#tw: s*lf h*rm

[elliesbelle]

[gladiatorcunt]

my icky feelings about drinking

[casandraspoems]

Happy Place(⚠️Trigger warning Self Harm⚠️)

What if my happy place is in a hospital bed?

Wrapped in a warm blanket from the dryer

Would that make me sick?

To miss that moment

There are so many things self harm shouldn’t be, but are

I had never felt more calm

I knew I would miss it

But I forgot how many ways it served me

[secretlifeoflyss]

currently thinking about the way death’s at my door is staged: TW for brief implied su*c*de attempt/s*lf-h*rm

Pony starts the song while sitting at the top of the church with the knife he just used to cut his hair still in his hands. Pony’s tired and he’s been holed up in that church with nothing but his swirling thoughts to keep him company while Johnny is out getting them more supplies. He starts singing about how death follows him, how he’s a danger to those around him, looking back at himself in the reflection of the switchblade.

Unbeknownst to him, Johnny’s returned with water and has been silently listening. And at that line, finally makes his presence known.

“That’s crazy talk Ponyboy” he says. And Ponyboy comes down to meet him on the next floor down. Pony argues about how he’s cursed and Johnny should “move on” and is “better off without [him]”.

Johnny has heard this before. He’s heard himself say those things before and hearing them coming from Ponyboy is scary. Especially when he sees the way the knife in Pony’s hand trembles, the way his eyes refuse to look at Johnny’s, solely focused on the white knuckle grip he has on the blade.

Johnny has mentioned wanting to disappear to his best friend before and was always met with warmth and love from Ponyboy, assurance that he still wants Johnny around. So that’s what he provides for Ponyboy in this moment. He comes closer, making Ponyboy hear him when he says “the reason i’m living is you,” which finally gets Ponyboy’s attention away from the knife.

And in the way someone would approach a dog with something between its teeth that it shouldn’t have, he holds out his hand. He lets Pony make the choice to give the knife back to him. It’s a reach that conveys Johnny’s worry for what Pony might have done with that blade if he hadn’t come earlier. It’s his relief when Pony gives it back and they close their hands around it in their promise to never leave the other alone.

And they smile because they know that while the world seems scary and dark, they’ll always be there for each other. Urging each other to go on even when things look bleak. And it’s with that comfort that they finally let themselves go to sleep for the night.

[harrietswriting]

Telling Dallas you SH

Dallas Winston x reader

An: Hi!! First post! Please send me requests if you have any because my writer's block is horrible :')

Tw: S*lf-h*rm mentioned (do I have to censor this?), Dallas being a little insensitive because he's Dallas, not proof read fully

I need to tell him. I need to. I think to myself as I walk up the stairs at buck's. I'm shaking and my heart is pounding. God, I do not want to do this. I hug my purse for comfort as I approach his door. I can do this. Just knock. I tell myself.

I take a deep breath as I bring my fist up to the door and tap it three times. I focus on my breathing and try to calm myself down. I hear shifting coming from inside the bedroom. I don't have to wait very long before Dallas opens the door.

"Oh, hey." He says. His hair is a mess -when is it not- and he smells strongly of cigarettes. He looks tired. He almost always looks tired, it makes me said.

God, Y/N, focus.

"Hey. Can I talk to you.. about something?" I say. My stupid voice is shaking. Gosh, am I dramatic!

He furrows his brows a bit and moves over to let me in his room as he says: "Uh, sure, yeah."

I step into his room. I'm still hugging my purse and suddenly feel embarrassed when I remember that I am. I set in on the dresser, but that feels awkward. Should I move it or-?

"So what'd you want to talk about? Am I in trouble?" His gravely voice cuts through my thoughts. I look over to see he's taken a seat on his bed.

"Oh- no. You're not in trouble," I can't help but smile a little. "I just need to tell you something." I make my way over and sit next to him.

He stares at me like he's trying to read my mind. I open my mouth but I can't will the words to come out. He must be able to tell how nervous I am, because he takes my hands in his and says: "I don't got all day. Out with it."

I stare back at him, but the nervous butterflies in my stomach tell me to look away so I do. I look down. No, no, I can do this. I can. So I look back up and without allowing myself to think blurt out.

"I harm myself."

His expression shifts and he's quiet for a moment.

"That's not funny."

"I'm not joking, Dal." I say quietly. I might cry.

He's quiet for another moment then let's out a breath.

"For how long?" He asks, not looking at me.

"[Amount of time]" I whisper.

"Jesus Christ." He says under his breath. He lets go of one of my hands and runs it through his hair before placing it on his thigh. "And you didn't tell me until now?"

