#tw semi-realistic scarring

[deersoncupcakes]

me when my girlfriend uses me as a meat shield & then kidnaps me

[wof-inbox]

hey Kestrel and Scarlet name one good thing about each other

Tw: Venom scar (realistic), blood (Semi realistic) and insides of a chest (semi realistic)

“There is nothing good about that short snouted red fire SkyWing!” -Ex-Queen Scarlet

[onmyyan]

Can you please make more Marco's headcanons like I bet he has a weapon collection

TW'S: YANDERE THEMES, MURDER MENTION, BONES AS A GIFT, MARCOS IS A WARNING HIMSELF LMAO (NOT EDITED)

S'more Marcos Hc's

Absolutely has a weapons collection and he names every single one he gets his grubby little hands on.

His guns are all custom made and he has this set of neon throwing knives, razor sharp and deadly.

His creepy little warehouse is a lot less creepy on the inside, posters of his favorite movies and bands litter the walls, sure their spattered with blood but I digress, the training dummies have spray painted smiley faces and when he gets bored he likes to see just how many knives can fit in one face.

He's the best at killing and it shows, has gotten paid to kill twice now and loved it.

And with both of those phat checks he was able to spend time doing his favorite thing, doting on you.

Once bought one of those really cool looking swords from this sketchy shop downtown and tried to decapitate a guy with it but when he brought the weapon down on the poor dudes neck it breaks like a Lego set and they just stand there in this painfully awkward silence.

He of course has to shoot him so no one ever hears of his embarrassment.

Has a few gnarly scars on his legs from his early skateboarding days, if Manny bet him he couldn't grind down their highschools 25ft stair railing he absolutely does it, even though he'd only just got the board that morning.

Had a kill bill phase where he kept trynna pluck people's eyes out like Uma Thurman did the blonde shawty in the trailer.

He the type to silently sway with you in the kitchen at some ungodly hour, his hand on your hips, humming a song he doesn't know the lyrics to.

Stops mid sentence a lot just cuz he can't wrap his head around someone as incredible as you being his.

The biggest, goofiest smile on his face let's you know he's lost in lala land and hasn't heard the last 30 seconds of your conversation

But you find it hard to be mad when he's drawing hearts into your skin and staring into your eyes with so much love it catches you off guard.

Wants matching tattoos but the idea of someone getting that close to you makes his skin itch so that won't happen until he can do it himself.

Him and Manny have weekly hang outs where they each dish and gossip about their individual darlings.

His twin is the only other man he'd trust you to be alone with, and it's not a lack of faith in you, so much as it is a lack of faith in the rest of the world.

His older brothers are no exception to this rule, the rare times you do meet with them Marcos keeps it short and sweet, and he never leaves your side.

If you're a morbid little gremlin like he is, he will absolutely gift you the bones of his latest kill (after a deep cleaning ofc) he tells you they're just super realistic replicas 👀 and you have no idea it's the scumbag who hit on you a few weeks ago, nothing too serious just a finger bone or piece of skull.

Wants to get married yesterday, likes dropping subtle hints like,

"hm our ring fingers looks kinda empty👀" or

"Just hypothetically - like totally not serious but between these two venues which one screams happily ever after? 👀"

As much as his playboy past would lead you to believe he's the noncommittal type, you are his heart and soul, and he'd rather gut himself in a dirty street gutter then be with anyone but you.

The second he realizes he loves you he's got it in his mind that you're endgame, he will be your loving husband and you will be buried together.

Sends you those deep-fried semi scary memes and TikTok's when it's 3AM and he knows you aren't sleep.

He knows because he cloned your phone and can constantly see what you're doing.

Reads romance novels for ideas on how to well, romance you, because he heard you mention once that you loved how they portray love in the stories.

Sprays your perfume in the room when you're at school/work/away from him long enough and it helps to quell his possessiveness

Just barely though because you mention lunch and whoop look who's showing up, food in hand and mentally manifesting you say fuck it and just go home with him.

Sometimes he has these night terrors where you're just gone and he wakes up crying, chest heaving from the heavy pit that had formed, and god forbid you're not in bed when he wakes up because he needs to be held, needs to lay his ear on your chest and hear you're still there, still with him.

Tries to make you breakfast in bed once and gives you both food poisoning but on the bright side you stay in bed beside him all day and he finds all the running back and forth to the bathroom totally worth it.

