#tw implied panic attack

[thefaintflowingofbloodandtears]

God I hate being myself sometimes. Just went out a couple days ago to pick up more bandages and I’ve already had to use a chunk of the gauze for myself. At least Haruko only used the colorful bandaids so she won’t notice, but my brother might

Stupid fucking panic attacks, I don’t even know why I got reminded of him and everything. Nothing should have reminded me of him, I got rid of every trace of him in the house. So why does it feel like he’s still here?

[ko-glitch-101]

Error headcanon >:D

So. I think error sometimes gets phantom pain in his chest from the scar he got when he was geno (aka the bigass slash)

And uh. Everytime he gets it. It literally feels like hes getting slashed in the fucking chest again. But from the inside out.

Not only that, but he also feels like he cant breathe. At all.

...

Lets just say it has caused him to crash multiple times.

@wooah-cam-iz-insane

@owoowowowowouwuwuw

[hellwasempty]

made art of expiration girl

[kronoose]

Eldrich toddler au art hcs

Dennis and John are both hyperfixated on music

John more specifically the piano

Yellow and scratch enjoy poetry

Lilith and Kayne enjoy the classics/ the performing arts

Luka loves drawing animals and will bring you into an unskipable cut scene If it relates to wolves and is asked about it he is exempt from music lessons due the incendient he was already mostly clocked out whenever they had them but the incendient was what got him exempt

Incendient under the cut

Tw biting, implied panic attack, implied child harm, blood

It was a bad day at the preschool both Arthur and noel had particularly rough nights due to the nightmares. So all the kids seemed to be in off moods as well

They'd already broken up 3 almost fights between the kiddos and far to many small injuries caused by lashing out of powers

Arthur got everyone everyone onto their respective places on the rug for music time with the exception of Luka who was sat next to Parker in his 1930's equivalent of a harness backpack tied to Parker's belt

Arthur moved the needle down onto the record and a soft violin started to play he visibly relaxed as the kids seemed to settle for the first time that day

He moved towards the sinks to get a drink of water then stepped out to just enjoy a moment to himself

Back inside the class

All but one of the children sat calmly listening to the music and Dennis's quiet info dump about it to yellow

Luka clawed with shaking hands at the knot that kept him joined to Parker "let me go " he mumbled repeatedly, His ears pressed back firmly against his skull and small whimpers escaped as he tried to get away.

He tried biting at the rope with little success in freeing himself his eyes darkened Along with the hair across his body hands turned to paws and hair to fur he lunged free of the ropes

Parker jumped up to Grab at the small brown wolf with all to human eyes "Luka what the Hell "

Luka made his way to the exit pushing past Arthur nearly knocking the almost blind man over as he took off down the hall

"sorry I'll see what got into him" Parker says grabbing Luka's bag before he followed

Luka crashed through the main entrance and onto the street

Pausing briefly to sniff the air there was a scent that didn't scream danger like everything always did in the city the smell of his home his woods, he took off like a shot following his nose trying to get home where the rules make sense.

Parker Followed as closely as he could but was quickly losing line of sight on Luka, he's not particularly young anymore and definitely wasn't planning on chasing an eldrich wolf cub through the streets.

The chase wasn't the odd part it was that there was no destination or reason to the path when they ran before bedtime it was a set routine to tire him out enough that barring any nightmares he slept through the night.

Parker stopped to catch his breath and as he stood hands on his knees he noticed blackened paw prints on the sidewalk "what the fuck kid since when do you leave a trail" he followed the paw prints jogging to try and catch up the trail lead to an alley way

Parker winced at the smell of sulfur and wet dog as he walked into the alley tilting his head slightly trying to listen for his ward"Luka! you in here bud?" He waited a few moments for an answer before continuing to walk following the sound of snarling and growls "ok problem he's not human so I'm dealing with the half that doesn't like me as much" he glanced down at his legs then forearms and sighed"I should've put on some padding before giving chase"

