#tw:selfharm

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine the rest of the Avengers cast finding out you’re a self-harmer.

It felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room. Vacuum-sealed. All sound had gone with it too, just a complete silence falling over the room. You felt that you couldn’t move. Couldn’t hide the scars that criss crossed your upper thighs. The still healing cuts from two days before, when you had been on your own, feeling overwhelmed and needed to gain some sort of control over yourself. It was bad enough that your castmates were seeing you in your underwear right now, but even worse that they were all looking right there. The mega-stars of your generation. Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Mark Ruffalo, Jeremy Renner, Robert Downey Jr and Scarlett Johansson.

“What happened?” Chris Evans was the first one to ask, walking in. Of course it would be him. With his own anxiety problems, he could understand. But you saw in his eyes that he wanted you to say something like you were in an accident or - or mugged, or something, just so that it was something that could be healed and moved on with. But you couldn’t say anything. You just hung your head in shame as your stylist finally grabbed you the pair of pants that you were planning on wearing to the event tonight, and you slipped them on, zipping and buckling securely.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked, avoiding the question. Trying to pretend that they didn’t see what they knew that they saw. Robert and Hemsworth were looking at each other now and Scarlett was stepping past Chris to come up to you.

“We were uhh -” Mark Ruffalo said, looking sheepish. “- we planned on surprising you? It was just a stupid prank, really...”

“What happened?” Chris Evans asked again, this time cutting off Mark. Scarlett put her arms around your shoulders and dropped her head onto one of them, hugging you quietly. You looked away from her. From all of them. Even your stylist, who had been keeping your secret for over five years now remained silent.

Jeremy came onto your other side and hugged you as well. Chris then. Both of them. Mark. But not Robert. He was the one who stood near the door with his arms crossed, looking at you. Evans understood because he knew anxiety. But Robert understood because he knew addiction. It was because of that look that you opened up and let it spill. It was only an hour until you were on the red carpet, and make up artists had to be called into your room to fix Scarlett’s eyeliner and to make the guys eyes look less red because they cried with you, they cried for you.

“You can turn to us whenever you need it, you know,” Chris Hemsworth said, towering above the rest of you. He ruffled your hair which made your hairstylist gasp with horror.

“Now that we know, you’re going to have a hard time getting rid of us, actually,” Scarlett said, kissing your cheek, and wiped off the smudge that was made by her lipstick.

“You guys don’t have to-” You started, but Robert blew you off with a very Tony like wave in the air.

“We don’t have to do anything - except what’s in our Disney contracts. This - we’re doing cause we love you.”

Requested by: Anonymous

[iconographic-propaganda]

"Enucleation"

"Enucleation"

The gaze itself is sin- that which spouts, that which starts

A gaze removed, a thought removed

A thought removed, the sin removed

INPUT REQUIRES SIGNAL

CUT THE SIGNAL

CUT THE SIN

I feel I must pluck my eyes

I want them gone, the thought, the sin

The gaze will spawn a thousand thoughts

And each so far worse than before

ADMISSION OF GUILT

Through abuse, the image is burned to mind

WHERE ONCE WAS WALL AND BARRIER

NOW IS PLEXIGLASS

THE VEIL IS PIERCED

And I can see it in dream IN ABSENTMINDED THOUGHT

EXPEL

EXPUNGE

Should I cleave my hands for their input?

Should I cleave my eyes for bearing witness?

Should I rend my mind for allowing this to pass?

Is there a way for it to end?

[faggylilpunk]

Finnaly made a tumbler! Anyway, haiii! :3 i am albert, i am a punk dragon dino!

