#cw suffocation

[paintingpuff]

When there's not enough official Outer Wilds merch so you make your own poster

[giallogigan]

The Camellia of Leshy, based off of "The Roses of Heliogabalus" by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema @blue-phoria @bird-less

[fear-aesthetic-tourney]

You can feel it, can't you? The crushing weight of expectations placed upon you. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you bury your insecurities and feelings deep down inside you, it's never enough for them, isn't it?

"Why haven't you started dating yet?"

Your bills and loans have been piling higher and higher on your desk. You try to ignore it, paying off as much as you can, but as one disappears another begins. A partner would stress you out.

"Why are you dropping out of school? You love school!"

You are drowning from the sheer amount of work that's never ending. You can barely keep up and yet everyone else has time for service, for parties, for field trips. Your future debts loom over your head like a guillotine poised at the ready.

"When will you have a baby? The clocks ticking you know! I want a grandbaby!"

You see family members and friends moving on in life, bundles of joy cradled in their hands. You are the only one whose hands are empty. Your famiky boasts lots of children and you are expected to carry the name along but you can't. Children are loud and noisy and not for you. You're medically incapable. The very thought of pregnancy makes you nauseated. But they all keep asking maybe you should..?

"Why don't you show your pride? Why not help us fight the good fight?"

You are a private person, yet they all look to you to help spread their cause. You owe them nothing, but they expect everything. They keep asking and asking and asking to step out and speak putting pressure to keep appearances, to fit in their mold. You don't like their molds.

"Can you help me with this? Can you grab that? Can you take me—"

All you want is to be useful. You put your wants aside, they aren't important. She needs to get to her recital and he needs you to get groceries and they have to go won't you please come?

They they shove their work on you with a smile and a thank you without asking. They know you won't say no you're just sooo kind like that! Always willing to help out but so many obligations are BREAKING you when did you last eat again?

You are choking under obligation, the pressure is closing in. Nothing you do is enough your are a failure you let everyone down you are buried beneath their feet.

But it's comfortable here. There is silence beneath the waves. The water is crushing your lungs as the tide embraces you. Your movements are slow, sluggish, weighted with purpose you must jave purpose you must.

The earth is warm. Your arms are pinned to your chest and each breath is shorter than the last. The earth chokes you as a lover does, the pressure is wonderful on your back it makes you so dizzy that you can see stars underground.

Your blankets weigh you down in your bed, smothered in a loving hold reminiscent of childhood. Nothing can tear you from its embrace you are held, you are weighted you are loved and you are buried.

Pressure makes mountains move, weight keeps the boat from drifting off to sea, choking let's us appreciate breathing.

And of course, you dig yourself deeper. For better or for worse.

.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself-Story (18+)

⚠️CW: addiction, drug use, suffocation... ⚠️

About the fight between Irena and me: Daniel didn’t tell Irena anything about that threesome thing!! It was Dominick that nag!😠 He knew about Nico & Philip, after all, the two idiots threatened him at that time. 🤦‍♀️🤨

But Irena used this to hurt me. She wanted me to think, that Daniel would talk badly about me or share with her such private things about my past. However, she succeeded.😞😭

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[oboetemasuka]

Order of Attack (part 7)

And the visits conclude. Amane finally returns! I'll add parts 6 and 7 to AO3 later today.

New content warnings for sleep paralysis and suffocation.

Depending on how you judge it, this part could be more intense than part 1 (the initial attack) and/or part 3 (the medical care). Namely because there's no discretion shot this time.

Let me know if I need to add more warnings. Am I still in bounds for a teen rating? Does this go beyond canon-typical violence?

It's all because I had a bout of sleep paralysis the morning before I wrote this...

(I wrote all the names down with the surnames first, and then I had to flip the order when I typed it up to be consistent)

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Fuuta opened his eyes to a much redder cell. He didn't think it was strange for whatever reason. But Shidou wasn't there. Probably checking on Amane. He's finally left me like I thought he would. Fuuta tried to turn his head, but it wouldn't move. Huh? He tried his right hand. No luck. Suddenly, he was worried that the position of his neck was cutting off his air, but he just. could. not. move.

