#tw cut

[creepy-crawly-corruption]

TW SH & blade

SFX makeup

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Small stryo

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Some more little wrist cuts

[sethdomain]

Arf | Bleed

messed around with monster ccrime more

[fo-enjoyer]

Imagine your f/o badly wounded after a fight. They have a bad cuts across their chest you see bleeding on their shirt. So when there's a moment of calm they remove their clothes just enough so you can heal it. Pudding a cotton ball of rubbing alcohol on it gently try not to touch the skin. Maybe even a bit flustered from such a vulnerable moment as you try not to show it. Your f/o tilts their head watching you clean them up, and as you finish they say "Do you like seeing me like this?"

[corpses-cant-say-no]

he jerked off while i cut myself in front of him did i win chat:3

[jamiethebeeart]

Gore lineart by @tsubaki94 // it was so fun to back to my roots of "how many bruises and cuts can i fit on danny from ghost fighting" (cw: blood, bruises, cuts, cuts on inner forearm, bite bruise, restraint marks, blood/ectoplasm smear/splatter)

(also shamelessly looking at @green-with-envy-phandom-event 's cw tags to use)

[my-sadness-and-me]

My mind is killing me

[degeneracyismylegacy]

I hate that BPD and other cluster B mental illness are so "girl coded". Where are my BPD boys at ? My unstable dudes rep ? My guys with female rage, who have ED, who self harm ? Who have so little representation of their disorders and personnality that they are fans of fictionnal girls BPD coded wishing they could have the same characters being boys ? Who headcannon their favs as transmascs ?

I swear to god, I have all the love in the world for transmascs and trans men who struggle with cluster B disorders, who are unstable, addicted, suicidal, self harming, who have ED. Because we never are seen. The little representation that exists are girly girls most of the time. But you are in my thoughts. I see you.

[v444len]

[serickswrites]

Hook, Line, and Sinker VI

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, forced to watch, knife, cut, wounds, blood

While Caretaker had been silent the entire time, they hadn’t been able to stop crying once Whumper made the first cut. 

Silent tears tracked down their cheeks as Whumper ran the knife down Whumpee’s arm, leaving a long, thin, shallow cut the length of Whumpee’s right arm. Silent tears tracked down their cheeks as Whumpee moaned in pain as blood began to trickle down their arm and drip onto the floor. Silent tears tracked down their cheeks as Whumper began to carve into Whumpee’s chest. Silent tears tracked down their cheeks as Whumpee howled and wailed around the gag in their mouth. And silent tears tracked down their cheeks as Whumper stepped back with a dark chuckle to reveal what they had carved into Whumpee’s chest. 

"Caretaker’s Pain". 

Whumper had carved Caretaker’s pain into Whumpee’s chest. They continued to chuckle as they dropped the knife and left. Left Caretaker and Whumpee alone once more.

Whumpee’s chest was heaving, their face sweaty, and their eyes barely tracking Whumper’s movements. “Whumpee, Whumpee. Open your eyes. Talk to me, Whumpee!” Caretaker urged. 

Whumpee blinked groggily. It was clear they were fighting against unconsciousness. 

“It’s ok, Whumpee. Rest. I’m going to figure out how to get us out of here.”

Whumpee nodded slowly. They tilted their head back, the angle no doubt uncomfortable, as they closed their eyes. 

Caretaker could see their chest rise and fall in short gasps, no doubt due to the pain of each movement. “Hold on, Whumpee. I’ll find a way for us to get out of here. I’m so sorry. Hold on, Whumpee. Hold on.” Caretaker murmured as they strained to the end of the tether. The table was still out of their reach. Caretaker growled in frustration. They had to find a way to get the two of them out of there.

Tags: @whumperofworlds@mefattortoise@gala1981@whumpy-bi@whump321@st0rmm@sowhumpful@writing-i-like-dump@bookworm7543@keeper-of-all-the-random-things@whumpitywhump@elisabethrosewrites

[creepy-crawly-corruption]

TW SH

SFX makeup

Block don't report

Deep stryo + bean

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Missed how much easier it is hit bean on thighs <3

Finishing what we started at work

+ the eyes we did a while back

[swaggydancingcats]

disposable girl fanart yippee

i love this girl so much she deserves more attention and love from the fandom she deserves a hundred hugs 🤍

[sethdomain]

charlie fucking madoka'd

[ramshacklegear]

GENERAL UPDATE

(tw blood, cut) Cut the hell out of my thumb while doing pre-orders yesterday. Completion date moved to early August. (Blood got on a large portion of a new leather hide in the process, which now needs replacing)

[stumped-on-bennington]

"I Swear" I Say

Summary: It's dinner time at the Stump/Wentz house and things are going as they should, but one accident leads to an unforeseen break down.

