#suffocation cw

[ladyloveandjustice]

This part is supremely uncomfortable, and it's meant to be, I think. Laios isn't defending himself here, this is murder, premediatated, and it's one of the worst ways to kill someone too.

Made all the more twisted by how he tenderly ruffles Falin's hair, a very common anime-older-sibling gesture, usually a comforting and protective I-love-you, you-did-good type thing, and how she looks up at him, dazed and completely vulnerable, only for him to immediately turn to violence before she can even think of defending herself.

There's also a terrible intimacy to the part where he suffocates her, it sincerely does make me very uncomfortable, it feels sick, and I think it's on purpose. It's a terrible way to die, Laios has to basically wrap himself around Falin to do it, see every little way he's hurting her. His sister always trusted him so much, and he always wanted to protect her, but now he's making her suffer. It's in service of eventually saving her.

Out of the party, the one Falin Chimera injures the most (or at all? possibly?) is Laios, and I think there's significance to that. She's spent so much of her life taking care of him, following him, putting his needs above her own. But as Chimera Falin, she lashes out, she shows anger for the first time, and she struggles against him. How much of that is dragon mind control, and how much of that comes from an unrestrained Falin? Does it feel good to finally fight for herself, to not be the sweet little sister, but a threat? Does some part of Falin who spent her life wanting to please others, enjoy the power, enjoy the violence? Hard to know.

There's also the question of, if they do bring Falin back to life, will she remember this? Will she remember her brother killing her? That'd be really fucked up.

LAIOS will definitely never forget.

Meanwhile, Marcille can't even bring herself to look. She covers her eyes, closes her ears. Doing nothing as Falin dies is killing her, and all she can do is try to block it out.

[aarontveit]

GRACELAND | 2013 - 2015 S02E13: Faith 7

"What did you do?" "Sid. I gave him the name."

[heelkenny]

Kota Ibushi casually attempts murder on his opponent and the ref - 8/25/2024

[oscconfessions]

If that green fuck wins bfdia im going to wring someone like a towel

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[jackalsraised]

Chica and her cupcake

[messilymoonlit]

thinking about the time in highschool my friend asked me what the difference between the bites of '83 and '87 was and as i started explaining, someone i barely knew— sitting a couple tables over— got up, walked up behind me, and started strangling me because he was tired of hearing me talk about fnaf i GUESS???? its ok tho my friend got them to stop and i survived <3 insane experience though

[thedeafprophet]

hm

fucked up concept of using death in the neath to kidnap someone. suffocating them and then moving their body somewhere for when they return from the slow boat

[deadlydevotion]

It was like floating, drifting in darkness that was all consuming. Silent but in a peaceful kind of way, empty of disturbance or thought. Just a vague sense of awareness of his own self and nothing else. So it was for... some indefinable amount of time. Why would he need to know time here? There wasn't any rush.

Gradually though, something made him aware. Of what, he didn't know, just... aware. Of himself? Thoughts drift sluggishly, coming to him grudgingly. Why was he here? Why was it so dark? He didn't hurt or really feel much at all, but no, he was... cold. Too cold and still and that was worrisome. He wasn't supposed to be so cold. His fingers twitched. Nothing felt real except the cold that pierced through his entire being.

That wasn't right. He was.... oh. He was dead. This was death wasn't it? Part of him simply relaxes and accepts this; after all he's spent most of his life waiting to die. Why should he fight now, when its finally been granted to him? Hadn't he sought it out again only weeks ago?

Wait. No. No he'd... he'd wanted to live... hadn't he?

Where was that tiny flame he'd only just found? Hadn't he been guarding it from even Knives?

Knives. He'd asked Legato to live. For the first time in his life, he wanted to follow that request.

His fingers twitch again and suddenly it feels like all his nerves light up at once. Its agony that he can't scream through with lungs that don't take in air. Is there any air here? He doesn't know, it hurts too much to think. But there's a beat and another and he gasps awake all at once, eyes snapping open.

He's in his room, staring at the ceiling, light filtering in through the window. The memory of the dream of that dark place slips away like sand through his fingers, replaced by the feeling of hands wrapped tight around his throat. He gasps a breath and chokes on it, pain lancing through his neck.

With no small effort, Legato pushes himself up and swings his legs over the side of his bed so he can be upright at least as he chokes and coughs raggedly. Each breath he manages burns and his throat feels like its about to collapse but he's breathing. No doubt he's loud enough to be heard but he can't control his body's violent fight against the lingering feeling of suffocation. Both hands clutch at his throat and tug the collar of his sweater down, as if that will help, and he fights back involuntary tears that prick at his eyes.

At least Vash was telling the truth. A hysterical laugh bubbles up but only starts another wheezing, choking, coughing fit. If waking up from that hurt this badly, who knew how much pain he would have been in if Knives hadn't stopped him before.

@plantfell