#TW:scar

[malanatero]

Litch Madoka

Based on this post from @whereserpentswalk.

Specifically this part:

So, when I read this, I was DEVASTATED ABSOLUTELY DEAD. And after that SUFFERING and the following HEALING and COPING, I reread it. And the last paragraph its SO SO SO AMAZING because it reminded me of rebellion and how madoka was with the cuts and also not really alive anymore?? And how homura remembers Madoka and how she is and after all the wraith arc stuff happened she was very trust-issued. But SHE remembers Madoka, the REAL madoka.

So thank you so much to the amazing author of this text that inspired me to do this drawing!!!!! And gave me permission to draw it :)

[wortverlust]

[lazyjellyfishcreation]

The boys should have scars

people have talked about this before, about how Dean and Sam should have scars from all their hunting. But i wanna see more of how it affects them. Buckle in this is a long one: Take Dean for example. Imagine baby Dean, maybe 13 years old, coming back from a hunt with his dad with a gash on his arm. It hurts and it stings like he's never felt before, but he doesn't let himself cry. (Boy's don't cry, dad had told him) That is the first one of his injuries that scars. The first physical mark that he's in this forever, and that he can't get out of this life anymore. Dad said he should never be ashamed of his scars, it meant you lived. A few years later, Sam gets his first scar when he's around the same age as Dean, and Dean freaks the fuck out. Because this means Sammy can't go back either. It means that Sammy is also stuck in this life and there's nothing Dean can do to protect him from it. And every new, red, scabbing scar on Sam's body is just a new testament of all the ways Dean failed his baby brother. By the time Sam goes to collage, he is covered in them. Arms, torso, back, legs. He can't stand it. He's scarred and ugly and a monster.

He's no virgin, but he never had one night stands like his brother did. To him it wasn't worth it. It's not worth trying to keep the girl from looking the the gnarled and marred skin instead of looking at him. It confuses Jess a great deal when they start dating. She is used to boys his age trying to jump her bones and then see if he wants a relationship after, not the other way around. Sam makes excuses for it, but she can smell the half lies in his words. Whenever things do go further then kissing, Sam keeps his shirt on and the lights off, or he gets her off without undressing himself.

It takes her no less then 6 months before she gets to see him shirtless.

Sam sits her down and tells her that what's under his flannels and shirts isn't pretty. She's confused. She's felt the muscles there, he's built like a Greek god. Hell, she's seen him when he gave her his flannel in the rain and his own thin shirt got so soaked he might as well have been naked in front of her.

It does not prepare her.

He's so scared when he finally stands up and pulls his top off. He's never been *scared* before to show himself to anyone. Self conscious, yes, but scared?

But this is Jess. He loves her. He loves her more then he ever thought himself capable of loving someone. He's so scared that his scars will turn her off. That she will think of him as broken or ugly or too much of a monster to be loved.

She doesn't.

She just hugs him and holds him and puts him on the couch and kisses every single silver mark on his body. From the large ones on his chest he got from a werewolf to a small one on the heel of his palm, where he had accidentally cut himself with a new pocket knife.

They don't have sex that night, but he cries in her arms and she doesn't call him a coward for it. She just holds him and asks if he wants to talk about it.

He does. He can't. He knows that he can't. So he lies and says no.

But it's okay, because Jess has seen them now. She has seen him. And she loves him just as much as he loves her. And then she dies. She dies and now there is nobody to trace and kiss and touch every imperfection of his skin like he's still precious. There is nobody there to tell him that he is scarred but so so beautiful. Sure, both Dean and Dad told him never to feel bad about his scars, he's told them the same thing about theirs, but neither of them never called their scars beautiful.

He avoids mirrors now. He flicks the lights off when he showers to he doesn't have to see himself. He is ugly, and there is nobody in the world that can convince him otherwise.

(It gets worse after the cage. Maybe nobody can see it, but Sam can feel Lucifer's hands on him. He can feel his touch and he can see the scars and it's worse. It's so much worse, because Sam is dirty now. He's dirty and filthy and he'll never be clean again)

It takes a long long time before he lets anyone see him shirtless again other then his direct family. (Until Eilleen, she understands. She has the same ones.) But that's not the bad bit. The bad bit is when Dean comes out of the shower shirtless. (not strange, they lived in motels their entire lives, privacy was sparse to say the least)

And there are so many scars that he doesn't know the stories behind. He used to know every single scar on his brothers body, and Dean knew all of Sam's, because they were the only ones to stitch each other up, and if not that, it was Dad and they would be in the room watching, and listening to the tales. Not anymore.

