#the thoughts are suffocating

[caterpillarinacave]

I love Charlotte and Henry and they're super underrated. And I would VERY MUCH like to hear the headcanons whirring about in your brain.

Oh well buckle up cause literally all I think about is head cannons. Like, you know how cells replace themselves every few years? Mine have replaced themselves with head cannons. *Sorry it took me a hot moment to answer this ask, I was busy howling into my pillow whenever I tried to articulate thoughts.*

First of all, they’re very cuddly. They basically sleep on top of each other (Charlotte hasn’t needed a pillow in decades). Henry cant sleep well without Charlotte in his arms and Charlotte can’t sleep well anywhere other than Henry’s arms so it works out. Plus, they both do that thing where they jerk awake like the world is ending and scare the shit out of each other, so sleeping in a hug that basically pins them both down saves some energy at 2am. Henry’s perpetually cold and sleeps under like, four blankets, so Charlotte just wears summer nightgowns all year and wraps herself around Henry like a koala.

Naturally there’s an angsty side to the incessant cuddling because that’s just the way I role.

Charlotte sleeps with her head on Henry’s chest so she can always feel him breathing because, by the angel, she remembers when he wasn’t. She sleeps with a hand on his pulse point because she wakes up in the middle of the night and she’s still half asleep they might as well be on the floor in that mountain and she might as well still be desperately swearing she didn’t imagine his heartbeat.

While on the topic of soul crushing feelings of guilt, y’all remember from Clockwork Angel that Henry was the one who told Mortmain what a Pyxis was? And he wanted Charlotte to tell the clave that and she wouldn’t because “they already treat him so badly”? Because I do. And so does Henry.

(I’ve got a whole WIP that I love very dearly about this head cannon and this chess game hehe) There’s one random old tutor who goes to the London institute once a month-ish, basically to hand out a few weeks of homework to any shadow hunters who don’t have their own tutors. Most shadow hunters who live in a more rural area show up a few times a year so the clave knows they’re alive and at least somewhat literate. Charlotte attends them every month since, you know, she lives there, but Henry lives somewhere around Yorkshire so he shows up every few months. The professor is kind of a dick ngl. He doesn’t help Charlotte with any school why would a woman need to be so well educated? “Go on find a husband and stop worrying you’re pretty little head” sort of shit. Henry drives him insane because he’s a) some random kid who’s smarter than him and b) didn’t use any of the professors materials to get that smart. Professor Douche is constantly trying to get him to be wrong about something, or at least flustered about something and he doesnt ever do either of those things, and even more aggravating he refuses to get upset. (He honestly just assumed the professor wasn’t that smart.)

Charlotte’s a really good student of course, but she’s having a shit time with some mathematics and the professor absolutely refuses to help her with it. Eventually she asks Henry if he wouldn’t mind helping her with it, which he’s happy to do (once he figures out that’s what shes actually asking lol.)

Charlotte is incredibly distracted the entire time by Henry’s freckles (and eyes. And hands. And the way his hair curls on the nape of his neck. And the spots of gold and green in his hazel eyes that flashed as bright as the sun when the light catches them. And-), but they get through it in an hour or two which leaves them alone in a deserted wing of the institute. They end up playing a game chess. Charlottes a decent player and thought since Henry had never showed any interest in chess it would be a probably be an evenly matched game. She didn’t know what hit her. He beat her in like, eight minutes, eighty percent of which were spent on the last two moves by Charlotte who, upon realizing she was fucked, spent five minutes staring at the board trying to figure out when he even started beating her. She was sitting there having a whole crisis, (she’d been distracted by a man who probably doesn’t like her, and certainly doesn’t think much of her now after a pathetic loss like that and now she’ll have to sit hear and wallow in failure-) just preparing for him to start that whole smug gloating thing men do when they win and Henry you know. Didn’t. He just put the pieces away and thanked her for the game, in that very genuine way, with the gloomy London evening light casting a depressing shadow across the room, a shadow that he stood out against all gentle, kind, bright and brimming with a sort of barely contained passion. If Charlotte had ever doubted that shadow hunters had come from straight angels then sitting there, looking at a boy stained in soot, who she loved more than anything else to walk the earth, she would never doubt it again.