I can feel my face getting hot and my eyes getting wet. "It- It's not easy." My voice is weak.

He looks back at me, hearing the sadness in my voice. His expression sadness as he gazes at me. "Don't cry, Y/N" He says in the most gentle voice I've ever heard from him. He squeezes my hand tighter. "I'm sorry, doll."

"You don't have to be sorry." I sniffle.

He rubs my arm with his other hand, and I can tell from his eyes that he's got a million questions. I might as well open the floor.

"What?" I ask softly.

He hesitates for a moment. He stares at me with these sad puppy dog eyes and it almost makes me feel worse. But then he hugs me. So I warm my arms around his neck and hug him back. I move into his lap because I feel the need to be closer to him, and I can tell from how he helps pull me into his lap, he needs to be closer too. He holds me tight and puts his head on my shoulder.

"I love you." He whispers into my ear.

"I love you too."

Dallas strokes my hair with his calloused fingers and kisses my forehead.

I pull my head back just enough so I can look him in the eye. "Dallas, I need you promise me that this won't change us. I don't want any special treatment or pity. I just want us to continue as we are, okay?" I say as sternly as I can manage, though my voice is still pretty quiet.

He nods, his fingers still tangled in my hair. "Yeah, okay. You're still you or whatever."

"Yeah. Still me." I smile a little. He smiles back.

"Am I supposed to say, 'promise to stop for me' or something now?" He asks, trying to lighten the mood.

I almost giggle. "No. That's so stupid. I hate that. Just... I don't know... say you'll always support me and stuff." I feel myself finally relaxing as he continues to play with my hair.

"Right. You mean the world to me. You're such a sweet person and I have no idea how I managed to bag you." He smirks a little when I smile. "You have done nothing but love me and care for me. Well, actually you annoy me a lot too. But-" He chuckles a bit when I give him a look. "Sorry, Doll. You are the most amazing person I know. So of course I will always be there for you as well. I'll listen and all the crap."

This time I hug him. I pull myself against him. He moves his hand from my hair and rubs my back.

"Damn, my speech that good?"

I smile. "It was good for you."

Dallas laughs briefly. "Whatever." He keeps one arm securely around my waist as the other continues to rub my back. The smell of his colone and cigarettes fill my nose in a familiar way. His body warmth is making me feel so safe and his tight hold feels like home. I'm glad I told him.

"I love you. Thanks for not freaking out." I whisper.

"I love you too."

"I'm glad I told you."

"I'm glad you did too. I have more questions though."

