#cw: anxiety

[dutifullylazybread]

Why is Gale Ripped?

Seriously, no shade or shame to the Gale-truthers out there. You all are lovely and your fanart gives me life.

I know that from the conversation in the Stormshore Tabernacle that Gale has supposedly never been nervous before...

THAT BEING SAID I do headcanon that the only reason Gale is ripped is because he is like Chidi Anagonye from The Good Place, and he is, in fact, an anxious soul who does nothing but push-ups (or an aggressive exercise regimen) to combat his stress. Maybe he doesn't even recognize that he is anxious anymore? Maybe he just drops into push ups whenever he has an inkling of nerves and doesn't think anything about it?

I'm just saying that I will happily mod in an idle animation for Gale where he just, at random, begins exercising. Karlach is off to one side doing her jig, and Gale is doing a set of twenty.

(I suggest this as someone who does exercise to help manage my anxiety symptoms; it helps me a bit, but it doesn't always help everyone, and the very fact that I have this lengthy note in parenthesis should tell you EXACTLY how I am feeling right now about sharing this headcanon).

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale #headcanon #darcy rambles #cw: anxiety #bg3 headcanons #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

First Big Gig, pt (unknown)

Wild doesn't realize that his breathing stops being even, as the crowd engulfs any tiny sound that his body is making. Even then, he tries to keep his body together, and twists his face, keeping it neutral. His stomach seems to churn uncontrollably, like one of those kneading machines he uses for making bread. But Wild was so sure he did not eat anything strange today. Maybe he did. He can't remember.

He thinks his heart is pounding way faster than it should, but the pounding of the massive speakers is making him question whether or not his brain made it up.

His brain is partly in protest, but luckily, for some reason Wild keeps walking forward. The room is so crowded and warm that Wild is sweating profusely. His knuckles turn white as he grips the trolley, but the AC makes his hand so cold that he's slowly losing his grip. A part of Wild wants to go back.

"Nervous?" Warriors asks both of them, though it's super hard to parse what he says. 

Wild couldn't even move enough to nod. He can only think, and his thoughts only have "stop, no, go back". His vocal chords, on the other hand, seem to have been stuck, but he didn't have to answer, as Warriors can't even hear what Four said through the massive echoes of the sea of people. 

"Let's show the other idiots what we're made of!" Warriors proudly says, and Wild tries his hardest to crack the widest smile.

Next thing he knows, the blinding lights are shining on him. He can't see anything but blobs, but that's okay, his hands are still playing. He can't ruin their first big gig like this. He just can't. Warriors have been waiting for this day since he met them.

He normally looks over to Four and Warriors, to wink at them to signal an improv, or do a little funny on the side, but if he looks anywhere but his guitar the world seems to just ever so slightly tilt. His hands start to slide off the strings, surely no one heard that he accidentally missed a few notes?

His stomach, on the other hand, is actively betraying him. It hurts so bad, a nagging, throbbing pain. But, that's okay, he just needs to focus on playing. He just needs to focus. He can't see anything but flashing colors. His head feels so light. He needs to focus. Focus. Focus. That is a lie. He can't focus.

— —-

"Missed?" Wind suddenly says.

"Hmm?"

"Their guitarist. He missed a beat." 

"No shit Sherlock, they play math rock. Of course it's going to 'miss a beat'. But yes, I notice the guy is playing worse and worse." Legend says. 

"I know yall guys don't like this type of music so...If you want to leave we can-"

"No! It's not that" Wind cuts Twilight off. "I mean, even for their music, their guitarist misses a beat. Multiple times!"

"There's a sudden… shakiness, that I can't put a finger on." Legend adds.

Now that he mentions it, Twilight notices that their guitarist isn't standing straight. "What do you make of it? Should we be worried?"

"Could be stress or stage fright? Who knows, it's their first time in front of such a large crowd. I was exactly the same."

Wind throws his hand. "So you DID lie that day!" 

Legend pretends he didn't say anything. "All I'm saying is, unless their guitarist collapses, it's nothing to worry about."

And just as he finished that sentence, a loud, distorted sound played and a massive THUD on the ground followed. 

Their guitarist actually collapses.

— — 

It took a while, but the moment Wild starts stirring on the equipment box, Warriors immediately rushes to him.

"Wild?" Warriors asks, and pulls his hair out to check his temperature again. At least he doesn't have a fever.

The guy tries to turn but Warriors holds him back before he falls off. "uummmmm….wh..where…"

"Don't worry, we're backstage. How are you feeling?" 

One of the staff backstage walks over and hands Warriors a bottle of water.  "Is he doing well?"

Warriors shrugged. "But, thank you for your concern… erm.."

"Impa."

"Oh, I also know an Impa. Thank you, Miss Impa. I will look for you if anything comes up."

As Impa walks away, Wild jolts upright. "The Concert!," he says, but quickly flinches then curls into a ball. "owwwww… no, no, no it's all my fault… Did they make us leave? Where is Four?"

"Hey, I told you not to worry!" Warriors pats Wild's back. The kid is soaked in sweat, and he is shaking. There's a slight hiccup, as if he's holding back a sob. He pulls down his scarf, making sure that Wild is seeing him smile. "No one is at fault, you hear me?"

"...you said you'd be so mad if anything goes wrong…"

Warriors' eyes widen. "Oh no, if I accidentally made you feel bad, I am so sorry."

A long sniff and tears start streaming from Wild's face. Warriors is not good with crying faces, so he just awkwardly opens the water bottle and hands it to Wild. He accepts, and starts inhaling it like a thirsty elephant.

"Eyes, Wars. So many. And I tried to ignore them, but then everything turned into blinding, staring lights, and-"

"Hey, if anything, I'd be more mad if something wrong happens to my friends. Besides, they haven't kicked us out, and Four is still out there.". 

The room echoes and next thing you know it, Four starts jamming the worst infamous grooves known to man. 

Man he is brave.

Wild lets out a chuckle. As the crowd boos, and Four keeps playing, the chuckle turns into a loud cackle.

