#like when remember when she broke here foot and had to post X-rays for people to leave her alone

[champagnemoon]

I really feel like people are taking the SZA lying meme too far and it’s going to get very sinister very fast

[artificialqueens]

Let Me Know When You're Ready to Plea (Sasha Colby x Anetra) – PetitMonde

A/N: It's been a while since I last posted here on AQ, but it's good to be back. Especially with unapologetic smut. You can also read the fic on AO3.

Summary: Sasha and Anetra have a bit of fun in a hot tub.

Anetra finally relaxed in the water. It had been a long day running around for nothing, with people rushing to get things done. Get in drag, pose, change clothes, pose, an interview followed by way too many phone calls. His usual routine of dedragging didn't feel relaxing like it usually did.

The water jets calmed everything down, and the company he was in wasn't half bad either. The sun was still barely out, the last rays giving out their remaining warmth. Soon it'd be dark, and the only thing illuminating the deck would be the lamps attached to the house. 

Sasha took a greedy gulp of the champagne bottle, this time without grimacing. Whoever bought the wine they had been drinking must have had terrible taste, or they were dead broke. Maybe even both. 

Her eyes were closed as she leaned back. She was having the time of her life, taking over most of the tub for herself, while Anetra had resigned to being crammed against the wall in the corner. Anetra glanced over at her, there was no harm in looking after all. Most of Sasha's gorgeous body was covered by the water and the suds, with only the slightest bit of her skin peeking through the surface. 

Sasha was at her most beautiful whenever she was carefree, a rare sight these days. She was always working, either at a bar, for a photoshoot or the million interviews she had been invited to after she had won. She always told him not to worry, that she was used to working hard. But Anetra could see the toll it took on her, always having to perform for a camera. 

"If you're going to stare at me like that, make yourself useful," Sasha said cheerfully. She opened up her eyes to look back at Anetra, with that darn smile that always got him weak. 

That was another thing Anetra felt grateful for, to be able to see Sasha being her old playful self with no pretenses. Just the two of them with no cameras. 

Sasha poked him with her foot. 

"Hey! What's that for?" Anetra yelped, the water squelched as he turned towards her. 

"I'm hungry," Sasha said, but not for what. "Feed me."

"I think that crown went to your head," Anetra said, shaking his head. Well, if Sasha wanted something to eat, who was he to deny her? He picked up one of the chocolate covered strawberries that was on a plate on the edge of the tub. "Here, open up."

He put the strawberry directly into her mouth, the edge of his fingers caught by her lips. Instead of letting him go, Sasha grabbed his wrist to hold it still. The wet heat enveloped his fingers as she sank down to lick the sweet juice off his skin. She didn't stop until she hit the last knuckle and moaned. 

She was going to be the death of him, he was sure. 

 "You're enjoying this way too much," Anetra chuckled. Sasha still held him captive, even as she had let go of his hand. 

"Maybe. There has to be some perks to treating you, right?" 

Anetra offered Sasha another strawberry, this time without a fuss. 

Sasha took another swig of the bottle. With the way she had been hoarding it, it was a wonder she wasn't drunk or at the very least buzzed yet. 

"You want some? Let mama treat you for being so good for me." Sasha couldn't keep a straight face. She shook the bottle in front of his face. 

"Sure." 

Anetra leaned forward as Sasha put the bottle to his lips. It tasted as terrible as he remembered. A droplet slid down its neck once he had his fill of the vile substance. The only thing that made it worth drinking was the woman in front of him. 

Anetra took hold of the bottle to take it from her, but she didn’t want to let go. She was looking at him intently, waiting for his next move. Gently, Anetra kissed the top of the bottle, eyes locked on Sasha. He stuck out his tongue, dragging it slowly across the neck to catch the runaway spill. Mouth slightly agape, Anetra made a show of pleasing the bottle, as if the thing that was in his mouth was Sasha and not a piece of glass. He didn't break eye contact for even a second as he sank down, taking the head of the bottle into his mouth and hollowed out his cheeks.

Sasha's breath hitched. 

Breaking free from the spell Anetra had put her in, Sasha moved away from her spot. Her knees hit the wall of the tub, with her arms perched over the edge for support. Anetra was right there besides her, their legs touching just barely. A knot had started forming within her. If she as much as looked at Anetra's face, she didn't know what she'd do.

With Sasha's back now exposed, Anetra slid behind her. He rested his chin against her shoulder. His arms wrapped around her, holding her from behind. His hands were barely shy of touching her between her legs, but not yet. 

His own wants had begun to stir. 

"What's with you, all of a sudden," Sasha said. Her heart ticked loudly, if it wasn't for the water, she was sure Anetra could hear her. Embarrassing. She wasn't a horny teenager anymore. 

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just enjoying our time together," Anetra hummed. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Since you paid for it and all."

"I did, didn't I? I guess that makes me your sugar mama."

"Mhm." Anetra pressed his lips against her neck, mouthing little kisses down to her collarbone. In the water, Sasha's skin felt smoother. He wanted more. So much more.

"Or maybe not." Sasha retracted her statement. That wasn't the kind of relationship they had, or the kind she wanted. What exactly she wanted wasn't entirely clear to herself either. Playing along in their little fantasy would do for now.

She couldn't hold back the small moans that left her as Anetra dragged his hands all over her body, save for the parts where she increasingly needed them to be. 

His hand wrapped around her length, stroking her gently. His lips had left her neck for a brief moment of respite, offering the sweet relief she so desperately needed. 

With his other hand, Anetra turned Sasha's head to catch her in a kiss. Slow and meticulous, yet still in full control. If he focused hard enough, he would have sworn he could still taste the strawberry on her tongue, swirled in decadent chocolate. 

Sasha was an indulgence. Every single part of her. From her supple skin and pliable lips, to the sweetest of moans that escaped them. 

Sasha barely moved her hips, she allowed him full control as he took it. 

But she still wanted more. So much more. 

Sasha broke free from the kiss. "Honey, I need–" Sasha broke down mid sentence, needing to gather her breath before she could continue. "I need a bit more than a reach around to have fun."

That caught Anetra's attention immediately. 

"I didn't peg you for the impatient type."

Sasha harrumphed at him, not deigning to give him a proper answer. Not that she needed to, Anetra was already pressing his half hard erection against her backside, and it was only a matter of time before she got what she wanted. 

Water wouldn't be conductive for what she was asking for, but that had never stopped Anetra before. Anetra grabbed Sasha by the hips, dragging her down to sit on his thigh. Anetra didn't need to see to know where Sasha needed him the most. 

Despite the resistance from the water, Sasha easily took his fingers. The quiet moans turned louder with each addition, and with every pump of his hand, Sasha came closer to her climax. 

