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#tw: s*lf-h*rm#pray for me y’all lol#visiting my family tonight and let’s hope my mom doesn’t comment on my scars…#they’re a little obvi!!!!#don't need her asking why i'm doing this shit to myself#very much do not want to explain my bpd and ex bullshit rn#v#belle speaks
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my icky feelings about drinking
#my mom telling me she thinks i’m gonna be an alchoholic bc my dad and my his mom are#and i have an addictive / obsessive personality where i rely on coping mechanisms instead of therapy or something#so i know i shouldn’t ever bc i genuinely will get hooked beyond repair but like#thanks for not having any faith in me idk#my dad also has drug issues so those freak me out too#i feel so weird not being able to recreationally drink or do drugs like mutuals but it just makes me feel. idk. awful inside#also i’m paranoid and highly anxious#it just wouldn’t be fun for me#i say that when i have a caffeine and s*lf h*rm addiction#and being bipolar or smth in that vein so i’m hypersexual to the point of harm#(to myself)#📜.scrolls#hard drugs cw#drugs cw#tw alchohol mention#tw self h4rm
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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
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having an adult acknowledge your experience w the church as traumatic is so . yeah. feels validating
#we’ve always sort of hesitated to use the word trauma for ourselves?#i think we downplayed our experiences a lot#but like. church is literally why we started to s*lf h*rm#and having our therapist acknowledge our experiences as traumatic is just. goo#confluence.txt#ask to tag#religion tw#sh tw
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💗🎀Intro Bc It’s About Time I Did one At least Once- :33 🦋
Hiaaa My Names Cait! Im 14 And welcome To My lil Safe Corner On The Internet! >< I’m A Very W3rid S1ck Person and I’m hyper self aware and can present very w€r1dly depending on my mood I Have Bad M00d Sw1ngs (IM NOT V1lo1€nt I jst H@t3 Myself<3) D@rk Th0ught$ + $€lf-H@rm + My €d / B@d Life😭 And I Mainly Post About My D1$0rd€r£d €@t1ng Habits or just random little silly thoughts I get!! >< , I try Tw Almost All My Posts Tho! Im Not Supp0rt1ng Or W1shing This On anyone, Were all S1ck!!! + Block Don’t Report‼️ you have Your safe space let me Have mine, Please?
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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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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. 💜
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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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what if just took a depression nap forever /hj
#raw dogging mental illness unmedicated makes everything so fucking hard#like i’m trying to fight off a spiral/episode#but i’m getting so stressed and overwhelmed because i’m too depressed to do anything#tw sui ideation#📜.scrolls#🫁.vent#i’m also trying not to relapse & s*lf h*rm
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Yandere tfp smokescreen; nb tradesman reader? (And/or, separately) yandere soundwave x recovering s*lf h*rm addict?
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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 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.
#tw selfharm#tw#tw implied suicide attempt#tw depression#tw yandere#yandere soundwave#knockout#tw kidnapping#tfp x reader#yandere transformers#tfp soundwave#yandere tfp soundwave#transformers prime#read the warnings#maccaddam
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What's the swingset AU. I am hellbent on this AU rn and like pls yap about the lore 🙏
Aha.... Buckle your seatbelts this will take a while. (TW for mentions of s*icide, s*lf h*rm and death in general under the cut. Also omori spoilers. But that's probably to be expected)
Swingset was first an idea. Probably around early 2024??? I'm not sure but!!! I didn't actually plan to write anything about it until I got the idea for it and started writing the fic my last week of school (so it updates every wednesday)
The au itself... Hhhh yeah. Basically, the incident happens as normal, but Sunny doesn't have headspace and whitespace to slip into in his mind, and is fully aware the whole time Basil is doing the hanging and stuff or Mari. Sunny decides it's for the best and kills himself, hanging himself on the same tree Mari was already hanging on only like. Minutes later. (First chapter). Basil leaves before Sunny does that so he doesn't know it happens.
The rest of the gang (+ Basil is dragged along) and they find Mari and Sunny!!!! Yay!!! (Sarcastic yay) Anyways in short they react badly but Kel probably has it the worst because he's a little delulu in this au. Basil is close behind tho.
Kel twists the incident to Mari and Sunny making a swing and. Yeah. Au name!!! He also makes up fake versions of Sunny and Mari (and also everyone else, because the group fell apart) to hang out with. In other words, Kel needs a schizophrenia diagnosis. Everyone copes horribly (Basil. Well. Self harms. And generally is probably going insane.) (Hero bedrots like in canon but longer) (Aubrey bullies Basil at first but they make up and form a sorta sibling bond!) (not gonna spoil the exact thing but Aubrey will be traumatized further)
There's!!! A lot of stuff going on. Kel has all his fake friends (before the group reunited because of a certain incident!) - and also ghost Sunny and Mari (who age like ghost Mari does in canon because i said so) exist but they're not too important outside of the good ending.
