#trigger warning scar

[soupinboots]

I have a small scar near my eye from where I got (accidentally) kicked in the face by someone doing a flip on the monkey bars.

I enjoyed pretending it had some sort of dramatic backstory as a kid, but now I just use it as a guideline for my eyeliner

i think its funny how facial scars are seen as like a major character plot point where they reveal that someone tried to kill their dad or something when i know a ton of ppl (including myself) who have facial scars bc they rlly arent uncommon and all of them are like. from tripping and falling as a toddler

[jisatsuwaifu]

Sometimes I forget I exist oops

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[nichiperi]

A few totally-not-cursed drawpile doodles from game night in the Bananapoop server~! They're all so normal and straightforward they need no explanation, I'm sure. (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

[valeriearmani1]

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[bookshelf-dust]

Hii love!! I absolutely LOVE your works and was wondering if you could write a fic where Billy finds the readers s/h scars and asks about it? The reader kinda opens about why they did and Billy is super confused about why you would purposely hurt yourself, but he swears to himself he’d never let you do that again?? If not, that’s perfectly fine, i know this topic is pretty sensitive to people🤍🤍

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 2,513

warnings: SH trigger warning!! please heed that. mentions of self harm (specifically cutting), scars described, areas on skin. all scars are healed and reader has recovered. please do not read this if this will make you uncomfortable. this is meant to be comforting and let you know that things do get better. it is about acceptance and change.

a/n: anon!! thank you for this idea. i just want to put it out there that i’m not taking requests for the foreseeable future, and haven’t been for quite awhile, but i got sent this and i felt really compelled to write it because it’s something that’s important to me. i felt like i could do it justice, at least a little bit, and i really hope that it will provide you with some comfort. this is something close to my heart, and my goal here is that it will reach someone the right way and encourage them to keep going. i love you all so much!! please go easy on me as i’ve never written anything like this before. also did a bit of a different format! anyway, mwah! 🥰

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Billy knows you’re shy. Of course he does. 

But he wants you to feel as comfortable with him as he does with you. He’s never felt as relaxed and safe as he does when he’s around you. Hell, he’s never allowed himself to let his guard down in this way. 

Inviting you to sleep over was his olive branch, hoping you’d have a space where you could be fully you. He has the house to himself, and he knows that will help ease your anxiety. All Billy wants is to give you all that you’ve given him. And maybe more.

Billy had just stripped, pulling on sweats and an old t-shirt, not caring whether you saw him in his underwear. He’s yours anyway. Sure, you haven’t gone very far in your relationship, but he still wants you to see how comfortable you’ve made him. He’s never done this casual intimacy thing before. 

“I’ll be just a second, okay?” You give him a gentle smile, feet softly padding against the worn hardwoods, sleeve brushing the door frame as you walk by. 

Billy watches you walk out of his room with your pajamas tucked under your elbow. “Okay, baby.” 

He busies himself while you’re gone, straightening the bed, finding the tv remote. (He’d never be allowed to roll it into his room if he weren’t home alone.) He figures you’re taking your makeup off too, maybe doing something with your hair, and heads to the kitchen to make some popcorn for you both to share. 

In the bathroom, you take a deep breath as you pull on your nightgown. You don’t pride yourself in having nice or fancy things to sleep in, but you felt like bringing this with you because it’s one of the few things you own that makes you feel pretty. Something about a freshly washed face and the soft fabric make you all…content. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror. The gown is not tight by any means, and actually a color that brings out your eyes. It has little bows on the sleeves and a tiny strip of lace at the hem. You don’t tend to dress for anyone but yourself, but you do think Billy will like this. Some part of you craves that feeling. 

He’s never even seen your legs before, much less your collarbones. And not because you’re trying to be modest, but because it’s been cold and any other opportunity hasn’t presented itself. Showing someone so much of yourself is harder than you anticipated. And you anticipated quite a bit of work. 

You inhale and exhale deeply, shaking out your arms. You can’t help but be nervous. You’ve never slept over with a boy before. But it’s Billy. Your Billy. What is there to be worried about?

Billy returns to his bedroom shortly after you’ve sat down and queued up the movie for you both to watch. You take the popcorn he offers you, the socks that are much too big, and snuggle into the worn pillows propped up against his headboard. 