(It wasn’t until after Henry won and noticed Charlotte hadn’t said anything in a while that he remember people don’t like losing. Honestly he was playing just to be around her and he would have thrown the game if he could conceptualize how to do that on the fly. They spent like five minutes in autistic silence waiting for the other to stand up and declare newfound hatred.)

In true British fashion the a modern tea bag would kill them both.

When they were both 13 or 14 Charlotte mentioned she was dreading winter because it’s so bleak and dark (and her mom had died a few winters before, though she didn’t drop that in casual conversation). Anyways, come winter Henry brought her a marigold preserved in something like resin. She kept it in her jewelry box for years and after they got married she found out he had literally dozens of them. Whenever he came across a particularly bright flower he preserved it and set it aside. He was never quite brave enough to give them to her pre-TID, but he now leaves them for her when she’s particularly sad or stressed. She keeps them all in a drawer- they fit together like little tiles, and still look as fresh as they would had they just been plucked from the ground.

Somewhat surprisingly Henry doesn’t really lose stuff, with the singular exception being his own medical equipment. He’s lost the leg braces he wears every single day of his life before. Charlotte’s not usually speechless but she wasn’t sure what to say to that one.

Henry gave Charlotte a watch with a hands and numbers that can glow the same way a modern day one would. It’s absolutely beautiful, durable and accurate, even if Henry set himself on fire at least four times making it. (They can say with confidence that that watch is fireproof)

—-

Honestly, I could go on and on, then on some more, but technically I’m supposed to be writing a paper on gut micro biomes that’s due tomorrow, so I figured I’d cut myself of. In conclusion, I love them dearly, they love each-other dearly, they deserve the world, all I can think about is them, and the world can pry them out of my cold dead hands.

#My rough drafts are a goldmine #I’ve got basically a full novel of Henry and Charlotte in the form of random chapters scattered around a google doc #The second to last one might have come about because Ive always had an affinity for losing medical equipment #Yes it’s normally attached to my body no I don’t know where it went #I love so much #the thoughts are suffocating #My brain replays “they believed right then that Shadowhunters came from angels” constantly #It’s one of the lines I made up and lives rent free in my head #I direct everyone to Qui Voltum Tolt Vultum Perdit on my AO3 which will eventually be full of henry and Charlotte #That fic is a very articulate example of some of my thoughts #The bit about the marigold I mentioned is just the surface btw it’s so much 💅deeper💅 #I didn’t even mention the snow scene on here (scene I made up. And only I know about) #Or the scars. Dhegvgfg the scar thing #One of my own WIPs that makes me cry because I need someone to love me that way #Also left out the pajama thing the baked good thing the boat thing the “teaching original London institute gang to swim” thing #The newspaper thing floor thing the triplets thing the Yorkshire thing the bathtub thing the tiny little children #The smell of air before a storm thing the lemon thing the piano thing the music thing ugh I could go on and on #Tid #thanks for the ask! #fairwell #…anyone got any good articles on the gut microbiome

[birdmenmanga]

I think there's no greater indication that disco elysium is sympathetic towards communism when it literally says "communism is failure" and then the literal gameplay itself rewards trying and failing. The most obvious one being the Shivers check at the FELD mural, which is an Impossible 20 check BUT opens itself up again and again the longer you spend in the world doing things, but even just looking at sheer probabilities, for any given white check, rolling first and THEN putting a point into that skill upon failure is more likely to grant you success than putting a point first and then rolling, but that would require failing first.

Other things too: Precarious world saying you'll 100% fail red checks no matter what (not necessarily a bad thing, btw!! throwing the boule into the sea is a success but like. in some other ways one would want a perfect petanque throw instead. but people wouldn't typically assume that failure is desirable sometimes from the start) persuading you to accept that you'll fail some things that is irrevocable, for a world where everything is just a tiny bit easier.