The cackle quickly turns into a grimace as Wild suddenly pulls himself into a ball, gripping his abdomen. "I don't know what's worse, the pain or whatever Four is doing outside."

Warriors pats Wild's back. "I'll ask the staff if they have anything." Warriors says, but before he can stand, someone throws him a faux-fur bag.

"Oh, he's dead! " The Vet says once he has a good look at Wild, muffled by his face covering. 

"There's advil in there. And ibuprofen." Rancher gestures at the bag.

"And, I never asked you guys to be here." Warriors pulls up his scarf to cover his face, and throws the bag back at the Veteran. "Why are you guys here? If you want to mock us, I hope we can go outside so I can punch you properly."

"Wouldn't want to make a scene, too crowded out there." Their drummer says, as he stuffs the bag back into Warriors' hands. "If I wanted to mock, I would wait until you guys start playing."

"Alright, partner, not too far." Rancher says, as he pats the Vet's back. 

Warriors rolls his eyes, but makes no effort to return the bag. He sits back down next to Wild. 

"If it's a stomachache, and he really has no idea why, then it could just be stress. In which case he'll be fine in a few minutes." The Vet says, shooting a look at Wild. "Or hours. Depends on whether your guitarist wants to get back out on stage."

Sailor also jumps on the equipment box, putting himself right next to Wild. "It's okay to feel frightened, you know. And if you're not ready, it's okay to say so."

Man, these guys are way too wholesome than what I give them credit for, Warriors mumbles.

Wild stares at the Vet, then he turns his gaze back at Warriors. It's a "I don't want to do this, but what about you" kind of look.

"I still want to go back out there…" Warriors says, so Wild straightens himself, and starts to stand up. Warriors holds him back down. "But-"

"I can fill the empty spot if you want? Do you have the sheets?" The Vet asks.

"Why not the little guy over there? Also, I thought you hated our music? Can you even play guitar?" Warriors raises a brow, but the Vet just shrugs in response.

"I can play Never Meant." Legend shrugs. "Or that song by Tricot that you guys play. Just need the sheets. And don't do anything too weird."

"Well, then, Wi- I mean, Champ, can he borrow the sheets? Or, do you still want to play? Either option is fine."

— — 

"I should have used our guitar instead, this one is so greasy." The Vet says, then he seems to be throwing a friendly insult towards Wars and Four, but it was too far that Wild can't really make out what he said.

"Ready?"

"Woo!"

The moment he starts playing, Wild's eyes widen. 

"But for someone who has never listened to these songs…" Wild accidentally said his thoughts out loud.

"Impressive, right?" Rancher says as he walks up to Wild. He never stood so close to any of the band members, and Wild notices that his mask has hand sewn words in the Twili language. "We call him the Vet for a reason."

"To be fair, he actually hate-listens to you guys." Sailor chimes in. "Wait, don't tell anyone about that."

Wild spits a laugh. "Why does he hate-listen to our band?"

"He likes how your cymbals sound."

"Oh, thank you. Our drummer made them himself." Wild proudly says.

"Woah, cool!" Sailor exclaims, then he starts cackling. "OHHH! Smith! Cymbalsmith!"

"Mhm! Well then, if he ever needs any-" Wild was about to pull out his phone, but then remembers that he gave it to the Vet for music sheets. "Okay, I'll read out a number, and tell him if he needs cymbals just give us a call. If he wants, he can have some for free as well."

"I doubt he'd use cymbals made from the enemy band, however." Rancher says. 

"His grandpa runs it, so if we're talking technicality, it's not from 'the enemy band'."

"Thank you." 

"No, thank you. The meds help a lot."

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #9 verses #modern au #a song linked from 9 verses #band au #math rock #/i imagine they start playing a tricot song #/also i originally wanted four (the drummer for math rock) to be the one being pulled off stage #/but the notes for Four is he is VERY BRAVE #/meanwhile #/wild is normally depicted to be afraid of crowds #/although whether or not that is canon is questionable #/also legend saying hes dead #/thats a reference to the comics btw #cw: anxiety #lu modern au

[mariesdameron]

Stay with Me (GN!Reader x Santiago Garcia

CW: Mentions of anxiety, depression, and chronic body pain. Slight angst. (Hurt/Comfort)

The reader is GN, but the term 'querida' is used. There is no g/n term equivalent.

*No y/n*

AN: This has been sitting in my docs folder, and I decided it was time to try writing again. Be gentle, and let's hope for more!

WC: 1.5kish

Oscar Isaac Character ML

Santiago Pope Garcia ML

You halted at his apartment door. The faint hum of his guitar sounded from the other side. It never fails. Your world falls apart, and you find yourself here again, needing him to put you back together.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you knocked. The door rattled before revealing those beautiful peppered gray curls and shining brown eyes you'd missed so much. Santi swiped his tongue alongside his bottom lip as he took in the sight of you.

No phone call or text message letting him know of your arrival. No invitations or plans to meet up. There never was, not since the argument that drove you away from each other. Santi backed up into the apartment, motioning you inside.

"Tea?" He hummed as he strolled past you, heading towards his small, tidy kitchen. The apartment was the same as it always was, bare walls and simple furniture. You tossed off your shoes and jacket and slid onto the island barstool. You knew precisely what Santi would be doing at this hour.

Outfitted in his favorite sweats and teeshirt, you skimmed the coffee table. Sure enough, a book rested there, his guitar carefully propped against the sofa. Santi was a man of routine. He said it kept him sane.

You were agitated. It had been longer than usual since your last visit. And yet, he automatically responded as he always did; to take care of you. You shifted in place. Santi would let you sit in silence for as long as you like. Still, you needed his soothing assurances to alleviate the chaos in your mind sooner than later. Santi signaled towards the couch, his hands carrying two mugs of tea. Sighing, you took your cup and pulled your knees to your chest.

"Thank you." You mumbled, breathing in the herbal steam, letting it fill your nostrils, attempting to avoid his stare. Santi cleared his throat.

"How long?"

You shrugged, straining to steady your grip on the mug. The hurt and tightness in your limbs fought for your attention. Santi abruptly tugged at your legs. You obeyed the silent command. Carefully, he removed your socks before his calloused hands began massaging your feet.