I sigh. "Of course."

~~~~~

An: Sorry to make the first fic a sad one! But this is something I struggle with and I'm so sick of reading fics that are so unrealistic and have no idea what they're talking about when it comes to sh. Please leave requests, beauties!!

[orangewisteria]

Hi! I'm the anon who asked you if you wrote for s//lf h//rm, so I'm here to request something related to it, that been said.

⚠TW: S3LF H4RM⚠ ⚠If you are triggered by this theme please do not interact, we care about your mental state! Thanks⚠

If it's not a problem could you maybe write separate headcanons for Cody, Alejandro, Duncan and Scott with a gn!s/o who they find h4rming theirself?

Thank you and Hope you have a nice day! <3

ᴰᴼᴺᵀ ᴴᵁᴿᵀ ᵞᴼᵁᴿˢᴱᴸᶠ ᴮᴬᴮᵞ

⚠ TW: S3LF H4RM ⚠

⚠ If you are triggered by this theme please do not interact, we care about your mental state! Thanks ⚠

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-> hes crying a fucking waterfall when he finds you

-> hes trying not to hug you so tight and never letting you go

-> hes frantically running around to gather badnages, napkins, etc etc to help clean up your cuts

-> Hes desperately babbling to you and pleading with you to never ever do this again

-> Saying how if you need to talk to someone or rant or feel like hurting yourself to talk to him

-> Please for the love of all that is unholy in this world talk. to. him.

-> hes not going to let you out of his sight for a while

-> hes gonna baby proof his house now

-> going as far as to lock the coupards that contain chemicals and sharp objects

-> he contemplates getting a safe but goes against it cause he knows for a fact hell forget the password and have to buy new knives for his mother

-> he lives with his mother btw its facts

-> back to the topic at hand

-> he more careful aroudn you

-> treating you like porcelain cause he doesn't want to accidentally heart you (due to your recent injuries)

-> he calls them boo boos by the way

-> hes loving and is willing to do anything to help you

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-> hes clsoe to tears

-> hes keeping himself composed so he doesnt break down and panic right at that moment

-> hes carefully dressing your wounds and whispering his worries

-> hes calling you all the name sin teh book

-> princesa, carina/o, etc etc

-> i dont know much spanish lolz

-> anyways

-> once youre all cleaned up and in bed

-> hes holding you close and running his hands along your back

-> hes not going to let you out of his sight or out of arms reach for the next few months

-> he worried

-> he doesnt want to lose the lvoe of his life

-> hes trying not to break down each passing day as he sees the bandages on your body

-> hes runs his fingers over them daily, hes frowning as he does so

-> he changes them daily for you too

-> wont let you do it cause hes going to take care of you

-> hes a worried dead donkey :(

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-> hes frozen when he finds you

-> hes confused and worried and angry

-> he wants to know hy

-> why would you hurt yourself

-> why why why why

-> thats all thats on his mind

-> as well as the fact that hes blaming himself for letting you get this low when he most likely could have prevented it

-> hes slowly and uncharacteristically quiet as he helps cleaning up your wounds

-> bandaging them and staring at the with no emotion whatsoever

-> hes pulling you to bed and laying on your chest

-> hes just laying there and listening to your heartbeat

-> his arms are around your waist and hes unusually quiet for the next few days

-> he doesnt want to leave the house cause hes feeling down and soft and yada yada

-> he loves you and would do anything for you so hes a but angry at himself and trying to deal with it

-> give him some time and hes back to his normal self with a hint of more care and softness for you <3

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-> Hes wailing and blubbering out words you cant understand as he bandages you up to the best of his ability

-> its not the best and his fumbling words nd shit are making you laugh at the stupid words you can't even understand

-> hes glaring at you while sniffling but he understadns somewhat why youre laughing

-> although hes puffing his cheeks and pulling you clsoe

-> hes mad at you for laughing but he hears himself and blushes bright red

-> hes holding you close and never letting go

-> hes just here man

-> he doesnt know what to do at this point

-> so he just holds you close to comfort himself and you at the same time

-> i dont have much for him due to the fact that hes not too good with words

-> he tries to comfort you verbaly and shit

-> but he sucks at it

-> hes better with physical contact

[armadillo-arts]

What are your personnal characterisation for owl houses characters that doesnt appear in the serie ? (Fang for luz, scars, blood pendant ?)

AAA bro the can of worms you just opened is huge. i doubt you were expecting an essay’s worth of headcanons but that’s what you’re getting.

ok so you listed a few of them already but i’m just gonna do an all extensive list from off the top of my head, if i remember any more i’ll add them later!

tw// mentions of s//lf h//rm and physical ab//se

* luz retains her fang from her titan form, and her hair stays a bit longer after she transforms back

* luz’s hair and nails also grow much faster in general post-titan form, and her hair is much thicker. if her nails get too long they’ll start to taper into claw-like points. her “WEH” also still retains a fraction of power, though nothing like king’s