You throw on one of his shirts in a hurry one morning and he is transfixed, talking absolutely gobsmacked by how tantalizing you look when you're completely surrounded by him.

Low-key sabotages your wardrobe by hiding your shirts when he knows you're in a rush just so have to wear something of his.

"Sorry baby, no clue where that pesky shirt ran off to buuut I just so happen to have this here wonderfully made Versace button up of mine that really makes your eyes pop :) how lucky is that huh?"

Sprays it with cologne the night before so if any mf gets too close they smell him.

Can't say no to you, like at all.

Type of mf to throw his stupidly expensive jacket on the floor so you don't have to step in a puddle because he seen it in a movie once. (You could have just avoided the puddle but he looked so proud of himself as he held your hand to jump over it you had to indulge him)

Horny drunk but also a super lovey dovey drunk.

Loves taking you to concert's, especially when his favorite metal bands are playing, being surrounded by the music he loves is only enhanced when he looks down and sees you enjoying it too.

Talks in his sleep, 50% of the time its terrifying, nonsensical, ramblings but the other half is all about you, even when he's unconscious, you're on his mind.

[neptuniadoesstuff]

"Syniaal of House Imyorem"

(Btw TW: Major scarring, so beware-)

Featuring 2 versions, one with his crown & one without.

I hab no qoute 4 him so just make up one yourself.

Btw he is a Dunmer noble who is a part of a great house made up by a frend of mine. (Who also owns this character but I was the one to made the design so-)

His original name was Adder'Synn Malkovich but in this version of him, he is not called that, for he is called "Imyorem Syniaal", a noble who rlly doesn't like Argonians so he just tortures them when they don't listen to his voice. (Also man mayhaps myordered his dad, maybe. maybe not, idk. (But now he's stuck in some child's basement as punishment-)

I generally tried to do a completely different art style, as in... semi-realistic... But then again I don't rlly like drawing in different art styles but I do this this was a bit fun to draw. Plus it was originally meant to cheer up my frend a bit bcs of what the hell just happened from the thing 2 days ago.

Character: Imyorem Syniaal aka AU!Adder'Synn Malkovich (@stridesthroughashes OC)

Art: MINE-

Program: IbisPaint x (Took me 3 & a half days bruh)

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my Blog's pinned project clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PEASE CREDIT ME!

[akhuna01]

TW: cancer talk, therapy, personal trauma, blood mentioned, mental health

I'm asking for ideas or input about creative ways to deal with trauma.

As many of you know (or if you've ever read the bio on my profile here), I've survived cancer twice.

The first one was diagnosed and successfully treated in 2016, and I thought I'd gotten over it (the second diagnosis was a LOT more dramatic and traumatic), but I recently told my WHOLE cancer story in art therapy for the first time and it really, really affected me. Usually just mention cancer #2, because it was the most recent, and it led to chemo therapy, which is the main cause of all my physical and mental illnesses.

I've been blessed to have gotten into an art therapy and ergo therapy program, thanks to my amazing psycho-oncologist (a psychiatrist specialising in helping cancer patients and their loved ones). It's really helped me a lot, and I'm enjoying it a lot, but so far I haven't been able to connect to my trauma. So I've 'just' painted, and created, and benefited from the support from the therapists and the group.

Now that I've finally talked about my story the repressed trauma has resurfaced and I've been encouraged to think of a way to express it through art.

Pottery is a first step, I've started to make a (semi)realistic figurine of my body, with all the fat rolls, and the asymmetric boobs. It was a difficult task and I got so nauseous from the process (from really thonking about my body image) that I nearly vomited. It was hard. The scars will go on with underglaze, which i expect will be equally as difficult.

There's a lot I want to work through, now that I seem to be ready to tackle it.

Body image and the big scars are one thing.

Another is the feeling that something has been stolen from me, organs and opportunities that I won't get back, and that I didn't 'consent' to - because it was necessary. And it had to happen so fast that there wasn't really time to mentally prepare for it.

Another is blood and shock. I'll spare you the details here, but cancer #1 was in my uterine lining, and the body's natural reaction was to expel/flush it out with blood. It was truly gruesome and i nearly bled to death over the course of 4 days, before I was dragged to hospital by my mother. I've had nightmares about that for 10 days now. Every night.