His voice was gentle while firm.

"How long?"

You sighed into the cushions as your body relaxed. You missed him. You knew Santi didn't need you to answer, but it was the game you both played with each visit. You would show up at random times of the evening, depleted from sleepless nights consumed by panic, chronic body pain, and despair.

In the beginning, after you left, you caved quickly, ending up in his arms every couple weeks. Now, you tried desperately to stay away. But this last episode was scarier than it had been in the past, and you weren't sure you could make it through alone.

"It's been a few weeks." You wavered, swallowing down the sob growing in your throat. Santi's jaw tightened. You knew he would be upset and that he worried. One of the many reasons you keep your distance is you hate it. You hated being the cause of any more stress. Santi bore a heavy past.

"You should have come sooner, querida." He sighed. Shrugging, you sipped your tea. The intrusive cycle of vitriol whirled in your head. Intuitively, Santi shifted closer to you, his hand resting on the back of your neck. "It's okay." He murmured, taking your mug from you.

Tears welled in your eyes as Santi hauled you into his arms, his lips immediately pressing to your brow. The pang in your chest unfurled as his warmth began to thaw your body. Santi's calm, steady reassurance in your ear grounded you as he rocked you while you sobbed.

You finally allowed him to lead you to his bedroom and gently remove both of your clothes. You crawled under the covers as Santi moved to shut off the lights. You had no idea what time it was, but you knew it couldn't be that late into the night. It never failed, no matter what the time was when you arrived. The routine was always the same.

No place felt safer than being enveloped in Santiago's arms. You had searched for many years before and after him and still always found your way back to him, every time. It was only a short time until you were sound asleep.

Santi's face was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes the following morning. His faint snoring made you smile as you cuddled closer. Santi's eyes flickered open, immediately aware of the shift in your position. The man never missed a beat. He surveyed your face before speaking, his voice husky from sleep.

"One to ten?" He questioned as he caressed your back.

"A ten." You murmured without thought, closing your eyes not to expose the rush of emotion that rushed over you. Santi hummed a sigh of approval before brushing a kiss on your forehead.

"I guess you can't beat a ten." He whispered. Santi's touch hesitated before he spoke again. "We could wake up like this every morning." You should have known this was coming.

Instinctively, your walls came crashing down. You didn't want this argument. Evading his stare, you stood and began searching for your clothes. Santi's features tautened as he observed you getting dressed.

"I won't stop asking, querida." The dejected sigh emitted from him was a hard blow to your chest. You needed him too much. It was unhealthy. This is why you couldn't stay. You were a constant disappointment.

How many therapists have told you that codependency only kept you sick? No, you were a ticking time bomb. And the times that Santi misstepped and couldn't provide for you obliterated him. He deserved better. He had fought enough battles and didn't need to fight yours.

"Just stop." You blundered to the living room. Santi followed.

"Dios mío." He muttered before tugging your hand. "You don't get to tell me to stop. Not after I held you all night."

"Stop." Your voice quavered as you stood in the center of Santi's living room. He shook as he spoke.

"I can't keep doing this. You show up, expect me to fix you, and leave as quickly as you came." Santi's tongue darted over his lips as he realized his error. "Expect me to fix you." It was too late.

Yanking backward from him, you stumbled to put on your shoes. Santi instantly softened and sank to his knees.

"Let me love you."

You choked in the air as your body fought from rushing to him or running out the door.

"Look at yourself." You spat and gestured wildly. "You, with your shit knees, are on the floor. And for what? Over me?" You wiped your runny nose. "I am a fucking wreck of a human. And you don't need to spend all your time 'fixing' me. It's an extra burden you don't need." Trembling, you put on your jacket. "So you can stop, and so will I." Santi's jaw tensed as he leaped to his feet.

"You're not the only fucked up human here." His pain, frustration, and desperation were unmistakable. "You are always saying that I am taking care of you…” Santi wavered. "I was numb when I met you. Empty. The blood on my hands, the secrets I have to keep. You become apathetic. It's easier. And then you came into my life, and I wanted to feel everything. Everything was so much more colorful when I shared it with you. And when you left, well…" Santi breathed in and stepped closer to you. "Everything good left with you. You aren't a burden to me, cariño. Eres la luz de mi Vida." You ambled back as his glistening eyes analyzed your face.

After a minute in silence, Santi exhaled and rubbed his face vigorously.

"How about we go get some breakfast? The cafe we love, down the street." He moved swiftly to you before you could utter the anxiousness building in your mind. "One day at a time. Let's take this one day at a time. Today, we have breakfast. How's that sound?" His hand reached for yours. "Will you have coffee with me?"

There would never be anyone else. You knew this. You knew that the reason you always ended back here was that there was no one else that could reach inside the darkness and pull you out.

You nodded, slowly dropping your shoes to the floor. Santi's shoulders eased, and you were sheltered in his arms without skipping a beat.

Thank you for reading!

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#Santiago Pope Garcia #Santiago Garcia #Triple Frontier #Oscar Isaac #Fanfic #Santi #Hurt/Comfort #Holy shit its been a hot second since I posted anything #CW: Anxiety #Angst

[kollapsar]

Not depressed or anxious or desperate for stim but a secret fourth thing (I am actually all but my current copium is roleplaying as someone who has none in order to perform basic daily tasks)

#personal #cw: anxiety #cw: depression #may delete later

[bita-bita]

Oooh guess whose anxiety is SO MUCH BETTER?

MEEEEEE

I went out for a walk tonight.

First I went to the playground and enjoyed the swinggg as I watched the staaaars and sang made up kids songs lol

Then I treated myself to some tiramisu~

Then I went to the park. Almost no one was in the whole park- (which is a very big one) Maybe cause it was cold?

I lied down under a willow tree and tried to meditate a bit. I touched the tree, yay! I'm making progress. I promised the tree I'll go visit it again.