You’re sitting too far away for Billy’s liking, munching on your snack and trying to focus on the beginning of Nightmare on Elm Street as if you haven’t seen it over ten times. His eyes can’t stop dragging over your bare legs. This is the first time he’s seen them, and he wants you and all that skin closer.

“Baby,” he drawls.

You can feel his big blue eyes on you, but for once you really are paying attention. “Yeah?” you hum, licking butter from the tip of your thumb.

You don’t even look over at him, and Billy lets out a huff of a laugh. The noise prompts you to spare a glance in his direction, but he’s already got an arm wrapped around your thigh, yanking you across the sheets until you’re pressed against his side. 

He tries not to convey how excited he is that he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, how soft your inner thigh feels. He frees you though, laughing at the “Oomph” you let out before settling yourself more comfortably. 

You swing your leg over both of Billy’s, handing him your popcorn remains and resting your head on his shoulder. He happily sticks his hand in your little bowl, eating what you’d left behind. 

As the movie progresses and Billy finishes all the popcorn, you shift further and further into him. It makes Billy so happy to see you act so comfortable around him. This is everything he was hoping for. He sets your empty bowls on his side table and wipes his hands clean with the wet rag he’d brought with him.

You’re engrossed in the movie, laughing every now and then at something you shouldn’t find funny, or clutching at Billy’s fingers when you get stressed out during a tense moment.

God, he’s so happy to be with you. If he could make this night last forever, he would. Billy kisses the top of your head and wraps an arm around your back, his hand coming to rest on the top of your thigh. You don’t think much of the gesture, only feeling a shiver run down your spine at the contact. At his warm hand on your skin.

Your skin.

Your nightgown has ridden up a bit, and suddenly you register exactly where Billy’s hand is. You take a deep breath, hoping he won’t rub your thigh and feel what you’ve avoided showing him for so long. 

You try not to worry, try to keep your focus on the movie, but you can’t. Your bubble has popped. You want to adjust your nightgown, but you’re afraid to draw more attention to the area, afraid to offend him and make him think you don’t want his touch. 

Billy’s thumb starts to stroke back and forth on your skin. You can feel the exact moment he registers that it doesn’t feel the way it should. The way your arms do, the way the soft backs of your hands do when he takes them in his. 

You feel him sit up slightly, crane his head to look at you. At your thigh.

Upon touching your leg, Billy had expected smooth skin. But he met ridges. Bumps. Lines of raised skin. He knew that wasn’t normal, and it sent a surge of curiosity or maybe even concern through him. 

What he sees confuses him. What happened to your leg? 

“Baby? What’s that?”

He’s sitting up fully now, prompting you to do the same before you fall against the bed. 

The longer he looks at it, the more confused he gets. There are scars on your leg. They’re not big, but there are a lot of them. So many that it’s scaring him. Some thin, some thicker. Different shades of scar tissue and scratched skin that never returned to its original state. 

They aren’t fresh, no, not at all. They are all healed. But he’s so confused because he’s gotten lots of cuts and bruises throughout his life, and they’ve never looked like yours do. They don’t look like a normal injury does. These look…deliberate. And he doesn’t understand.

You turn around and sit on your knees. I guess it’s now or never, you think. If you don’t tell yourself that, you’ll probably throw up. And if you hadn’t moved so far past this, you’d feel even worse. 

“They’re scars,” you say, rubbing your elbow. 

Billy flicks your knee, mainly because he doesn’t know how to react, his other hand rubbing down his face. “No shit.”

Your heart is pounding despite the fact that this is something you have long overcome and are not ashamed of. Even still, there is a part of you that hopes he won’t be disgusted with you. It’s the same part that hasn’t let the relationship go as far as you’d like it to. 

“I put them there.”

Billy blinks. Even if some part of him knew that’s where this was headed, he still can’t wrap his head around that. “What?” 

His eyes dart to your leg again, wondering if the scars are more extensive than what he can see. He’s scared of how badly you’ve hurt yourself. If he’s not careful, his eyes will glaze over. 

“A few years ago. You know how I’ve mentioned my depression and anxiety? And how I have medicine? How it was hard for me to go on dates with you at first or how sometimes I get standoffish?” 

He nods, encouraging you to continue.

“Well, you’ve been really good at reassuring me and understanding my panic attacks and stuff, and I’ve gotten a lot better at managing these things. But before all of that, before how I am now, I had no one. I was all alone, and I couldn’t deal with my feelings. So I took it out on myself. I started cutting myself as a way to cope.” You hate to admit all of this, but he deserves to know.