She was a sight even from behind, writhing in his lap, unable to keep it in anymore. 

And neither could he. 

Anetra lifted Sasha by her hips. She barely had time to miss his fingers as he lowered her onto his cock. Sasha threw her head back, arching everything in her own being at the stretch. 

Finally.

Like a proud lioness, Sasha practically growled as she moaned. 

Anetra held her tight as he thrust into her, slowly at first to let her acclimate to his length. He didn't miss a beat with his hand in the front, teasing at the head before tugging at it. 

They couldn't move too wildly in the tub, lest they risk falling over. Sasha held onto the side of the tub, her knuckles turning white with how tightly she held on. 

"Fuck, yes, right there," Sasha encouraged. Her eyes fluttered open and close, she was lost in it. 

With a firm thrust, Anetra hit that exact spot again, making Sasha moan louder. He wasn't much of a talker once he got into it, everything in his body focused on making Sasha feel good. 

Everything was Sasha. Every thrust, Sasha was on his mind. Every heartbeat, Sasha. Her name was in every part of his body, until he couldn't keep it in anymore. 

"Sasha," Anetra let out, the first one weak, the second Sasha stronger. Louder. No other words but her name. "Sasha…"

He wanted to tell her how good she felt, how amazing she was, but it was no use. 

Sasha wasn't much better, as she got ever closer. For every thrust and every stroke, Sasha saw white. A splash of water, skin hitting skin, the hand around her, Anetra's body on her back. 

It all became too much, the knot inside of her breaking free.

Sasha reached her peak, spilling into the water. Everything inside of her tightened as it crashed down. Anetra stayed inside her, fucking her through her orgasm. 

Anetra got closer and closer, his thrusts growing shallower, until he too, came. 

They sat there, with Anetra on top of Sasha, unmoving. He tried to catch his breath as Sasha came back to her senses. She barely whined when he pulled out. She already missed him inside her. 

Embarrassing. 

Sasha returns to her old spot. She went for the bottle again, drinking from it nonchalantly like she hadn’t just had her back blown. 

"Think that'll come out of the deposit?" Sasha asked. 

"What?" Anetra wasn't quite ready yet to process things like a conversation. 

"You know, the…" Sasha tried to find the words to describe what she meant. She made a gesture that left Anetra even more confused. "It'll clog the drain. We should clean it out before we leave."

Anetra still didn't get it. Oh, well. Not that it mattered. 

"I think I've had enough," Sasha said, putting the bottle down. She stood up with a slight wobble to get out. This time, it was Anetra's eyes that followed her. "Care to join me for bed?"

Anetra got up as well, almost losing his balance when he got out. Sasha offered a hand of support.

[everlastingdreams]

Dex X Reader: Sugar Crush Chapter 23

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Notes: Nah

Summary: Reader moves into the same building as one Agent Poindexter. A bond starts to grow between them. Can the reader move on after a traumatic past ‘relationship’ ?

Chapter: 23/28

Trigger Warning: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse ! YES this one will come with trigger warnings. I tried not to post too much into detail stuff but this entire thing comes with a trigger warning !

Word Count: 2538 words

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Like someone just turned on the switch again, that's what it felt like when you woke up. When you did you felt relief, relief that you were alive. Back on the world, but it only lasted for a few moments before the feeling of disorientation wore off. And when your eyes focused on the room you were in, it was enough to jolt you up and back into conciousness.

“Easy there, love. Take your time.” you saw Shaw sitting on a chair in the room at the foot of the bed.

You closed your eyes, hoping all of this was just a horrible dream. Shaw's voice broke through the silence.

“I was wondering if we had gone a bit overboard with the sedative. I've been waiting for you to wake for hours.” he said as he sat in the chair cross-legged, drinking a glass of wine.

“Why the hell did you come back for me ? We both know I hate you.” your voice was still weak from the sedation.

He putted the glass on a nearby dresser “Love and hate cannot exist without one another, dear. The fact that you hate me also means that you still care.”

You scoffed in disbelieve when you heard him say it.

You gritted your teeth while you glared at him “What happened to your face ? Devil left his mark on you ? Now the outside is starting to match the inside.”  

He looked to the side and you knew your acid remark hit a weak spot in him “Ah yes, Daredevil.” his jaw thightened as he said the name “I have thought about it, I understand why you ran when you had the chance. I admit we had our fair share of problems in our relationship, but you selling me out to Daredevil. That hurt, sweetheart. But I am willing to look past your flaws.”

You wondered how the hell he knew you told Daredevil he was in the armory until Shaw pointed to the small moving camera in the corner of the room.

You were starting to feel sick, he had a security camera in here ? “I thought I knew how awful you were, but it just keeps getting worse.. you make me sick.”

He scoffed before he looked at you “Lord, you have gotten quite the mouth on you, haven't you ?”

“Pot, kettle.” you snarled.

“Carefull, little dove.” he warned.

Fear and anger were mixed inside you, you were lucky to escape the first time. Trying it a second time would be near impossible.

“Why ? You'll hit me anyway ! Because that's who you are Shaw ! You are the kind of guy that makes women afraid of meeting men !” you didn't hold it in anymore as you spit the words at him.

Shaw was losing his patience fast, his voice was low, controlled “You should be gratefull.”

“Gratefull ?” you scoffed “ For what ? To be here ? To be locked in this prison called hell !”

“You are alive because of what I did to save you !” he almost shouted it at you “For some reason Wilson Fisk wants you dead. I was able to convince him to let me do the job. He told me where you were, if it had been anyone else, you would be dead. Remember that.”

You let out a breath when you processed what he just told you, why would someone like Wilson Fisk want you dead ? Remembering the man that followed you that day you bumped into the devil himself....no. He can't be telling you the truth.

Shaw was calmer again, but his words were laced with venom “Tell me, little dove. Are you not curious why someone like Wilson Fisk wants you dead ?"

You didn't answer him. "Don't take this as an insult but, you are nobody, you are nothing. Yet you are somehow important in this grand scheme Fisk has planned. Why is that ? What are you not telling me, love ? " "Really ? That was not supposed to insult me ? " You scoffed. "Oh right. I forgot, you only speak 'asshole' ." "Language." He warned. "Where did you learn to speak this way ? You used to have such good manners before our unfortunate seperation." "How would you know ? You never really cared when I spoke. I'm nothing more then a piece of decoration to you." He eyed you up an down as he spoke "But what a lovely decoration you are." Your stomach turned, you didn't want him to look at you like that. You didn't want him thinking about touching you. Those few months had been a nightmare, one you never wanted to live through again.

“Your phone has been rather popular today." He says before he pulls out your phone from his pocket.