The faux game over screen when you faint after reading Dora's letter— emulating a sense of failure on the scale of the entire game. When it rolls up most people go "What?? Game over?? No way, what did I do wrong!!" and waking up after that, with no huge or lasting impact on Harry's health or morale really tells the player, "Sometimes things will seem so bad that it all seems like it's coming to an end, but it's not the end, it's really not the end, go drink so water, you can still go on despite this failure"

I'm sure there are other things as well that are eluding me but like. The literal gameplay rewards failing and succeeding far more so than simply succeeding every single time, and I think you get a fuller experience of Elysium that way too

#just thinking thoughts... #disco elysium #idk man when did we get so scared of failing!! #people never want to speak in class because 'what if I'm wrong :(((' #well then you are wrong... that is okay... it's normal to fail... sometimes saying the wrong thing is a great way to jumpstart a topic... #'getting a good grade in X is both normal to want and possible to achieve' #okay sure but have you made peace with the fact that getting a BAD grade in X isn't a bad thing? #a bad grade in being friends... okay... so you didn't check up on someone in 3 months... you failed... that's fine... #you can learn from it!! you can learn how to keep in touch with people. how to take care of them when they're sick. #how to resolve a dispute. how to communicate and compromise. these are all things you are not born with #and will fail first before succeeding at #Like yes I get that in the age of surveillance your failures may be recorded and preserved forever and that's not great #but if we don't normalize failure I really think we'll just suffocate and die

[bpd-thefallen]

Learning how to deal with emotions when you suffer from borderline personality disorder basically means how to learn to wear a mask for the rest of your life.

#bpd things #bpd thoughts #borderline blog #borderline personality disorder #depressing shit #heartbreak #life is a rollercoaster #crazy #mask #this isnt me #fake #mental illness innit #mental illness #coping #its suffocating

[ebenelephant]

every so often I go a bit insane over the tragedy of Henry Blake. like. they're in this place broadly agreed not only to be hell on earth, but actually worse than hell, and he gets to go home. nobody gets to go home. the goal post is always moving, and the only way to be shipped back is in a cast, minimum. and Henry gets sent home, to his wife, to his kids. everyone is so pleased for him, so pleased, because if anybody deserves this it's Henry.

and then he dies during the trip. the war refuses to let him leave, so he gets shot down over the sea of japan, and he never makes it home.

what gets me about this is the fact that to my recollection, nobody from the 4077th (save for the woman who died in the minefield and brave, brave tuttle) dies. they all survive the war, they all make it home, bruised and a little bit broken, but there. and if Henry hadn't got that 'lucky break', if he hadn't been sent back home, then he probably would've got there.

#BITE BITE BITE #HISS HISS HISS #screaming crying throwing dying #mash #henry blake #mash 4077 #m*a*s*h #look I'm not pretending that this is an original thought but I'm fucking suffocating here #henry blake meta #mine

[loadsofcats]

Funny how Oliver went to Point Nemo for a nap because people became a bother that started to suffocate him. Terminal Velocity stuff could be made out of this methinks

#Imagine him meeting Mike right after dying lmaoooo #they do the pointing spiderman meme at eachother and go #“who are you there’s not supposed to be anyone here” #this would make the “oliver digs up mike who comes back to life” scenario even funnier #theyre even #both raised their boyfriedn from the dead #but really oliver being fed up with people and feeling suffocated #and then ending up with an avatar of the Vast? #oliver banks #mike crew #terminal velocity #tma #the magnus archives #it talks #Thought

[pocketramblr]

I would do anything to save her.