From the center of the park, the stars were so so very gorgeous. I just.. I loved this night. But I couldn't spot the moon! Sadddd

Also I found a cool stick and brought it home~

I did a lot of shopping for the house too. Groceries and stuff. Which was something that made me anxious before, even if I was with someone else. And now I did it alone

#I mean I never left the house before #VERY RARELY AND NEVER ALONE. #so now getting the urge to go out is such a big step for me #and actually going out is even a bigger step for me #😇 #I'm doing great you guyssss #anxiety #depression #talk talk #cw: anxiety #tw: anxiety

[outoutdamnspark]

*Sigh*

I'm so tired of only ever coming back to tumblr to talk about my mental health issues - buuuuut here we are again, boys.

So the new job is going... good? Like, it's fine, I'm glad to be away from my old job; I'm out of training finally, but still new enough that everything is a little scary. I'm allowed to man the store alone now, and thaaaaaat's kind of... messing with me a little.

It'll get better with time, I know, but right now I'm still nervous as hell anytime I run a solo shift, and the fact that they're usually 10 hours completely alone unless a customer shows up is, uh... A little nerve wracking.

I can bring my laptop to work with me now, so I'm hoping I can use my downtime to a: work on stuff, and b: talk to people.

IDK, I've been having a lot of anxiety attacks recently, and it's kinda been sending me back down a depressive spiral - which then leads me to self-isolate on accident just from mental exhaustion. Which then makes me feel shitty for not talking to people and gives me even more anxiety because of how long it's been since I spoke to someone.

Which then makes me put it off until the anxiety wears down, which then...

Y'all I'm so bad at recognizing my own depressive slumps; I'm even worse at recognizing the passage of time because of the depressive slumps. I'm trying to get better, I swear I am.

I'm sorry, y'all. I don't mean to be distant or non-interactive.

Please know that it's never any of you.

Love you guys. 💛

~Spark💥

#spark speaks #cw: anxiety #cw: depression

[spectraling]

People that complain about characters "breathing excessively" or "panting while standing still" in shows or movies are so funny because they have clearly never panicked about anything in their entire life

#that's #that's anxiety baby #that's what anxiety feels like #when you get super anxious and/or panicking your breathing becomes shallow and labored #as if you'd been running #and these characters are certainly in a Panic #really really awful things are going on #tw: anxiety #cw: anxiety

[taintedbloodlines]

Just an FYI: I start work on Friday again after two months off. I work in the school system. My job has caused me a lot of anxiety and stress in the past few years (dealing with the pandemic and the shift in education) and currently I am worried that this year will be much of the same. I will do my best to be active but I definitely won't be as active. Please know I still value all my threads and discussions and will be working to continue them, just at a slower rate than before.

#( ooc ) #( tbd ) #cw: anxiety #( will be attempting to catch up on the weekend )

[kaioken16]

AoNoSummer2023 Day 20 - Light 💚💙🩵

During a heated argument between superior exorcists and the others about him, Rin begins to suffer a breakdown and has a panic attack. Losing himself the dark abyss, the light of his friends bring him back.

I wanted to do an angst piece with Rin because his trauma is filled with such potential and I wanted to write this piece about his friends supporting him, as he would do the same for them.

#AoNoSummer2023 #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #script #script format #angst #comfort #friendship #cw: panic attack #cw: anxiety #support #aoex fanfic #AoEx #Rin needs a hug #rin okumura #exwires #shiemi moriyama #yukio okumura #ryuuji suguro #konekomaru miwa #izumo kamiki #shima renzou #shura kirigakure #found family

[elsanna-shenanigans]

November/October 2023 Contest Submission #10: The Queen's Voyage

Words: ca. 4,000 Setting: Canon divergent Lemon: no Content: Mentions of seasickness, past character death, anxiety and depression

For the past four years, Elsa had vowed she would never set foot on a boat for as long as she lived. After her parents had died at sea when their ship went down on their way back from a diplomatic trip, she’d been worried that history could repeat itself. But this time, she had to put her kingdom’s needs before her own personal comfort.

Her ex-fiancee was due to stand trial in the Southern Isles for attempting to assassinate her the previous year and the Queens Of The Southern Isles themselves had asked Elsa to come personally to testify before the royal council. Elsa had offered to send one of her ambassadors instead, but the diplomats insisted she come herself.

To that end, Elsa now faced what was probably the most challenging task of her reign in recent months, surviving a four-day sea voyage without allowing herself to become an anxiety-ridden wreck by the time they reached their destination. Suffice it to say, she was not looking forward to it.

Of course, none of the naval officers and her personal servants were aware of her issues, Elsa had become a master of hiding her emotions. All they saw as she strode up the gangplank to board the waiting ship was their proud and dignified monarch, dressed in her finest royal blue gown and cape, letting very little feeling creep onto her face.

As she arrived aboard, she could tell the sailors were staring at her, wondering if she was going to even say much on this trip. She knew she had a reputation as a recluse even before the attempt on her life, her parents’ deaths having forced her into self-imposed isolation. People had thought her engagement, where she’d actually been happy for the first time in years, would finally break her out of her depression. But alas, it was not to be.

As the Queen eyed the crew with her icy blue spheres, familiarising herself with the faces of those who would be accompanying her for the next week or so, the ship’s captain, Captain Yamada, spoke to her. A man in his forties of Eastern descent with short black hair, she’d known him well as a man who would do everything in his power to ensure this voyage went smoothly.

“Your majesty,” he greeted her politely. “A pleasure to have you sailing with us. I wish it were under better circumstances though.”

“Likewise, Captain,” Elsa responded, her voice soft yet never losing its regal firmness. “If there is nothing to discuss, I shall head to my cabin and you can get underway as soon as possible.”

“Before you do so, my queen, allow me to introduce you to Anna,” Yamada said, guesting to a young woman among his crew.

Anna stepped forward and Elsa couldn’t help but feel a slight warmth on her cheeks when she saw her. Anna was a young woman, probably around her age if not a little younger, with strawberry blonde hair worn in the traditional naval style that most women in Arendelle’s armed forces preferred.

She wore the standard, rather dashing naval uniform as all the other sailors, grey with black highlights in colour and with white gloves, though if Elsa was honest, she seemed to be wearing it better than anyone else. Her cheeks were covered in a spread of freckles and her eyes were teal, a slightly lighter shade than Elsa’s own.