Then I have to think about expressing the terror of findjng out that I had cancer a second time, unrelated to the first one, and a lot more severely. The fear of being diagnosed a third time is a constant, and leads to a ton of anxiety around doctor's appointments.

I find it incredibly difficult to translate these things into art projects. It's a very personal thing, and I don't want to do conventional clichees (painting a canvas red to symbolize blood or something).

If anyone has any sort of tips for me, to work out an idea, or how to find symbolism that fits me - please tell me. I'm going to discuss this with my art therapist next week and maybe make a private appointment to work on that without the group, since it's a rather intimate thing to do. I absolutely trust her to help me on that, but I want to be active and work on an idea before I see her,ideally RIGHT NOW. I'm stressing out about it.

If you read all of this, thank you. Thank you for listening and sparing me a few minutes. It already helps a lot just to write it all down.

[windmermaid-blog]

#24: Takeomi Akashi

He is sadness incarnate and deserves a hug. I'll give him one 🫂

TW: smoking (?)

This time I tried giving the image a bit of an ethereal feel playing with the transparency of the smoke plume. I chose a different, real life picture reference to shape and fill it, to make something that looked less solid and heavy than the manga panel.

Also worked with several shades of pink to give depth to the scar. I know it's supposed to be an old injury and realistically the edges wouldn't look so sharp, but I liked the contrast with the soft curls of the smoke, the cloak edge and the hair.

Also, didn't find a real, manga canon eye colour? He is always in the background in the official coloured images and I can't discern the colour. But he feels grey. It suits him, a bit "colourless". I don't know, he gives me melancholic vibes, being the rainbringer and the "good for nothing" friend.

I combined several techniques I have been testing in these portraits: semi realistic hair, frayed inking, shiny metal colouring, and volumized black. Also, I forgot to mention it before but Sanzu and him are the first for whom I shaded the eyes in a different colour than grey, and I thinkit looks way better. They look much more alive.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

ALL I KNOW IS THAT THE ENDS BEGINNING

[ Plaintext: All I know is that the ends beginning ]

[ ID: Digital fanart of Dr.Habit from the game Smile For Me. It is done mostly in grayscale. The style is semi realistic leaning more on cartoony. The faint rough sketch lines are visible.

However his design is from my AU Roseverse. The changes are as follows. Habit is is fur covered. His face is gaunt and freckled with protruding furry cheeks, then fur-ruffles under his makeup-applied eyes, then a thin pencil stache with surrounding chin and neck hair. The middle of the neck is surrounded by a scar, and he has an Adams apple. His teeth are broken, uneven and he has one snaggletooth fang. His voluminous curly hair is more subdued and messed up, but he is clearly balding on one side too with stray hairs perking up.

The background is black with a very mild grey light at the centre, and covered over with static. In the centre is a bust of Habit till his freckled shoulders. He is done in mostly light grey tones, face is left in white with some blurry, sometimes splotchy, uneven shading. The dark grey is used for emphasized features of the face and contrast like eyes and beard. There is some blurring of the lines in various places. Habit has an expression of anger and sorrow combined, his wrinkled brow furrowing deep as his glass eyes crack and oil spills in long lines from them akin to tears. He scowls strongly and his eyes are narrowed. His head slightly tilts at the viewer, facing front.

White text written in a sort of cursive style above him reads, " And one night I realized". The text below him reads," I never had a choice. I'd have to give years for something I don't really care about "

At the very bottom of the drawing a small, widely round-surfaced candle burns with a small flame out of the darkness. It is a real picture edited in. End ID]

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Talk under the cut! This one's really personal. It's based on my experience, and was done during the same time. TW for very heavy topics, please heed the tags

These are the very words in a message I sent a friend:

"God dude it just keeps weighing on me that I have to give five years for something I dont really care about and very well much more

Realising how my chronic insecurity and constant abuse by my parents and loss of identity and them never supporting my interests at all is all correlated to trapping me in this golden cage

I wished I failed NEET

But then what could I have done to change it? Nothing in my life ever indicated strongly that the stream of Arts was a real viable option I should take. Except maybe like a few English teachers but they couldn't break my mindset

It's like I was fucking doomed from the day I was born to them to be unhappy

And now I have to work and work to be exactly what they want they wanted me to be all along

I cant take it I feel like ive been buried alive"

It was HORRIBLE. I went only for a few days to medical school, but every day I felt like dying. I really seriously wanted to kill myself. I have many times before, but this time the special dread of finality set in again like Judgement Day. I came home, the portion kept building and building, the teachers kept talking, the students kept talking and laughing, the building kept making me get lost, my family could only encourage me more, I couldn't take ANY of it. I HATED them. I HATED this WORLD. This cruel world. I cried until my eyes and heart ran dry when no one could see. I cried until I became nothing more than a hole in my chest and I called the suicide hotline and they couldn't help me.