* luz, vee, and camila carry a small vial of titan blood with them at all times while in the human realm once the permanent portal is built. luz is paranoid about losing a way back to the boiling isles and likes everyone to have a backup, just in case anything were to happen to the portal (again)

* luz, amity, hunter, and willow all struggled with self harm at some point, and the girls all have scars in various places to show for it. hunter’s methods were less “conventional” so they didn’t usually physically scar (though that doesn’t make his less damaging!! self harm has a lot of different meanings and no one way is more or less valid than another)

* hunter still has an assortment of scars though, from years of abuse from belos and within the emperor’s coven

* amity is also pretty scarred up from years of being her parents’ test subject (if their test on luz is anything to go by for how little they care about child safety)

* all the kids have at least a couple scars from assorted battles/mishaps. for example: luz having scarred fingertips from belos’ killing blow in w&d, and amity having a scarred stomach from where her dress is ripped in the king’s tide battle

* alador has freckles and he gave them to all his kids :))

* the whole squad have varying amounts of freckles tbh. i’m a SUCKER for giving characters freckles (luz got hers from her dad <3)

* amity’s original pink necklace doubled as a concealment stone to hide things about herself that odalia deemed “imperfect.” (freckles, scars, acne, etc). she gradually hid less and less of herself with the stone as she got to know luz, until eventually breaking it in escaping expulsion when she realized she cared more about luz than being perfect. seeing amity as truly herself with nothing to hide was part of what made luz fall for her on the spot

* luz and amity accidentally wore each other’s earrings one morning after amity slept over and just never went back

* amity starts wearing a lesbian pin to go with luz’s bi pin, and the other kids eventually all wear pride pins too

* vee has a flapjack tattoo as well! it’s on her inner right ankle, opposite to where gus’ is

* i haven’t worked out exactly what yet, but at least some of the squad have multiple tattoos (which i’ll be designing alongside the scar maps). luz definitely has the concept tattoo honoring her dad, for example

* vee molded her preferred human form to have camila’s eye shape, luz’s freckles, the signature noceda overbite, and hunter’s hooked nose. she wanted to resemble her mom and siblings :))

* luz and amity’s wedding rings are designed loosely after their grom crowns <3

* timeskip hunter has a patch on his apron for each of his friends, and timeskip luz has a patch on her pants for each of the magic tracks

* when gus tries beaded hairstyles he uses beads color-coordinated with his friends :)

* post w&d, the kids picked up multitracks at hexside: amity in abomination and bard, hunter in all tracks, gus in illusion, plant, abomination, construction, and oracle. willow i’m still on the fence about whether she’d take on any more tracks, but if she does, i think she’d pick up beastkeeping and/or illusion alongside plant, based on brief characterizations from a couple episodes

* luz and vee have to stay primarily in human school post w&d, but they go to hexside over summer breaks for their summer semester. luz stays on all tracks and vee joins beastkeeping, healing, and illusion

* vee definitely gets her own palisman, though i haven’t designed it yet rip

* the kids all get assorted piercings! luz has her earlobes, helixes, and septum, amity has her earlobes, helixes, bellybutton, and a nose stud (and maybe tongue?), gus has his earlobes and eyebrow, vee just morphs whatever she feels like day to day, willow has her earlobes, eyebrow, and nose stud/ring (maybe vertical labrel or snake bites), and hunter has his earlobes

* hunter’s facial possession scar stretches up through his opposite eyebrow instead of just across his nose as is in canon, and the rest of the squad give themselves eyebrow slits to match luz and hunter’s eyebrow scars :)

god i love being autistic, thank you for giving me a chance to talk about my hcs for these losers /aff. anyway it’s 3:30am, i just spent an hour writing these, and i have work in 8 hours so good night

[chexotica]

16+ 16+ 16+ 16+ 16+ 16+ 16+ 16+ 16+

♥︎Introducing...

MEEEE

call me ♥︎chex♥︎

(or chexie :3)

she/her

21 y/o

taken :3

autistic smol fluffy lap dog

nightmare blunt rotation fr

chex out my side blog for extra content and artist suggestions <3 @chexxymutts

what is my blog going to be like?

furry mlp invader zim hello kitty warriors nd idk watever else

mostly gunna be stuff of chex since i am her and she is me ;;_;

tw for refrences to and/or depictions of s*lf h^rm + drvgs - maybe sum suggestive drawings (16+ only)

chex reference sheet #chexref

THANK 4 READING !! I LOVE YOUUU !!!

[respiratory-kristem]

…

Kristopher Hoffmann! Most people just call me Kris

I'm nineteen!

He/They/It pronouns please <3

…You wanna talk? Yay!

red - xoran is speaking. He's a prick sometimes though

text - Fused. I'm really dangerous. Stay away from me when I'm like this.

purple - possessed. I'd… rather not talk about that, thanks!

Ability: Death of the guilty - the ability to sprout black tendrils in battle. When idle they take the form of wings and when the ability is deactivated they disappear.

(extra imagesunder the cut !! fused intro here)

MOD - @aredeemantagonist