You looked at your phone in his hands, this was not good. Not good at all. "Let's have a look shall we ?" He unlocks your phone "Landlord, a pizza place.. who is Mister B ?" He was calm but the words were filled with venom and jealousy. You bit back the tears at the fresh memory of Bob, on the floor, gasping for air as he bled out. Your jaw clenched and Reed now watched your expression waiting for an answer.

“Must I repeat every quest-” he started.

You interupted him “You shot him.” your eyes filled with tears but your words were full of anger.

His eyes fell back to your phone “Oh. Well. That is one number you won't be needing anymore then.”

He reacted like it meant nothing to him and you were certain that was exactly the case.

He focused on your phone some more and you calmed down a little. The last thing you wanted was to cry in front of him.

You looked up at him and his eyes moved from your phone to you before he spoke as if he would ask a child for an explanation “Who's 'Dex' ?”

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Putting Reed's name in the system had given them an address. Ray put a team together and soon Dex and Ray were on their way to the location. Dex knew they would have to do this low profile, Reed was no small fish in the criminal world, that he was sure of now. That slimey snake had fooled even the FBI. God knows what else this asshole was capable of. Ray sended some of the agents to the back of the house, Dex stuck with Ray as they got ready to breach the place.

Ray moved to the side of the door, gun's drawn, Dex stood behind the agents breaching the door, ready for anything.

Ray held up his hand, quietly counting down with his fingers before he yelled “BREACH !”

The agents breached the door with the ram.

“FBI !!!” The agents shouted as they swarmed the place.

Soon shouts of agents that said “CLEAR !” could be heard.

Dex searched in every room of that place, every inch of it. All there was to find was furniture covered in sheets.

The place was abandoned, and it had been like this for a while as dust was starting to collect on the sheets.

Dex put his gun in the holster as he let his arms fall besides him. The voices of the other agents didn't reach him as the voices in his mind had once again started to scream.

You weren't here.

“Dex..” Ray walked up to him, his face sorrowful. “She's not here.”

Dex could only nod as he did a few paces and kicked a chair across the room in frustration.

The other agents stared at him until he gave them a look that could send chills down the devil's spine.

Ray didn't reprimand him this time “We'll find her.”

“How ? Ray. How the hell are we going to find her now ! That son of a bitch could be half across the world with her by now ! We have no leads !” he sneered.

Ray understood his friend's reaction, he was sure he would react the same way if someone harmed his familly.”

They were interrupted when a cellphone went off. Dex's cellphone.

His brows drew together as he fished the phone out of his pocket.

His couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the name on the screen.

Your name.

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You had tried to fool Shaw about how Dex is just your neighbour, but Shaw always was a suspicious/ jealous bastard. You could only sit and watch in horror as he called Dex on your phone.

"(Y/N) ?!" Dex's voice came through the phone loud enough to even make you hear it across the room. "I'm afraid she is unable to come to the phone right now." Shaw kept his voice professional, "Where is she, asshole ?!" Dex's voice sounded. Reed looked at you with interest "Well, this explains the sudden change in her choice of language." "I asked you a question, asshole. Where is she ?! " Dex demanded again. Reed hummed, something he always did when people dared to insult him “Allow me to make something clear to you. Dex. I don't answer to you. But you will answer me.." he looked at you as he spoke again "Unless you would enjoy hearing her scream in pain." His eyes were dark. His threat wasn't empty, they never were. Reed was jealous and it always brought out the worst in him. There was silence on the other end of the line. "Are we clear on that ?" Reed said in repressed anger. "Yes." Dex finally said. "Good. Glad to hear. So tell me, Dex. Who are you ? Or did your parents really just call you Dex ? " You knew what Reed was doing. He was trying to find out who exactly Dex was, it would make it easier for him to find and kill Dex if he would pose a problem. You prayed Dex wouldn't answer him, he would never be safe again if he did. Reed watched your reactions like a hawk as you tried to keep a blank expression. "Well ?" He was getting irritated. "Poindexter." You could hear Dex say and your heart dropped. Reed ended the call right after Dex had answered him. The look in his eyes was something you had never seen before, not with Reed. It was gone in a second but impossible to miss. Fear.

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Dex gasped for air after the call ended, his worst fear had come reality. You were at the mercy of a madman and he had no idea where he was keeping you. His hands itched, itched to be around Reed's neck and strangle him.

“Was that him ?” Ray gave him a worried look.

“That was him. He has her, Ray. He threathened to hurt her.” he was breathing so fast yet he felt like no air was getting in his lungs.

“Did he say anything that could help us find her ?” Ray asked.

Dex shook his head “No.”

Ray brushed a hand over his mouth “Alright, we'll go back to the precinct. Talk to Ally Smith again. Maybe she can remember something from their conversations, something (y/n) might have mentioned to her.”

He didn't think it was useful, but Ally was the only connection to finding you at this point. So he agreed to go back to talk to Ally with Ray.

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“Finally I understand why Fisk wants you dead.” Shaw scoffed “He wants that Poindexter guy and you just somehow managed to get inbetween those plans.” Shaw clenched his jaw in anger.

Fear build inside of you when he told you that Fisk wants Dex for some reason.

“So tell me because I am curious, what is going on between you and this 'Dex' ?” Reed's words were filled with venom, you had seen him angry many times before but this was worse. He knew there was something going on between you and Dex, he knew and he was burning up his patience for your answer very fast.

You thought of a good answer, a lie he could believe, but the fear in your eyes must have given it away.

“ANSWER ME !” his calm facade fell as he stood from his chair and shouted it at you.

You hated that you automatically started to shake when he shouted at you.

“He's just my neighbour, he must be upset over the fact that you killed the people in the apartment building. ” you tried to sound like you were telling the truth, knowing that Shaw would skin Dex alive if he knew he was more then a neighbour or friend to you.

He breathed audibly through his nose as he straightened the jacket of his suit. You slid further away on the bed, knowing he could easily snap right now.

He didn't look at you when he picked up his glass again. He took one sip and in one sudden move he threw the glass in your direction. It shattered on the wall close to you and some of the shards grazed your hair and skin.

You were lucky the glass didn't touch your eyes as the bed was now covered in glass and wine.

You looked at Shaw in shock.

“DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL ?! Fisk wants you dead because you are the only thing standing in his way to get to Poindexter.” He took a step closer to you, eyes filled with rage.

The door flew open now and two men stood in the doorway “Sir..” their eyes scanned the room, falling on the shattered glass around you and the spilled wine “We heard.. we thought..”  

Shaw composed himself just enough to address them “Did I call for you ?”

The men shifted awkwardly on their feet “No, Sir..”

“I don't pay you to think. I pay you to follow orders, understand ?” he said through gritted teeth.