This was supposed to just be drawing the Taoden siblings hugging a bunch but ah guess that Falin as the tower/princess/dragon post got into my head too much

#chapter sixty seven ruins me every day #but yeah i. have many thoughts #Laios feeding his hungry sister. playing with her hair. and then putting her down. Marcille compares it to sleeping #but his reaction and the fact that he spared Marcille from doing it.... it must have felt very much like tucking her in to sleep #and like what it was: suffocating her. keeping her from saying his name again. killing her. #both at once. #also just. Falin being covered with blood when she's resurrected. but when Laios kills her the only blood is his #and there's not a drop of it on her #something about Laios telling her the red in her cheeks was weird when they were kids. and keeping any of that spilling now. #yeah. when he said he'd do anything to get her back he meant ANYTHING!!! #Alt text #my art #for real tho. please send me the post if you know it so i can link it i can't find it anywhere love you tumblr search dysfunction #and if anyone else wants to go crazy with me about chapter sixty seven well!!! you know where i am!!! #dunmeshi spoilers #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers

[xxsabitoxx]

Say what you want, but Sanemi's favorite way to eat pussy is any position that allows you to pretzel your legs around his head.

#he wants to be suffocated okay? #he will accept nothing less #kny sanemi smut #sanemi smut #I hate tagging these lil ass thoughts lmao

[nevermoretoleave]

is he your lord before he's your brother? how do you put your duty to your lord before your duty to your brother? how do you tell the difference? — on rahadin, of house zarovich.

@\iasoup-deactivated20190921 / you're on your own, kid, taylor swift / rest achilles, the world will wait, p.d. ( @\lostcap ) / norwegian wood, haruki murakami / so, you're a soldier, m.j. pearl ( @\fairytalesques ) / glass and god, anne carson / infinite jest, david foster wallace / curse of strahd / mirror traps, hera lindsay bird / the cruel prince, holly black / he ain't heavy, he's my brother, the hollies / brother, sister, rival, friend: the longstanding effects of sibling relationships, joshua a. krisch / matryoshka, mabel episode 28 / this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar / antigone, sophocles / sue zhao / underworld, mabel episode 16

#curse of strahd #rahadin #strahd von zarovich #ravenloft #npc: rahadin. #relationship: strahd & rahadin. #hi this is the chara i have *the* most intense feelings and thoughts about #this module has such intense sibling relationships #(see: the kolyans + the velikovs + the zaroviches + etc) #the fact that rahadin's bond names (by name) not strahd but *barov* #and that his affiliation to barov as a *son* is listed before his affiliation to strahd #and that strahd is not even NAMED in there; just the family name #all of that has me FERAL #codependent suffocating toxic sibling narratives (w a dash of power imbalance) my BELOVED #they are NOT good to each other and they know it (and strahd pushes this) #bc like. what's rahadin gonna do. he's got everything to lose and nothing to gain from pushing back #it's not here but please know that in my heart 'how to be a dog' is also quoted here #(please ask me more abt rahadin i will go feral) #also shoutout to one of my players for that quote and grilling him abt his relationship w strahd

[nativehueofresolution]

the reason kendall instantly dismisses stewy's claim that he likes weird sex is kendall has never been able to successfully convince stewy to choke him in bed.

#kenstewy #stewy is up for weird roleplay and kinks but he believes sex is supposed to make you feel good #meanwhile kendall is like why won't you try to suffocate me? bro you won't even slap me you're so vanilla #naomi was into it but she tried to set like. ground rules and safe word which ken thought was buzzkill #kaitlin speaks #succession

[katscki]

bakugou doesn’t half ass shit. when he’s in, he’s all in. and the first time he told you he loved you wasn’t any different. right before sleep overtook you both, his arm tightens around you as he whispers in your ear, “I love you, i long for you, and i’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want you.” before he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

granted he thought that you were already asleep not meaning for you to hear just yet but he has a way with words when he wants to.

#mha #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #fanfic #i want that kind of can’t live without you love. the kind that’s suffocating witht he thought of them.

[randik-86]

I want to be free from this intoxicating life,

That pollutes my feelings and emotions,

I feel lost and overwhelmed,

Drowning in my own tears,

I just want to hear the silence,

Block out the hurtful noises,

That cause such agony and pain,

As I need to be able to breathe again...

