#tw panick attack

[moony-reblogg-stuffs]

Rescued Pt.4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

TW: hospital setting, mention of past torture, angry outbursts, paranoia

Villain had gone back to silence. Hero had almost cried hearing Villains voice again after so long, and an apology at that... but now he was back to laying stiff in bed, his eyes clenched shut and his jaw clenched. Like he was trained to just sit, to barely exist.

It wasn't fair. Whatever Whumper had done to Villain to make them like this had to have been horrible. Four fucking years Hero searched for their partner to find this. Four years of torture and pain Villain had to endure.

Hero had spent so many nights awake thinking about Villain. Thinking that he was dead. Losing hope was easy after a couple weeks. Then months and years passed and soon Hero was the only one left looking.

They'd told him --begged him-- to stop searching. He didn't, and now here Villain was. How much of Villain, Hero didn't know. But some of him was still in there. Somewhere.

For now, at least, all Hero could do was wait. Sit there and make sure his darling was safe and sound. That was all that mattered. That shouldn't be a problem anymore. Not that anyone would hurt them anymore. Superhero had gone crazy, sure, but was taken care of now. Whumper had a life sentence. Fucker wouldn't be near Villain ever again.

A knock at the door startled Hero out of his thoughts. "Erm- Hero, sir," the nurse whispered, looking nervously over to Villains stiff figure. Oh no. "I'd like to speak with you in the hallway, if you don't mind."

He nodded, of course, standing and following the nurse into the hallway. As soon as he closed the door Hero's hands started trembling. "Is Villain okay?"

"Villain is just fine. He's on a steady road to recovery from his injuries. It's... something else. You may want to sit down, sir." He obliged. The nurse took a deep breath, and Hero took the chance to steel himself, too. "There's been an alert... Whumper's escaped custody."

He looked at her in shock. "Wha-where are they? Why- how did they- what?" He jumped from the chair, nearly grabbing at the girl in front of him before stopping himself. Deep breaths. He ran a hand over his face before turning back to the nurse. She looked about ready to cry. "Shit- I'm sorry. Thank you for telling me. What security measures can we implement to make sure Whumper doesn't come after Villain?"

There was a bit of silence, the nurse steeling herself to give the news. "I'm not sure, Hero, sir. The hospital is refusing to care for Villain anymore. For, um, security reasons. Perhaps... take him home? O-or perhaps to the Organization headquarters?"

This couldn't be real. Whumper was roaming the streets, the hospital was kicking Villain out. And in this state? What assholes. "Fine. Great. How am I going to get him out of here, then? He won't talk, won't move, won't even open his damn eyes." Hero gripped his hair, turning around. Holding himself together was impossible. He didn't fucking care anymore. "You can't fucking do this! You can't just- you can't kick someone out of the fucking hospital! He needs help for Christs sake! Can't you see that?" His fists flew out, one hitting the wall behind him, one flailing about desperately in front of him.

Around him people were staring. Doctors stood around, ready to intervene. Great. Now you've made a scene. Hero scoffed before turning and walking back to Villain's room. They'd uncuffed him after the incident with Superhero, mainly because it was her stupid idea in the first place. Now Hero was in charge. That was another issue Hero now had to deal with. Hero had been next in line to become head of Organization for a while. Until he was officially promoted the Organization would be in shambles. A chaotic mess. And Hero also had Whumper to deal with now…

The Organization headquarters was their only option.

A doctor brought in a wheelchair to take Villain away in. Villain didn’t fight the movement as Hero transferred him onto it. Didn’t even flinch.

“Villain, dear, can you hear me?” Hero lay a blanket over Villains lap. It was thin and not very soft, but at least it was something. Hero tried tucking it in, tried touching his dreary face, tried patting his shoulder. Nothing fazed them.

They were still as Hero led him out of the hospital and helped him into his truck. Organization Headquarters was about a half an hour away, and Hero didn’t know what to do. Should he play music? Villain used to love it when Hero base boosted his favorite CD. It would probably just cause his lover to panic now.

He put the CD on anyways, ensuring that the volume was low. Hero pulled out of the hospital and began the drive to headquarters.

The drive was awkward, to say the least. There were so many things Hero wanted to say to Villain, all of them shoved back down in his throat at the mere sight of the other. It made him want to cry. So he turned the radio up. Just a little.

After that Hero sort of zoned out. It would have been wise for him to pull over, but he didn't care. He couldn't care. Then he heard a low humming that pulled him from his lulling thoughts.

It was Villain, humming softly to the music, his head lolling back and forth. Hero started crying, although silently, and did everything to keep his attention on the road, even though his vision blurred.

The humming stopped abruptly. "...Hero?" The voice was so quiet, Hero almost thought it was a trick of the wind. Looking over he could see Villain's eyes clenched, tighter even than before, but his mouth opened again. "Are... your truck, it- the windows are t-tinted, ri-right?"

He remembered the truck. He remembered the song. He was amazed. "Yes, dear, the windows are still tinted. Just like before." Hero's attention went from the road to Villains face every few seconds, back and forth and back and forth, almost dizzying. But he saw it. Saw him open his eyes, slowly, red rimmed and nearly crazed, but open.