The men nodded “Yes, Sir.”

Shaw sighed and looked at you one last time “I will have to undo the damage you have caused. We will talk when I return.”

You heard the lock turn when he walked out of the room.

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[eurusholmmes]

When Paradise Comes | c.g.

So here I am, back with my first requested oneshot in MONTHS. Be easy on me till I get back into the groove of things. For those of you who haven’t seen the post yet, requests are OPEN FOR: 

- MARVEL (Literally anyone I have written for before, including Old Man Logan!) 

- The Walking Dead (I’d prefer Carl, Ezekiel, and Aaron.. But I can compromise if I have to) 

- Star Wars (Ben/Kylo, POE DAMERON CAUSE HOT DANG, Luke Skywalker (Young and Old) and Obi Wan) 

- AGENTS OF SHIELD!!!!!

Prompt - Requested by: @5sosnerdygirlanahood

Hello!^~^ I was wondering if I could request a Carl x Y/N(Reader) Imagine,We're You're Picked In Negans Line Up And Carl Tries His Hardest To Save You <3 Thanks

In this imagine, you are the daughter to Carol. It’s a reader insert for a character of mine I created. 

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Cold gravel dug into the fragile skin of your palms as the air began tangible with blood, your body trembling against the cold as the world seemed to spin around you. How you had gotten into this position in the first place, you still had no idea. But here you were, on your knees in front of the Devil, and he was picking you off one by one. 

You were grateful- No, unbelievably thankful that Carol was not here to see this. The two of you had been attached at the hip since Michonne had rescued you from the oppressive clutches of your father, The Governor. He had kept you confined inside the walls since the start of the Turn, and when he didn’t, you were bred to be a cold, detached soldier with a thirst for blood. 

It just wasn’t your thirst. It was his. 

And now here you sat all these months later, at the hands and feet of the Devil, y/e/c irises intently watching as his baseball bat maneuvered between the members of your family in a sickening game of Eeny-Meeny-Miny-Mo. Your boyfriend Carl sat unmoving beside you, his solid blue eye set in a glare as Negan continued to provoke his father Rick. 

You glanced down at your watch. 11:58. Two minutes to think about every good thing that had happened to you since the day you’d locked eyes with the Sheriffs son. 

  “If you don’t stop acting like you own this place, I will not hesitate to shoot you!” Carl snapped. You smirked deviously as you slid the dagger your father Phillip had given you into its sheath before crossing your arms over your chest. 

  “Oh, look at that. The poor little Sheriffs son thinks he’s all big and bad. Let me tell you something, kid.” You snapped, lunging outward to pin the older Grimes son against the walls of the cellblock. The rest of the group had opted to stay outside since it was so nice out, granting Baby Judith her first rays of sunshine and an aura of happiness to envelop the members of Rick Grimes company. “Once you’ve seen the horrors I’ve committed, then you come call me. Tell me I own the place. Because believe me.. I’m only here cause I have to be.” 

Carol had approached you that same day with a foreign tenderness to her voice, asking if you were alright. You had lied to her in an instant - It was all you knew. How to manipulate, how to push people away, how to survive. 

It was that same day she’d asked you to let her in. There was something she said that day that had stuck with you ever since, in the midst of a conversation when you claimed you missed the world before the Turn. 

 “If you want to remember anything, remember the ones you lost when Paradise comes.” 

Four weeks later

  “Hey y/n?” Your head snapped upward from the cell you shared with Carol, fingers tightly wrapped around the pendant that she and Daryl had retrieved for your fifteenth birthday as you met Carl Grimes bright blue eyes. “I have something I want to give you for your birthday.” 

Your cheeks broke into an ear-splitting grin as he held up a stack of Xmen comics that Michonne had retrieved on the run she had just returned from. They were your moms favorite stories as a kid, and in turn she had gifted you with her collection the year before she passed away. There was more to them then just the stories.. There was an emotional connection lingering there. A good memory. 

You jumped to your feet and wrapped your arms around Carls neck, sinking into his embrace when he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist. “What happened to hating me?” You whispered. His hand slowly ghosted up your back until his fingers were tangled in your hair, thus pulling your head away from his shoulder so the two of you could glance directly at one another. 

  “You saved my dad by saving Glenn and Maggie. You’ve attempted to sacrifice yourself multiple times to help us keep this place standing. The people here have come to respect you.” His eyes flickered from your own to your lips before he was beginning to lean in, warm breath ghosting across your skin. “You made me into a better man.”

That was the same day you shared your first kiss, and the rest was history. 

  “Now who do we have here?” You gasped as the sharp edges of Lucilles barbs grazed your skin, now noticing how completely oblivious you had been that he’d finished his cruel game, and the bat had landed on you. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” 

Your entire brain stalled. Was this the moment where you flipped Death off in defiance, or begged for your life? 

Grimacing, you glanced down at your watch to look at the time. 12 AM. The wedding ring on your finger would decide for you. 

Blood turned to ice in your veins as Daryl roared your name so loudly, it brought you crashing back into reality with the forceful slap of Negans hand against your face. “I believe I asked you a question, kid.” He growled, smirking as he roughly pulled you to your feet by your hair, ignoring Daryls labored breathing as his daughter, the girl he’d raised with Carol, was dragged in front of his group. “One more time. What is your name?” 

Swallowing thickly, you lifted your y/e/c eyes and met those of the Devil. You weren’t afraid to die. You never had been. You were just afraid petrified of what would happen to those you loved afterwards. 

  “Y/n Peletier.” You snapped, lifting your bloodied palms to make your middle finger visible to Negan. He visibly grinned at your defiance as your spittle flecked on the gravel, laced with the blood that had gathered in your mouth. 

  “Well, y/n Peletier. We played the odds.. and they landed on you and Red.” Negan taunted, pointing Lucille in the direction of Abrahams corpse. You slowly exhaled through your nose as you moved to tie up your hair, revealing the array of scars that burned your upper chest from your years living with the Governor. Carls flannel tightly enveloped your body as your sight was brought into focus, and you took that split second to gaze at the people that had taken you in. “I hate to say it, but Daddy dearest needs to learn what happens when he doesn’t listen. Any last words?” 

  “NO!” 

The world slowed down when Carl shot to his feet. his boots dragging in the gravel as Dwight and Simon rushed forward to hold the teenager back. His own wedding ring, the one given to him by his father, gleamed in the headlights of the surrounding cars as he thrashed in his captors grasps. All he needed to do was get to you. 

So much red. All your life.. A constant reminder that your time spent on this Earth was soaked in blood. Scarlet hands. Scarlet lips that whispered thousands of lies. And here you were, in the last seconds of life, right in front of a growing sea of scarlet. The remains of Abraham Ford. 