You start fidgeting with your fingertips and break eye contact with him. Billy’s lips have formed a stern pout, his brows knitting together in a way that shows he’s trying to understand you. To him, he really is just trying to comprehend this. But to you, that’s the look of shame you’ve been awaiting. You don’t want to be looked at that way.

You sit on your hands and stare at a string that’s come loose from your worn-in comforter. 

“Anyway, I didn’t have anyone to help me. I couldn’t talk about how sad and lonely and angry I was, and I certainly wasn’t ready for a doctor. I kept it all in, figuring it was safer that way. But that got to me, and I chose to take it out on myself. There.” You touch your thigh. “Here and here.” Your fingers brush your stomach and hip. “Here too.” Your forearm. I know it’s horrible, but that’s what I chose to do. And I wouldn’t ever want someone else to choose that.” 

“I didn’t want to die, I just wanted the hurt to stop. I needed an outlet for all of those suffocating feelings, and that was what I did. Hurting myself helped me feel better because at least I was expressing something. And I was able to punish myself for being so unlike everyone else. So quiet, so hard to love, so different.”

Your heart is pounding but you steal a quick glance at Billy. He can’t fight the emotion from showing on his face anymore. He feels his eyelashes getting thick with tears that are threatening to spill at any moment. 

“I know this is probably hard to understand. I know you might be disgusted with me. But I guess it’s better that you know, right? I should’ve been more open about it with you sooner to avoid it being so…complicated.”

You stop, not really knowing what else there is to say. You’re hoping that this will encourage him to say something. Anything. You’d be happy to answer a question at this point.

Billy brings the hem of his shirt up to wipe his eyes. You wince, feeling awful for making him emotional over this. 

He takes a moment to try and wrap his head around what he’s just heard. He’s had a habit of self-medicating with alcohol, with cigarettes, hell, even ego lifting shit he shouldn’t at the gym. But everyone copes differently, right? You wouldn’t do what he does. He wouldn’t do what his dad does.

He just can’t bear the thought of thinking that someone would physically do that to themselves. That you, his perfect girl, would be feeling so low that you’d make yourself bleed just in search of relief from the pain. He can’t understand it, but at the same time, he sees that it comes in different forms. 

Billy reaches out for your hands, waiting for you to take them. The pressure behind your eyes immediately softens at the gesture.

“Don’t apologize to me, okay? I’m just trying to process.” He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your warm skin.

“Okay.”

He kisses each of your knuckles in turn, maintaining eye contact all the while. He straightens, not letting go of your fingers. “I don’t like to think about you being in any sort of pain. Imagining you doing that to yourself…fuckin’ breaks my heart.” 

You tilt your head, scanning his face. He’s hurting for you, and you want to take it away. “It’s okay, Billy. I’m so much better now.”

“But I wish that I’d known you when you were hurting so damn bad. Y-you were alone, and I’m angry that no one was there to pull you out. I would’ve helped you.”

You squeeze his hands. “Billy, baby. I wouldn’t have let you help me.”

“Why?” he asks, his voice cracking. 

“Because I didn’t want to get better. I was comfortable in an endless cycle of hurt, and I had to be the one to finally change something.”

Billy leans forward until his forehead is resting against your chest. “I’m so sorry that you had to deal with that, and I know you sure as hell don’t want my pity, but I just can’t have you ever be in pain.”

You weave your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. “I know, Billy. I’m okay, I promise? I’ve worked really hard to be okay.”

He straightens, cupping your face. “God, I know you have. I’m never gonna let you hurt like that again, you hear me?”

“I hear you, Billy. That’s not a place I ever want to return to.”

He leans in and kisses you with so much passion, using his lips to say more than he could ever form into words, that it leaves you feeling dazed. Loved.

“I’m so proud of you,” Billy says. 

You smile at him, and if he weren’t already sitting, he’d need to because of how weak you make him. 

“Thank you for respecting me and not treating me differently. You have no idea how much that means.”

Billy’s hands slide down to rest on your collar bones. “Why on earth would I treat you differently? Have people before? If anything it shows me how much of a fucking star you are, because you got through that all on your own. You got through it and now I have the pleasure of being yours.” 