I don't keep count but i think there's a total of 8 something's total. Canon something (Mari something, Maris hanging body), Sunny something (Sunny's hanging body), canon something (Mari at the bottom of the stairs, Basil's something), Noosething (Basil's extra au something (tying the noose which leads to Sunny's own suicide), Basil something (Aubrey's extra something. Not spoiling it for now...), Kel something (bad ending) and hero's very hd quality something's (he looked at the bodies too long ig)
Everyone has the sunny and mari somethings. Basil has 4 total. Hero and Aubrey have 3 (sunny, mari, their own bonus) Kel repressed his two but they still show up in the shadows sometimes :)
Basil is. Where do i start. He actually is completely delusional. Completely. More than Kel kinda. He also hears voices. He almost kills someone trying to kill himself (spoilers), and overall almost kills himself like. At least thrice. He doesn't take care of himself. At least Aubrey's there to help!
On a sorta wholesome note, everyone gets their hair dyed!! They do it to 'help' Kel to snap out of his delusions (it makes it worse) (kel does snap out of it at some point! But it might just be too late for it by then :) )
For the fic itself it's 11k ish words and 4 chapters at the moment.???? I have 20 chapters planned total plus two bonus ones so. Ouch. that's gonna be fun to write. I take the au itself seriously but the extra drawings i do for it... Ehhh not so much.
I have this gem of a doodle (vision basil and real basil) i frankly don't remember when i drew this. I probably was half asleep and it was like 2 am.
I plan to rework the old reference sheets i have and hopefully do the fifth chapter today and tomorrow! I don't actually wanna spoil much but definitely keep an eye out for some post!!!
Yippie! Read below ↓
mind the warnings (although since you made it this far, you probably don't care!!)
#omori#omori au#tw suicide#tw self h4rm#tw sh#swingset au#← scroll through the tag for older art and designs and info!!! it may be outdated!!#no im lying it DEFINITELY is outdated. i promise I'll work on the designs uaghdhd
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#bpd#cluster b#depression#npd#aspd#self h@rm#schizophrenia#actually borderline#actually narcissistic#personality disorder#histrionic personality disorder#major depressive disorder#did#osdd#osddid#system#plural system#plural#anxiety#ptsd#sh#ed
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Hey hi! Just a tw psa
Just wanted to pop out a general reminder to everyone since todays @ailesswhumptober prompts hit or and/or lead to writing on topics that are common triggers.
If you have self harm, suicide, or death in your post, thats totally fine! Just be extra sure to tag it well please! Those topics and that content hits really really hard for a lot of people, so be a good neighbor and help people who don't want it on their dash filter out that content 🥰
Messing with the letters (eg: s*lf h*rm, sulclde, de4th, etc) will help you dodge the tumblr filters, yes, but that's not a good thing. Those filters help keep other people safe. So tag things loud and proud, lovelies.
Please <3
#suicide mention#self harm mention#death mention#whump community#in related news#im likely going to be offline the rest of the day#if you need me ill be on discord#love yall lots!
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The Maze in My Mind
TW: There is a portion in the middle of this piece where I seem to refer to the urge to s*lf h*rm, but I am not referring to that, I am referring to metal music in a very violent way and graphic way as it’s where my passions lie.
To walk through the dark corridors of the mind, a maze of endless hallways with no escape. The promise of freedom at journey’s end, but no way of reaching it.
Someone who you should be takes control of your body, and without realizing you embrace the facade of being her, “I am her” you say to yourself “I have always been her. Who else could I be” you don’t even notice the tears falling down your face as your arms move to the dance of the wrong symphony.
And yet you cannot curse the puppeteer, for you know she has no way of knowing that you are there, she thinks she is you and that you are her after all, and she has every right to be there as you do.
What brings you joy in the darkened corridors of the unconscious is the sound of anger and rage, of the screaming of crowds for the people so free that they made their freedom into their creative passion. The lyrical grime of vocal cords being scraped with knives into a microphone, the pain part of the freedom. Oh how you crave that pain, but with no voice, how can you bring your song to the world? With no hands of your own, how can you guide your fingers across the guitar strings as they do? How do you scream with no mouth?
And when the puppeteer does find you, and you realize she is no puppeteer but a victim of the same heinous crime as you, the crime of the unself, how do you greet her? Do you greet her as she would greet herself, or would you greet her as you would as yourself? Can you even be yourself, knowing that others perceive you so differently, have you even the ability to after so long pretending to be someone you weren’t without even realizing?
Who knows.
Perhaps with time it will come easier, it has so far.
That’s what got me through the void of the mind, hope.
And I hope one day I can learn to show my face with no filter.
Written by June
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