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[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

Whumptober 2024 - 2

Summary: It was a very bad day.

(This piece is technically an interquel for what occured during a previous Whumptober fic of mine, Safety Beneath Volcarona Wings.)

[chainsxwsmile]

Another request ft. (human)Bruce at a Pride Parade!

Personally I headcanon Bruce as trans due to a number of reasons, but also because his size (20 feet long) tends to be found in female great whites more often than males!

For his human form, Bruce has some top surgery scars (which he jokes are a bit difficult to pick out from every other scar on his body).

A special thanks to @nocketurne on Instagram for the request!

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

Run, rabbit, run

this had been bouncing around in my head for like 3 years now, i finally wrote it down properly, a little early Aly stuff <<3

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TW: captivity, implied pet whump, escape attempt, manipulative whumper, restrains, gunshot, mentioned scars, very mild gore (wounds, injuries), recapture

"Seriously?" Luke sounded annoyed more than anything, a little exasperated even. Neither of which emotions he had a right to feel in Alyssa's opinion.

She managed to twist left wrist out of the metal cuff and was diligently working on freeing her other hand.

Both her lower arms were covered in blood, the restraints didn't give easily and first chafed the skin raw, then bloody. It made her left wrist slick enough to pull through at least.

The pain started to catch up with her though and the more time she spent on her right hand, the more it swelled, and it made her escape attempt practically impossible.

That's how Luke found her, he rushed down the stairs and grabbed her by the freed arm.

"This is your stupidest attempt so far" he yanked her arm closer to inspect it.

"Let me go" she tried to pull back, but he was so much stronger. The burst of adrenalin that had kept her going since she managed to free one hand had started to fade leaving only despair in it's wake. She didn't want to start crying.

"I mean you only managed to hurt yourself and for what exactly?" he scolded her with a frown.

"Fuck you, I almost did it" It was a blatant lie, fuelled by the last kick of energy she spared.

Luke glanced down at her very much still cuffed, swollen wrist and didn't feel the need to comment on it. Instead, he shook his head with a sigh.

"This can't go on forever"

"I won't stop, until I get the fuck away from here!" She struggled once more, trying to shake off his hold. This time even weaker than before.

"You're really set on that, huh?" He finally let go of her and Alyssa collapsed. She managed only a tearful glare as a response. What do you think, you monster?

"Okay, then let's make a deal" he crouched down to her level.

"What deal?" Aly asked carefully.

"Be on your best behaviour tonight, and I'll let you make a run for it tomorrow," he cupped the side of her face with one hand, almost affectionately. Aly, was much too taken aback to pull away or even notice.

"I can go? That- Why- How-?" she stammered. It couldn't be true. "You said you would never... You wouldn't. What?"

Luke chuckled with an amused smile plastered on.

"I know, what I said, but look at you" He let go of her face and gestured to her left hand "You clearly aren't going to learn, and you're so miserable you hurt yourself"

Aly noticed the slight change in his tone, that something isn't right about the way he spoke, but she couldn't ponder about it. She'd be free.

"You mean it? You really mean it?" she asked, and a fresh wave of tears welled up in her eyes, for the first time ever since she was there, they were tears of happiness.

"I mean it, you can run to your hearts desire, tomorrow morning. On the condition that you behave for me for the rest of today" She nodded eagerly.

"I'll be good. I'll do anything. Please" He laughed and let her still chained wrist free.

...

She expected he'd order her around, or make her do something horrible and humiliating to get a last kick out of her before the next morning, but all she had to do was follow him upstairs and sit quietly while him and Cole watched a movie, cuddled up on the couch.

It would've been peaceful, if she didn't feel her heart beat in her throat with excitement. She could barely focus on staying still.

She'd be free to go. The nightmare would end, and sure, she'll have the scars that will never fade, but she'd be free.

She planned to get home first, by any means, and later to the police. It made absolutely no sense that they'd just let her do that, so she'd play it safe. And go home first and foremost. She missed her family, her parents and her little brothers.

When the movie ended Luke sent her back downstairs. She barely slept a wink, and the morning light came through the small window of the basement almost too soon for her to prepare for it.

She waited with a tight knot in her stomach to hear any noise from the house that would indicate the guys were up.

Alyssa would be free.

...

She practically offers her hand for Luke to lead her out by, when he finally opens the door and walks down. He laughs at her softly and that sound twists itself into her chest like a dagger.