TW, BLOG FEATURES THEMES OF MURDER, ABUSE, CANNIBALISM, SUICIDE, S€LF H@RM, ETC ETC. IT WILL NOT ALWAYS BE TAGGED, PROCEED WITH CAUTION

CURRENT EMPLOYMENT STATUS - WITH THE PORT MAFIA

CURRENT STATUS - ALIVE AND HUMAN

INFORMATION! Angst Facts!! Cosplay dump!! KRIS INFORMATION!!!! GO LOOK AT THIS NOW!!!! AU MASTERLIST!!!!!! A DAY IN THE LIFE OF KRIS diagonsis!!

FICS! Five Times I was Happy

FIRST TWO ASSASSIN OUTFITS

decay of angel arc design ^

[white-poppie]

heyy could u maybe do a fem reader dealing with sh? with kenma, bokuto, and hinata(separate) from haikyuu. like she accidentally reveals them and they notice it and they all just comfort her? thank u and have a good day!!

You drew st★rs around my scars

A/n: HUGE TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD! So sorry for delaying this anon, life has been complicated these days, I really hope it wasn't an emergency rq. Please don't read it if you are not comfortable, I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone, stay safe :)

TW: S*lf H@/rm, scars, bleeding, crying, distressful situations, poetical depictions of scars (please let me know if I am missing anything.)

NOTE: Please, in case anything is troubling you, do contact someone you trust or the national helpline of your country. It may seem that there is no point in living, but trust me, there are always things worth fighting for. Please don't hurt yourself you are far too precious to be scarred in this way. If you ever wanna talk, my DMs are always open, I have helped people before and it wouldn't be any inconvenience to help more people in need.

FInd the helpline of your country

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

The heat dampened your skin, as sweat rolled uncomfortably, sticking the clothes too close to your flesh than you would like. The salty beads of precipitation, made you hiss in pain as they rolled down the fresh, irritated scars; it was all too overstimulating.

The urge to scratch the skin over your pants was irresistible, it was a sort of double-edged sword that was ruining your comfort.

You sighed and decided to change into some shorts instead, it would prevent the sweat build-up that would irritate your skin.

The cool air of the aircon hitting your skin made it so much more bearable.

What you had forgotten in the midst of your discomfort was the fact that your significant other was in fact about to come from his practice soon. You two had planned a pizza dinner today.

"Oi Y/N?" he called as he removed his shoes before entering. You were in a state of comfort, half-bliss at the relief from the scalding sweat, it took you a few seconds before you could respond, panicking you grabbed your pants and tried to slip them over the shorts, "h-here." you called out, puffing as your voice cracked.

But Kenma was quick, agile and laser-sharp; all too cat-like for your liking. It felt like those scenes where the perpetrator was caught red-handed.

Your pants were half slipped up, only till your knees, giving a good view of the scar on your upper thighs, that lay just below your shorts.

You prayed, you hoped, you begged that Kenma wouldn't notice from that far, that the blood wasn't seeping from the fresh scars, that your lips weren't trembling in shame, that you didn't look so utterly defeated and ashamed.

So you just sat on the ground, all the effort you had put up for months, crumbling down all because of the heat -- you were far too careless. You sat on the floor, covering your face with your hands, the pants still bundled up to your knees.

Kenma was petrified, frozen, he had no idea what to do. His heart had dropped to his stomach when he entered and saw your scars in full display. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.

He watched you break down, his hands, shaking and itching to comfort you, to help you somehow, but he is just spell-casted.

"Y/N..." he whispered softly and tries to walk with soft steps as if trying not to startle a sleeping baby, "look at me, please."

He said as kindly as possible, as he sits next to you, his heart breaking at how you softly shake your head.

"Baby please, I promise I won't get mad," he said in such a soft voice, like you would break if he was a tad-bit too loud. You shakily look up at him, eyes red and blood-shot.

"You are okay," he whispered and pat your head, "let's get you cleaned up, alright, we won't want any infections." he said and offered you a hand.

You shakily kept your hand in his as he pulled you up, ordering you to set on the edge of the bed while he got the medical kit.

"Are you gonna leave me?" you asked a little strongly, almost hating how vulnerable you sound.

"Never," he whispered softly and settled on the floor with the medical-kit, "I would never leave you when you need me the most, and I am not saying it out of obligation, I am saying it out of love."

"You are not alone, not anymore, I promise I am never going to blame you for any of this," he said and brushed your hair back, as he sat on floor, gently applying some antiseptic on your thighs with a q-tip.

He makes a mental note to throw all the blades and keep the knives and scissors away from your grasp while you are sleeping to prevent this kind of incident from happening again.

"I love you and nothing can change that, we'll overcome this together, I promise."

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

Bokuto wasn't the smartest in the bunch, but he was perceptive of emotions, he noticed when people got quiet, he noticed when someone felt left out, he is always there in the sweetest way possible, his antics are just that adorable.