3 years. It's been 3 years and it's like looking at the body of a stranger. Sam looks at his brother and all he can see is the injuries he could have stopped from happening if only he had stayed. But he hadn't stayed, and now Dean had to point out all the scars that Sam wasn't there for.

Dean has never been self conscious about his scars. They're part of the job, nothing to worry about. It doesn't make him ugly (it makes him weak. Weak weak weak) And so he doesn't care. He doesn't care. He doesn't care. He doesn't care. He doesn't-

Dean has always been a good liar.

He likes his hookups. Of course he does. He's a handsome, well built young man with a dangerous job and lots of adrenaline in his veins at any given point in time. The girls who's places he goes back to always tug on his shirt first.

It's flattering.

He turns the lights off before he lets them undress him.

He pins their hands over their heads when they fuck so they don't slide their hands up his torso and feel the ridges.

He leaves before the sun lights up the room.

After all, nothing is a worse turnoff then a girl who is interested in him recoiling when he takes off his shirt. When they like him more for the broken parts of him it's worse.

it's like a set of rules he made for himself. He doesn't keep his rules with Cas. Cas is his friend, nothing more. And then he becomes more, and he stops taking his shirt off, and Castiel is so confused. Dean is not prude. Especially not with his romantic partners.

Sam ends up telling him. Now that they are romantically involved, Dean doesn't want Cas to see his ugly scars anymore. Cas is still confused. Dean's scars are human. Castiel is an angel, and therefore everything human is beautiful to him. Dean does not cry when Cas tells him that. He does not.

No thoughts, just they boys and their scars.

[thecoppermystic]

Art for my fic Papa Don’t Preach on Ao3.

Chapter 3

I’m bad at tagging so if anything else needs to be tagged please tell me.

[parasitteeee]

No context just oc art inspired by Pinterest picture ft.eyeless jack in the background

[murmursdraconic]

[lilundeadarchangel]

Afternoon thoughts

TW:scars,bruises,wounds

I think that in the series,they should have given Spadino and Aureliano visible scars

I mean Aureliano with bruised and wounded knuckles because with all the punches he gives and the repressed anger he obviously frees it on objects by punching them. And Spadino with a lot of little scars on his hands because there's no way that after years of practicing with his knife and using it he haven't hurt himself sometimes.

They are self destructive when they want to free all that anger and hatred they feel,and with the terrible life they live,they need comfort and someone to take care of their wounds,and they do it with eachother because they trust eachother enough to show their fragile side.

[icestardragonhc]

A reference of AU Ghetsis for his scars and then turned it into a makeshift ref for his energy lines as well.

They’re supossed to be kinda like burn/lightning scars because my hc is that when he tried to summon a tao dragon as a young man/ boy he was serverly injured by the stone releasing energy while rejecting him. The energy was so violent it shattered the bones in his hand and lower arm. It also went through his spine and brain, exiting his right eye. This event was 2 miracles at once: the stone reacted to someone for the first time in like 1000 years and he survived that blast.

He’s blind on his right eye, his right arm, while he can use it (thanks to excruciating physical therapy), doesn’t have a lot of feeling in it and it’s not that flexible anymore. He also has some symptoms usually seen in stroke patients. And then my AU’s Kyurem comes along and gives him superpowers. That’s the short version. The long version is that he can relieve his limitations by using Kyurem’s powers. And if you paid attention, you know that Kyurem has a lack of energy, so does he and therefore this is not a “perfect forever” solution.

Still a decent work-around for him I would say.

So yeah normal ref nothing to see here.

[kbandjelly]

Quick doodle of an OC of mine, Kai Tsuni. She's my main RP girlie :3

[b4bydo1l]

did some self indulgent art the other day of myself w/ bacon bits :’)

[muse-legion]

Raph laughed at the other’s words, before he shrugged his shoulders. “What’s wrong with that? I hear most people find scars hot. And it definitely gains you a certain level of respect in this bizz.“ It wasn’t like he was actively trying to add more to the collection, however they could hardly be avoided. Besides, he knew a tease when he came across one. “Nope, but I don’t fight amateurs. But rest assured my opponents don’t lose for no reason. Take one, give two.”

"aiming to look like frankenstain's monster?" he was not one to speak. his body looked like it had been torn apart and carelessly rebuilt a couple times. but he was nothing if not a tease. "you know the point of fighting is trying to not get hit, right? this isn't like news to you?"

[k0na-core]

Min Seung-Min - OC Illustration

Wow! It's as if Tumblr doesn't like non fandom posts! How odd? Since it was created for the purpose of fun fandom hangouts!