The door rattled. Was Shidou coming back? Hurry up and help me. Please… I can't breathe…

Or was it Amane this time? He hoped it was Amane. He got the feeling that Shidou had been trying to keep her away from him ever since she approached him without an eyepatch. Sure, it was off-putting to see her misaligned, unmoving eye, but it wasn't like she was going to do anything to him.

Fuuta was so lost in thought that he didn't catch who the figure was until the red glare bore into his eyes. Kotoko.

"Fuuta Kajiyama. You managed to evade judgement once." 

Evade? What the hell is she on about? She did a damn thorough job. 

"If only Amane Momose hadn't walked in when she did. Then I could have ensured that you'd never wake up again." 

You shut up about Amane… he wanted to say, but then Kotoko leaned in, putting all her weight on his ribs. The broken bones dug into Fuuta's lungs, and he tried in vain to scream.

"Of course I had to deal with Amane before she could alert anyone and put an end to my justice. Besides, Milgram had declared her unforgivable too, so I was just taking the opportunity to get my work done sooner."

She's just a kid! Why would you break her like that?

As if reading his thoughts, Kotoko continued, "I wasn't going to spare her just because she's a kid. You would know a thing or two about that."

How did you know… I didn't even mean for that girl to die!

"I'd say we are just the same, except the warden has forgiven me and not you. Unlike you, I seek out evildoers rather than hiding behind a screen like a coward."

That's right… I'm a coward… but at least I wouldn't have gone up to that girl and… and…

Fuuta's vision fell into a blurry haze. Kotoko's words dissolved into faint echoes.

"The world will be better off without scum like you. Goodbye, Fuuta Kajiyama."

…

"Fuuta Kajiyama." Upon hearing those words, Fuuta opened his eyes and gasped. A pain shot through his chest, much more real than what Kotoko inflicted on him. Oh, that was just a dream. Would Kotoko have really said those things? As the real world regained its shape, Fuuta found a green form hovering over him.

"Oh… just you… again…" He had never been more relieved to see Amane, but he couldn't let her know that. "Why… just to pity…"

"I'm just observing. Like usual." She was wearing the eyepatch this time.

"Your eye…"

"Oh, this? If it keeps Shidou Kirisaki away, then I'll wear it. So be it."

Fuuta was at a loss of words for once. What could he even say to this girl who was suffering because of him? She might never see out of her right eye again, all because she went to visit him that day. If she hadn't, she would have been completely out of the way. Out of Kotoko's line of attack.

Amane was babbling again, but Fuuta could tell she cared. She still cared. If he had been in her place, he didn't know if he could bring himself near anyone who was linked to such a traumatic event. And he knew she wasn't visiting because she felt bad. She was always direct. She could be rather confusing at times, but at least she wasn't mincing words around him. If anything, she seemed to have become more curt since the attacks. Speaking of words… what was she talking about right now?

"…reject his evil work. You don't have to depend on him. It's not… too late to change your ways. To shed those bandages. We can be good together-"

Never mind. She was spouting nonsense again. Fuuta closed his eyes and tuned Amane out.

Eventually, Amane's chatter died down. She put a hand on Fuuta's shoulder and whispered into his ear. "I believe in you." Then she headed out.

[madness-in-the-flesh]

Prompt 6 with Sanford please

Of courseee!! +D

Also included a lil hc for yandere Sanford. I feel like he's picked up his yandere tenancies from his mother and is like, probably yandere for her in a family sense and vise versa. So don't talk shit cause that's when he'll fucking lose it.

Sanford Prompt #6 Drabble

GENRE - Romantic

PROMPT - “Please don’t ever leave me!”  [ From this prompt list ]

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Physical Violence, Domestic abuse, Suffocation, Manipulation, Implied Intimidation

One thing stood between the door and you. Sanford.

Only recently had you found out what he had been doing. For the longest time, You thought you were the problem. You thought you were the one driving other people away - The reason that no one would ever talk or even look your way. That was far from the truth though, Because the real problem was the person you thought was your partner. You had loved him with your whole being and expected him to do the same and he did. He did it like it would kill him and it killed your relationship. You had caught him threatening a new friend of yours, A mutual friends you'd come to know too. You were finally happy to have someone outside of the small tightknit group Sanford was allies with. As you weren't much of a killing machine, only doing it if it was the only option possible.