  “Take me!” Carl screamed. “For the love of Christ, if you truly value what is good in this world, TAKE ME!” 

Maggie. Glenn. Sasha. Rosita. Rick. Aaron. Eugene. Michonne. Carl. Daryl. 

A small smile caressed your lips as your eyes landed on your adopted father. Everyone had told you from the first day you’d set foot in the Prison that you mirrored Daryl’s stoic, hostile personality. Once you’d dug beneath the skin of the hunter, you’d come to find a vulnerable boy craving the love he’d never been shown as a child. Carol had shown him that. And since the day you were thirteen, Daryl Dixon and Carol Peletier had taken it upon themselves to raise you as their own. 

Glancing towards your father, you managed to feign the most genuine smile you could, hoping it would sate his growing hysteria. You tore the silver pendant from your neck and tossed it in his direction. It was speckled in your blood, along with Abrahams, but the picture of you and Carol inside still remained clean. 

  “Thank you Daddy. Tell Mom I love her.” You mouthed. Your attention turned back to Carl, who had now been forced to his knees, chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath at the sight of you being threatened. Slowly bringing your palm to your lips, you blew a kiss to the man you loved. One final time. “I’ll save a place in Heaven for us.”

The first time the bat collided with your skull, a painful ringing echoed inside your head as you brought your hands to cup your ears. The screams of your family were so loud that it made your head hurt worse. 

The second time was when your skull cracked. Rick Grimes watched in horror as you slowly straightened your spine with the remaining strength you had left, gasping as blood blurred your vision. To you, you couldn’t feel anything. But to the people in front of you, every visible inch of skin was coated in red. 

  “Taking it like a champ!” 

Your lips quivered as you turned your head towards your fiance, gaze solely focused on him as your voice managed to break out five words before you were reduced to oblivion. 

 “Remember me when Paradise comes.” 

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a - age: 21 in the streets, 80 in the sheets.

b - birthplace: St. Cloud, Minnesota 

c - current time: 12:49 pm, the sexiest of times 

d - drink you last had: A protien shake (bro)

e - easiest person to talk to: my best friend Taylor, she’s been with me since high school when I was anxious as hell and we don’t talk all the time but when we do it’s just easy. We make each other laugh even when we’re talking about heavy stuff and she knows me really well which is so cool. 

f - *current* favourite song: Shooot that’s hard. I’m really loving Fitness by Lizzo, More Than Friends by Grace Weber, and like everything off of the new Chloe x Halle abum (I know I broke the rules here but music is just too good to choose it’s like one of my favorite things)

g - grossest memory: I remember when I went to Californa our marching band group went to the beach and I wanted to play in the sand and ocean but I didn’t bring a swimsuit because I’m a dumb. So I decided that I’d just swim anyway and get my clothes all nasty. Turns out they were not about letting me in the bus with sand all over me, so I had to buy a change of clothes on the pier and put dry clothes on my wet, sandy body, andI couldn’t get all the sand off and it just felt the worst. Don’t be like me kids!!

h - horror yes or horror no: Horror not if I have a choice 

i - in love?: nope

j - jealous of people?: Unfortunatley, it’s a bad habit but I do compare myself to others a lot and oten feel I don’t match up which causes a range of emotions, jealousy being one

l - love at first sight or should i walk by again?: I wouldn’t waste your time lol 

m - middle name: Elizabeth

n - number of siblings: Two

o - one wish: I wish I could move past the mental blocks that keep me feeling bad, like I have ths feeling I’m going to die young and it makes planning for the future very hard. Also I wish that I could have a positive effect in people’s lives and end mass incarceration. 

p - person you called last: My friend Taylor 

q - question you are always (often) asked: to be perfectly honest, I don’t interact with that many people, so I can’t really think of a question. I guess my friends ask “Are you okay” a lot and the answer is yikes! sometimes 

r - reason to smile: Brooklyn 99 exists in our lifetime

s - song you sang last: Still in Love by Thirdstory

t - time you woke up: 10:30 am

u - underwear colour: I thik there’s roses on it I dont actually remember 

v - vacation destination: My family has a cabin in Tennessee on a lake and it is the only place I have truly felt calm and okay. When I’m really streesed out or overwhelmed I just imagine I’m floating in the lake and it helps. 

w - worst habit: A lack of self-care and a tendancy to self-isolate, also being incapable of expressing most emotions to other people 

x - x-rays: I dropped a heavy weight on my foot when I was like 8 or something

y - your favourite food: I’m currently all about shrimp but all time fave would have to be my mom’s homestyle mac and cheese

z - zodiac sign: Saggitarius 

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Crisis on Earth X is a thing that really happened and I was surprised how many little things were in there that made me very happy. Of course it will always be a sour subject, because wtf did they think that literal Nazis were necessary?

I’m sure there are hundreds of posts talking about this anyway, it all started when news broke, what would happen and now seeing it... WHY? I am not against evil doppelgangers, I love the concept. Especially if they meet and we can see how paths diverge and the good twin, who is in some sort of emotional crisis, finds new strength/faith/believe/confidence. And this would’ve been so easy here.

I like the concept of evil Supergirl. But just have Earth X be a world that was conquered by Superman first. History changed blablabla and now there is this place where physical power reigns and while the few good people killed Superman, everything was worse when Supergirl arrived and took his place. Wow, is she pissed off, losing her planet and learning how humans killed her cousin (her last piece of family). And build the world from there.

It can still be a fascist regime, but it’s enough to have like some sort of stand-in Nazis. I don’t need swastikas, a fucking SS emblem on Supergirl’s chest and concentration camps complete with historical accurate stars of David and pink triangles. Fuck you!

And this evil Kara would still tie in perfectly with our Kara. Better than humans, doing whatever she wants, because she can. In “Supergirl” Kara had to deal with being worshipped and she there is this loneliness, because yes, she is not human and it has become a shield for her. And seeing such a perverted version of herself can be a great inner journey. But the whole Führer crap (lol Kara second-in-command, really????) takes away from that.

I’m somewhat “glad” they remembered that Felicity and Stein are jewish. Then again this came in handy for more revolting drama. I didn’t need to see Earth-X Felicity brought in like that. Also having the “Arbeit macht frei” sign including the upside down b felt so wrong, there is a very specific story behind it. It’s not like superhero stories can’t use this, it’s just... look, seeing Magneto visit Auschwitz means something. Marvel fucked up enough with Hydra!Steve. I don’t need a four episode crossover event of overall lighthearted superhero shows to crank the Nazi shit up to 11. Yes, they are getting punched and everybody gets a “I hate Nazis” line... but you fucking still tortured you two jewish characters and KILLED ONE OF THEM!!

