#cw // body scars

[deadghosy]

Slytherin boys reacting to their boyfriend having scars

Ft. The riddles, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire

Warning: slight suggestive, sex mentions.

Tom Riddle

You’re taking your shirt as Tom watched you with those dark eyes of his.

He smiled looking at your arms, scarred up. He liked how they look. He found them dangerously attractive. He knew your past of fighting others and getting into deadly situations.

He found you alluring as you walked to bed with a tired expression. Moving his cold hands upon your arms with that neutral look of his. He grinned

“Are you tired my love?” You nodded with a hum. Hugging your dark prince who smiled. Having his nose and head in your neck. Taking up your scent.

“Let’s rest…”

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo smirked at you laying on your stomach. Your back scratched and scarred up from the past and now present.

“Babe..” you hummed acknowledging him as he rubs your back. There are red scars and scratches all over your back to the point it’s almost to your neck.

“Has sex ever felt that intense with us before? Or have you had pent up feelings for a while love.” You sighed looking up at your boyfriend with tired eyes.

Mattheo bit the inside of his cheek. He loved those scars and scratches that he created on you.

Making sure that you were marked his if anyone came close to you. His eyes turn dark, trailing your body from head to toe from the events earlier

“I don’t think it was intense this time dear.” You said with answer

Theodore Nott

He tracks your back, he feels how the scarred tissue of your skin rises with bumps.

When you first showed him your scars, he didn’t want to talk about it. Nervous about bringing up thinking you don’t want to talk about.

The type of lover to just trace your battle scars so you can fall asleep. He knows you love it as you had admitted to him. And he must say he loves it too.

You are a treasure to him, and he would love to open you up more to him.

“I love you dearly amore mío…”

Lorenzo Berkshire

The same with Theodore. He traces your scars. But he will talk to you about the scars wanting to know more about you.

Tries to heal the scars incase you get insecure about them. Don’t worry, you’re his future husband. He just wants what’s best for you.

But if you are proud of your battle scars. That’s okay! He’ll support you indeed.

Maybe if you do get more fresh scars. He will heal them immediately. Adding some cream so they won’t change the skin tone much. But hey skin is skin.

He will trace them also with bored.

He loves his scarred up boyfriend dearly

[mechalomaniiac]

How much of you is meat and how much is metal? /⭐️

"What... a.. very curious interest of a question.. I was mutilated by my limbs for the mech.. so from the body to the neck up is mostly flesh.. mostly~"

"My eyes are not all there too, so there's that for you to know, my friend..~"

[lorelxlz]

tw // eye pulling and mild body horror

not quite human anymore

[molabuddy]

regret.

[justvea18]

Patrochilles scar map

[lavendermin]

Not a request, but I just wanted to ramble about this thought I've been having for a while (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)

Jing Yuan who is so in-tune with how his s/o acts that if they get kidnapped and someone impersonates them (even if appearances are perfect like Sparkle's ability), he's just like "ahaha you're not them, okay where are they" by the first few lines the impersonator says

I think this is such a neat concept to play around with and explore not only the relationship but giving the reader depth with exploring mannerisms and habits they may have with Jing Yuan.

He’s a perceptive man, of course he would tell when something is off with his beloved.

Take, for example, possession by a heliobus. You’re left with an out of body experience like you’re listening from within a dream as a heliobus possesses your body to try to get to leech off your energy and emotions. Of course your emotions are strongest with Jing Yuan. How could they not be?

The heliobus has unfortunately picked up on this.

cw | possession

There’s a knock at the door and Jing Yuan is faced with your bashful smile in the middle of the night. Right off the bat he can sense something is off.

“Evening, my love,” you greet with a shy wave. “I got, um, locked out of my place.”

“Again?” he inquires with a raised brow. “Come inside. It’s rather cold out.”

He’s got you seated in the living room as he brings a pot of tea and some cups. Your hands felt rather cold so this should warm you up, he insists. You take the drink with a sincere thanks, cheeks warm.