It still makes no sense, why the sudden change of heart, but he does lead her upstairs, gives her her pair of shoes back as promised, and through the door they go, outside the house.

She breathes in the cold autumn air as if this is her first time to experience it.

"You get a half an hour headstart" It all comes crashing down and she freezes up.

"What?" There's still a smile playing on his lips, but it turned into something sinister and cruel. There's no softness in it anymore.

"You didn't think, you could just leave that easily, right?" he asked. She did and she had never felt more stupid.

"No, you promised, if i was good..."

"...That you can run. Yes," he finished her sentence "if you get out of the forest and on the nearest road, you're free" he explained, and his smile grew into an amused grin as Alyssa seemed to shatter more with each word.

"If I catch you before that," he continued "you're coming back, I think that's fair" She paled at the thought, her face suddenly felt ice cold just mere seconds after it had burnt with shame.

"None of this is fair" she muttered in protest.

"You're right, it's not" Luke admitted with a content sigh. He stepped closer, invading her space, and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "But it's a lot of fun"

She shook her head, it was a silent plea for him to be joking, but he wasn't. Half an hour through the forest she knew nothing about.

"Which way, uhm, where- which way do I go?" she looked around anxiously.

"Any way you want, love" The answer stung like a slap.

"I mean, where's the road?" she tried again. Desperate to get at least a crumb of help that would raise her chances.

"That way" he gestured to the direction of the dirt road that led to the house through the forest.

She nodded and took a deep breath, "So what now?"

"Run" he winked and crossed his arms in front of himself lazily. "Timer starts now" Alyssa bolted.

...

She'd fallen, scratched and bruised herself up more times than she could count. She was clumsy and not used to this type of physical exertion.

The road was right there she saw the unnatural grey of the asphalt peeking through the browns and greens of the forest.

She almost started crying. She was there.

And then she hit the ground the same time as the sound of two shots fired caught up to her.

It was hard to make out what happened, she prayed, something had fallen on her head hit her head and that caused the horrible ringing in her ears. It would explain why she was on the ground all of a sudden. But her head didn't hurt.

What if she got overtly excited to see the road to freedom and tripped over her own feet.

The rustling of the leaves, crushed under a someone's boots ripped both theories to shreds immediately.

"You were so close, Aly," came the voice she hoped to never have to hear again. Luke was so close to her.

She started shaking, as her brain caught up to what had just happened. The pain from both her legs radiated through her in waves. Her heart worked in overtime to keep her alive and keep the oxygen running, she felt it beating against the ground.

"See? The road is right there," he probably pointed to the direction she was still focused on. "It only would've taken you a minute or two"

"You- you promised to let me... I ran, please, I can't-" She gathered her strength, as much there was left of it and pushed herself to crawl forward. She noticed her legs were dead weight, and the burst of energy could only take her so far pulling herself forward on two arms.

He sighed as he watched the struggle, but not didn't make a move. It was a pathetic and ultimately pointless attempt to get away after all.

He was a good shot, he hit both her legs, the right on her thigh the left on her calf. She was dragging two horrendous trails of blood behind herself, and only managed to gain a few feet of distance before her arms gave out.

"You cant do this-" she burst out, sobs bubbling up from deep down in her chest "I didn't- that's not f-fh-fucking fa- it's cheating" she cried. They had agreed it wasn't fair, right.

"Cheating?" he laughed in earnest, and he sounded much closer to her. She didn't notice him crouching down next to her over her own sobs. "Baby, I made the rules, this is just how it is"

"Fuck you" she managed, broken.

"I'm calling Cole to bring the car, those wounds look bad" he reached down to trace the outline of the growing red stain on her jeans over her thigh. Alyssa shuddered.

"No, just, let me go, please, let me go home, I can- I'll crawl, you don't have to- just, please" she begged with a last ounce of effort before succumbing to hopelessness.

"No, darling, this was your chance and you lost it, we're going back home"

[amihyperfixatingagain]

Scars - OC Poetry

Sometimes I think I’m sandpaper Rough ridges that eat away  At anything that approaches They’re warning signs that scream Don’t come any closer To have this many and still be alive  Suggests I’m the bigger monster  Than those that gave me them Stay back Turn around There’s only pain ahead Sometimes they still burn They still sting and itch Sometimes I wish they’d reopen Let my wounds weep their crimson tears And mourn what is lost Give them reason to burn again Instead of just longing for an excuse Don’t cut your fingers on them Please I could never forgive myself  If you bled too

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Another OC writing post, but this time, it's poetry!