When you saw him, On the phone, talking in that deep voice. You knew your perception of him had been shattered. You loved Sanford, You really did but that was the tone he used to threaten the agents that tried to harm him. That tried to hurt you. Then you started to think of everything over time and it just clicked. Hell, you had only gotten together recently. Maybe 2 or 3 months ago and this happened. You had been friends for longer and the feelings that had sprouted from that friendship, at first, gave you hope that Nevada was a better place. That maybe in all the madness, Peace could really thrive. Sanford, as a bit derided out as you were, would talk about a possible future - settling down somewhere quiet and living out the rest of your days together. You had to admit it sounded nice at the time and you entertained those thoughts. Now you were happily tearing away any hope he had of that, Not after the shit he had pulled behind your back for so long.

" Fuck off, you manipulative bastard. " You hissed back, glaring daggers at the larger male. He looked taken aback, almost flinching at your yelling but he still stood his ground. Arms folded as he tried to figure out how to calm the situation. Not that there was much he could do to calm you down. All you felt was the absolute rage and shame for letting him manipulate you like this. Hurt your friends, people who you held close and wanted to protect.

" Baby, please I-" he spoke, in a soft tone. The one he used to use in those intimate moments you shared. Him holding you, Giving you small kisses and loving stares. It made you want to vomit now, He who had held you so close was nothing short of a contriving. You didn't know love could turn to sickening hate so quickly. Not until now.

" No. I don't trust a fucking word that comes out of your mouth. " You interrupted, beginning to walk down the hallway. Every step was with intent. You were leaving and you were never coming back. You didn't want anything to do with him. You knew or at least, hoped the Sanford you knew was real to some degree as then you were sure he wouldn't hurt you. He started to look around, almost as if he was praying someone would come to help him. Panicking at the thought of losing you? It's what he deserved. Actions have consequences.

You strode down the hallway with purpose, The closer you got, the more nervous the grunt got. Pressing himself against the door to stop you from getting it open. You didn't care, trying to push past him but it was obvious he was physically stronger. You were reasonably shorter than him and he had always used this to his advantage to tease you before, The memory only making you grit your teeth.

" We can talk about this " He whined pathetically, praying you'd just go sit down but you didn't, turning to face him. Looking into the sunglasses that hid his eyes. You hated eye contact, But you refused to stand down. Not when newfound animosity filled you. Maybe it was for the best you couldn't see his eyes, you wondered what emotion they'd mirror. Would they show you this was an act, perhaps that's why he had been wearing them all along.

" NO, I DON'T WANT TO TALK WITH YOU. " You screamed beginning to push against him and grip at the door. You did everything you could to claw at the door. Putting your everything into getting out of this situation. You needed to get out now, You wanted to get as far from this place as possible. As far away from him as you could.

" Please don't make me do this " He sounded like he was on the verge of tears, Swallowing back sobbing but you didn't stop. You continued. He was just trying to fuck with you, Obviously. He just wants to keep you here and play some sick little game with you. He'd already broken you heart and trust. Had it not been enough for him? Apparently not. You now took to pounding on the door as loudly as you could. Maybe someone would hear you and come help you out.

" YOU SON OF A BITCH, LET ME-" That set him off. Smacking you across the face. A loud slap rung out as you fell to the floor. Not only did he have the brawn. your ears rang and you stood there for a moment. Stumbling back. You opened your mouth to talk but you couldn't. The words stuck on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes furrowed in horror, gawking at the larger man who had promised to never lay a finger on you. If you had any semblance for love left for him, it was gone now. Flooded out as soon as his hand made contact with your cheek. The stinging of a hand was still there, massaging you cheek with pain.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, But do not talk about my mum like that. " He spoke, In a upset tone. Biting his lip as he now began to follow you as you backed up. You didn't stop, Almost tripping over your own feet as you stumbled into the main room, crawling over the sofa in hopes of putting distance between the two of you but it was no use. He just reached out and gripped you ankle, Dragging you towards him.

