clearly in pain. It didn't feel right to just leave you alone. I wanted to help you."

Paranoid stared into her eyes, trying to find any hint of malice or deceit in them, but there was nothing but worry and love.

He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want her to leave, but he also didn't want to accidentally make her do something she didn't want.

Paranoid sighed, and Damsel helped wipe away his tears with her thumbs, and he wanted to close his eyes and relax, but then she asked the dreaded question, "Do you want to talk about it? Do you want-"

"No." His answer was immediate.

He genuinely didn't remember what had transpired to lead him into a panic attack, because it honestly could have been so many things, and the last thing he wanted to do was keep thinking about the awful experience, especially when he could instead be focusing on this much nicer one.

He decided to quickly change the subject. "Why were you just in the woods alone?"

Damsel smiled, and it felt like her smile had the power to send his body floating and feeling lighter than ever, as if nothing could go wrong when he was the audience for that smile.

"I wanted to try and go for a walk. Beast says it's a nice way to pass the time." Then her eyebrows furrowed in a way that looked a little silly on such a happy princess. "But I didn't know there were so many different paths, and I couldn't decide which way to go."

Her voice got lower, and she nervously bit her lip before continuing, "I was just stuck there, not knowing what I wanted. But then I heard you!" All of a sudden, her voice was chipper again, as she gave him a bright smile.

"I heard you from afar, and I didn't even think before running towards you-I just made a decision and moved. Isn't that great?" He wordlessly nodded, and he found that he was smiling softly up at her, at her positivity and cheerful yet soft nature. Paranoid felt like he could relax around her.

She brushed her thumbs over his cheeks and asked, "Do you want to get up and go home? You probably want to go back to your flock, don't you?"

Instantly, the anxiety hit him again, and he lowered his head to avoid her gaze.

A big part of him didn't want to move at all. He just wanted to stay in this little bubble that the two of them had created, where Paranoid didn't have to think about the past or the future. He could keep his mind calm and happy, so long as Damsel was here to hold him.

But the more sensible side of him told him that that was ridiculous, and stupid to even consider.

But it was really because he knew he needed to go back to them, to figure out why he had a panic attack in the first place, and-and because he did feel better around his flock.

So he sighed, and nodded, and then started to shakily get to his feet, which was when he realised that he hadn't recovered as much as he thought he had. Damsel helped him stand by bracing her hands on his forearms, and Paranoid tried not to rely on her too much as he stood, knees still shaky and his legs feeling lifeless.

He just stood there, hugging himself protectively, as the warmth of Damsel's body left him, and he was just left with his own stupid, rattling worries.

But then Damsel was next to him, giving him such a patient smile, and she gestured out towards the woods. "Are you ready to go?"

But he wasn't so sure that he was, or that he even could, because he knew that he would have to face the aftermath of his panic attack, and deal with all the worried faces of his flock that made him feel awful for making them feel that way, when the reason he freaked out was probably not even something worth worrying over.

But then Damsel stood closer to him, grabbing his attention, as she held out her hand for him. "C'mon," she softly said, "we'll go there together."

He looked down at her hand, then back up at her face that held only patience and care.

His heart fluttered.

Slowly, he reached his hand out, but instead of taking her hand, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist, and she blinked in confusion at him, going, "Oh, what's wrong?" and he opened his mouth to embarrassingly explain, when her face lit up in realisation.

"Oh, wait! Do you want to feel my pulse? Does that make you feel better?" His face heated up as he ducked his head in embarrassment, but still nodded, not trusting his voice in this moment.

There was a moment of silence, where Paranoid was sure Damsel was second guessing her choices already, when he heard her speak up again.

"H-Heart...lungs...liver? Am I doing it right?"

His head shot up, and there was now a pink hue on her cheeks as she giggled and said, "That's the thing you say to calm yourself down, isn't it? That's what makes you happy."

He winced at her wording, but couldn't help but feel touched at her decision to help him feel more comfortable, when he's asked nothing of her thus far. He stared down at her hand, and nodded, and she sighed in relief, thankful that she was doing it right, and she moved her other hand to place over his hand that was around her wrist, right over his pulse.

They locked eyes, and Paranoid desperately hoped she couldn't already feel how fast his heart was beating.