Anna bowed in respect, taking hold of the sword at her side. “My Queen, I live to serve thee.”

“I’ve assigned Anna to be your personal aide and bodyguard on this voyage, Your Majesty,” the captain replied. “She’s one of my best officers. If you need anything at all, just ask her. As for the rest of us, we shall respect your privacy should you need it.”

“Is uh… is this necessary, Captain?” Elsa asked, desperately not trying to let anxiety slip into her voice.

“It’s standard procedure for all guests aboard this ship, Ma’am,” Yamada explained. 

Elsa nodded. “Very well, I understand.”

“Come this way, Your Majesty,” Anna said, her voice bright and chipper. “I’ll show you to your quarters. Your servants already brought your belongings aboard this morning so they’ll be waiting for you there.”

“Thank you,” Elsa merely replied, following Anna below decks.

Once Elsa had gotten settled into her room, the ship got underway and the long voyage began. The crew did as they had promised, keeping their distance from Elsa besides Anna of course, respecting the Queen’s desire for privacy and if Elsa were honest, she didn’t want anyone to see her during the early parts of the voyage.

For the entire first day, Elsa spent most of the time huddled in her cabin, trying desperately not to be seasick. But it was hard when the ship kept lunching about from side to side heavily in the massive waves. Her thoughts were anxious ones, about how the mighty waves could capsize the ship, just like when her parents’s own ship went down.

Fortunately, by the second day, Elsa had gotten her sea legs and found herself spending a lot of time reading more than anything else. She’d always loved books, having read virtually every single one in the castle library as a child. In her depression, Elsa found herself diving into books again, them being a great escape from the pains of her daily life.

It was on the evening of the third day that Elsa found herself reading in her bed, a romance novel of all things about a young noblewoman charmed by a handsome lady thief who stole her heart. Elsa actually found these books to be some of her favourites, ironic considering the last time she’d opened her heart to love… well, it had been broken.

Just as Elsa was finishing the chapter, there was a knock on her door. It was Anna, her fourth time calling that afternoon alone.

“It’s open, Anna,” Elsa said, greeting her dutifully.

Anna opened the door and walked inside. “I know but it’s considered polite to knock before entering a lady’s cabin.” She sighed. “Is there anything I can do for you, your majesty?”

“No, Anna, there is not,” Elsa said, adjusting her glasses and going back to her book. 

The young woman groaned in frustration. “Can I speak freely with you, my queen? If that’s okay.”

“Of course.”

“I’m kinda getting the feeling that I’m kinda pointless on this trip and that I’m annoying you,” Anna admitted. “I thought this would be the best days of my life getting to serve you on this trip… but I guess the rumours about you were right and I got my hopes up for nothing.”

It was then the Queen took off her glasses. “Rumours? What rumours?”

Anna’s face turned as red as her hair. “U-Uh forget I said that! S-Sorry!”

Elsa sighed. Truthfully told, she was regretting that she was making Anna feel this way. Ever since her parents drowned, Elsa had shut her off from most social contact, never really making any friends. And the one time she’d let her guard down… she’d nearly paid the price with her life.

Yet, she could sense that there was something different about Anna. She was being kind and generous to her and trying to do her best as her personal aide on this voyage. And all Elsa had done was brush the young redhead off, preferring to remain in her kingdom of isolation.

And then there was the fact that Anna was so damned pretty too. It had been a long time since Elsa had let anyone catch her eye, man, woman or any other gender. The fact she was a dashing young sailor seemed like this whole thing was right out of the novels she loved so much.

Putting her book down, Elsa sat on the edge of her bed. “No, I suppose I am the one who should be sorry. I’ve probably been a terrible guest. I’m just… not used to dealing with people and this whole voyage… Again, I can only apologise for the way I’ve acted.”

Anna sat down. “This has been hard for you, hasn’t it?”

The Queen nodded, Anna seeing the stern expression on the Queen’s soft face melt away as she was granted a rare sight indeed, Elsa letting her guard down.

“Believe it or not, I used to love the ocean. My favourite story as a child was about a mermaid who fell in love with a prince and wanted to do anything to be with him. Part of me wanted to be some dashing hero, sailing the high seas in search of adventure… and then I lost my parents.”

“I remember the day it happened,” Anna replied. “My boyfriend Kristoff woke me up first thing in the morning when they announced it. I remember the funeral too, how you followed the procession through the streets after the service alone.”

“You were in the crowd that day?”

Anna nodded. “I could tell how broken you were inside, even with that black veil covering your face. I wished I could rush out and hug you but well… you know, you’re the Queen and I was just one of the many peasants.”

“Truthfully told, I would have accepted a hug from anyone back then,” Elsa admitted. “You weren’t always a sailor?”

“Wasn’t always a girl either,” Anna laughed. “But you were always an inspiration to me. Seeing how gorgeous you looked at your coming-of-age ceremony finally made me realise I wanted to be a girl… and seeing you take the throne made me want to serve you and make your kingdom proud. Hence why I joined the Navy.”

“And what about your boyfriend? Are you still together?”

Her companion sighed. “No, I broke up with him after my training was complete. I worried I couldn’t exactly keep up a relationship when I’d be gone for weeks at a time on patrol runs at sea. Don’t worry, we’re still cool though, so it wasn’t like a really bad breakup or anything like that.” 

“How fortunate… I wish my relationship had been as easy to end as that.”

“You know, the moment I heard that Hans bastard tried to stab you in your sleep, I wanted to punch him in the face.”

Elsa… had to laugh at that. Probably the first time she’d actually laughed in years. A soft, gentle laugh that quickly grew into a definitely un-queen-like snort. Anna joined in the laughter, itself equally as infectious. As the two young women finally calmed down, Anna was still chuckling.

“Okay, I did not expect your laugh to sound like that.”

The Queen blushed a little in embarrassment. “Neither did I.”

Anna stared at Elsa, at the Queen she’d spent so many years now idolising and fawning over. Though she was not wearing her sparkling crown and her platinum blonde, nearly snow-white-coloured hair was in a more casual French braid and her attire was a simple wine-coloured nightgown, she still looked like a flowing ice sculpture given human form.