Tears started to fall. There was no crying, just droplets of grief pouring from his eyes. The Hero's, too. "Hero, I ca-can't-" Hiccups and sobs racked their body. "Whumper, they-I can't, I have to-"

Hero pulled over. "Woah, slow down. It's alright, love, you're safe. Take some deep breaths with me." Hero took Villains hand and rested it on their chest. Up and down, Hero made deliberately exaggerated breaths to help their beloved Villain back into a calm state of mind. "Whumper is not here. They can not hurt you. I am here. Right here."

"Say my name," he blurted out. It took Hero aback, but of course he obliged. Anything for him.

"Villain. Your name is Villain. Villain, this is what you want?" He nodded vigorously, desperately. "Villain. I've got you Villain. Okay?"

He leaned his head against his head rest, resting his eyes again. "I'm... I'm Villain, not..." He trailed off. "I'm scared."

Now it was Hero's turn to sob. "I know, love. Villain." He led Villains other hand to his chest as well, slowly as to not alarm the other. "But you're here now. I've got you. I won't ever let go."

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[wordgirlprompts]

A couple years down the line, Becky watches as Victoria Best slowly deteriorates day by day as she starts to burn out. Finally succumbing to her stress and having more and more panic attacks

- Victoria is constantly exhausted, she’s less vibrant and passionate as she used to be. Very quiet and reserved. Which soon effected her grades and her parents became more harsh with their punishments and with what they say to her. To say her self esteem was at an all time low was an understatement

- she’d have frequent panic attacks in the bathroom if her grade was less then a 100%. Being the best was no longer a title she held proudly, but something she needed for her parents to love her and her will to live. It was like the need to breath to her.

- Victoria could usually be seen sitting with Eileen, mostly because her and Eileen were on good terms since the two of them were villains and the fact that nobody else would want to sit with her. Eileen was good company to have.

- Becky took note of her deterioration over the years, it was nice not having her gloat in her face all the time, talk down to anybody or get angry at anybody saying they were the best at something (Though they would get glares, but Victoria was just to tired to actually confront them). Which is probably why she hasn’t checked in on her till now. But one fateful day as Becky went into the bathroom to freshen up, she heard Victoria sobbing her eyes out in a stall.

- Becky contemplated on turning into Wordgirl in hopes that Victoria would better listen to her, but she decided that its better coming in as an equal then as a hero.

- Even though Victoria was hesitant and even annoyed that Becky showed concern to her (anybody who was the best wouldn’t need pity) but even her stubbornness and pride were fogged in the pure panic she was in. She got an 30% on a english paper. Victoria showed it to Becky as if it was her death warrant.

- It was a paper where she really didn’t understand what the purpose was, I mean why should the color of the curtains matter?? Even with proper punctuation and a good layout, she didn’t write about the subject the teacher wanted her to. (Which was the wording in the details and meanings in an already complicated book) So the best she could do is a 30%.

- Becky (while not encouraging) asks why Victoria just use her recorder and make the teacher give her a good grade. Victoria replies that it broke, that the recorder was so old and she used it so much when she was little, it wore out eventually. It was a toy recorder after all. (Plus Mr Big Industries discontinued it)

“My parents, they will kill me if they see this grade! They get mad whenever I get a 90%, i don’t know what they’ll do to me if they see that i’m useless enough to fail.”

“Victoria you’re not useless at all! You’re one of the most, if not the most talented person I know. I never thought i’d have to remind you of that.. By the way, if this is a ploy just for me to compliment you-“

“It was never talent, Beckface. It was never taking a break from being the best, it was constant all nighters, it was classes for everything 24/7. If i’m not the best at this dumb assignment, if i’m not the best in my class- Hell, if i’m not the best in my school. Then i’m just a walking lie.”

- Becky, unsure on what to do or what words will actually get through to her, asks if Victoria would like to sit with her and her friends at lunch. Saying they’ll help her with the paper so she can resubmit it (Violet was a poet so she’s good at finding the hidden details in text) and that they can help her hide the paper from her parents till then. Victoria agrees, anything was better then facing her parents.

- I want to end this on a happy note so- Over time, she did manage to get away from her parents and get therapy (her and her brother both) 👍.

(I like to think she gets adopted by one of the villains, but that’s a whole other post on its own.)

[cumbercookiebatchs]

No thoughts, only Grantaire acting like a human weighted blanket for Enjolras when he's had a really bad panic attack

Fact is, Enjolras's panic attacks don't come with trembling nor fastened breathing. He shuts down, completely, turns pale and as cold as ice and can't stand being in the open.

The first time Grantaire witnessed it, he'd just came home from a shift at the bar. It was late and he was sure Enjolras'd be long asleep, so he guessed something was off when he heard the TV still on. But the couch was empty and Enjolras was nowhere to be found in their living room.

He found him in the kitchen, sitting on the floor in the corner of the room with his back plastered to the wall, knees up tight to his chest and a lip bitten so roughly it was bleeding. What had him fear the most though was Enjolras's look, empty and distant, pupils so tight they could barely be seen.