“You probably have not eaten since you were locked out. It was a long walk here I’m sure.” Jing Yuan returns with a small tray of fruits and an assortment of small snacks. It quickly takes up much of the coffee table and you anxiously reassure that he shouldn’t have to trouble himself over this for you.

The tea on your lips brings a delightful feeling of reassurance—belonging.

“Who are you, really?” Jing Yuan asks casually, a sharpness barely registering as he maintains his cool. “I know the person in front of me is my true beloved, however, one does not change overnight.”

Your body falters, and there’s a haze that you can barely hear Jing Yuan’s familiar voice through. The heliobus is struggling to maintain composure.

“What do you mean? I’m–”

“Eye contact.”

“What?”

Jing Yuan chuckles, something smooth and calculating. “She cannot hold eye contact for more than four seconds, not even with me most of the time. When you arrived, it was far too straightforward.”

He reaches over to pluck the teacup from your hands, turning it in his grip inquisitively. Your mouth is left agape, fingers slightly twitching as the heliobus struggles. There are slight lipstick smudges all around from where you (or rather, the heliobus) drank from it.

“You do not know her character. She is particular about drinking from only one area where her lips have already stained the cup. She is meticulous. You are not.”

“T-That’s not–” Your voice shifts as the heliobus begins to lose hold. It’s disorienting—feeling like you’re listening to a conversation within a dream.

“And lastly,” he continues, “she would not have knocked. She would have messaged me of her arrival.”

There’s a knock on the door.

“Ah, right on time.”

Jing Yuan stands, the heliobus at a loss for words at such an overbearing energy he gives off. A silent rage flickers like embers with his piercing honeyed stare. The fear is raw as it courses through them—the feeling weighing heavily on you by extension.

The smile Jing Yuan gives is anything but sincere. You feel a shiver run up your spine. “It seems your time playing a part is now over. I would like my beloved back. Do give the Ten-Lords Commission my regards.”

[popsicle-stick]

pov the corpse you are doing an ill advised post mortem on just gets up and looks at you like this wyd

[time-woods]

composure check failed my guy

[heck-theo]

MILD SPOILERS FOR NEON VOID.

CW BODY HORROR (?), BLOOD, VOILENCE. Please read the tags of the fic before reading.

Fanart for Neon Void cause I love this fic by sugarpastels!

I'm a sucker for this kind of character and I can't wait for more! I'd also really really love a follow up where Leo is dealing with the aftermath and reintegrating but I'll just have to wait and see ^^

The design changes a little bit and because this was done on and off over a few weeks, and the quality changes too. I really struggle with how I want the lineart and rendering to look so they're all different in styles. Not actually happy with most of these but I'm trying to make myself post more art. I like the sketches more but feel like I should post finished art cause I'm a perfectionist.

The Neon Void design is partially based off the art by @ / kaysdenofchaos at the end of chapter 2, as well as my own simplified interpretation and the mask shape is loosely inspired by The Black Rabbit of Inlé from the 1978 version of Watership Down (traumatic film tbh). Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46753177/chapters/117752863

[peace0ut-004]

Humanish 049

[sandwichedbread]

when handling mycelium, always remember to wear the proper protective gear.

[pmpwbrrs]

Loving body, hating soul

They're going to be on sale! If you don't want to miss out on them, please let me know and I'll notify you. More info in the comments

Hating body, loving soul

[tibby-art]

BE NOT AFRAID :J

[swedenis-h]

Vampire with docs gets your ass (FEE FI FO FUM)

[urbigfatdog]

It’s supposed to be human cells but I don’t think it worked in acrylic I will try again with alcohol markers

At least it still looks interesting

[grapecaseschoices]

Thank you to @pdrrook for this beautiful piece of my tav, Amryl Shadowhoard [it/they]! A war cleric of Bahamut and a monster slayer ranger.