She’d thought there was no way she’d ever get this close to Elsa in a million years and yet, here the two were, bonding and laughing and Anna realising that this woman was a lot more like herself than she’d ever thought. Anna felt her cheeks glowing a little as she looked at the Queen a little more.

“Anna, may I ask you to do something for me?”

“O-Oh sure!” Anna stuttered, rather adorably. “What is it?”

“Could you… let your hair down for me?” Elsa wondered.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna get in trouble for being improperly dressed.”

“Well no one is watching us and I’m quite good at keeping secrets,” Elsa said. “And you don’t have to have it down for long. I’m just… curious to see what it looks like.”

“Alright, but it’s not really anything special,” Anna replied, reaching back and untying her hair. As it fell out of its bun, Elsa could clearly see that Anna had been dead wrong. Anna looked even better with her hair down, her fiery red strawberry blonde locks flowing loosely behind her head like a waterfall at sunset.

Elsa turned even more red, which only made Anna feel more awkward. 

“See, I told you, it’s not really much to write home about,” Anna excused. “I used to wear it a lot better right after my transition. Had it in these two cute twin braids.”

“Anna,” Elsa merely responded.

“And I mean those were cute I guess but like, I’m not nearly as gorgeous as you are. I mean, you’re a queen, of course you’re gonna be the prettiest girl to ever walk the face of the earth and I’m just-”

“Oh Anna you are so wrong,” Elsa merely said with a hint of passion in her voice as she grabbed Anna’s cheeks and kissed her hard. Anna blushed bright red and held Elsa back, her eyes widening for a moment before she gave in. Both of them kissed the other softly, Anna feeling like she’d gone to heaven at that moment.

But then, Anna realised she was kissing the Queen of Arendelle and quickly pulled away, shocked and panicked. “Shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for that to happen, I’m so sorry!”

“No, Anna, it’s-” but before Elsa could finish her sentence, the redhead had sprinted out of the Queen’s cabin and slammed the door behind her.

Feeling her heart rend itself into a knot, Elsa curled up back on the bed. She felt so guilty for doing that, for driving away the one person who she’d found some connection with on this damned voyage. She held her hands close to her chest and started to cry, eventually crying herself to sleep.

—-

  The next morning, Elsa awoke with a pain in her chest, a feeling she’d never truly felt before. Guilt. As she sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she hugged her legs, wondering what to do. She wanted to make amends with Anna, to apologise for that sudden act the night before.

She couldn’t allow this guilt to carry on, not while she still had important business to do when they eventually reached the Southern Isles. She just sat there, gazing at the clock on the wall beside her. It was just before nine o'clock, when Anna had greeted her every morning thus far. 

And as if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Elsa’s eyes widened. “Come in!” She called out. As the door opened, the Queen suddenly blurted out her feelings. “Anna, I’m so sorry about-… you’re not Anna.” 

“No ma’am,” The dark-skinned woman who walked inside said. “I’m Honeymaren. I was asked to be your new personal aide.” 

“W-Where’s Anna?” 

“Oh she uh… asked the captain to relieve her of her duties to you,” Honeymaren explained. “Is there something wrong?” 

“No, I…” Elsa then got out of bed, then quickly put on her shoes. “Can you tell me where the captain’s study is?” 

“The deck above us, near the stern,” Honeymaren informed her. 

“Thank you, if you’ll excuse me,” Elsa said, before storming past Honeymaren. She marched down the corridor and up the flight of stairs, wanting to get to the bottom of this. Was this a bit of an uncharacteristic move for the Queen of Arendelle? Yes, but Elsa hadn’t felt this strongly about someone in so long. 

And she was determined to make this right. 

As she arrived at Captain Yamada’s study, Elsa knocked on the door briskly. “Captain, are you in there?” 

“Yes?” 

Elsa walked inside, seeing the captain right in the middle of some paperwork. He looked at her, surprised. 

“Your majesty? You’re up rather early. Is there something wrong?” 

“Captain, where’s Anna?” 

“On deck, she’s inspecting the sails at the moment I think. We went through a pretty bad gale last night.” 

“Why did she ask to be relieved of her duties?” 

“Who… who told you about that?” 

“Answer me, captain,” Elsa demanded, in a voice the Queen only used for her closest advisors.  

Yamada sighed. “She said she felt she couldn’t perform her duties adequately enough and had felt she had failed you. I asked her why she felt that way and she wouldn’t say, just merely asked to be reassigned. I’m sorry about all this, but Honeymaren is a good officer too. She’ll be just as good as Anna was in serving you as your aide for the next two days till we get to our destination.” 

“But she won’t be, Anna, I’m sorry,” Elsa expressed.  

The captain straightened his collar. “I uh… if you want, I can order Anna to resume her duties serving you, my Queen. I’m her commanding officer after all.” 

There was a part of Elsa that nearly wanted to say yes, to make Anna come back to her… before the rational part of the monarch’s brain finally took control and made Elsa come to her senses. “No, no, she said she had her reasons for wanting to be relieved of her duties… I want to respect those.” She then walked to the door. “I’m sorry for troubling you, Captain, I’ll leave you to your work.” 

“It’s alright your majesty,” He said. Before Elsa could leave, the captain spoke again. “Oh, and my queen? I hope you and Anna do get a chance to patch things up. She always spoke of how much she was looking forward to her assignment with you. I’d hate for you to leave on bad terms.” 

“Thank you, Captain,” Elsa responded. “I… I hope so too.” 

And with that, the Queen took her leave.

—-

  The next two days felt like an eternity for Elsa. There was a notable hole in her life where Anna had once been and no matter how much Elsa had tried to ignore it, her thoughts would always find themselves fixed on Anna. She’d been so good to her and so kind and Elsa… well, she wanted to be with her more.

But she’d done something so stupid, so idiotic that it had driven Anna away. And no matter how Elsa wanted to try and fix things, she knew it was best if she left Anna be. She’d probably be too busy with the trial in the Southern Isles for the next few days to think about her anyway. 

