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warnadudenexttime · 5 months

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This trend/meme is really funny to me shsjsj

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #Janus sanders #shitpost #my edit #tw vertigo

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cannibal-nightmares · 17 days

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#tw trypophobia #tw vertigo #i forgot where I was going w this one #soul eater #soul eater fanart #stein #franken stein #professor stein #dr. stein #my art

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partypacking · 1 month

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CONCUSSED

#vargskelethor #vinesauce #vinesauce joel #mp4 #vertigo tw #tw vertigo #motion sickness tw #tw motion sickness

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the-duke-of-nuts · 4 months

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Happy Birthday to Vee Vee the beloved <3

#tw vertigo #happy birthday virgil #virgil #virgil sanders #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #thatsthat24 #dukey edits

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lightningmckillme · 1 year

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your beauty never ever scared me 🖤💛

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shizuuu · 2 years

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Under the weather

I finished another thing! And this time it actually contains snz! It's the first time for me writing sneeze. If you want, feedback is very much appreciated! 1300 words. TW for vertigo just to be sure.

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The frost had come the night before. Ice clung to grass and leaves and would only crush softly if someone stepped on them. A faint layer of ice even settled on the glass of the windows. Everything was quieter this morning.

John sat on his desk, huddled in a blanket. He wanted to write but the idea was long gone before he had the chance to write it down. He groaned quietly in frustration. That groan however turned into a nasty, almost chest-splitting cough. Heavens, that hurt. His whole body felt heavy and limp and his senses were dulled, his hearing the most of it. John shivered. He was definetly coming down with something, there was no denying it. And yet, here he was, telling Cornelius that he hadn't slept well and that his weak lungs were acting up again. But only that. He hadn't mentioned the splitting headache, the sore throat or the constant shivering. The poet couldn't even explain to himself why he was doing that. He was always the one who got easily sick as soon as the weather changed. The whole morning was spent trying to hide any symptoms from his friend. And with that, it only got worse. Now that Cornelius was out and about in the nearby village, his illness couldn't remain hidden anymore. Although he tried his best in drowning his ailment in probably even dangerous amounts of tea.

He couldn't get warm. The plan to write anything was long abandoned, his notebook laid unattended and still open on his desk. Now John was laying in his bed, his cardigan and two blankets thightly wrapped around his shivering frame.

“Hheh-hhtd’zssSHIH! Hiiih-Het'shoo!” The sudden sneezes caught him off guard and left him once again breathless. Had the sneezes only started like an hour ago, now his sinuses were completely clogged, which made it even more impossible to breathe properly. Add that to the cough that was settling in his chest at rapid pace and he was completely miserable. The poet closed his eyes. It was cold, way too cold, but maybe that was only the fever. Weakly, he pulled the blankets thighter around him, a loose attempt to get warm.

Gods, why was he so cold? A loud clatter threw him out of his daze and he turned around, lazily opening his hazel eyes. The window had opened from the wind outside, no wonder he was cold. But getting up seemed to be an impossible task right now…

With another groan John finally got himself out of the blankets. The room tilted dangerously to one side once he stood and he braced himself against the bed. Was he feverish? He didn't know, but it was a certain possibility. John wanted to call out for Cornelius but then he remembered, his friend wasn't even at home. He was, in fact, alone. As another coughing fit struck him, he almost doubled over from the force of it. With a low whimper of pain, he sunk to the ground, shivering and sweating at the same time. His lungs couldn't keep up, he couldn`t breathe! Tears sprung into his eyes and he curled in himself. John couldn't remember the last time he felt this sick. Not even the time after his sisters accident had been this bad. His sister… Cornelius… Oh, how he longed to have someone at his side right now. John closed his eyes. Maybe if he would wake up, everything would be better. Maybe he even would discover that the whole ordeal was nothing more than a dream. Maybe…

Consciousness left him almost immediately after he had closed his eyes. And with that he was gone.

Cold. It was the first thing John felt after what felt like an eternity. But it was a subconscious feeling which got replaced almost immediately. And then there was warmth.

A coughing spell shook him awake violently and most unpleasantly. Gasping for air, his eyes darted around the room he was in. Which was a bad idea. Black spots danced before his eyes and he had to close them again.

John felt the presence of someone beside him. A low, congested sigh escaped him. Someone was there. He wasn't alone anymore.

