#Tw implied self harm

[jelly-fish-wishes]

TW: Implied Self Harm / Suicidal Ideation

ACT 1 - 1

ACT 2 - 1 <<< 21 / 22 / 23

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[tsbs-darksun-confessions]

All you do is cause problems, Sol

You keep pushing people away and lashing out. Like what the actual fuck was that with Pan? They were freaked out and you decided to take that as an insult?? They're defending you right now, and I bet all you're doing is fuming and having a little hissy fit

Maybe Pan was right. Maybe you ate a litttlle bit too much of your beloved Lune, because lashing out like that is a Moon trait. Eclipse's get it, yes, but they get it from their Moons

Pan clearly holds onto you really dearly, Sol. I mean, why else would they be so freaked out by that picture? Hell, have you even seen them interacting with anyone before that wasn't you or Ruin? At least not in passing? Have you ever seen them relax around anyone who isn't you? Maybe you just meant more to them than they did to you.

And you pushed them away

Thats all you do, really. Push people away. Lune. Solar. Even Ruin. And now Pan

God, you really are a Moon

[fantomeeee]

cw: implied self harm

[fox-and-the-hound]

warmth

[panntofolaio]

Tired of this body..

[caffeinatedattorney]

I have this picture. Battinson and Harvey hanging out in the tower, watching the sunset. Harvey knows he's batman after being rescued by him. Bruce thought harvey would be safer in the cave so he was stitched up there and Bruce broke the news.

Harvey storms out, wobbly on his feet, fucked up over sedatives and painkillers because harvey woke up once disoriented and he wouldn't stop moving so-

Anyway, Bruce found him looking out the tower's window. It's becoming morning and Bruce might as well address the elephant in the room, right?

Bruce walks next to Harvey and leans back on the wall. "I must have disappointed you," he says, unable to keep his voice in control. Bruce is too quiet. Harvey needs support and comfort right now, something loud and so much better equipped. All Harvey gets is the bat.

Bruce's thoughts are barely coherent. "You are doing everything you can. I should've mentioned I had your back. You wouldn't have been hurt."

Bruce's chests aches, thinking about their childhood. How he could only watch.

Harvey watches the sunrise like it's the only one he's seen his entire life. Bruce isn't sure how deep inside his own head he must be. Hes been doing that a lot lately, with the stress adding up.

"Nah," Harvey's tone is jovial and earnest, detached from the grim. "You were there for me since the beginning. You are the batman. You always were."

But that can't be it, Bruce can't help but confess to his sins. "if I had been I would've protected you."

Then, Harvey snorts, smiling. "You were going through your own shit. I can't be mad at you. You are not like them. You are different. You... You are like me" then his lower lip wobbles. "you shouldn't be me. That-that isn't right. Why. "

"Harvey," Bruce has an idea what he means. You shouldn't be this angry, this unhappy. "I'm fine. I promise."

Harvey shakes his head again. He stifles a laugh. "Maybe," he says. "Gilda must be looking for me."

Bruce should get in touch with her. Harvey finds solace in her presence and if Harvey thinks the cowl is Bruce's comfort, Gilda Gold is Harvey's. "I'll tell Alfred to call her."

Then Harvey turns around. He raises his hands to cup Bruce's jaw but as Bruce's braces for the touch, Harvey stops.

"May I?" Harvey asks, quiet and personal.

Bruce nods and Harvey covers Bruce's eyes with his hands, mimicking the cowl. His hands are warm and rough. They smell like blood and sweat. This close, he can hear Harvey's watch ticking away.

"Hmm," Harvey says. "I had a hunch it was you but I always thought you-- I underestimated your anger."

Bruce grabs Harvey's wrists and pushes them down. Harvey yields but Bruce doesn't let them go, feeling up faint scars on Harvey's skin. Bruce isn't a saint, not even close. "You should--" Bruce swallows. "See a doctor about that. Not just the shot. "

Harvey blinks. "Right," he lets out quietly, a little betrayed. "As if I haven't heard that one before."

"It's," Bruce snorts in frustration. Bruce wayne is lecturing Harvey Dent on taking care of himself. "You don't have to die like that, in the middle of doing something you will regret."

"You are starting to sound like Gilda," Harvey smiles. Bruce lets his wrists go, which upon being free, Harvey covers up with his long sleeves.

This morning shines bright already. "Come," Bruce says, making his way back where he came from. "I think Alfred is making breakfast."

"Jeeesus," Harvey says. "You still can't make toast to save your life, huh?"

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Figuring out how to draw this guy but here’s a couple Simons

[cloud-ya]

mamo moja psychika pękła w salonie

[cruilty-ink]

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Tag list: @trixanimations @qeelovestea

[jelly-fish-wishes]

TW: Panic Attack / Eyestrain

ACT 1

ACT 2 - 1 <<< 29 / 30 / 31

Back to detailed drawings lol. Doing the blurry vision is so quick vs the coloured ones. I’m also trying SO HARD to avoid detailed backgrounds xD

[bnesszai]

hi beloved hi beloved

so. are you prepared. i'm giving you a few things to work with:

"what are you trying to gain?"