He was beside him in an instant, wanting to comfort but so afraid to touch, drawing back immediately when Enjolras flinched at the brush of his fingers. Grantaire's eyes settled on the grip Enjolras's had on his own wirst, so tight his nails were biting his skin, even more strongly after Grantaire's touch.

His heart in his troath, he sat down beside him, well in his sight, speaking as soft as he could, calling him back slowly, oh so slowly. Tender and careful, until Enjolras found his focus back, tense shoulders crumbling down and trembling lightly, blue eyes blinking into awareness and melting with tears.

"Grantaire", he breathed, a pained gasp that had him falling within Grantaire's awaiting arms, and he let himself be held and lulled, Grantaire's warm breath and his soft aftershave grounding him gently.

He trembled under Grantaire's caresses, as cold as he'd ever been, nodding his permission when Grantaire asked to pick him up.

Burrowed into Grantaire's chest, his voice was just a whisper. "I can't talk about it yet", he said, "but can you hold me close?"

With a smile and a tender kiss on his head, Grantaire let him down on their bed carefully, bundling him up with their softest blanket.

He laid down beside him, holding him close, but Enjolras was restless still and his breath had Grantaire worried all the more, "What's wrong?"

Not talking, Enjolras prodded and tugged to find himself under Grantaire's body, sighing in the croock of his neck.

"Like this", he mumbled, more calm and relaxed that he'd been until then. Careful, Grantaire let his weight settle down on him, fingers brushing the tangled curls, "Alright?"

But Enjolras was already asleep.

[jordanshenessy]

So I had a little mini panic attack this morning and I was thinking back to this fic I wrote back in New Years where sander found it hard to breathe and I was writing it based off of my experience, like just an overwhelming feeling and I was actually gonna give him an arc where he had panic attacks but I thought better of it BUT fast forward 7 months later and I had a freaking panic attack and I’m like damn tasfia did u just think not being able to breathe sometimes was normal???

[an-asmp-tommy]

Declaration Of War

You have failed to meet the conditions of peace I have provided.

A message from Apolotopia has reached my nation.

You understood the consequences, yet you let your people betray you.

I hate to do this, but I'll do what I have to do. I'm sorry.

-President of L'Apoloburg

... w-what?

*And suddenly, every last string of hope they had left vanished in an instant, vanished like idea of a better tomorrow, vanished like the dream that maybe- maybe one day he could hug their sibling once again, vanished like the naive though that he'll wake up and this would've been all just a horrible nightmare. Vanished.

Before he could notice, tears began to burn her cheeks like a cruel reminder of pain. A!Tommy's vision blurred, his throat closed, and his now limp body was just a pathetic curling ball on the dirty floors of the cavern. Sobbing. Choking on air that refused to come. Alone. He never wanted a war, never wanted to hurt anybody, they just wanted their home back... their family back.*

No... nonononononONONONONONO NO-

W-what did I-I d-do wr-wrong...?

I-I thought... I t-thought I did- *A hiccup escaped his trembling lips.* Did everything r-right.... I-I...

I don't w-want this... I-I don't want thisIdontwantthisidontwantthis I DON'T WANT THIS!

*He screamed, yelled, cursed at any poor soul that could hear until his throat went sore. Until there was nothing left to say. Until maybe, if he went to sleep, he wouldn't have to wake up again. Not to a war.*

[niympha]

Artemisia: [whispering] “Stop stop stop stop-” 

[creatorofclay]

In addition to this post I made a while back talking about Elijah's depression, I think it's best to add on about his fears and anxiety as well.

In addition to clinical depression, he has an anxiety disorder with racing thoughts and bad panic attacks. His mind moves very quickly from one train of thought to another so as long as he keeps himself busy, he can keep out anything intrusive or damaging to his mind. Focus is his best tool, he can fixate on something and keep on it until it's complete or he's interrupted, a tactic that is as bad as it is good. Often times hes learned to set an alarm to stop himself so he can remember to eat, or just has Chloe or the girls come bother him at regular intervals.

The medication he's supposed to take is meant to ease the racing thoughts, as I said in the other post, but they make him feel tired and sluggish, which only makes him panic more. He doesn't often take them, choosing other methods of coping instead.

Panic attacks he feels coming in his chest. His heart pounds and he loses his breath suddenly. If he can manage that, he can usually get past it. But, if he focuses too much on the fact that he can't breathe, it will only get worse. The biggest reason why he's afraid of being choked or not being able to breathe.

He's also afraid of frogs, which I've mentioned here and there before. The scream of them triggers him the most since the sound is like a high pitched alarm, something that can be associates with dangerous situations. Everything about the frog is just bad news for him. The villa is sound proofed to keep any potential frog sounds out and the girls are always on the look out for any that may come close to the house from the river.

[chaos-search-history]

Rp Starter (anyone can interact)

Chao wasnt okay. He was in the forest, near the camp, curled up in a ball and trying to not sob loudly. He was panicking, shaking and clutching himself tightly, hugging himself, his nails digging into his arms. He was alone, and he didn’t think anyone would find him here. The bandages over his extra eyes were torn off, and he had been clearly attacked, a bloody wound in his side. Will anyone help?