But right now, you wanted nothing more than to just tell him to go away, but you can't, you can't do that to Bokuto, you can't do that to your Koutaro. Even when you are on the verge of collapsing, your vision blurring as you gripped the sink to stabilize yourself from the roar of panic that echoed deeply within the caverns of your brain.

"Angel, let me in, come on," he knocks softly on the door, "I know you are crying, I'll- I'll give you space I promise, I just need to make sure if you are doing okay."

Bokuto knows how much some people value their personal spaces, it was never a problem for him, but he respected that, he would've let you be on any other day, but seeing the way you were acting for the past one week...he is scared. He is terrified of the mere aspect of you doing something reckless that might take you away from him.

"Kou, please leave me be, I just- I don't wanna see anyone right now."

"Baby, please," he almost pleads and you know he is going into his emo mode again, "I'll break the door Angel, but I am not letting you be, not like this."

You panic frantically as you hear that he will burst open the door, “Kou wait-“

“Get away baby,” he says as he braces himself for kicking the door down.

“3…”

Your heartbeat sped up, but you weren’t sure why, Koutarou’s reaction? Being scared that he would leave you? Or the fact that he was gonna break down the door and waste money for no apparent reason.

“2…”

You breath in deeply and unlock the door, standing behind it. You let him open the door.

Koutaro hugs you. No questions asked, no word spoken; just his muscular arms enveloped around your neck as he pulls you close by your waist. His lips rest on your hairline, just kissing forehead and rubbing your back, comforting you.

He slowly pulls away, and holds your face in his hands, no words needed to be spoken, you already know what he is asking, 'baby what did you do?'

You whimper and softly look down to your arms, not uttering a single syllable, seeing the beads of bloodseep into the sleeves of your t-shirt.

Bokuto gulps and looks into your eyes and then back at the sleeves. He held the fabric genty with his thumb and index finger, "I am gonna roll it up." He says and gently rolls it, careful not to hurt you. His throat turns dry and a broken gasp leaves his his mouth.

"Baby..." he says softly as tears line in his eyes.

"Kou I'm so sorry-" you sob and groan. You had been fearing that this day would come soon.

"Its okay," he says and wipes his tears and hugs you again, tightly, "I promise you won't be pushed to the edge like this again, we'll figure something out, alright?"

"We'll talk to a therapist, we'll- we'll figure something out, alright? You are safe, I'll protect you, I promise," he says and kisses your forehead as he cries again.

"I care about you way too much, please don't do anything reckless," he says softly and cries on the nape of your neck, even if you are the one who needs comforting right now. You nod against his t-shrt, your head buried in his chest.

"But baby you gotta promise me to tell me whenever you are itching to do something like this, whenever you feel as if you need to let the bad thoughts out, somehow, you need t talk to me. Give me a call if I am not here, I'll drive to you hell even run to you, barefoot if I have to."

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎

Hinata felt like a fool to have believed you when you said the scars that lay on your lower-belly were cat-scratches.

He noticed them when your shirt rode up a little while you stretched. the thin scars actually did resemble cat scratches, so he didn't think much of it.

Hinata was finally concerned when witnessed how you hissed when he wrapped his arms around your waist when you were doing something, or how you pushed him back a little when he poked your belly to get your attention.

For a long time he thought he had done something wrong, until he noticed how your smile was loosing its radiant glow that blinded a thousand suns, how your eyes seemed murky and grey instead of full-of verve...he knew something was very wrong.

"Did your cat scratch you again?" he asks suddenly and you are caught-off-guard.

"What cat?" you asked and he frowned.

"Love why do you have scars on your stomach then? Is someone bullying you? Hurting you?" he questioned softly, his eyes all observant and curious.

Your heartbreat fastened at the question, thumping widely against your ribs, "just nothing..." You said and internally groaned at your awkward reasoning.

"You know I am not letting you drop it, right? I care about you, even of it means that I am overbearing sometimes, I say all this out of concern, " he sighed, "I promise I won't judge you for anything." He says reassuringly, smiling with such glee that makes you tear up.

It felt as if you were cheating him, repressing your nature in front of him, but at the same time you wanted to conceal all of it. he was just too pure and you felt tainted...in the worst way possible, the irreversible way that can't be washed away like grime.

"Shoyo, I'm sorry," you whisper, "I-I hurt myself." You say as tears roll down your face.

"It got bad, I-I- relapsed, I tried to stop myself, I really did," you sob.

"You-you did this to yourself?" he asks bewildered, as if the concept of someone inflicting pain upon themselves is a foreign to him, "why?"

"It got bad Shoyo, my headspace wasn't exactly the best- I had stopped it a few years ago, took me all the effort, but I crumbled, I crumbled under the stress," you cry on his shoulder as he hugs you tightly, careful to not to touch the scars on your belly.