My OC, Aly, wrote this in her personal poetry book after the end of our last D&D session, during which her and Christina's (the DM PC she's been crushing on) relationship exponentially ramped up in speed from its original slow burn. After sharing an intimate moment and a single bed, Aly is worried about what Christina thinks of her scars and how she comes across to others.

[helldustedstories]

Stolas' feathers have helped to cover quite a few physical injuries, over the years. Because of the colour of his feathers, especially, they hide most bruises. This made it easy for Paimon to ignore the consequences that physical correction had, as well as making it easier for Stella not to raise any questions if something she'd thrown had hit him or if she had slapped him.

While there aren't as many feathers on his arms, between them and the gloves he usually wears, the self-inflicted scars on his wrists are not usually visible. You can see them if you know what you're looking for, but it's much easier to feel them.

And now, in the aftermath of Striker's attack, his feathers hide even more.

[roboraindrop]

Ik the whole point of Billy's source is that the nurse is A Bitch but MAN she pisses me off with the way that she doesn't let him forget how much of a disappointment he feels like to his mom. How even in a place that should be about healing for him, he has to be reminded that he feels like he's not enough- someone not even his mother could love.

It breaks my fucking heart that THAT is the last thought and feeling he has in life. That he died thinking himself an unloved disappointment when in reality he is the sweetest man with kind eyes who didn't deserve to hurt the way that he did.

I wish I could take his hands - his bruised knuckles, scarred and burned arms - see him for all that he is, and promise him that he deserves to live. That he doesn't deserve pain. That someone out here cares so deeply for him, is so glad that he's alive... If he had just one person to remind him of his worth, maybe... Maybe things would have been different.

[ura-0m0te-lovers]

vivisection scars x top surgery scars

thanks for coming to my ted talk

[hopethisdoesntawakenanythingnme]

I don't go here but

She's SO 😳

How fucking dare they??

To whoever made this mod and to everyone who downloaded it

I hate you and you’re cowards. Fools. Weaklings. Wimps.

[trauma-culture-is-blog]

SH mention!!

Childhood trauma culture is getting severely punished for cutting or even showing that you're upset/in distress, so now you don't do that and don't have scars like everybody else so no one believes you're actually traumatized

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[msparrowscribbles]

Scar's bringing such an energy to this season, huh

(this is my first attempt posting something in this very sketchy style asdgjsafs we'll see how I feel about it - designs are inspired by aresonist's lovely designs)

[mosspapi]

Holy fuck my mother just walked in, unannounced, on me looking at one of my scars. I Think I hid them fast enough for her to not see anything bcuz if she did I'm Absolutely Fucked, but holy FUCK dude I'm straight up shaking

[butterscotch-goat]

Escapism doodle dump part 1!

[stil-lindigo]

the calamity.

a comic about being seen.

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[pierfangs]

@pierprincess : can i ask . . . what happened? question prompts ; accepting.

    𝖉𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖉  𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜  𝖍𝖊  𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙  𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖊  𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓  𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘  𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗,   as  much  as  he  had  his  secrets,  somethings  couldn't  be  hidden  due  to  the  marks  left  behind.   scars  left  on  pale  skin  revealed  a  lot  more  than  he  wanted  and  he  wouldn't  be  able  to  get  rid  of  them.   certain  things  never  left  a  mark,  but  if  the    𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓   is  to  harm  someone  like  him,  then  a  permanent  reminder  stayed  behind.   sure,  some  had  faded  with  time  like  it  does  for  humans,  but  he  remembered  everything.   which  scar  belonged  to  which  moment,  the  ones  that  were  a  punishement,  the  one  that  he  was    𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞   hadn't  killed  him  back  towards  the  end  of  1920s,  each  and  every  single  one  a  painful  lesson  that  he  had  learnt.   he  couldn't  hide  them  forever,  not  from  star.