©️randik86

#spilled ink #©️randik86 #torture #breathe again #suffocation #release #inner thoughts #original poem #writings

[naofaun]

i have the kind of npd that makes me proud to be a bad guy. like, yes, tell all your friends every single sin ive ever committed, warn your family about me, might as well say i murder babies under the full moon!

#this is what happens when you convince a child theyre insane and going to kill the whole family because of one (1) mental breakdown‚ mother #did i ever tell anyone that my mom told me to my face that she wanted another baby but was terrified that id suffocate it with a plastic bag #idk why she thought id use a bag but okay pop off lady #(i would not kill a fucking infant for the record) #{ ♡ } nao : misc . . . #npd #narcassistic personality disorder #actually narcissistic #npd safe #npd positive

[honeyfizzly]

I'm constantly flipping back and forth wether I should trust tabitha or not because Its really suspicious how protective she is of us, even if we're an complete asshole to her.

Also there's the whole ritual thing going on with the goat, it could be possible that tabitha has ulterior motives and wants us alive because ... well idk a sacrifice seems the most obvious option but whatever she needs done, it seems to hinge on the mc's health.

There's also her connection to Wayne and the death of her mother.

Wayne apparently disappeared at the estate around the same time pearlanne did and pearlanne died of sleep apnea but apparently had no autopsy. I've seen some people propose the idea that tabitha mightve smothered her mother with a pillow, and I think that could check out.

Apparently it's very hard to tell if someone was suffocated with a pillow or not, and often times investigators have to rely on checking fibers near the victims mouth and eyes to idenity what suffocated them, and handprints + finger marks.

You also have to be relatively strong to suffocate someone- which powerful build can say tabitha is surprising strong despite her size (it's if tabitha threatens you and then you push her off)- and most of the time the victims for suffocation are people who would be unable to fight back like children or elderly (I'm not sure how old pearlanne is, but her corpse looks pretty damn old. Since tabitha is in for early to mid twenties iirc, I think I would place pearlanne somewhere in her 50s-early 60s?).

Also it's very clear tabitha did not like her mother, and calls her a monster. So like I feel like it adds up that tabitha is perfectly capable of murder and able to do it again (rip reese) but also at the same time, I have a hard time thinking she's preparing to do something terrible to mc especially if you go down routes where you have a good (or good-ish) relationships with her.

Like, for example with my main mc Mckenna (yes I chose her name cause it had mc in it) I stayed the night at Stella's, hung out with her in the mines and on day 3 but didn't invite her ghost hunting, then when I got threatened in her office on day 4 and had mckenna cry I got a couple very interesting reactions.

(Sorry for not actually having a screenshot and just a picture, my computer is weird. Also one more note, this was when a strike was strong, I'll have to check what happens when the strike is weak but I have a similar relationship with Tabitha still)

This was the interaction I got when I said "im sorry, I know I haven't been the best cousin" iirc and she falt out admits she's jealous of us.

But we can also get this dialogue instead if we ask why she invited us at all if she hated us so much

(Once again sorry for bad pic 💔)

And idk maybe I'm the fool for trusting but that line about being family, and how that still means something to her feels so geninue it makes me doubt she actually intends to harm the mc.

Plus there's other interactions you can get with Tabitha, like if you have a very good relationship with her and question if she's happy in scarlet hollow or not she'll say no, but that she's happy you're here.

And idk, I just feel like somebody who had already planned to stab us in the back from the very start wouldnt be able to open up that much and be that vulnerable with their potential victim.

Also tabitha herself states she didn't want to like us (you get this by hanging out with tabby and calling her hypocritical for giving us such a hard time for living in the city), which of course could be spinned towards the idea that tabitha is planning to backstab us but also at the same time, it's not an uncommon defense mechanism for traumatized people to push away loved ones.