"I got you," he says as his lip trembles as he hugs you tightly,"I got you, I got you."

He breaks from the hug and looks at you, "promise me you won't hurt yourself- I'll figure something out, don't do this to yourself, you are so goddamn beautiful, don't hurt yourself like this." He hiccups and kisses your cheek.

"Are they new? Did you put rubbing alcohol on them? Bandage?" he asks, panicking a little.

You shake your head and he sighed, "I- sweetheart you should've cleaned them at least, they can cause an infection."

He sighs and asks you, "may- may I see them?" He questions softly and it makes your eyes widen, as you stare at him with shock.

"i promise I won't judge you, I gotta see them baby" he says softly and waits for you to roll up you t-shirt. He examines the scars on your lower belly, his heart breaking at the sight of how much you've hurt yourself, yet at the same time he is reluved that they don't see too recent, that means you didn't hurt yourself in the past few days.

He gently holds you by your waist and kisses your scars. A soft gasp escaped your mouth as he does this.

"Shouyo what are you doing?" you question, but he doesn' move, he just kisses your scars like its his lifeline, its ticklish but its so intimate that it makes you tear-up again.

"So frickin' strong," he mumbles against your skin, "I love you so much, I swear you are the most perfect person in this entire world. Your scars only make you look cooler."

He sighs and looks up at you, "but honey, you gotta promise you won't hurt yourself anymore, scars are cool, they tell your story, but I hate seeing you hurt yourself like this."

You nod hesitantly, "I'll try."

He smiles and rests his head on your skin, it doesn't matter to him, if there is a little trail of hair on it, or the scars littlering its expanse like constellations, he just loves you that much.

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[angelicchie]

finally redesign chie 🥹, I been wanting give her a redesign.

tw// s*lf cut h*rm

[gladiatorcunt]

what if just took a depression nap forever /hj

[rowiewritesstuff]

Yandere tfp smokescreen; nb tradesman reader? (And/or, separately) yandere soundwave x recovering s*lf h*rm addict?

Your yandere writing is one of a kind!

Yandere Soundwave X S*lfh*rm Reader

MASSIVE TW: S*lfh*rm and Su*c*d* Mentions. Probably the most fucked up of all the ones I’ve written so far. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! THX BABES

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You're not alone <3

You had been with Soundwave for a long while. He had taken you as a ‘pet’ because he’d found you interesting. He’s steadily grown to care about you over the time he’d held you captive.

You had often tried to escape the Nemesis. You had tried to leave the Nemesis when it was docked one time. He had caught you pretty quickly because of the security cameras throughout the Nemesis.

The next attempt, you jumped onto a flying Vehicon. The Vehicon obviously returned you right to the terrifying TIC, in fear of consequences. 

The next time, you made friends with a Vehicon. At first, you were just using them- but soon you actually began to care for ST3V3. You even called her Steve. Soundwave knew about your friendship, and allowed it. He was glad he didn’t have to chase you around anymore- it was getting tiresome for the old bot. 

Steve began to pity you, and offered you an escape. You weren’t sure- you had no clue what Soundwave would do to her if he found out. 

She insisted, and when the patrol was at its thinnest she decided to try and help you escape. With you stuffed in her subspace, she started towards the exit. Sadly for you, Soundwave already knew. He waited right at the exit Steve was meant to take.

“U-uh, Soundwave sir! What can I help you with?”

Before she could get another word out, the silent mech grabbed onto her with his tentacles. He slammed her into the ground and began to rip open her subspace. Steve was screaming in agony as he ripped her chest open and pulled you out. Other Vehicons saw, but did nothing- they couldn’t. 

Soundwave held you in one tentacle. Using clipped together voices lines from Steve to mock you, he said “This is what- happens when you- try to es-ca-pe.”

Without a second to waste, he drove his sharp talons into Steve’s spark. You screamed at the gory sight. “STEVE! NO! GOD NO, WHY?!” His blank visor stared at you. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?! I HATE YOU!” 

Soundwave then electrocuted you, sending you into darkness. When you woke up, you were in your ‘room’. It was really just a giant glass box with necessities. Soundwave had taken out all the sources of entertainment. When you looked outside of your cage, you fell to your knees. 

Sitting on a table in front of you was Steve’s head. You could tell it was theirs because it had the small scratching on the paint spelling out “Steve”. 

That’s when you realized you were never getting off of this ship. Days passed by, and Soundwave checked on you every few hours. Whenever he would poke or prod at you, you’d turn away. You were slowly losing the fire he saw in you at first- that’s good. He was tired of you trying to escape all of the time. 

One night, you had nightmares of Steve’s death. She was blaming you- and she was right. You shouldn’t have tried to get away. You killed her. 

You could hear her voice echoing in your head as you made your way to your bathroom, where your razor was.

When Soundwave found you, he panicked. He quickly rushed you to Knockout who treated you to the best of his knowledge. 