And you know what? I fucking survived.

I'm here, bitch. I'm here and I'm breathing and I'm happy and I'm going to the stream I wanted, B.A English. I don't care if one more person has to be bewildered that I left MBBS. My precious life is more important than that.

It was like a miracle. I think God is on my side, for some confounding reason. There was a court case involving my seat for another student's, and I heard about the news right on the day I'd decided to "leave". I'd made plans and said goodbyes and everything. And there I heard it. Leaving school, hearing my aunt tell me, like a golden ray of light from heaven. Of course I jumped on the opportunity. No, don't fight for my seat. I've been very unhappy and in a dark mood. This is not what I want to do in life. I told my father this, and he surprisingly agreed. With his support I could be a little calmer about everyone else arguing with me not to do it. For once right now he did something right.

What can I say? I got admitted to an Arts college just yesterday. And this still evening felt like a fitting time to pull this out again and post it. Reminisce. On where I was and where I am now. Be thankful that the end began, but only the end of my old life and the beginning of a new one.

Thank you to every single stranger, friend and family member who was kind to me during this time. To that one fanfic creator who told me to hang in there, to my dear friend who heard out all my deathly woes day by day and held me tight in spirit, to my family who eventually came to support me and say I could do what I wanted(even if it was a hard process).

I will never forget that kindness. And now as I grow up into the world, and hopefully do what I want to do, I hope I can show the same kindness,

And I hope I will be happy.

[yourturntositcom]

Another of the physical descriptions posts. 2/? The rest of the roommates + their family Tw: mentions of scars, past abuse,

Kai: is the oldest of the roommates at 26, is 10 years older than Rio Ranger but they have a decent relationship despite it. Got a culinary degree and a job in the field, is a higher up at the company that Shin Alice and Mai work for, doesn't have any involvement with them at work though. Long black hair, black eyes. Nonbinary he/they pronouns with a slight preference for he, asexual and demiromantic. Very chilled out, hangs out with Qtaro and Mai because they have a similar vibe. 

Rio Ranger: 16 years old, 168cm tall and pale. Lives off energy drinks, Gashu has given up on making him stop. Is in Kugie's class and is rivals with them, they have been fighting for years. Uses they/he/she pronouns doesn't really care. Black hair that she dyes orange it is highly damaged looking, has a bunch of freckles. Is horrible at writing and struggles at school a bit because of it. Wears Kai’s old clothes cause they are the same size, wears braces they’re orange.

Gashu: just a guy in his 50′s, works in a highly demanding field and isn’t around that often but takes time to spend time with his family. Same old crabtashe mate. Has a few scars from being ex military but they are really old.

Nao: basically looks the same as Canon except her hair and clothes have a rediculous amount of paint on them. Normally wears graphic tees and yoga pants. Has a few burn scars on her hands from hot glue incidents, dried paint on her skin a lot of the time. Has a preference for acrylic paint and canvas, mostly paints semi realistic portraits and works as a freelance artist. A trans lesbian she/her pronouns, pretty lax about it though. Youngest of the roommates at age 19. Dating Reko and borrows her jacket when going out sometimes, at this point she owns half of them. Band aids on her arms from Reko making her treat her small cuts and burns.

