#hallucination tw

[ender-of-the-sender]

Just for documentation purposes aswell- I've been hearing a sort of clicking/scraping sound that confirmed no one else can hear.

I've started attributing the presence/sightings of a deer to Lady Artemis. She is for sure sending me signs and I have asked that she not send them in the form of hallucinations.

[croftborn]

she's either in a waking nightmare or a twisted dream.

eyes followed and mouths warned as she tread the cobblestone. leave, she's sure a soft voice whispered at her as she came upon a grave, a shrine, a name carved in stone. lara gazes at the letters but they don't fall in line. the name doesn't come together, she crouches down, careful fingers feel the slab of ceramic and search for the carvings as her eyes close. don't leave.

lara's brows tug together as her fingers feel out the letters, the name they spell, her heart slows, almost still. ' samantha nishimura ' her fingers are ripped away and her eyes fly open. she doesn't look down, not yet, not ever. please don't let it be real. but she looks down, and it's sam's grave, decorated with lillies of the valley. her favourite. embellished with kanji that lara thinks are not quiet the right symbols for sam's name. she's never been particular good with kanji. but's sam's grave. sam's gone.

you left her, now she's gone.

❝ no ... ❞ lara's voice is a broken whisper, scraped past a throat closed up tight as the grief claws at it, grief she's never allowed free now roams her body, ravishes it in cold that wraps her tight and roots her to the earth. vines of it tighten, shackles that bind her to her favourite companion's resting place. she balks to the pull, maybe if it pulls her into the depths of the earth she could rest with her too. maybe she could hold her rotting body. maybe she could weep apologies into her flesh and claw at her chest and search for her still heart inside. maybe, maybe, maybe ...

something touches her shoulder, lara's head rises from its mourning bow to find porcelain fingers laid over the curve of her shoulder. delicately manicured nails, black painted, and hope beats at her binds. she follows the path of lace and linger on the veil, behind it she sees fair skin, she sees powdered cheeks, rosy lips. ❝ sam ? ❞ lara takes her hand and the vines unfurl as she rises to shaking legs, ❝ sam ? ❞ she asks again as her fingers linger on the veil, and slowly lift it overhead. she sweeps raven hairs out of @embodies' face, picks up those soft cheeks into the cushions of her palm, ❝ oh sam, i'm sorry, i'm so, so sorry ... ❞

and she does it. dream meets reality, nightmare torn apart, sam's not gone, she's right here. her thumb sweeps under eyes, is she crying for her ? does she hate her ? will she forgive her ? lara doesn't wait to ask, doesn't linger to be told to stop. their lips touch and their tears join on her cheeks, ❝ i'm never, ever leaving you again ... never ... ❞ lara swears to her lips as she kisses them, to her arms as she winds them around her, to her eyes as she catches more of the tears with her thumbs.

she's not warm, the body she holds so dear is an icy embrace. lara's eyes dare to open, and she gazes into a featureless face. her hands still hold her cheeks, her fingers sweep, as if she were dusting off the dirt of buried treasure, trying to find sam underneath the sands but she doesn't surface and yet her heart already aches familiar for it. ❝ no....no, no, no ... come back to me .. ❞ she pleads into those lips, pulls her closer, her fingers float down to her neck, as if she could split her skin and exhume her best friend from the figure she holds delicately. ❝ come back to me, i'm here, i'm staying, i swear .. i swear. ❞

donna beneviento sent: ' kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them . '

[steampunk-sorcerer]

vent (tw for psychosis topics)

they fucked up and filled my new antipsychotics twice except I don’t know where the one that my insurance actually covered is. so I guess I have to go even LONGER without a medicine that could prevent me ending up in the fucking hospital. cause I am not able to pay 800+ dollars right now to get the one I know where is. mom’s checking the pharmacy at my doctor’s office tomorrow because it’s closed today but. bro. I am actively hallucinating 24 fucking 7 I want this all to stop.

[metalsonicmustdie]

“i can’t take anything else today!!” the imaginary bugs seconds away from crawling on my skin:

[callmeteor]

one of my fave things when i write cloud is putting his more involved thoughts in parentheses and putting thoughts that are beyond his control, whether they be intrusive, hallucinations, memories of zack, aerith from the lifestream, or sephiroth/jenova in brackets... just a fun little aster tidbit...

( cloud in cloud brain )

[ anything but cloud in cloud brain ]

[forgctmenott]

Closed starter for Marie!! @wvsteria

"-did you hear that?" lydia asked, feeling a chill run down her spine- and what felt like an auditory hallucination scream in her head.. impending doom, she felt nauseated.. was she overworked.. she wasn't sure what this was ?? the last time she felt this ill, she witnessed a car accident..now she was weary of what this could mean.

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → seeing him was getting normal to her because back in heaven she used to seeing him flying around where she was, it was since she has the halo in her wrist, and she still does but she wasn't expecting this to happen here as well. "fuck, adam...sir." she began speaking, voice more calm than we she used to speak with others, actually. "i don't mind if you appear and all but if you are going to do that, give me a warning at least." she says now thinking perhaps she's just having those vivids hallucinations once again.

starter for @hiddendarkrosesx (adam)

[sorevivals-moved]

@bravevolunteer: can you see it too? (f.. for travis this should be something . The Grievers)

psychological horror starters / accepting

Michael doesn't need to clarify what he's referring to. The night is dark and much like the fire the apparition is sitting by, it seems to flicker in and out. But even with their distance and the lack of her large leather jacket, there's no denying who it is. "Yeah," he glances away from the apparition, swallowing harshly, "Yeah, I see her."

It's not often that he sees Ollie. Occasionally there will be times like this, spotting her from a distance as he's coming down from whatever Lottie had him trying that day. He doesn't usually talk to her, the sight reminding him of how irritated he was at her in the final days, as if she was better than them for how much she hated what happened to Javi, or that her death in some way had taken away the significance of Javi's. It's a constant cycle of being angry and annoyed at Ollie to feeling guilty about those feelings.

He finds himself looking at where Ollie is sitting again, trying to come up with something to say to comfort Michael. Travis is well aware that seeing a dead sibling out here is not as pleasant as it sounds. "She looks...okay." Maybe at first glance that's true—the posture seems relaxed, she's quiet—but Travis knows she looks a little off. Too still, staring out into nothing. It's hard to tell from there, but he thinks he sees some sort of smudge on her mouth. "We should just leave it, Michael." Whatever this was, Travis isn't sure engaging with it is the right idea.