Soundwave then realized he took it way too far. He should have never killed them in front of you. You are human! You’re fragile- he should have remembered that. When you were stable enough to be moved, he made sure your enclosure was free of anything you could use to hurt yourself- anything heavy but light enough to hold, forks, even spoons. 

Your room was more locked down than a mental health hospital. 

When you came to, you cried. You didn’t want this. You wanted off this ship. You yelled and screamed at Soundwave- and he let you. He read on the internet that humans had to get their emotions out. When you stopped, he picked you up and cradled you. You didn’t have any energy to fight him as he rocked you back and forth. You didn’t want to- you wanted this comfort.

Soundwave forced Knockout to learn about human mental health so he could give you regular appointments. Knockout carefully began manipulating you so that you’d start realizing all that Soundwave had ‘done’ for you. Mostly because he didn’t want to spend time babysitting Soundwave’s human- but he’d never say that to Soundwave’s face.

Slowly, you got happier. You were starting to fall in love with Soundwave- and he was glad for it. Soundwave never left you alone- which meant that you always went to him for comfort. He began giving you anything you wanted now that you weren’t fighting him.

Megatron and Soundwave had some high-grade one day while you were sleeping under Knockout’s supervision. 

Soundwave used voice clips to explain the situation.

“Ah, like a true Decepticon. Maybe I should grab a human pet sometime as well. There was one I’ve had my eye on for a while.” 

Soundwave held his hand out to reveal a small key. It was to his enclosure for you. He always thought that another friend for you would be nice- now he had an actual reason to grab one. 

[jiminsfirstlife]

HOW BTS MEMBERS WOULD REACT TO YOUR SU*CIDE

tw// death and suicide

jin

"this can't be real... no! you're lying to me! y/n would never do that!"

finds out in the military and gets in truble by the officers bc he stops listening to their commands becos he's too depressed and doesn't care about life anymre

Namjoon

"nah, you're tweaking. get up man. y/n this isn't funny. y/n. Y/N! y/n..."

thinks ur pranking him at first becos u guys alwasy prank eachother but he finds out its not a prank and immedialty calls an ambulance. accidenally calls 911 instead 119 bc hes american

Jungkook

"y/n... you told me you would stop... i should've paid more attention.. i'm sorry for failing you"

knew about your history with s*lf h*rm but u told him u stopped doing that so he thought u were okay but u werent and he didnt realise until it was too late

V

"...Oh. okay. thanks for telling me"

doesn't really care

Suga

"y/n.... you should've talked to me.."

is depressed for a while but he writes a song about u and now army's post the song lyrics whenever another army kills themselves

Jimin

I hope this wasnt triggering for any army's army's pls know that help is always available if ur feeling s*uicidal the boys love u all so much pls use this post as a reason to neever hurt urself bc the boys would be so sad. 💜

[chiara-hotel]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

As stated above. I did research the topic a bit more to understand it because I've never been diagnosed by it. Also, I do know everyone's depression looks and feels different. Characters: Sigma TW: Depression, Su*c*de, S*lf H*rm

Sigma:

- On the outside, Sigma will seem like the best case in this scenario. But deep inside hes questioning if what hes doing is okay or if he made your depression worse

- He will cuddle you or comfort you when you feel down, he may not be the best with words but he tries

- Also invites you to the casino or his workplace if you need him to be there with you

- Encourages you to talk to him if you feel anxious/sad/hopeless

- If you cry hes really going to doubt himself with taking care of you but he’ll still say things like “it’ll be okay” or something like such

- If you have any thoughts of self harming, he might take you to a doctor right away because he doesn’t want you hurting himself

- Especially if he walks in on it, he will grab the knife in your hand by the blade to get it out of your grasp (even if his hand needs stitches by the end of it)

- After that he’ll say somethings like “please don’t die, I love you so much I can’t imagine the world without you” while hugging you for dear life

- He will encourage you to talk to him, do some activities, eat & sleep regularly

- Speaking of which Sigma makes sure you sleep on time. By that, he’ll even sleep early for you.

- On the topic of eating aswell, I don’t think Sigma would cook much but I think he would try to learn just for you if needed

- Also might add some vitamins such as B or D in the food so you can have more of them.

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[lottiestudying]

Hi! Please ignore if too personal, but what are generally the reasons for your psych ward stays? Sending strength.

TW / slf hrm & su*cid*l idea*i*n, mental illness incl psychosis

hi there!! generally speaking it’s for s*lf h*rm / s*uicid*l ideation + psychosis + crippling insomnia + anxiety & depression. it’s really a case by case basis, depending on how you’re coping and what beds are available. sometimes i go to hospital and get admitted, other times i don’t. it really just depends

i finally have a case manager tho, so hopefully my admissions and presentations will decrease a bit with more help in the community