What to expect:

very leftist ideologies

Politics

16+ posts

A lot of photos of me and cass

Talk of crimes (anything serious will have a tw and be tagged appropriately)

Furry & therian content (tho less common)

Punk diy stuff (i plan to make some tutorials for a lot of the diy stuff I've made<3)

F-slur/T-slur (I am reclaiming them but will have them tagged as #f-slur and #t-slur if they bother you ofc! Not changing my @ tho, it kinda means something to me qwq)

I may post words like slut, whore, and other degrading terms, they will be tagged as said word (ex: #slut) so you can blacklist the tag ^^

I may talk about themes of self harm, violence, abuse, or explicit substances, all of which will also be tagged! (Ex: #selfharm #tw:selfharm) but i will also have a more descriptive trigger warning for heavy subjects like self harm, sa, abuse ect. If you dont wanna fully blacklist the tag ^^

Some of my patches will have things that fall under these^ o will likely not go through the effort of censoring and i might not tagg it unless it's fairly close up so if it really bothers you just block me ^^ no harsh feelings

This isn't a 18+ blog, nsfw pfps will be blocked to keep ppl safe, my cusion follows me

Do not interact if:

Nsfw pfp

Anyone else, feel free to argue and talk shit, i will put nazis, pedos, fascist, zionists, zoos, racists, and who tf else i hate in thier place or just block ya after trying lol

About me:

trans masc/enby person (gender bxy)

therian/otherkin identifying with a dinosaur-esk dragoniod (yes, I'm aware I am human -_-)

I am a plushum, meaning I have romantic and/or sexual attraction, twords plushies. I consider my bunny plush one of my partners bc i love them very much

Furry

Pansexual and arojump (under the aromantic spectrum)

I am diagnosed with autism, adhd, dyslexia and dysgraphia

Self diagnosed and peer reviewed with social anxiety, gender dysphoria (duh), bipolar disorder (not sure which one yet tbh but it's exstreamly obvious to my bipolar partner lol) and potentially dyscalcula but im not fully sure so take with a grain of salt

Mutual/social anarchist, i really wanna be able to set up a free market where I live one day

I am very vulture culture, frequently bring home dead animals to burry for respect and bones

Very left leaning if it isnt obvious enough

I've been called the f-slur & t-slur a few times. Now i call myself that because what ya gonna do if I already call myself those oh so scary words?

Im atheist and dont believe in any form of life after death but like I support yall having freedom of religion, pagens, Christians, Muslims, Satanists, like go for it, I just simply cant understand the idea of a greater purpose

I grew up where slurs were used casually. I have racist redneck family. Thankfully, I grew up to realize wtf is actually wrong with that side of my family ?-? You can break out of shitty thinking, there is no excuse for racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, ect. Like get a life

I try my best to support, but we can only walk places, and we frequently eat outta dumpsters

More will be added as i think of stuff

[maplewoodstreet]

TW:selfharm

I am a self-destructive, toxically self-conscious, self-esteem-less, mentally ill pervert that cannot hold myself together to save my life. I hurt the people I love until they can't stand to be around me anymore and I don't know how to not do that. One step forward, three steps back. My inner critic wants to kill me. I want to hide away so that I never hurt anyone again, but everyone begs that I don't, only for me to be burn them again.

I don't understand what I need to do to fix this. I don't know if I am fixable.

[chbbybby]

tw:selfharm

some nights i crave how it felt to hurt myself. i miss the pain i caused myself. it has me in a choke hold. is this what addiction feels like.

[nerdylocksandthethreebears]

Tw: self harm

And when Peter wakes up, the most terrifying thought hits him: what if Tony doesn’t let Peter see his baby? What if when Tony dumps him, he’ll lose his mate and the only thing that actually makes him feel whole anymore?

Because his baby doesn’t care if Peter is fat and ugly. He only cares that Peter takes care of him and loves him. Peter doesn’t have to worry about being attractive when it comes to his kid.

And he works himself up into such a horrible fit that he’s hyperventilating, scratching at his chest, pulling at his hair.

It gets so bad at one point, that he’s definitely bleeding. But he can’t stop panicking; he can’t live without Tony and their sweet, perfect, beautiful baby. He can’t.

And maybe Tony finds him at this point, after putting the baby down? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Tony comforts baby when they wake up but since they are so young it doesn't take long for them to fall asleep again.