You feel like someone’s poured warm water down your back. “People are usually awful about it, yeah. But that doesn’t matter. I’m grateful that you’re so accepting. And I want to be more open with you.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about that, baby. I’m working on my patience, so I’m happy to wait and learn every inch of you. Inside and out.” He winks at you, hoping to coax out a smile. It works.

“I’m so glad I got to this point,” you admit to him. You never say that out loud. 

“Fuck, so am I.” He kisses your forehead. “My best girl.”

[captainbobbin]

forgot to post this little Croco sketch I did the other day

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

For the 10th and final one, we have @tlj218 's OC! 🥳

Now this is a challenge! I don't know if those are scars or not, but from the references, I think those are! 😱 He's been through some hardcore stuff.

Anyway, thank you for requesting and hope you love it! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

OC submission is closed. The users (And their respective OC's drawn) are completely random using an online spinning wheel.

[ommmmara]

gem & false as red lives (aka. i made up an entire super serious storyline for two people who may never even be in the life series)

for shep’s hermitcraft character design week !! had a blast making this. sorry for the excessive blood

[buttercup-barf]

Well. Pride Month is over. You know what that means.

More random old doodles. Can't remember if I posted this here before.

I realised lately that I tend to stagnate a lot in my character designs, giving them all very symmetrical and youthful faces with one or two wrinkles. I hope I can work on that.

Obviously, the facial differences here aren't necessarily realistic, much like the way the old people look. I just doodled what came to mind.

[sabertoothdeer]

HEY GUYS I NEED HELP!

I recently came into the possession of a giant millipede, multiple small millis, and twenty or so (probably more...) isopods. About 10 of them are giant canyon isopods. PLEASE HELP ME LEARN HOW TO CARE FOR THEM!

If you have any care tips pls lmk!!! I'm very new to taking care of insects and such but I have done much of my own research on how to care for them.

Currently I have all of these guys in a 15 gal tank, a heater pad is attached to one side, the soil is at an angle, lots of leaf litter and a good amount of moss, some cork and rotting wood bark, a little cork log, and a shallow water source incase it gets too dry.

I also have a humidity and temp reader I got from Runnings. I've been giving them ground up egg shells for calcium and some potatoes peels and a cucumber slice for extra nourishment.

The layers in the tank are as follows:

- some small pebbles for drainage

- coco coir

- mixture of peat-based substrate from the store, some work casting organic fertilizer, and more coco coir

- leaf litter and moss

This is what it looks like ^^

It's placed in a generly dark area.

The millipedes name is Cranberry btw!!

(tw sh scars)

And these are the little goobers:

QUESTIONS I HAVE:

- How many insects can I put in one 15 gal tank?? How many isopods? Are there issues between them coexisting? I heard eggs might get eaten and if they aren't fed enough calcium they will try to eat eachother.

- Am I grinding up the egg shells enough? Are the peices too big? When I have the money I might just get cuttlefish bone but it can get pricy.

- How often should I clean??? I heard somewhere once a month but if it's a terrarium and not a singular creature and it's more of an ecosystem should I leave it alone other than feeding and spraying water n stuff?

- Can/should I put earthworms in the terrarium? What about snails/slugs? Would they be harmful or helpful?

UPDATE 5/11/24:

- I found a tiny spider guy in there. Is he chill??

[postsofsilver]

PLEASE TELL ME HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THIS MAN WHEN THIS ARE HIS LAST THOUGHTS 😭😭

[mikeru6]

(tw healed scars i guess. idk it’s just my body) ⚠️⚠️

don’t tell anyone you saw me

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Anon asked: Could I request the reader having scars on her thighs and arms from past self-harm, and her boyfriend, Makoto learning about it through her going swimming for the first time around him?       

Of course anon dear! I'm going to assume you mean Makoto from Free. If that's not correct, please let me know. I hope you enjoy this request hun!

If you enjoyed this, please consider buying me a coffee.

[TW: mentions of past self-harm and descriptions of scars.]

You gave a sigh as you analyzed your reflection in the full length mirror in the girls' locker room at the beach.

Makoto, the ever loving boyfriend wanted to bring you to the beach for a special date, just the two of you and the silver linning to this was the beach was actually empty today. Nobody was around even though it was a beautiful day, but you were grateful for it since it was one less thing to worry about.

Your hands smoothed over your arms and thighs where light colored scars adorned your soft skin. It was noticable which was why you always had your arms and legs covered, or at least tried to. It was hard when the Summer heat was blazing and you got questioning looks wearing a cover up and jeans when it was over 100 degrees.