Okay, so Professor Martin Stein was going. You wanted a big heroic death scene/sacrifice as a sucker punch for the end. Have this big loss. I get it. But don’t kill dear jewish Grandpa by faceless swastika wearing nazi soldiers............ PROTECT FELICITY AND STEIN HERE AT ALL COSTS!

I can’t even enjoy seeing The Ray and Earth-X Leo Snart smooching. It’s tainted, because remembering that other minorities were targeted (and having Alex and Sara exchange a glance there, when Stein explains the pink triangles)....... just FUCK YOU ALL.

And that very sweet double wedding ending... it’s spoiled a little bit. Because I do remember the Ronnie/Caitlin wedding, WITH STEIN OFFICIATING! Btw thank you for every moment Stein and Caitlin had. Those were amazing. And that you mentioned that wedding. (Also Caitlin clearifying that she helped with that serum and it isn’t just Cisco and Harry who do the science thing... even though FUCK YOU again, because taking it was so horrible in the end.)

Let all the doppelgangers be super-assholes, let them be villains who out-evil all the main villains. Let Eobard look like the least threatening of them all somehow. Let them kill and conquer and oppress. But you don’t need to put real life monstrosities in there for that.

Okay, okay, so that overshadows everything, but if I step back and look at this as a all-the-superheroes-meet-and-fight-and-save-each-other crossover event. It worked very well. Definitely better than last year (where Kara’s presence was not necessary, guess that’s why she was so prominent this time?) and I liked how everybody could pitch in. And getting some nice personal scenes, before and during the crisis.

I’m very much okay that Central City and “The Flash” family are like the anchor to all of this. “Arrow” was first, sure, but it’s too doom and gloom all the time. Star LABS is a great base of operations and who wouldn’t love Barry and Iris? Sara started out on “Arrow” and thank you, that she always keeps a special connection to Ollie. And Ray was in Star City first as well. Yet somehow the Legends work better in connection to “The Flash” and metahumans and all.

Alex having a little panic attack, because she had her first one night stand was somewhat cute. And I guess there’s no better person to share this with than Sara. XD And Kara cheering her on was hilarious. Yay, sorry you two had a vacation in hell there... tbh if this team needed a leader, I still think Alex would be better qualified than Oliver. Except it turned out to be about Kara and with her sister in danger all rational thought went bye-bye. We are in S6 of “Arrow” and Ollie pulls the same bs as always and I still don’t buy into him as a leader. And sorry, but Sara is the one I want in my corner when shit hits the fan, but the leading aspect... Alex is the best trained for this (as long as J’onn isn’t around), but the biggest handicap for her is not knowing these people yet. And the writers love putting Ollie front and center (on fucking both sides).

I have had a lot of ups and downs with my liking of Felicity (mainly due to rubbish writing for unnecessary drama), but she got to put her best foot forth. OMG when she stood in front of helpless Kara, bodyshielding her. PRAISE! Teaming up with Iris was really cool.

Speaking of cool, I love you, Killer Frost. :3 a) I’m pissed Führer!Ollie didn’t lose his arm to her power, she was freezing him, come on! b) Can she team up with The Ray? Because that money shot with the whole team for the last fight they gave off this Firestar/Iceman vibe. Or c) let her hang out with Amaya and Zari, that was a great girl power moment.

Look, I don’t care too much about the plot. I’m okay with “let’s conquer another earth, and we choose the one day where the most superheroes are grouped up, because we are super confident we can take them; and then we take the heart of one for a transplant”. The most important part about a crossover like this to me are the character moments. (Same goes for event comics, where writers still believe anybody gives a rat’s ass about a convuluted plot with twists they pulled out of their ass. NO WE DON’T!) Know what had me clapping with joy? The caterer at the wedding, don’t try to tell me that was anybody but the daughter of Barry and Iris from the future. That is exciting!

The only other plot device I want to UGH about was the use of Red Tornado. Loved seeing General Schott as the resistance leader. And you know what, I understand why he didn’t want to give them time in the first place. But then he does, but oh no, he orders the strike earlier anyway and suddenly Flash and Ray have to fight the weapon that would help weaken the evil that destroys this Earth. Okay, so evil Oliver and Kara die anyway and Earth-X Felicity was just send off with a gun and will inspire hope I guess... but still... the Crisis on Earth-X is not totally over.

I could go on and on. Even with some nice parts. But again, fuck you for making me cry like that. EVERYBODY PLEASE HUG JEFFERSON SOME MORE!

[milaw89]

It’s Alright. (2/?)

Team Cap x Reader - Bucky x Reader

Words: 1714

Story Summary: Reader is being chased by someone, not knowing who and why. She’s determined to find that out. A group of superheroes is helping her, but is that really such a great idea? 

Author’s note: I might change the story summary when I post more other parts of this story. Stay Tuned. Reactions or feedback is welcome!

Present day.

Y/N didn’t even put her foot on the first step of the stairwell or the front door of the neighbour living under her opened with a squeak. The old man appeared in the doorway. He whined at least twice a week, about the noise, late at night. The old man is delusional, no noise was coming from your apartment late at night. Sleeping is what you did like any normal human being would.

He followed every step with his eyes, without saying a word, that was a good thing. Causing a scene with the man, was not on her priority list, at least not today.

Y/N growled annoyed. “Yes, I’m home. No, I’m not going to listen to you so get back into your apartment and shut the door.”

The people living in this building give her weird glances when they see her. She didn’t mind, this was the only safehouse that was low-key.

An apartment building located in a neighbourhood that was not so popular to walk around late at night, compared to the other safe houses she had been in.Y/N has to be extra careful now because with only one mistake they could find her.

Who they are and what they want from her? She has no idea but they keep chasing her wherever she goes.

Y/N jogged up the stairs to her front door. Humming a melody that she had in her head all day to keep herself calm. It was classical music, not what you would think of a girl in combat boots and a leather jacket, but if it kept her body in check it was all good. No one could hear the music and she barely had friends that would make fun of her.

Something moving in the corner of her eye caught her attention. She stopped and turned around to the stairs. She could swear that she saw something move, something small. Turning left and right, there was nothing to see. Maybe she was getting delusional like the old man. Shrugging her shoulders, Y/N  put her key in the lock, turned it and opened the door.

A cold wind blew in through the window. She frowned and slowly closed the door behind her. There was no chance that she left the window open this morning. Shivers ran down her spine, her heart beating loudly in her chest when she turned around to the kitchen.

There was a silhouette of someone sitting on the only chair at her small dining table in the shadows. It was facing her that is all she could see, the person was ticking with his finger on the table.

She put the bag down on the armchair next to the front door and switched the lights on. Y/N shifted her eyes behind the man, using her ears if there were other people inside. There was only the sound of him breathing. He was alone. The man pulled up. Y/N took a step back towards the door.