When he woke again he felt better. His sinuses were not as clogged as before and though the pain in his chest hadn't yet fully subsided, he felt better.

The room wasn't spinning anymore as well. Well, that was a relief. John let his eyes wander through the room. Cornelius sat beside him, looking all worried. That was very unlike him to say the least. The older man rarely showed his concerns this obviously. "John!" His voice was quiet and filled with concern. "You gave me quite the scare! I thought you said you just had trouble sleeping last night. You didn't say a single word about all this." John stayed silent for a while before the urge to sneeze overtook him by surprise yet again. “HhEh-hhtd’zssihh! Hiih..hi'gnk'tschoo!” Stifling wasn't sucessful at all. In fact, it only worsened the oncoming fit and he almost doubled over. The sneezes tore at his already abused throat. Only when he got aware of his surroundings again, he felt a handkerchief being pressed in his hand. With bleary eyes, John took it and gave a soft, yet surprisingly productive blow. “T-thank youhH-Hheh’tsschHhHw!…Goodness, thank you.” He sniffled one last time and rubbed his nose with the fabric. "I'm deeply sorry for all… this." Cornelius shook his head. The older man got up and left the room, returning shortly with another light grey comforter. John recognised it as the one from his friends' bedroom. "You don't have to apologise for any of that. I'm glad to help." John couldn't look at his friend. Embarrassed and still feverish, he sunk down on the matress again. Cornelius looked at him. "I'll go and make you some tea. Do you want anything in particular?" But John had already dozed off again.

His breathing was calmer now, not as ragged and painful sounding as before. Cornelius turned and was about to leave, when he heard the rustling of bedsheets, accompanied by a faint voice -

"Cord?" John's voice was barely a whisper. Cornelius turned his head slightly. John was propped up on one elbow, looking at him. "Could… could you stay? Please?" The other man returned to his friends' side.

"Only because you asked nicely.", he said with a faint hint of a smile. That smile that was only for his friend. "And if you promise me not to call me that ridiculous name again." A tiny smile cracked the chapped lips of the poet. Cornelius guided him back on the matress and then sat on the chair at John's desk. The tea could wait or even be postponed to tomorrow. "I'll stay here." Hearing himself he found himself being rather dense. So he brought the chair to John's bed to sit by his side.

With a faint smile the poet once again dozed off, this time for good. Cornelius snatched a book from the nightstand. Glancing at the cover, he opened it and read aloud:

"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

But being too happy in thine happiness,—

That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees

In some melodious plot

Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

Singest of summer in full-throated ease."

. . .

When he finished reading John was fast asleep. Cornelius tucked the blankets tighter around his friend and removed one of the comforters, relieved when John didn't start shivering again.

"You now take your time and rest, John. I'll help you with it."

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Poem: Ode to a nightingale by John Keats

#shizuuu writing #shizuuu: oc tag #john william bradshaw #cornelius villadsen #snz ocs #snzblr #snz writing #tw vertigo

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darylthekidd · 1 month

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just took a benadryl so idk if im making sense but (

listening to emptycore music and melancholy/nostalgic music gives me this feeling of standing on a skyscraper peering over the edge. vertigo.

im at a party on the rooftop. i look ok, i wore the best clothes in my closet but it's never enough. they've started playing the dreamy version of i wonder by kanye west and i feel the strange emotions eat up at me.

i sit, emptied of all context and tangible thought. there's nothing holding me to this roof, i observe. so i peer over it's tall lip, probably tall to prevent people like me from jumping.

the city is lively as always. hopelessness and hurt flit around my brain like the siblings i used to have. god, why couldn't i have made them love me.

why does this song last forever? why can i hear nothing else but the melody. "and i wonder if you know what it means?" i wonder too. what does anything mean?

what does it mean to live in a time of peace? what does it mean to be healthy? what does it mean to live comfortably? what does it mean to live? what does it mean to have a loving family and support systems?

gosh the song keeps going. why can't it be a person? i just need someone to pull me from the edge. i need someone to want me so badly it makes us look insane. im not beautiful in any capacity but I'll do anything.

i will grovel at your feet. i will forgo my rights. i'll even give you my freedom. care for me, won't you? unconditionally? please? there's no one else. no one to compete with. I'm incompetant and horrible at keeping stable relationships with friends and family. no one will notice.

i would give you anything. maybe i won't. maybe you don't deserve it. just do me this one little favour. protect me? I'm tired.