And Honeymaren, as the captain had said, did a marvellous job as her personal aide, almost as good as Anna, in fact. But unlike before with Anna, Elsa did her best to talk with Maren, trying as she might anything that could help her bury the thoughts of Anna that still lingered within her. 

But it did her no good. She still missed Anna. It was when Elsa realised that… for that one moment that night, she hadn’t felt any fear inside at all. No anxiety over drowning in the endless sea, no worries about letting anyone get too close again, Anna’s mere presence had helped all that go away. 

At the end of her fourth night at sea, Elsa found she couldn’t sleep and couldn’t read either. Her romance novels only reminded her more of Anna and the guilt she was still feeling kept her awake. She was also starting to hate being cooped up in her room all the time, almost feeling claustrophobic at this point. 

In the end, the Queen decided some fresh air might do her some good. Putting on one of her favourite blue jackets, she headed out of her room and onto the deck of the ship above her. As the calm sea air filled her nose, she was greeted by a wondrous view before her as the ship sailed across the sea. 

The sky was virtually cloudless, pricks of starlight dotting the heavens above. And the moon… Elsa had never seen the moon so big, its white light reflected on the calm waters below. She went to the front of the ship, leaning against the railing and feeling the wind rush through her hair. 

At that moment, the ocean didn’t look like anything to be feared. No, it actually looked beautiful, a tranquil calmness that Elsa hadn’t thought about since she loved her adventure stories as a child. It was perfect, almost perfect… only one thing or rather one woman could make this whole scene truly complete. 

And to her surprise… Elsa heard a voice calling out to her. 

“Your majesty?” 

The Queen turned, seeing Anna walking towards her. She looked worried and concerned, despite Elsa feeling the exact opposite upon seeing her. 

“Anna?” 

“What are you doing out here?” 

“Oh I… couldn’t sleep,” Elsa stated. “I thought some fresh air would do me some good.” 

“You should get back to your cabin,” Anna insisted. “It’s dark out here and I’d rather you not trip over something and fall overboard.” 

“I’ll be alright, but… Thank you for caring,” Elsa admitted, blushing softly.  

“Well, it’s my duty to.” 

“I thought you had yourself relieved of that,” Elsa smirked before realising that the joke was probably in poor taste. “Sorry… I didn’t mean.” 

“Did you just make a joke?” 

“Maybe.” 

Anna had to chuckle. “You’re something else, your majesty.” 

“Please, Anna… you can call me Elsa.” The Queen insisted.  

“Okay… Elsa,” Anna replied, joining her by the railing. “I… I’m sorry about the other night.” 

“I should be sorry,” Elsa said, lamenting her impulsive behaviour. “I was the one who kissed you. You did nothing wrong and don’t you blame yourself for it. You’ve been the kindest person I’ve met in a long time… and probably the prettiest too if I’m being honest.” 

Anna blushed. “You… really think that?” 

“Why do you think I kissed you?” 

“But I’m not nearly the kind of person you want,” Anna argued. “You need someone more fitting, like some noble or foreign royal or something.” 

“I tried that once, I nearly got stabbed to death,” Elsa joked again. “I’d rather have someone who made me feel good and feel like I can be a human being again. Look at me, I’m out here on a boat and I should be utterly terrified and yet… I’m not because I’m here with you.” 

“I… really make you feel that way?” 

“Yes… but if it still makes you uncomfortable, I won’t push whatever this is. I was too forward the other night and I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

“No, I… I want this if you want it, Elsa. I’ve had feelings for you for years, I just… didn’t think you’d feel the same way and that’s why I panicked last night.” 

“Are you going to panic now?” 

The redhead smiled. “No, I’m not.” She then grabbed Elsa and kissed her again, pulling the Queen flush against her, wrapping her arms around the slightly taller woman. Elsa just melted into the kiss and kissed her back, the two of them bathed in the light of the moon and stars. 

When the ship eventually arrived in the Southern Isles, Elsa requested that Anna be transferred to be her bodyguard for the duration of the trip. Officially, Elsa had merely been impressed by Anna’s dedication to her. Unofficially… Elsa didn’t want her new love to be apart from her for a second. 

And Anna wouldn’t dare leave her Queen again, knowing that they were better together than separated.

#elsanna #October 2023 contest #prompt: water #submission #cw: anxiety #cw: depression #cw: character death

[eseria-writes]

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"Why don't I just start the work sooner?"

#writing prompts #writing #my writing #robotgirl #cw: anxiety #tw: anxiety #cw: school #tw: school

[hedonists]

social anxiety means deliberately not buying concert tickets to see your favorite bands/artists because just the idea sends you down a spiral. god bless the people who record and take pics, you carry my sanity on your shoulders.

#nemesestext #I could be seeing bmth and bad omens but no #brain said not this time #cw: anxiety #cw: mental illness

[betweenthetimeandsound]

--prompt from @imperial-poetry-prompts "chaos"

Standing at the edge of a waterfall, swirling in the center of basket boat, the clouds keep spinning, and they're about to smother me.

Rocks keep weathering under my feet; not even the sun could provide a sense of joy when my hands clam up and I freeze

lost in a maelstrom of saltwater and humid passions, clashing onto each other.

Time crumbles down to the ground below; he waits for me there, holding a rose. Whether he offers life or death, I cannot see behind the mist. My legs quake and I can barely hold on to the edges of the storm-- in the center of chaos...

...penetrating, frivolous, and always violent.

I balance myself on the edge, and wait to fly without wings.

And I do not fall over myself, somehow. --Elda Mengisto

#poetry #my poetry #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #journey #anxiety #cw: anxiety #decisions #responsibility #chaos #twcpoetry #courage #poeticstories #writeblrcafe

[fonkeloog]

7 up

Thanks for the tag @r33sespieces , Here's a little something for my candyheart fic. It's slowly but surely becoming something coherent instead of loose thingies.

Cw: anxiety, Mute Sirius

It took them a while to figure out why his body did this. Sirius isn’t sure they actually know the reason, even now. But they -Remus- seem to have identified several triggers. Situations in which he closes up and talking seems like the worst thing to do.