Your nails dug into the head of the sofa but it was no use. You were pulled into his arms without effort. You hands pounded against his chest, pushing and wriggling as he stood there. Holding you. He looked like he was staring at your cheek, face twisting into one of regret. What a fucking joke. He hits you and then tries to act all sad about it. You just wanted out and would be taking the first one you got. However for now, you were still stuck between Sanford and the door as he held you in a tightening grip. Now to the point you started to realize you were struggling with breathing.

" I can't Breathe " You spoke out, beginning to try gasp out for air, Wriggling more as no oxygen entered your lungs. The crushing around your ribcage got tighter and tighter. You began to tear up, now out of plain fear.

" I can't... Sanford, stop I-" You began to chock on your own words, Trying desperately to fight against him but it only made you use up more of your limited oxygen.

" I know... I know... I'm sorry but I can't let you leave... " He interrupted as he trailed off, now looking away as if to shield himself from the image of you slowly suffocating by his hands. He held you tighter, trying to ignore your pleas for him to let go. The world became blurry, Your throat burned as you struggled to keep consciousness. You fully believed this was your end. You had no idea that the man you had been with was such a fucking psychopath. You should have listened to the posters scattered around Nevada and reported him at the first glance.

“Please don’t ever leave me!” He blubbered apparently now letting tears drain from his eyes. He hated to see you like this but you forced his hand. If he didn't do this now then you'd be out of his life forever. He couldn't take that risk. Listening to your chocked sobs killed him on the inside but he tried to tell himself it was necessary. His mother would be so proud of him for finding such a wonderful partner like yourself. So he would not be letting you go.

The world faded with your consciousness, barely hearing Sanford's word as you departed. Now limp in his arms as he let go and moved you down to the sofa. Fresh air filling your lungs with a harsh breathing pattern - inspecting you gently to make sure he hadn't done any bad damage. Guilt ate away at him as he stroked your cheek he had slapped a moment before. He'd make it up to you, He promised himself as he once again repeated the sentence to himself. Nothing above a whisper.

" Please.... just don't ever leave me. "

[argentsunshine]

hmmmm what about "hand(s)" for the fic game

"It flows into his mouth and nose as he tries to shout, it gives way under his hands as he scrabbles blindly for some kind of purchase in the soil, digging his nails into everything that threatens to hold his weight."

[skrub-dubs]

( @prestigepreceptcenterpregym )

😴😨

I’m scared what justy could be like in dreams if he’s like that in reality

No dreams about him. Ever.

Every single time it's a nightmare lmao.

//

Sand. Fucking everywhere. Skrub could barely move. Every inch he pulled himself out of the ground was two more inches he sunk down. The visor of his helmet protected his eyes, but nothing stopped the coarse particles kicked up in the air from his struggle from entering his airways. Skrub could only choke and cough and struggle as her life flashed before her eyes.

[askdoeleaf]

A list of things doeleaf is afraid of

-drowning/suffocation (ie smoke)

-small spaces

-confrontation

- hurting people

- the thunder path.

- thunder.

-sleeping (he has nightmares)

- posion

-monsters (cars)

—-

Things doeleaf isn’t afraid of

-owls and other birds of prey.

-Fire

-bugs

[kit-mc-corny]

The pesanta is a creature from Catalan folklore that sits on the chests of its sleeping victims, making it difficult for them to breathe. Some accounts say that it has holes in its paws to prevent it from stealing.

[redead-red]

Memories of Tomorrow

Rated T Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Jazz & Danny, Jazz & Kyle

Jazz went to bed in 2016 and woke up in a hospital bed in 2004. While trying to find her way back to her time, Jazz finds herself haunted by both the past and the future…literally.

Chapter 9 [warning for asphyxiation/suffocating] Jazz’s eyes flew open as she woke up abruptly in her bed. Panic overtook her entire body before her brain could parse what was going on. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe! Something was stopping her, blocking air from entering her windpipe. Instinctively she tried to scream, only to find that no noise could escape. 