The swimsuit was cute and a one piece it was black and had sunflowers all over it. The bottom had ruffles giving the illusion that it was a skirt. It did make your scars more prominate making you second guess going out there. You felt bad...poor Makoto has been waiting for you for a while.

Sighing and taking a moment to ground yourself, you turned and walked out of the locker room with your clothes in hand. You started to walk toward the towels that your boyfriend had laid out under the umbrealla. A smile appeared as you saw he was relaxing on the towel enjoying the sun. He needed this, he worked too hard and always though of everyone before himself and with you both going into college in a few weeks you wanted him to relax and unwind as much as he could.

He had his eyes closed on the beach towel and you quickly threw your clothes on your bag and grabbed one of your cover ups to hide your scars. Making sure they were covered, you carefully sat on the towel next to him.

"You look relaxed Mako." He peeked over at you with a grin that turned into a frown. "I though you were changing Y/N?" I smiled down at him. "I did...I just was a little chilly is all." He sat up on the towel and reached for your hand holding it gently.

"Y/N, we both know you're not chilly, what's going on?" You squeezed his hand and sighed. Over the two years that you both have been together you haven't told him about yours scars and how you used to self-harm. It was a sensitve topic for you, one that you try to forget about, but the scars are always a reminder. They remind of you of how far you've come, you were in a dark place some time ago and hurting yourself was a form of escape, but after getting some therapy, some medication and bettering myself, you stopped, but the scars always hold as a reminder.

Turning to Makoto you let go of his hand and took off your cover-up, yours scars stuck out with the sun out and bright. "No...I'm not chilly, I was hiding my body, more specifically my scars from you." You streached your arm and leg out lifting up the peek a boo bottom of your swimsuit to show him the scars on my thighs and arms.

He grasped your arm gently and looked at the scars adorning it. You weren't sure what the look on his face read, so you continued to talk. "I..I used to self-harm a few years back, this was before we got together...I was in a bad place mentally and the only thing that made me feel good was hurting myself and I used to hide it until one day I cut too deep and had to get stitches for it. After that, I went to therapy and got put on some medication and I'm in a better place, but I still have these scars and I..I don't like showing them."

Makoto listened to you as you confided in him about this and when you were done, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. You were surprised by the kiss, but accepted it nonetheless as your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled back from the kiss and softly kissed the scars on your arms.

"Thank you for telling me Y/N, I know it was hard for you to tell me something like that, but I'm glad you did. I love every single aspect of you and that includes these scars. They tell me that you overcame something and you're stronger for it. I don't want you to hide them, but I know that'll take time."

You felt tears start to fall at his words. You knew Makoto would be understanding, but for him to say such sweet words, you knew you found the one. "I love you Makoto, t-thank you for saying that...for everything."

He brought you into a hug, holding your body close to his. "I love you too Y/N, I'm here for you through thick or thin." You hugged him back, the soft beach breeze blowing through your hair as you both stayed there enjoying each other on the quiet beach.

[holyhounddog]

Self indulgent art of Juuzou helping Muts with T.

Bros being bros or something

Edit: I just realized I forgot his stitches FUCK

been drawing him since I was 13 and this is my first time doing that goddamn….

[essayofthoughts]

does your GOD believe in you? by EssayOfThoughts for @exhaustedwerewolf

Kashaw has been married to Vesh since his birth. When he's fifteen, she comes for him.

Read Chapter 1 of 7 Here | Thanks to @rightpastnowhere for the image!

Please note that this fic contains cult grooming, assault and rape of an underaged teenager, self-harm, recklessness with wellbeing, unaddressed trauma, aftermath of a massacre, burial of the dead, psychic groping, and battlefield gore so if you don't think you can deal with that, be aware this fic is probably not for you!

Playlist

Let Me Live / Let Me Die - Des Rocs | Used To The Darkness - Des Rocs | Maybe, I - Des Rocs | Skin To Bone - Linkin Park | Blue Song - Mint Royale | Cthulhu - Gunship | Tenebre Rosso Sangue - Keygen Church | Flesh - Simon Curtis | Alejandro - Lady Gaga | Read Between The Lines - Tom Cardy | Heat Waves - Glass Animals |

[jellybe-gets-creative]

The scars we wear.