Tabitha has had a very hard life- from the pressure of being one of two scarlets left, having to run a dying coal mine, and the abuse from her mother to then her sudden death (and also her mother maybe possibly killing her ex).

It's very possible alot of her standoff-ness towards the player isn't because she has some malicious scheme, but rather it's her way of coping with the shitty cards she's been dealt in life (like the idea of pushing people away so you won't be hurt if they betray or leave you. It's a toxic mentality to have as it creates a self fulfilling prophecy, but it's a mentality some people have nonetheless).

I rambled alot but those are just some of my thoughts about tabitha. It's obvious she's gonna do something weird with that goat (my first idea is a sacrifice), but I'm not entirely sure wether she intended to betray the mc or not from the beginning (I lean towards not but I can still see a situation where she didn't intend to betray the mc from the start, but does so later depending on your relationship with her).

#not really sure if to call this a theory as its just a ramble about my thoughts LOL #speculation ig #scarlet hollow #scarlet hollow tabitha #tabitha scarlet #tw lots of talk about suffocation and death

[battle-subway-ghost]

Unraveling.

// Please read the tags beforehand, <3

Paris leaned against the tree trunk, making a desperate attempt at catching his breath. He had been running for- He didn't know, probably hours? He checked the time with his phone, but it still read 3:27 A.M. Same as it had been for probably hours- He didn't know. he couldn't tell… He checked the battery icon at the top- it was nearly dead. The signal may have read "SOS," but he had already tried multiple times to call for help. Nothing.

He wasn't about to try again- Something about the definition of insanity… and instead he put his phone back into his pocket, properly shutting it off to try to conserve what little battery was left. Paris had the urge to sit down for a little while; the muscles on his legs burned, and he was completely exhausted from running for so long. Stupid choice- he knew it wasn't a good idea to run around in the fog like a headless Torchic while he was already lost, but every time he considered standing still and waiting for this stupid, stupid fog to fade, he thought back to…

That. He shuddered, trying to focus on anything else besides that voice- his own voice, feeling a familiar chill crawl up his spine as he started to grow tense again. He could just imagine approaching footsteps- those hollow eyes, the-

He felt something seeping onto his hand, and cried out in surprise as he immediately moved away from the tree, trying to shake off the…

Black ink. Leaking out from the tree like sap. Paris stared at his hand, feeling his head pound at the sight of the stuff… He did his best to wipe it off of his hand, though he didn't have much besides his own clothes to do so. Still- it was better than nothing, at this point.

…He wasted no time getting on the move again, wandering further into the fog, trying to listen closely for any odd noises or disturbances. He couldn't trust his eyes anymore, as the fog had grown so thick that he could barely see past the length of his arm. Paris tread carefully, avoiding tripping on any loose roots or branches on the forest floor. How big was this forest, anyways? Surely he would've found his way out by now.

Then again, this wasn't the same place he had entered however long ago now. He wasn't sure how, but he just knew. He just had to keep walking now, he wasn't even sure if this would get him out, but he couldn't stay still. Not right now.

Paris stopped in his tracks as he heard a twig snap to his left. He turned immediately, nearly giving himself whiplash with how quickly he moved. He instinctively backed away, already tensing up to run-

And there it was.

A Thievul. the Thievul. That damned thing, staring back at him with those hollow, white eyes.

At last.

Paris charged at him, pursuing him as he turned tail and fled. The Thievul was swift, but he was determined to catch him, maybe if he did, it'd put an end to this torment. He wove through the trees with a precision Paris couldn't quite match, as he seemed to blend in with the fog at times- like he was about to fade into it. Paris pressed on, despite the burning in his lungs and the stiffness in his legs.

He finally got close enough to where he could tackle that thing, grabbing him with his hands-

Only to grasp at nothing but air.

Paris hit the ground, falling face first into the dew-covered grass. It took him a moment to recoup and process what happened, as he scrambled to get up, looking around for the Thievul. He was nowhere to be found, as if he vanished into thin air. The fog was starting to clear up a bit, and from what Paris could tell, he had been lead to a clearing in the woods.

