#the sadness the terror

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

The darkness seems to splinter as it caresses the rapid beating of your heart. One flutter purrs in satisfaction, yearning for your return – satisfied, knowing you draw nearer and nearer. The other, however, aches; both in gratitude and pain. The shadow cannot seem to keep a firm grasp on either of its contrasting feelings, the two wrestling for control over the glimmer that lives within you. 

As you approach the cave mouth, your companions look at you wide-eyed and panicked. They seem to know the words that live on your tongue before you can say them. 

“I will trail behind you,” Astarion says, disappointedly resolute. “Keeping a blade close. The others will follow at my signal.” 

You nod, swallowing hard. There aren’t enough words in all the realms to express your gratitude for their loyalty. They seem to feel it radiating off you. These companions love you, and will stand beside you through it all. 

The shadows curl at the base of the cave mouth, spilling out in all directions. The hissing is louder now. Though you fear what lies beyond, you can’t help the tetherline from urging you forward. With a breath you take a step into the darkness. 

The cold swarms your skin. A frigid embrace, intimate and bitter, but an embrace nonetheless. The darkness is welcoming you home. You feel icy shadows snake up your arms, around the delicate skin of your neck, curling at the shell of your ear. A gentle purr rings out, louder than the other dissonant voices as you slowly continue forward. 

“Yes…” the voice drawls, dripping with pleasure. “Yes, my darling, sweet Doe…” The voice grows drunk with power as you take another step, the air growing colder the deeper you traverse into the cave. Your breaths begin to form frosty clouds as you exhale, your breathing becoming more rapid as your fear rises. The light from the warmth beyond the cave mouth grows smaller as you turn to look behind. You see Astarion’s silhouette, keeping his distance. 

The shadows curl around your jaw, gently turning your gaze to continue forward. 

“Come to me, my love…” Shaking, you continue on down the dark path. “Yes, Doe…my sweet Doe…” 

The hissing becomes frantic for a moment as another voice cuts through the sensual whispers of the darkness. 

“Doe… Can you hear me, my love? Doe…” The familiar voice is scared, but tries to steady itself. “Doe, please… help me…” 

“ENOUGH!” 

You drop to your knees as the cave goes black as night all around. That familiar voice is snuffed out, at least for now. Your body wracks with tremors, hands shaking as you try to steady yourself. 

“Beloved…do not fear me…” You inhale and exhale, mastering your fear. “Come closer to me…” 

You stand determined. This darkness cannot have him. You will not lose him. 

You take another step forward. 

The darkness seems to smile bag, tugging on the shadowy tetherline curled in your chest. 

“Yes…” It seems to say as you move further through the dark. “Good girl…”

Her teeth chatter. She grits them together, balls her shaking hands into fists. Her nails bite hard into her flesh, drawing blood. She feels it drip to the cave floor. It steams.

'Sh-shut u-up-' This perversion of the man she loves is terrifying. She doesn't want to move. She wants to turn and run. She wants to reach back and take Astarion's hand and leave. She turns her head again to find him, can see nothing but the dark. Feel nothing but the cold and her blood and the pain.

'Th-th-this is en-nough n-now,' she says haltingly, the cold making speech difficult. 'You don't h-have to d-do this. Gale... I m- I miss-' She can't finish the sentence, dissolving into sobs. Her knees hit the floor and she curls in on herself, crying softly.

I don't have the strength.

Gale. I love you. But I don't have the strength to pull you out of the dark. Forgive me.

[the-holy-ghosted]

Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man

[runningupthatvecna]

terrified wet boi

x

[anne-is-confused]

Captain Francis Crozier, at Furthest North.

[ruporas]

the song of humanity will continue to be sung

[re-colligere]

Heyyy what on earth? I think someone left some important documents laying around here. Whoever's in charge of this should be a bit more careful next time...

[smellroy]

Irving and Manson because I believe in the power of friendship.

Stuck sitting in the back together during Franklin’s Sunday Service (manson is too big to sit in the front and Irving sits there because…hmmmm….)

[snapcracklepop-myjoints]

I fucking love being sensory seeking autistic actually. YES the world is full of pain but I have a fuzzy weighted blanket and sour spray. Bitch.

[andrew-rannells-mustache]

Some important reminders for the upcoming holiday season <3

[eugenoid-draws]

This guy....

[horror-aesthete]

[staud]

Mamianaq. I'm sorry.

-> 10/∞ CHARACTER DYNAMICS in The Terror

[godslittlesadge]

another important thing that the terror tells you is to never believe that you're as unworthy as your mind thinks you are because here is captain crozier his self esteem so low it would be enough to break antarctic ice. meanwhile three separate men are so psychosexually obsessed with him that one of them decides to stage a mutiny about it

[luthanraels-bignaturals]

I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else talking about how karmic Fitzjames’ fate was.

From the perspective of the artic, it’s a revenge story. His wounds- the wounds he always bragged about, which he got from helping imperialize and plunder, wounds he got from people trying to protect their homes- literally reopening themselves???? This place wants us dead??? “Our ghosts have strong hands and long memories” type beat????

[cashmere-caveman]

ned little voted most likey to get dealt a big losing hand 1845-48 (more terror text post memes)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

🖤