Pairing: Peterick

Requested by: @devouredflesh

Word count:766

“Be careful with that knife, I just sharpened it .” Patrick told Pete as he was cutting the vegetables for their dinner. 

“I think I know how to use a knife, Trick.” Pete said, being overly cocky with the blade. And then, just like that, Pete sliced his finger while dicing the onion.

“Fuck!” Pete exclaimed, blood already starting to dot the wound.

“Christ, Pete. I just said-” 

“Yeah, I know, I know.” Pete held his finger in his hand as Patrick got the first aid kit he kept under the sink. “Come here.” Patrick said, motioning Pete to come over to the sink.

 Patrick carefully took Pete’s hand, rinsing it under the cool water before using a paper towel to carefully dry it. He then took out the disinfectant spray and used it on the cut. Pete winced with a hiss.

“Oh, hush.” Patrick told Pete. He then got out a disney bandaid to put on the wound.

“No, use the other ones!” Pete said, “I don’t want to walk around with Mickey Mouse on my finger.” Patrick rolled his eyes and switched the bandaid for a pokemon one.

Just as Patrick had finished wrapping Pete’s finger he noticed that the food had started to burn.

“Shit!” Patrick said, rushing to the burner and turning it off, and quickly brought the now burnt food to the sink to douse it with water. “Well, damn.” Patrick said looking at atleast $30 worth of food, ruined. 

“Well, looks like we're ordering take out tonight. We can do pizza or-” while mid sentence Paatrick noticed tears start to prick Pete’s eyes. “Hey, it was just a small cut, you’ll be ok! And don’t worry about the food, it wasn’t that big of a deal anyway!”

At this point a few tears were running down Pete’s face. “It’s not about the cut or the food, Trick. I just mess everything up!” 

Patrick grabbed Pete by the shoulders, trying to peer under Pete’s down turned head to look him in the eyes. “What are you talking about? You don’t mess everything up! It was just a little accident, it happens.” 

“Yes I do!” Pete says, now in a full on bawl. “I’m a college drop out, I don’t do anything right! Everything good that’s happened to me was just some lucky chance! If it weren’t for you, my life would be in the gutter, or I’d be dead!” 

Patrick immediately wrapped his arms around the sobbing Pete, trying his best to comfort him.

“Don’t say that. You’re extremely smart and talented. You got to where you are because of how hard you worked for it.” Patrick said, stroking the back of Pete’s head. “If it weren’t for you we wouldn’t have started the band, I wouldn’t be singing and the fans would have no one to look up to. Thousands of people look up to you, Pete. And I know they think you're amazing. I think you're amazing.” 

Pete leaned back, using his sleeves to wipe away the tears from his face. “You really mean that?” he asked, now looking Patrick in the eyes.

“I really do, Pete. If I didn’t have you, then my life would be just as miserable. I’d probably be an accountant or something, seeing pictures of you in magazines, while I just sit there and think ‘Damn, I wish I was that guy.’ And then I would go home and just drink, with a big ‘ol beer belly.” Patrick says, earning a chuckle from Pete.

“There we go, that’s the Pete I know and love.” Patrick says with a smile on his face. "Come on. We can deal with this later. For now let’s get comfy on the couch and watch a movie and order pizza.” 

“Can we watch Terminator 2?” Pete asks.

“We can watch Terminator 2.” Patrick says with a chuckle.

The two walk over to the living room, Pete getting wrapped up in a blanket while Patrick get the DVD from the shelf and puts in the player. 

“And can we have Chinese instead?” Pete asks as Patrick sits next to him on the couch.

“Sure thing, Pete.” Patrick says as he begins to pull out his phone, now leaning into his friend.

Bonus!

“Come on, just do the impression!” Pete says, trying to egg on Patrick.

“I’m not going to do a Christian Bale impression! I don’t even know this movie well enough to know what he says!” 

“Come oooonnn.” 

“I seriously don’t know anyone who has this film committed to memory as much as you do.” Patrick says with a laugh. 

[my-sadness-and-me]

Ho bisogno di farmi del male, in qualunque modo

[painfulpipes]

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the splotches r me blocking out birthmarks and small tattoos that culd identify me lol