He was fuming. He had gone here for nothing! Nothing at all! Revenge- Or even just closure, simply gone! Like that! No fanfare- no anything.

He yanked at his hair, yelling out of pure rage. Rage at the thievul, at himself for allowing it to escape, frustration over this entire stupid situation and this stupid fog and this stupid forest and EVERYTHING-

He stopped after a few moments passed, and finally opening his eyes, watery from the threat of crying. He looked up, seeing- black… patches? He blinked a few times, trying to clear up the blurriness in his eyes. Surely-

No. His eyes weren't playing tricks on him. The fog had receeded at an unnaturally fast rate, but… There was darkness. the inky-black dark of the ink, starting to spread through tears in the scenery, almost. He could feel the panic building in his chest, attempting to run the other way, only to find that the ground underneath him was starting to fade into the same black ink that was beginning to surround him. Paris screamed, trying to pull himself out, only to find that every time he put his foot down he simply got dragged deeper into the inky abyss. He could feel the substance clinging to his skin, unnaturally warm, almost pulsating… like breathing-

Something painful tugged against him, finally prompting him to glance down. his arms- the muscles were starting to twitch and twist unnaturally, his skin shifting around to compensate for the changes underneath. It was agonizing, muscles beginning to stretch and tear, before attempting to mend themselves again.

He howled in agony, nearly collapsing into the ink entirely, barely able to steady himself. it burned. His right arm in particular was getting the worst of it, the sensation similar to what he imagined it'd feel like having your arm ripped off.

…And much to his horror, it was actually hanging loose when he checked. the skin peeled away like wet cardstock paper, revealing red thread coiling around the remnants of the arm, as well torn ligaments and muscles trying to keep everything together- to no avail. It broke apart entirely, and fell into the ink below, slowly sinking down. There was no blood, instead, frayed and torn red thread hung down from what was left.

Paris collapsed- finally, into the ink. It was a miracle he had even been able to stay standing for so long, given that it seemed like he could fall apart like bad paper mache at any second now. He sputtered and coughed as he accidentally breathed in the ink, trying to pull his head back up. He couldn't breathe- it clung to him like tar, pulling him down further- further into the abyss.

Everything was falling apart. the trees falling apart like flayed seams- unraveling before his eyes, leaving nothing behind besides the pitch black abyss.

His head finally sank underneath. The last thing he saw was the bright red string- cutting through the dark abyss as it drifted upwards.

He shut his eyes, and the searing pain melted away.

Silence, at last.

#// edit at noon: hey guys j am so sorry I forgot to put this under a read more. I thought I did #body horror tw #drowning tw #suffocation tw #limb loss tw #amputation tw #<- Well. Not EXACTLY but. best descriptor #hallucination tw #and once again #WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS TW #// as always ask to tag #ooc #off-blog post #the unraveling arc #pkmn irl #high stakes pokeblogging #// hoooguh i worked on this for way too long. Yay yippie wahoo

[pennielane]

it’s been 8 months since get back was released and i’m still puking every single day over the fact that we actually have footage of john looking at paul like THIS

#the light in his eyes. the fact that we can see 90% of his teeth. the look that crossed his face whenever he teased paul. i- leave me alone #peter jackson our lord and savior. let me give you a suffocating bear hug #caro thoughts

[pentacass]

what if underdark drow are Like That cos they don't get enough sun. whenever sol gets cranky or is all 'i am the darkness' shadowheart drags her by the ankles into the garden and has the owlbear sit on her so she can't run from the sunlight. comes back an hour later 'how are we doing?' and sol's just *deflated whine into the soil*

#yes she's lying face down yes she's being suffocated #it's fine it's therapy for her #bg3 #solistre #shadowheart #yzstuff #yzbg3 #thought of ves/lana too but ves would find a way to blow up the sun before lana can make her sit under the damn thing