    𝖍𝖊  𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖜  𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞  𝖍𝖊𝖗  𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘  𝖇𝖚𝖙  𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌  𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊  𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉  𝖜𝖎𝖓  𝖔𝖚𝖙,   she  had  never  said  anything  about  the  scars  on  his  hands,  but  he  knew  she  was  aware  they  were  there.   whether  she  realised  she  was  doing  it  whenever  he  didn't  wear  gloves  around  her,  he  would  sometimes  feel  her  fingers  tracing  them  as  if  she  was  trying  to  erase  them  from  his  skin.   he    𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗   said  anything,  he  didn't  draw  attention  to  it  and  he  didn't  want  to  admit  that  he  actually  liked  it.   but  david  knew  that  eventually  she  would  ask  and  he  couldn't  run  from  that  moment  even  if  he  wanted.   there  was  no  hiding  especially  when  she  had  caught  him  changing  out  of  a  blood  stained  top  into  a  clean  one.   he  had  been  pre - occupied,  his  mind  elsehwere  which  had  allowed  for  her  to  sneak  up  on  him  before  he  was  fully  clothed  again,  seeing  the  collection  of  scars  that  littered  his  back.   he  tensed  up  at  the  sound  of  her  voice,  unsure  of  what  exactly  to  tell  her.   david  had  told  her  that  they    𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗   die,  but  never  mentioned  that  they  could  be  hurt.   he  would  always  make  sure  that  no  harm  ever  came  to  her.

    𝖎𝖋  𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙  𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉  𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙,   he  was  sure  it  would  be  racing  right  now.   for  a  moment,  he  didn't  dare  move,  unsure  of  what  exactly  she  must  be  thinking  at  what  she  was  seeing  right  now.   david  didn't  dare  turn  around,  knowing  the  state  of  his  chest  was  not  much  better  than  his  back.   he  couldn't  bear  to  look  at  her  right  now,  he  knew  she  would  want  to  try  to  make  things  better,  but  she  can't  undo  things  and  rewrite  the  past.   sighing  softly,  pulling  the  long  sleeved  top  on  and  finally  turning  to  face  her,  shaking  his  head  as  he  doesn't  really  look  at  her,   "   i  made  mistakes  and  paid  a  price.   that's  all  that  was,    "   david  admits,  knowing  that  didn't  exactly  answer  her  question  and  she  was  bound  to  want  more  out  of  him  than  what.   looking  at  her  finally,  unsure  of  what  to  say  or  do,  he  wasn't  quite    𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊   with  her  in  this  moment,  but  he  knew  it  was  likely  if  he  didn't  give  her  something  right  now,  she  would  go  looking  for  answers  elsewhere.   he  knew  she  had  been  asking  dwayne  about  him,  which  was  on  him  for  not    𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌    a  lot  about  himself,  but  he  was  worried  that  if  she  saw  more,  she  wouldn't  like  what  she  saw  and  she  would  run,   "   i  don't  want  you  to  feel  bad  for  me,  star.   they're  just  scars,  that's  all,    "   so  much  for  actually  telling  her  something,  but  he  couldn't  give  her  answers  without  revealing  too  much  and  there  was  someone  he  had  to    𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙   her  from.

[somewhereincairparavel]

when people say that jason grace dying of a stab wound is extremely stupid and anti climatic, and that it was made for jason to look 'weak', i couldn't disagree more tbh, bc it's so so symbolic. in blood of olympus, it was said that jason's soul was broken the moment he was stabbed with imperial gold, and it left more than just a physical scar on him, it damaged his soul. because only a few minutes prior, he had a bitter, soul crushing confrontation with his mother's spirit. jason told piper that she was the only reason he had the will to live at that particular moment, otherwise he would've crumbled down and let himself give in to death.

and then comes his life a few months later, jason lost his anchors, which was piper and leo, jason enrolled in edgarton which was located in the same area where his mother died in a car crash. he was already showing signs of spiralling, taking as many subjects/extra curricular activities as he could, getting as engrossed as he could in his minor gods project, to take his mind off of the prophecy.

all of this was more than enough to reopen jason's soul scarring, jason taking a hit with a spear, in the EXACT same spot as the previous stab, was the culmination of his soul withering for good. piper was there both the times he got impaled, this time though, when he crumbled to the floor, jason had completely given in to death, not bothering to put up a fight with his mind.

'the truth was enough to break jason grace'

his mind was damaged, broken and weary, and that was the real reason he died, not because he couldn't take on a physical stab wound.

[hinamie]

so just know, I'm healing / even though it don't feel like it

insp