[shinygoldstar]

Snowflake part 5 (DannyMay Scar)

*TW: flashbacks of portal accident- do they count as PTSD symptoms? (I'm sorry Danny you don't come out of accidents like this without trauma D:)

Part 1 | Part 4 | AO3 | Part 6

Maddie frowned. Opening a side cabinet, she took out a digital thermometer and handed it over to Danny while pulling out a chair from the desk next to her. "Here Danny, you can sit down on this chair and can you check your temperature for me please?" Meanwhile, she took Danny's left arm into her hands and lifted up his shirt sleeve to examine the glowing veins. She waved Jack over, "Jack can you please pass me the ecto reader? The one we use to check for radiation levels?" She didn't see Jack nodding but automatically took the reader when he passed it to her without taking her eyes off Danny's arm. Holding it over Danny's arm, she pressed the scan button, "Sam or Tucker, can one of you please hold the reader?" Sam quickly took over holding the device. "Thank you", Maddie said absently as she traced the veins up to Danny's neckline. "Danny you'll have to take off your shirt. We only had one ecto contamination case before this and your reaction is different from theirs. We'll need to take your measurements to determine how to decontaminate it."

 The machine beeped. Maddie looked at the screen. "4.8 That's- actually pretty high. Danny? Where were you when you said you got shocked?"

 Danny froze. "Umm-" he began. He looked at his friends, eyes pleading for help.

 Sam intervened, "He was at-"

 "Let him speak for himself, Sam." Maddie interrupted, looking at her son, "It's fine Danny, you can tell us. This is more important than you sneaking down into the lab Danny. We won't ground you this time for entering the lab unsupervised but please tell us where you got shocked at." Maddie implored pleadingly.

 "I- i-it was dark- the wall-" Danny stuttered out. Flashes of bright white light, followed by pain, hot, Hot, HOT, more pain. A scream rang out from somewhere, multiple voices screaming. All went dark. Silence. "-tripped-" His body felt tingly all over like he slept in a bad position. His arms and legs felt like noodles. Someone was saying something.

 "Danny- Danny. Are you alright?" Maddie gently tapped his right arm a few times to get his attention. She took the forgotten thermometer from his hand, pursing her lips. "97°F, that's still in the normal range but you do look a bit peaky" she observed, noting his sweaty pallor in the wan light. She quickly slipped off her gloves and took Danny's right hand into hers, two fingers lightly pressed against the inner part of his wrist. After a minute she released his hand gently and stood up "Your heart rhythm seems fine and so are your heart rate. Let's get you to sleep early and if you're still peaky tomorrow we'll take you to the hospital."

 They shuffled up the stairs leaving the eerily glowing circle arc behind them. "That's enough excitement for today I think", Maddie tried to lift up the atmosphere with false cheer, the worry lines on her face failed to lift the atmosphere, "Danny needs to get some rest. You two can visit him again in the morning." The kids looked worriedly at Danny who still looked pale in Jack’s arms. Jack gently placed Danny down on the living room sofa.

 "I'll drive you kids home" Jack offered helpfully.

 "Thanks, but I'll walk home Mr. F" "Thanks Mr. Fenton but I can walk home" came the quick replies from both of Danny’s friends.

 "Okay then kids, let us know when you get home safely."

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Later that night, Maddie and Jack returned to the basement lab to sample the wall surrounding the portal for electrical leakage. Jack took out the clamp meter to test the portal’s metal frames while Maddie inspected the rest of the lab for anything they might’ve missed. The day prior they had cleaned the lab, clearing out construction materials and other equipment so that they can properly test launch the portal without disruption. All the items they had kept are still in their assigned places. All except the lab uniform closet with its door slightly ajar next to an empty laundry basket. Maddie peered into the closet.

 "Jack? Have you seen Danny's hazmat suit?"

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**paraphrased from wiki on electrical injury (wiki is for semi-realistic plot purposes only and should not be relied on in real life emergencies. please read actual first aid guides from credible sources if you're using it for real life emergencies.):

For electrical injuries from household current if the person has no symptoms (erratic heartbeat, slow response/movements, etc) and no underlying heart problems (and not pregnant) further testing is not required. Otherwise electrocardiogram blood work to check the heart/urine testing for signs for muscle breakdown may be performed (at the hospital). Danny told his mom he only got lightly shocked. Since he was talking and moving around fine with no erratic heart rhythm with no other injuries (burns/etc.) aside from the obvious ecto-injury on his arm Maddie did not immediately take him to the hospital. None of the hospital doctors are well equipped to handle ectoplasm-related issues, the best people to handle it within travel distance are Maddie and Jack.

[piedrawsthings]

hello!! i like your art a lot, but can i ask for a scar or s*lf-h*rm tw on your semi-realistic mcefi drawing? thank you so much!! <3

Yea! I thought I had tagged scars but I guess I forgot it, sorry about that