Read More on AO3 | Start at Chapter 1

[geneseedraws]

CW // abuse , restraint , suffocation Maurice and Patsy, from the very first scene in chapter 1 of my book, “All Tomorrow’s Photos” 🙈 You can buy it now, check it out here!! 💕 I just think it's so fun to draw certain scenes of my book as comic pages!! But I could never do the whole story as a comic, it's too long and that'd be too much work... 🙈 Plus I think overall the story works better in novel format. Though I still love to draw, so I wanna do these kinds of comic drawings more often!! 💕💖 Okay I am just rambling now lololol uhhhh okay ✌️

[tumblestonesa]

it's quiet in the small break room - all the other grunts had been cleared out except for this one. it had been too easy, coaxing the recruit's true intentions from him. a young, earnest thing who was stupid enough to think he could take down rocket from the inside. it was almost cute.

but there was a job to do, and petrel was, sadly, the only executive present. so it was up to him. his approach is quiet, the voice he uses as grunt naomi soft as he hugs the traitor from behind. "i've got you, don't worry." only once the other has relaxed completely does his grip turn vice-like - a hand clamping over nose and mouth, the other keeping the grunt flush to petrel's disguised chest.

it takes a while - this sort of thing always does. he only breaks character as the struggling starts to slow, humming in his own voice. "you shouldn't have joined up if you weren't ready to be loyal. or at least betrayed when you were under someone else's supervision. i'm not that bad, honestly." he lets out a long suffering sigh. "i don't like having to cull the numbers like this. but you forced my hand."

the body goes limp in his arms, but he doesn't move the hand from its airways. there's a pulse still - weak, but there. only when he's sure the grunt is gone does he leave, straightening his uniform as he goes, the corpse left for the admin on duty to arrange a clean up for.

[askappos]

Small esper: can't.... breathe.....

Appos used Tri Attack! Skye used Dragon Breath! Gaea used Leaf Tornado!

[mutogamingco]

Send my muse an anonymous nightmare:

You were both buried alive with the Millennium Puzzle.

There’s no afterlife. There’s no light at the end of your story. There is only emptiness and silence as life goes on above ground, without you.

You can’t feel his presence anymore.

You’ve run out of air.

Yuugi lay curled up in the cold sand at the base of the pile of rocks he'd exerted his energy attempting to climb, dig through, anything. Anything to get them back out again. No matter what he'd tried, more had just tumbled down to fill the gaps.

His breath came in shallow, slow gasps and his eyes watered as he stared into the blackness, gripping the puzzle to his chest. It didn't matter if he closed them, it was all the same. That name fell from silent lips as tears beaded up on the golden pendant. There would be no answer. All Yuugi could do was pray that it wouldn't be too much longer that he suffer such loneliness. Maybe he could see him again, and they could be together.

Please, please don't allow him to be alone forever. Was that really asking too much?

Closing his eyes he murmurs quiet apologies between each precious breath to the people who would have to go on without him. It shouldn't have had to be this way.

----

Curled up in a ball under the blankets, Yuugi sobs, still trapped in the grip of his subconscious.

[amaritheartist]

Story Time!

That one time I almost died while eating candy!

Because I remembered it just now, and felt like sharing for some reason.

(TW: Choking and asphyxiation)

This happened when I was say... 10-12 years old. I was at my grandparents house, doing what any child at their grandparents' should be doing, eating from the lovely collection of sweets they had in the kitchen.

I decided on a York peppermint patty, because I'd never had one before.

It was really good, but I may have eaten it too fast, because I ended up inhaling a bit of it.

I could feel the cold mint in my trachea, and I could not breath, but that was not the worst part. What was worse, was that I had no clue where my grandparents were at.

I began to smack hard on the counter, in the hopes that I might call the attention of someone. Thankfully, my grandpa was in the next room, though I didn't notice at first.

But there was one small problem. Due to the fact that I was suffocating, I could not communicate my problem. He thought I needed to throw up.

Needless to say, if I wasn't scared before, I certainly was scared now. One way or another, it was right after this that the mint dislodged itself from my windpipe.

In hindsight, this whole choking ordeal probably only took place over the course of 30-45 seconds, but it felt like minutes.

In the end, my grandpa taught me the "universal sign of choking", and also what the Heimlich is.

So ye, I am reminded of this whenever I eat those now.

Hoped you enjoyed reading about my fear!