"there is not easy way out, [name]"

and random word: red

all for jouzai. have a good ride

hi beloved, biting you<3

Challenge accepted and completed. I hate these two so much send help

"what are you trying to gain?" “Information,” Dazai grins, something dangerous glinting in their eyes. Jouno shivers when Dazai’s finger trails his jawline. “I think you already know the answers to your questions.”  “Perhaps, but isn’t it more fun this way?”  “What are you really here for?”  Dazai grips Jouno’s chin. “I think you already know the answers to your questions.”  “You think you’re cute.” “Adorable, even.” Jouno laughs. He reaches forward, grabbing the turquoise on Dazai’s bolo-tie and pulling. “Adorable seems too innocent for a demon like yourself, doesn’t it?” “You think so?” A smirk crawls up Dazai’s face, sharp. They lean in, lips against Jouno’s pulse, and says, “You can call me whatever you like then.” 

"there is no easy way out, [name]"

“There is no easy way out, Dazai.” Blood gathers at the corner of Dazai’s mouth, pools from the wound in their side. A brittle, bitter laugh tumbles out of their lips. “I’ve survived worse.” “Sure,” Jouno says, twisting the knife lodged into Dazai’s ribs. “But I have a job to do.” “As do I.”  “Try it,” Jouno taunts. He pulls out the blade, letting the blood flow freely. “Even if you survive, I have a jail cell ready with your name on it.”  “And I have a tombstone with yours.” The poison in Jouno’s veins has him swaying, but he refuses to fall. Not until he watches Dazai do the same. 

and random word: red

The color red has always been a complicated thing for Dazai.  Red spilling from self-inflicted wounds, from people they were told were enemies, from their only and best friend. Red from the hair of the same friend, from the hair of the first person they thought they could love. Red from the visions behind their eyelids and the glint in Mori’s eyes and the feeling of life in their veins or the rush of death as flesh is torn apart or—  Red is life and death, longing and loss, compassion and anger.  Jouno has white hair with red tips and a red uniform. He is everything Dazai should stay away from and everything they want to sink their teeth into. Jouno can see through Dazai in ways that no one should be able to. It pisses Dazai off but it also draws them in. Often, Jouno gets a sinister look on his face, spouts some horrific bullshit, and then brushes his fingers across Dazai’s throat before leaving with the next passing breeze.  It’s a game. Everything with Jouno is a game and Dazai has always hated losing. And so Dazai rewrites the rules and watches in amusement as Jouno stumbles over them. Jouno then adapts, writes his own rules, and waves them in Dazai’s face like a red cape to a bull. The cycle continues. Red is a lot of things. A moving target, blood and lust, the beginning and the end of a game. The color that floods Dazai’s senses when they think of Jouno.  Love and hate. 

[demento-mori]

I am intimately familiar with this kind of thought process and where it leads, and GOD this is such a painfully realistic depiction.....

[hamsamwich23]

Shattered Glass (Unreality Au)

Content warnings: blood, implied physically harming another person, semi-graphic death scene, verbal and emotional abuse and manipulation, subtly implied self harm.

Word count: 1,188

[This one shot was based off of a Goretober/Angstober prompt: Shattered Glass]

Scout's Brother never liked her....

He was very avoidant and dismissive around her. He would get annoyed easily and snap at her for anything he found to be annoying or bothersome. He was angry, all the time, worse than Riley's anger when she had a bad day. he would call her names and belittle her whenever he saw her. Whenever she did anything.

It was clear to Scout that her brother did not like her and wanted nothing to do with her. So she would simply avoid him. Deciding that if he wanted to talk to her, he would come to her himself.

And one day it happened.

her brother came up to her one day while she was watching the old TV that Riley had allowed her to keep after she found it. He had a calm smile on his face. He never smiled around her. It was almost...unnerving to witness.

He told Scout that he wanted to surprise Riley. Today was her birthday, and he wanted to make it special. Which confused Scout. Her brother hated Riley. He couldn't care less about anyone's birthday either. Her ninth birthday was just last month and he didn't want anything to do with her. So why did he change all of a sudden?

Regardless of how odd it was, she decided to help. Even if she was hesitant, he never asked for help, so she wasn't going to just turn him away.

Her brother told her that he was planning a small party for her, and she needed to be completely distracted so she wouldn't find out.

"that's why I need you" He said. "She cares about you way more than she really should"

That was always his argument

"She cares about both of us, she's just overprotective of me.."

"Whatever you say, number one"

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Don't worry about it, this isn't about you anyways."

"...okay...what do you want me to do? How do I distract her?"

"Don't worry, I know what will cause a big enough disturbance that will take up all of her attention. I'm going to help you by setting the bait"

He smiled, holding his hand out"

"just give me your hand..."