He doesn’t know why every morning feels like he’ll never get his voice back, like he’ll never get to tell Remus how much he loves him. He knows that within an hour, his voice will most likely have found its way back to him, but for now, he is still looking for it, and it's making him anxious.

Tagging @tracingpatternswrites @pinklume @alphalouis

Share 7 or more lines from a wip :)

#me and my wips #mute sirius #cw: anxiety #tag game

[wat-you-get-is-wat-you-see]

Just gonna have a bit of a ramble because my anxiety has been abysmal lastly.

Just feel the need to acknolewlge the panic attack that Leo has in the Rise Movie and how it is not used as a source of humour (aside from Donnies little miss step of ‘Where’s my other pod?! I mean where’s Raph!?’  provides a little bit to distract from it being potentially too uncomfortable. I tend to see it as for him all pods back = everyone is safe while also being funny because I can relate to something coming out the wrong way but does not detract from Leo’s response.) 

As someone who tends to have panic attack without hyperventilating (I tend to not breath enough) I like that they show there’s more to a panic attack than that one thing which often can so easily be made into a joke. The high pitched ringing, the unsteadiness/dizziness, thumping heart, the feeling of terror I found were really well portrayed.

Don’t know how much this all makes sense but just wanted so say something about it. 

#rottmnt #rottmnt movie #cw: anxiety #cw: panic attack #leo panic attack

[ladyeglantine]

2023 Year in Review/Writing and Hobby Goals 2024

Another end of a year, beginning of another. My greatest achievement this year was buying a duplex! Other than a pipe leak that the house greeted me with my first few weeks in, this place is perfect for me. Though future renovations have to wait til I save more up again, I'm more than content with this home and this space I can truly call mine.

Physical/mental health wise, it's been up and down. While changing jobs last year has overall been for the better for managing my anxiety, the last few months of the year triggered anxiety spikes again (things building and building on top of each other, both internally-caused and job-caused; still so easy for me to just push it down and not deal with the negative feelings in a healthy, accepting way). I finally thought I'd gotten my sleep back in a better, regular pattern during the summer, but then it slid back again in the fall. My migraines continue to pop up, my stomach has become more sensitive, and my weight more of a concern especially on my back and knees, all of which is frustrating to deal with, but at least nothing major or any medical emergencies this year (though this was the year Covid finally got me, whee!). I'm hoping with some health/diet changes I'm making, and exercises that I'll be doing, that that will help.

Writing wise, I posted 14,662 words, with between 8,000 - 10,000 words on unposted works, so just about at my 25,000 word goal. Most of which is for the game that came out of my left field for me and grabbed me by my fandom feels, Baldur's Gate 3. Writing for my two playthrough OCs, Tav (my high Elf Bard) and Sienna (Drow resisting Durge) and Gale of Waterdeep, has been such a joy and comfort (especially during my anxiety spikes), that I haven't felt since Ellana and Blackwall and Shepard and Garrus. I felt the ease and creative drive to write again because of BG3 and the Gale romance and I couldn't be more grateful for it. In total, I posted four ficlets for Tav/Gale, two Ellana/Blackwall ficlets (1, 2), and one Jane/Garrus ficlet (1). While I did work a bit more on re-outlining and planning my original fiction, the next year will likely be the year of Baldur's Gate 3 and My Time at Sandrock fics.

I met my reading goal of 20 new books at exactly 20 (technically I read 21 but it was one I'd read before, Inkheart). Favorites included the The Radium Girls (Kate Moore), The Inheritance of Orquídea Divina (Zoraida Córdova), She Who Became the Sun (Shelley Parker-Chan), A Forgery of Roses (Jessica Olson), and River of the Gods (Candice Millard). And of course, we have more T. Kingfisher with Illuminations and Paladin's Grace.

I did complete a few games from my 2023 list, A Plague Tale - Requiem (loved) and Borderlands - The PreSequel as well as continuous My Time at Sandrock and Disney Dreamlight Valley play. While I did play many a remastered version of games I hadn't yet played such as BTPS, the Metro series, and Uncharted - The Lost Legacy, it was also the year of surprises. Baldur's Gate 3 I vaguely knew about before its full release, but has now become my newest gaming obsession. Indie games such as Pentiment, Escape Academy, Beacon Pines, Dorf Romantik, Jenny LeClue, Wayhaven Chronicles Book III, and Stray Gods were also ones I very much enjoyed. And of course, how can I forgot the relaxing power of PowerWash Simulator (though there's a very good chance the town of Muckingham will be reclaimed by nature at some point :P). And that's nothing to say of the games I have in progress that have engaged me, namely Cyberpunk 2077 and I Was a Teenage Exocolonist.

Now on to my primary writing and hobby goals for 2024!

2024 Primary Writing Goals:

25,000 words

Tav (Bard High Elf)/Gale and Sienna (Drow resisting Durge)/Gale ficlets (Baldur's Gate 3)

Builder/Owen (My Time at Sandrock) ficlets

A Surprise Visit (post My Time in Portia main quest; Builder/Aadit)

Inheritance (original fiction planned trilogy)

2024 Primary Hobby Goals:

Books:

Read at least 20 new books, with focus on fantasy and non-fiction

Play the following games:

Continue playing and finishing Cyberpunk 2077 and Phantom Liberty

Continue playing and finishing I Was A Teenage Exocolonist

Horizon Zero Dawn and Horizon Forbidden West, Ghost of Tsushima, and Life is Strange - True Colors (this will finally be the year for these!)

Syberia series (1-3, The World Before)

Continue playing/re-playing My Time at Sandrock, Disney Dreamlight Valley, Dysmantle, and Baldur's Gate 3

Other hobbies:

Nature photography

Puzzles and puzzle books

Music and video editing 

Music (flute, guitar, and piano)

Besides joy in the little things, I'm planning to find towns or places I can go to in a day drive's distance throughout the year. And to continue practicing kindness towards myself as well as others <3

#writing and hobby goals #Lady Eglantine Ramblings #cw: anxiety #cw: health #cw: weight