He paused a few feet away from the snarling wolf who had pressed himself into a corner

"hello again Jake it's been a bit since you've shown up in full like this" he slowly set the bag down and opened the main pouch "I've got your stuffie here if you'd like"he stepped back

It was the moment Parker turned slightly to keep an eye on the exit that he felt 10 sharp teeth dig into his calf "MOTHER FUCKER you're tiny why does this hurt so bad" he reached down to grab the wolf cub by the scruff so he couldn't run again using his other hand to carefully pry the teeth out of his leg wincing slightly at the amount of blood flowing from the bite and on the lips of his kid

He paused examined the wound "damn kiddo those are deep" he said with a bit to much pride for his attacker

Parker raised the struggling pup to meet his eyes "let's get your face cleaned then I'll need you to shift back ok "

Luka nodded as much as he could as he was placed next to his backpack while Parker grabbed his water cup and handkerchief

He growled softly when Parker reached for him once again "no more of the young man"he scolded softly as he gently wiped away the blood from his snout

Luka shifted back once he was set down"I'm sorry"

"it's fine kid I've been through worse let's get back to school"he offered his hand to the small boy

[mysticstarlightduck]

(Long) Excerpt from The Last Wrath:

@lassiesandiego @lyutenw @rickie-the-storyteller @writernopal 

This scene belongs to my current medieval dark fantasy WIP - The Last Wrath. The characters in the scene are brothers, Zephyr & Jamie, one of which has been cursed and now grapples with what it might mean to their lives.

“[...] “What’s happening to me?” Zephyr whispered, a sound trapped between disbelief and a sob, holding one trembling hand in front of his eyes as he watched the bleeding cuts on his fist heal - and pitch black tendrils, glimmering in a dead grey hue, spread from within, pulsing from his arm towards his hand like rotten, dead blood. He could feel the magic in his blood, and it wasn’t his, it wasn’t right. It hurt like searing fire, but only at first, before everything turned numb. 

In front of him the shattered mirror, bloodstained, stood like a condemning monument. Only, Zephyr didn’t remember doing this. He didn’t even remember coming here. He watched, in terror, as even the blood on the shards of clear glass turned from normal red to black as tar. Zephyr couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. Like there was an invisible barrier that kept him in place. Even his thoughts seemed like whispers in a hurricane, they seemed like someone else’s. It felt like he wasn’t here, but even worse, it felt like he wasn’t himself. Not anymore. 

Everything was as if underwater, blurred, distant and suffocating. And he was the one drowning in it. Frozen, he was an spectator to the strange flashes that crossed his mind. He saw a kingdom besieged, a familiar one. The smell of the world burning around him assaulted his nose, and he heard the distant clash of swords that haunted his dreams every night. He saw the day they were betrayed, felt the blood gushing out of his wound like it once had, as a blade ripped through his side. The blade that would have killed his brother otherwise. In the mirror, a familiar face stared at him, accusation and disdain written in his eyes behind a strands of white and black hair, an otherwise handsome face destroyed by hatred. 

Zephyr’s breath caught in his throat. He tried to step back, but his feet were locked in place. The young man in the mirror smiled, and Zephyr swore he could hear his laugh. The same laugh as that day, so many winters ago, when death had been so close to them, as the figure suddenly started to morph … into himself. The darkness in his blood pulsed stronger, colder, as it called to him. Zephyr heard a bloodcurdling, horrifying familiar scream as his doppelganger laughed. The image twisted, and he saw his little brother lying dead on the ground. He couldn’t breath.

Before he could  lose himself any further, a pair of arms wrapped around his chest, holding him as if someone dragging him from the bottom of an icy lake would, and awakening back to reality.  A gentle, familiar voice was calling out to him, but he couldn’t yet hear the words.