It's whatever, I just post all my art and stuff in every of my socials anyway so... :P

[wortverlust]

[jackiepackiee]

Hear me out. What if one day Chuuya finds out that the reader was also experimented on.

TW:scars, leaked information, trauma

Chuuyax reader

𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝐸𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹! 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓁𝒶𝒷 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓈𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒

Chuuya is DEVASTATED

How come his sweet and gentle lover has been hurt

He would take every ounce of pain from you into himself if given the chance

And his initial reaction, however he found out, will be hard to stomach

He’s in shock

“No… no no that’s not true. You had that good childhood, and you’ve been treated good by everyone. Just like you deserve, right? Right?”

Wide eyes traveled the room mindlessly. His brain was too occupied by thoughts to see anything beyond patches of color and light.

It was obvious what was going on in his head.

First, his experience. What he knows of the pain that still cause shakes and shivers in his body. The absolute mental devastation caused by the storm in his heart and mind from knowing his past.

Secondly, he sees you in the same position. Screaming, blood over your plush skin. Eyes dazed, far away from the world around you. Whatever world you may have been in that allowed you to be treated so poorly. Because if you had gotten hurt, it must’ve been a world Chuuya wasn’t part of.

“Right?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Sorry? No, fuck. Don’t be sorry, don’t you dare say that.”

In a split second he crossed the distance and pulled you into his chest.

“I’ll kill them all.”

Of course he would lie down his life for you, but this information increases that tenfold

You’re not fragile, that much is obvious, but after learning how close you were to death he strives for your life

Whatever it takes

“Chuuya, I do not need a bodyguard. It’s just down the block! And this boy needs a walk anyways!”

The dog barked in agreement, sorta. But Chuuya would not budge. No puppy eyes work on him when it comes to your safety.

“No. You can talk him on the walk, and go to the market. But one of my subordinates is going with you. I have some emails to write.”

“But!”

“No buts, love. It’s for your own good.”

He pet the doggies head while speaking sternly to you. Little did you know, it wasn’t just one subordinate. He had a whole team on your saftey detail at all times outside of work and home.

And if those scientists are still alive?

Not anymore… it will be a MASSACRE that the news will cover for months

“Hey baby, did you see the news this morning?”

You asked, on a whim as you scribbled a shitty signature on some paperwork.

“No, why?”

“Some old facilities blew up. It was crazy. Reports said none of the victims died in the explosion. They all died by these terrible and violent ways. Like torture and stuff… gives me the chills.”

That was his cause, you. The cute way you told him about every little thing you heard. The funny actions you do to make show of your words.

All his to watch, and not theirs to ruin.

“No baby, I didn’t hear about that. How interesting.”

I hate to bring it up, but it makes him feel worse about himself

How can you, someone who went through the same as him, still be so kind?

Why isn’t he like you?

He doesn’t see himself as sweet or gentle, he’s a monster and a threat to everyone he loves

And he thinks he lacks the humanity that you “still have” that allowed you to grow so kind

You stalked into the bedroom, tense at the fact that the door was closed. He usually would leave it open?

“Chuu? I saw your shoes at the door, I know you’re home-”

There he was, his ginger hair on full display. Hat in his hands to his chest. Said chest on his knees, curled into a ball of black clothing.

His torso expanded and contracted with each exchange of air.

“…was it work? Meetings with Mori su-”

Words failed. Minuscule things such as meetings at work would cause this. Would cause Chuuya Nakahara to cry.

“You weren’t supposed to be home.”

“…what?”

“You weren’t supposed to be home. I was supposed to be alone, and… and I- I dunno.”

Whines left his mouth when you kissed his cheek.

As if Judas to Jesus, he burned at your affection. Unworthy of something so…human.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Living, and loving. That’s what you’ve done.”

This isnt meant to be spicy, but sex is sex 🤷🏻‍♀️

And obviously if you’re going to be doing that, he’ll see your scars

For a couple who both has their fair share of scars, this likely isn’t the way the experiments were revealed

It takes a hell of a lot of trust to show yourself so vulnerable to anyone

But he loves each indent

He sees not the pain, but the growth then on

When you cuddle, he’ll get dazed and start rubbing circles on section of skin

Doesn’t mind them at all, even if they are dark and large

He has the same, and is no hypocrite

Not proofread lol

[neocrash1101]

"It's painful for me, too."

(tw:scar)

This Peppino has a habit of keeping his pain to himself, so as not to cause others to worry.

And that wound still hasn't healed.

[parasitteeee]

finished it