........

"Are you SURE that's what happened?"

Riley hadn't been doing anything too important. She was sitting at her private desk reading some sort of newspaper, catching up on the outside worlds scientific discoveries, when her daughter came in. She was sniffling, holding onto her arm. Blood was dripping down onto her shirt and onto the floor. there was a long and decent sized cut going over her elbow.

Riley immediately rushed her to the medical section of her lab and sat her down. She then began to clean, stich and bandage the wound.

"Y....yes... yeah. I was running, but I wasn't paying attention... and then I tripped and fell on some glass and it got stuck in my arm, I pulled it out but it left a scar.."

"Uh huh, Okay."

She finished bandaging the injury, but she didn't move from her spot.

"I know you're lying to me"

Of course she did. But Scout wasn't supposed to let her find that out. "I'm not..it was just an accident-"

"Scout, there's no way this was an accident. The cut is a perfect straight line, there was no stuffing removed or anything, it looks like someone cut you"

Scout went silent. Riley sighed and gently held her daughters hands.

"What happened?"

.............

As it turned out, Scouts brother lied about everything.

Riley's birthday was back in October, she and her siblings all had the same birthday. October thirty first, and it was currently the sixth of January.

Riley was absolutely LIVID. And rightfully so. Her son just slashed her daughters arm, just to use her as a distraction. And she needed to find him, now.

She took Scout with her as she began searching for her son. Why did he dare to hurt Scout to distract her? Why was he trying to distract her in the first place?

A loud crack caught her attention. She rushed towards what sounded like the source of the noise...and there he was. Slamming a chair into the window.

"Axe"

"Mom" Axe hissed, taking another swing at the already cracking window. Scout flinched and covered her ears upon hearing the awful sound of glass breaking. The warehouse windows were rather strong, but they weren't invincible... if broke, they would lead to outside...

Was he trying to escape?

Riley had a rule in place when it came to outside. Neither of the two were allowed to go out. Not until they were thirteen, then she would go with them. her brother was four months away from being able to go outside. Why was he trying to escape like this? Was there another reason? Was it Riley? Was it the warehouse conditions? Was it...her?

Scout didn't attempt to question him and his reasoning. Riley and her brother were now fighting. yelling. shouting over one another. Riley yelling at her son for hurting his sister and Axe yelling at both Riley and Scout.

They kept shouting, as Riley tried to take the folded metal chair away from him...but when she got close Axe raised the chair above his own head...and slammed it down on hers.

Riley fell to the ground and stopped moving. Trembling, Scout knelt down beside her, leaning her head against her chest. Her heart was still beating, and she was still breathing...but she was unconscious and her head was bleeding. But she was still alive.

She glared up at her brother. "You almost KILLED HER!" she snarled, her ears standing up on end.

Her brother raised the chair again, ready to swing once more. He returned the glare. His eyes were cold and full of hate.

"You should have stayed dead"

He swung the chair, and the window finally broke. Shattered glass was thrown everywhere. Scout covered her face with her hands as glass hit, scratching into her palms.

When it was safe, she ran over to the window and looked out of the damaged remains. Watching as her brother ran through the snow. Watching as he ran...and ran...

She watched as he ran right into death itself. And she watched in horror, as death tore her brother to shreds

she watched it devour him while he was still alive.

..................

"So...that's what happened to your brother, then?"

"Yeah..its a messy story, I know. But that's how I remember it..I watched something horrifying tear him apart...it came out of nowhere and fucking ate him. I told Riley everything that happened after she recovered. She says its not my fault, but I just....I don't know."

"I'm sorry to hear that. He was not a good brother to you, but you still seemed to care a lot about him"

"yeah..I used to. But he was an asshole..He's dead anyways."

Scout sighed, running her hands over her bandaged arms.

"it's not like anything he said stuck to me that badly anyways."

[thank you for reading!! My work is also on SquidgeWorld (Crying_God_tm) and Wattpad (judgment23)]

[fox-and-the-hound]

heart to heart

[theghostofnightravencollege]

Red marks all over my arm. Cuts, maybe. I don't know. They hurt. I wonder who put them there. I'm scared, so scared, of someone I can't see. I'm holding a knife. I wonder why.

(@nrc-therapist)

[mixed-up-multiverse]

// Even after everything, V has a very "I did bad stuff, so I deserve the worst and am beyond redemption" mindset. Not when it comes to the prey she's killed though-- that she isn't sorry for. It's just when it comes to her relationships with those in her past-- the people she's hurt so, SO badly-- that this thought process applies.

It gets to a point that there are times when V actively seeks pain and punishment despite there being no point to do so; for example, in battles where she is helping her allies, she would take hits for them and put her safety on the line to the point where she can barely stand and would likely be knocked offline. This self-harming mindset makes her question why certain drones still want her around, even if she's done nothing but snip at, physically hurt, and push them away.

After all, monsters deserve to bleed... don't they?