“I wouldn’t do that little girl.” She gulped. His voice sounded Russian. Her mind searched for people she might know or fought off her with that accent but without success 

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Y/N asked. Surprised that he managed to get into her apartment. The realtor told her that it was hard to break in with the alarm system they installed.

The man chuckled. “I’m the only one asking the questions. Where is your mother Rose?”

Y/N frowned. “My mother…-”

The man stopped Y/N with his left hand raised. “Oh wait.” He dropped his hand.

The man stepped into the light with a smirk. Y/N’s eyes widened when she recognised him.

“I killed her when you were hidden in that closet. Remember me?”

Y/N balled her hands into fists. Of course, she remembered him. She never forgot the face of her mother’s killer. Even if it was nine years ago. He still had the greasy black hair, now with a hint of grey here and there. The green eyes, that haunted her in her nightmares when she was younger. Was he responsible for all those fires? Y/N wondered, she forced her attention back to the man. She had no time to dwell on the past. What did he want from her? Was the only question she wanted answers to. Turning her attention back to the man to ask him that very question.

“What do you want from me?” Y/N hissed, feeling the adrenaline rushing through her body.

“What did I tell you? I’m the one who is asking questions here!” The man hissed.

Y/N huffed stepping forward.

The man looked around the kitchen/living room, nodding his head before he turned to her. “You have something that I need. Your beloved mother left it in one of these safe houses for you to find. Give it to me and I’ll leave you alone. Even though you’re the creation that we want. Naturally born with the serum running through your veins.” The man grimaced, checking Y/N out.  

She knows what he was searching for, but she had no idea what he meant with being born with a serum. If she told him where it was that he was seeking for, he couldn’t get it out anyway.

The man did another step in Y/N’s direction, now only two steps away from her. He cocked his head to the side, grinning menacingly. “Why are you running away from us, little girl? Did your disgusting father tell you to do that?” Y/N frowned, confused about the mention of her father. She had no idea who her father was, nor did her mother tell her anything about him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sir. I can’t help you with what you’re looking for. I kindly suggest you leave,” Y/N stated, stepping out of the way.

The man checked her out from top to bottom again, with a disgusting grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together.

“It’s working, isn’t it? I need to see what it does to you.” The man stepped closer, Y/N stretched out her hand. Her mind went into overdrive, shouting that she needed to get away from the door.

Waiting for the right moment, then she jumped on the chair, stepping on the wooden coffee table, making her way to the window. She opened the blinds, hoping to blind the man with the last rays of the sunshine outside.

Out of nowhere, the man lunged at her. Pushing her against the couch, banging her head against the headboard. Black spots danced around her vision, but as she blinked rapidly her eyesight came back to her. She rolled from the couch onto the floor. The man kicked her in her side as she was not fast enough to dodge the kick. Taking a huge heap of air, after it got knocked out.

The man started laughing, a terrifying cackle. Y/N pulled up, quicker than she thought. Her head throbbing but the adrenaline took over, making her stand straighter. Her glare visible throughout her body, ready to fight this man.

He came straight at her again. Y/N stepped in, throwing two punches, one in the stomach, one against his jaw. The man lost his balance. So Y/N kicked him against his knee, Gerard told her to so many times in his lessons. The man stumbled backwards now, but it was not enough to let him fall. He was strong which annoyed Y/N more.

“You’re a strong little girl. I can see what the serum is doing to you. We can use you. Oh, you can become much stronger than this. Tell me where it is, I know you know!” The man wiped the blood off his cheek.

Y/N shook her head. “I will not let you use me. You killed my mother!” She shouted at him in anger. She lunged at him, pushing him into her dining table, it broke at the weight of the man. Hearing several cracks throughout his body, as he hissed in pain.  Y/N stood there watching over the man, spitting out the blood in her mouth on her wooden floor. 

Her body was boiling. That is how it always started but what would come next for her body was always an unpleasant surprise. Not being to control is what caused the most trouble, not only for her opponents but also for her.

Y/N decided to run for it rather than giving him a blackout. She had used a lot of her strength a couple of nights ago in another fight. If she would go and fight the man against her own strength then it won’t end well. Not for her and for him. It was time to find another safe house and lay low this time.

Before Y/N could step away and get the hell out. The man was up and out of nowhere, he grabbed Y/N by her throat. She gasps for air also in shock. Putting her hands on his arm, beating on it with her fists. What she was hitting wasn’t flesh, it was hard, something like metal. Y/N kicked him hard and he growled in anger, his face swollen and bloody. He tightens his grip on Y/N throat, making it harder for her to breathe. With every try to get him to loosen his grip, he gripped tighter.

He skidded through the kitchen towards the hallway. Y/N still being held up in the air, she struggled but the man was too strong.

Y/N saw an image of her mother smiling at her flashing by as she closed her eyes. The man used Y/N’s body as a barricade to knock a door open.

“P..please!” Y/N breathed, but the man didn’t react.  

She knew then it was over.  He had won the fight against her.

A door opened with a squeak and Y/N got pushed into her own closet, banging her head over again.The air came back in as the man let go of his hand.

“Stay there!” Is all Y/N heard before black spots danced around her vision as the black emptiness took over…

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Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers & put in yours, & when you are done tag up to 10 people & also tag the person who tagged you… & most importantly, have fun!

@bloody-bee-tea Man I hope I’m interesting.

a - age: I just turned twenty-six in February. b - biggest fear: Anxiety/panic attacks. They can just fuck right off. c - current time: 3:30pm d - drink you last had: Coke Slurpee. e - every day starts with: Staring at the ceiling and wondering where our owl has gone that these FUCKING BIRDS ARE WAKING ME UP. (For real tho that’s the only thing that owl was good for. Did you know they’re actually quite terrifying up close?) f - favorite song: I’m pretty fond of Just Like Fire by P!nk. g - ghosts, are they real: You betcha. h - hometown: Keizer. I’ve been here all twenty-six years. When will I leave. i - in love with: My cat. She’s dumb but I love her anyway. j - jealous of: Honestly my sisters. They’re so healthy mentally? Like, why me. Why did it have to be me. k - killed someone: Not that I know of? l - last time you cried: Yesterday. I have a schedule for this. Tuesdays and Fridays I cry in the shower. m - middle name: Kay. n - number of siblings: Two. I have an older sister and a (fraternal) twin sister. o - one wish: I just want to be able to help my parents financially. :C p - person you last called/texted: My older sister. q - questions you’re always asked: “What’s wrong?” Nothing, by the way, it’s just my face. Resting Sad Face. r - reasons to smile: Getting to pet dogs. I know that sounds so Tumblr but honestly it’s hard not to smile when dogs smile back at you. s - song last sang: *mumbling* Probably The sound of Music. While I was driving over a hill. t - time you woke up: Haha when? 1:45am, 4:10am, 5:42am, 7:10am. Got up at 7:30. v - vacation destination: Someday I will get back to Disneyland. w - worst habit: Procrastinating. Also flakiness. x - x-rays you’ve had: My teeth and my foot probably. I know I broke my foot when I was really young but I don’t remember it. y - your favorite food: Clam chowder in a sourdough bread bowl. z - zodiac sign: Aquarius

Bahaha I’m not gonna tag anyone. Muh anxieties. :) If you wanna do it you can though!