Damsel took a step forward as she began tentatively, "Heart. Lungs. Liver-uh-"

"Nerves," he quickly finished, taking a step forward as well, and she flashed him a grateful smile as they started to slowly walk, fingertips over pulses, and saying his chant over and over again-but Paranoid knew that it wasn't the chant keeping him safe and calm in that moment.

[myokk]

🥺

[cowboydeers]

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

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

storytime which my figs know about but whatever (and thanks to my beloved boundin for being all worired abotu me. sorry.)

so i had an assignment due yesterday. a care plan worth 15% of my grade for a double credit point unit. anwyay. i didn't touch it, for various reasons up to and including what i'm currently calling situational depression, and planned to get an extension.

fun fact: apparently you can't get extensions day-of, at least for that assignment.

i found this out at about 11am, due 8pm, having not even looked at assignment before then.

so of course i kind of panicked. just a little bit. and opened it up real quick. shifted to desk. put on the kettle and started digging around my music library.

there's this song i like, carpenters of course, "don't be afraid". i cycled through a few other songs before i got to that one, none of them helping me get into the zone.

(anyway i listened to "don't be afraid" on loop 108 times yesterday afternoon, putting it as the top number of plays on my music app, finally surpassing a particular movement of a beethoven sonata (13 second mvt) that has reigned as king for a couple of years. then towards the end, flagging, i switched to a combo of "road ode" and "a song for you (reprise)", because those two songs have to go together musically.)

i was already feeling awful physically because most of my intake the previous day had been cheese, so wheeee dairy and almost-diarrhea as well as reasonably severe stomach pain. stress was making me dissociate a bit as well.

so. caffeine time.

keep working. more caffeine time.

keep working. more caffeine, an unmeasured amount of sugar, and another couple of spoonfuls of coffee because why not. because of a mysterious headache (likely caused by a combination of too much coffee, no food, and dairy the previous day), took ibuprofen.

keep working. more coffee. more headache. more ibuprofen.

at that point i was entirely detached from my body, experiencing symptoms of a caffeine overdose and potentially ibuprofen overdose too (didn't exceed the maximum for ibuprofen in a day, but in that short a time yes, and certainly caffeine), and saying all the stuff that worried boundin. still working on the assignment though while feeling unreal to a complete degree, not just partial, and noting symptoms as an intellectual exercise. was not present in my body at all. oh, did i mention i hadn't eaten that day? i was also experiencing violent nausea.

keep working. song still on loop. headache reducing. time passed and the reaction i was experiencing began to fade. brother gave me chocolate at some point near the end.

completed and submitted assignment about five minutes before i had to go out for the evening. somehow not at all shaky but i could feel all my skin and was inclined towards giggling.

arrived at friends' house. mentor asked how my day had been. i began laughing, explained what my day had been doing, and ended up giggling helplessly. she looked Concerned++ as i hilariously recounted my accidental overdoses x2 and that i hadn't eaten anything except chocolate, sugar, caffeine and ibuprofen that day. i made many jokes throughout the meal but mostly restrained myself overall - i was self-aware enough to know how abnormally i was acting, but it was so hard to avoid these things. inclined to laughter the whole evening, though after eating actual food that didn't contain sugar it did settle a little. later in the evening i impulse-agreed to a thing saturday i didn't want to go to, noted the concerning level of impulsivity and restrained myself from agreeing to anything else.

was offered, and enthusiastically consumed, a quantity of cold roast potatoes, which definitely helped as well.

arrived home less inclined towards giggling, but still violently nauseous; managed to avoid throwing up by the barest of margins. practically inhaled bread and ham, which i found too sweet because it was housed in the same fridge as bananas; found peanut butter for the last slice of bread, which helped. still feeling very ill but suspected i needed it given all the everything - i think this was the right call.

went to bed, yoinked ransom, cuddled him forcibly and eventually managed to sleep, still feeling rather quite hyper.

this morning i am still slightly hyper and mildly unwell but fatigue is balancing the tendency towards impulsivity. am not going to consume either caffeine or ibuprofen today unless something drastic changes or something, and a hard ban on both refined sugar and dairy until i feel more normal again.

bit of a rollercoaster.

[muninnhuginn]

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

[gummysunnybear]

Here's a peek at the new chapter for my trapped in a nightmare fanfic :3

Very late updated but I'm trying- ☹️

[k1ttygam3r]

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

[peargreen-jellybean]

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)

[lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus]

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.

[blonde-and-cat-suc]

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.