He saw himself back in his room, a floor filled with toppled books and the welcoming sounds of the early morning wind. Home, he was still home. Kneeling on the floor, he barely realized his throat was raw from screaming. The black tendrils in his hands dissipated slowly, until only his pale skin remained. In front of him, a figure knelt between him and the shattered mirror, shielding him from its sight. Kind brown eyes, ridden with worry and guilt, met his.

“Jamie” Zephyr wept in a weak, hoarse sound, his arms shaking as he lunged into his brother’s arms, desperately clinging onto his shirt, because he was alive. His brother was still alive and they were safe, they were home. He wasn’t a monster, at least not yet. Jamie didn’t say anything, allowing the older boy to hold on as tightly as he needed to as he gently returned his embrace. Tears fell unbidden from Zephyr’s eyes and into the younger’s tunic, as his hands dug panickedly into his back, as if he might disappear at any moment “Jamie, I’m losing myself. I - I saw you die, I can’t… I couldn’t protect you. I’m becoming a monster.”

The words were desperate, a strained line of thought panickedly strung together. Jamie held him tighter to his chest, before pulling away and getting the older boy to calm down. He placed his hands on Zephyr’s shoulders.

“Listen to me. You’re the best man I’ve ever met, you’re not going to lose yourself like this. We’ will find a cure.” Jamie said, every word spoken with utter sincerity as he willed the other to meet his eyes, like Zephyr had done so many times when the roles were reversed “I will make things right, and everything will be fine like it used to be.”

Zephyr scoffed gently, tired irritation seeping into his voice.

“You don’t know that. I could be dangerous and I wouldn’t even know how to stop before the worst already happened”

Jamie sighed, noticing how Zephyr’s eyes flitted between him and the broken mirror behind them. He hated how that day had made Zephyr hate himself so much and how uncertain it had made him. 

“Yes, I do know. You would never hurt me, not even if that guy or his magic tried to force you to, I know you wouldn’t let that happen. You’re my older brother, I will never be afraid of you. [...] ” 

[mxlovey-art]

    A pale man sits alone in a solitary subway station, curled into himself with his back pressed against the stained concrete wall. His ghostly gray hands cover his ears to shield them from the crackling PA system and the buzzing of the fluorescent lights that flicker above him. His fingers are forever dripping with blue. The same blue used to paint tallies upon the walls and scribble questions and statements directed at people who can never answer. The same blue that oozed out of the perpetually open wound in his middle, a reminder of the death they embraced, an inevitable consequence of actions he can’t remember but left permanent marks on the world he’ll never see again. He yearns for that death once more.

    A pale man attempts to drown out the rumbling of oncoming trains that never arrive with his own wails. Pleas for a vessel to arrive and take him back, for the masked conductor to apologize and admit there had been a mistake. Cries of anguish about broken promises of comfort and safety by a boy he was sworn to protect, a boy they saw as a little brother. Screams to the endlessly grinning monster who decided he was no longer worthy of dwelling among the living, exchanging him with the one who made the conscious choice to rot in the limbo designed to torture Him for all eternity. Whimpers begging for the companionship of a Friend blessed to never be able to return to his side.

    A pale man sobs. His tears sizzle and burn along his cheeks. The pain of his sorrow is all he can feel and unlike Him, he prefers the numbness. He takes a shaky breath he doesn’t need of air that doesn’t exist. With fingers that drip with blue, he draws a tally.

    A pale man forgets. He sits in Jubilee Line, mourning a life that wasn’t his.

[those-happy-days-are-gone]

My body hurt really bad.. had a nightmare and scrubbed my arms and hands really hard.. scrubbed everywhere really hard but those ones started bleeding.. put bandaids on but it really hurts.. don’t wanna worry da- mister Itsuwari tho.. as long as they’re bandaged, should be fine..

[those-happy-days-are-gone]

I feel so gross.. tried scrubbing the feeling off but now I just have a lotta raw spots on my skin and had to bandage a lot.. almost threw up afterwards too.. I don’t know why I’m like this.. he was supposed to love me.. take care of me… he did love me.. I know he did..