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Beautiful Scar-Covering Tattoos

People get tattooed for various reasons. Many get them because they’re fashionable. Others get them as a reminder or something or somebody special. But some get them for the opposite reason, to cover up something they’d rather forget.

Some had surgery scars and dog bites they wanted to hide, while others decided to get tattoos to cover injuries inflicted by abusive partners or the painful results of bets gone wrong. They’ll make you think twice the next time you see somebody with a tattoo.

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A Bluebird Covering Scars From Multiple Surgeries

It’s covering a scar from a childhood dog bite.

When I was a kid, I was picked on multiple reasons; to me the worst of which was for simply being the big girl. I was 2 feet taller than everyone in my class and easily outweighed most kids my age. By the time I was a teenager I was neck deep in depression and taking it out on myself seemed like the only relief. Now that I’m older and much better equipped to deal with my mental health, I decided to cover up my years of self-harm scars. A lion was the first thing I thought of when I wanted something representing strength, plus we put in lotus and azalea blossoms in the mane for their symbolism of overcoming struggle. Instead of seeing a painful reminder of where I was, I get to look at this badass symbol of where I am 🙂

Nobody has ever brought up my scars for the years I’ve been doing it. My little brother is 8 and everyone knows I am his biggest role model. One day he asked me, “What happened?” and pointed to my wrist. I made up a story, but I didn’t want him finding out what it really was and thinking it was an okay thing to do because I’ve done it. I instantly made an appointment to get them covered up. I feel so much more proud of myself now than I ever have.

So let me start by saying my real spine has never looked and will never look like this. When I was 15 years old I was diagnosed with severe scoliosis — a 65-degree curve in my spine in the shape of an S. It was beyond correction with a brace and I was told that I would need surgery in order to live into adulthood. The surgery was incredibly invasive and involved straightening my spine and surgically planting two titanium rods on either side of my spine attached by 15 screws which were screwed directly into my vertebrae. The tattoo is from a medical textbook and spans 17” up my back, over my scar, which you can barely see. It is a symbol of my recovery and strength. My spine has never looked like that, nor will it ever look like that, it is simply the spine that I should’ve had.

Instead of hiding my scar, I decided to show it off. Last July I had scoliosis spinal reconstruction surgery, placing two titanium rods on either sides of my spine and fusing two-thirds of my spinal vertebrae into one large bone. This left me with a noticeable two-and-a-half-foot scar down the center of my back. I got the word ‘strength’ tattooed next to my scar. The ‘S’ is a tracing of my actual spine from an X-ray before my surgery. It took a lot of strength to recover from such a hard surgery and I want a constant reminder of that.

I got this tattoo to cover a scar from an abusive boyfriend. He broke my arm and I had a metal plate put in it. I still went back to him many times. That scar reminded me of how weak I was and I wanted something beautiful instead. My cousin whom I was really close to committed suicide a couple months ago and I wanted to honor him. He called me unicorn.

When I was 10 I fell off a motorcycle and shattered my femur. They put in an external fixator to hold everything together while it healed. It left four scars on my leg. On most people they fade, but I scar badly and they still look fresh so I made them pretty. The scars themselves didn’t hold the color but I’m happy with how they came out.This picture shows the scars toward the top of my leg near my hip. The scars near my knee are more spread out and each have their own matching heart.

At a point in my life (September 2015) I was suicidal, and I was sitting on my front porch just burning myself with a cigarette over and over. My mom sent me to a mental hospital which honestly didn’t help me. What helped me was coming back home. Once the scars healed, and I was okay, I decided to get a traditional rose to cover up my burns. I have to still go back and get a touch up on some parts where the scars are still slightly visible. It may not be the most beautiful tattoo, but it represents growth. I love my tattoo. It’s beautiful to me, and it’s the only tattoo my mother approves of because of its meaning.

I got cat scratch disease from a cat scratch and had to have the wound removed. Covered the scar with this.

After several years of dealing with depression, anxiety, eating disorders, suicide attempts and self harm, I got my tattoo of the Leo constellation, my zodiac sign, around my self harm scars along my thighs. There’s a quote that says, “stars are the scars of the universe,” so I view my body as the universe and my scars as the stars. The tattoo really helped me to reclaim by body and learn to love it, scars and all.

Blooming Peony Tattoo Covering Scars From Self-Harming

I got this one to cover up scars from self harm. I had a really bad one that stuck out and I felt like everyone could see it and was judging me. I got it on a Wednesday night after another friend died from an intentional overdose. I wanted to remember my friend and it goes with another tattoo of blackbirds I have from the Beatles song “Blackbird”. “Take these broken wings and learn to fly.” Today I am 3 years free of self harm!

After suffering from severe anxiety and depression which resulted in self-harm, I decided to get a willow tree tattoo over my scars. I chose the willow tree because it is a well-known symbol of adaptability due to its ability to not only survive, but also thrive in some of the most challenging conditions.

These forearm scars are (pretty obviously) from self-harm and they’re from almost 14 years ago. Been wanting to cover it with a tattoo for half my life, but I guess just recently developed the metaphorical balls to finally do it. So happy!

She was so embarrassed, she told me how much pain it brought her when people would question her about them or make comments, which is completely understandable. As I’ve said in the past no one should ever have to feel like a public museum for people to ridicule. The things these people have fought through is admirable and they deserve to know that. People will immediately label self-harm as an act of weakness. I think to crawl out of that abyss and still be here, in this life that honestly is already so brief, and to have changed your life around into a positive is commendable.

This tattoo covers up a very gruesome scar that I received when my appendix decided to blow up. Turns out it had been leaking toxins into my body for months; which was slowly killing me, and needed to be removed immediately or id be dead by morning. I was stuck in the hospital for a week since they had to basically give all my insides a good cleaning, which meant one ugly scar! I had to wait 3 years after the incident to get this tattoo and I’m so glad I did! Can’t even tell what happened to me.

I had a bone tumor in my knee removed when I was 10. This is my ribbon that looks like it’s lacing me up.

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