Cut to Tony going to check on Peter and finding him in a total state. He is having a complete breakdown, cheeks stained with tears, nails stained in blood and he is just gasping for air, scissors in his hands and Tony doesn't even want to know what Peter was thinking of doing with them as they approach some of the looser skin on his stomach.

Tony takes quick work of taking them off of Peter and just swallowing him in his arms, securing the man's arms by his sides so he couldn't hurt himself. He holding him so close, kissing his cheek and crying along with his mate, just saying everything about Peter that he loved, over and over, just desperate for his mate to be okay.

[kp-alice]

Fading Grids | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

Genre: Angst, but also fluff with a cute ending since this is a comfort fic

- While I did write this with Jaehyun in mind, you can find the other members’ versions here on my AO3 account. Their fics are identical to this one, I just changed the names so it could be about the member you want. -

Length: 3 599

Summary: Ever since you’ve met Jaehyun, it felt like a new light has shone into your life. Even the smallest gestures from him made you feel cared for and loved, a feeling you hadn’t felt in forever. However, you couldn’t help but worry. Worry about the day he would find out your long-kept secret.

Or, in a less poetic way, the day that he’d find out about your self-harming habits.

A/N: This fic is not meant to romanticize self-harm in any way and is mainly focused on the healing aspect of it and overcoming it with another person by your side. There are also no graphic descriptions of it, so I hope it doesn’t trigger anybody. As someone who has experience with this kind of issue, I know very well that there is nothing romantic about this and it’s a serious topic. However, as other fics with this kind of theme have helped me feel better in the past, I wanted to give back to the community and hopefully make someone feel even the tiniest bit better :)

And remember, you are strong, you are valid, you are worth something. Even if it might not seem like it right now, there are many reasons for you to keep going. Life will get better, and all that you might be dealing with right now will only make you stronger in the future.

It was yet another peaceful evening of lounging on the couch, doing absolutely nothing in an attempt to relax after a hard day. The lights in the living room were dimmed down, making the room feel that much cozier. The TV was on, illuminating your lying figure in an unnatural white. It only served as background noise, however, as you were mostly just looking at things on your phone. 

You could hear Jaehyun shuffling around in the kitchen, most likely making himself a quick snack after coming back from work a little while ago.

You smiled to yourself as you heard the quiet rustling in the other room. Your apartment used to be so empty, so quiet. Void of life, even with you in it. Colorless. But now, with Jaehyun finally moving in with you, it felt like your home was glowing. Everywhere you went, you would see small things that would remind you of him, even if he was away. His warm hoodie thrown over the chair that he would always beg you to wear. The tall vase full of beautiful flowers that he gave you when he took you out on a date last week. Hell, even just seeing the second toothbrush in your bathroom made you smile. 

You weren’t alone anymore. There was someone who cared for you now. A sun that brightened up not only your apartment, but your life as a whole.

Hadn’t it been for Jaehyun, you might not have been here anymore. As dark as that sounded, it was true. It felt as if he was an angel sent to you last minute to give you hope again. The will to keep going.

You still remember those days. Each passing day, you were growing more and more certain that your end was coming soon. With each new mark on your body, you could feel yourself slipping further away. You can still recall that same feeling of emptiness overcoming your heart and soul. That feeling of mindless surviving from one day to another.

Then he came along.

He didn’t know about them. There was no pity in his interest in you. He wasn’t caring just because he would have felt guilty if he didn’t do anything. He genuinely saw you as someone beautiful and interesting. 

And that’s what stung the most.

You feared the day that he would find out. When he would finally see you for who you were - someone fake, someone unstable, a liar. You imagined it over and over, a different scenario each time. Will he find out in the summer, when you’re constantly struggling to keep every scar hidden? When you have to keep coming up with believable lies as to why you can’t wear dresses and shorts, like all normal people do? Or will it be by accident? When you’re changing out of your clothes and he walks in on you unknowingly? Or will he-

You could go on and on. There wasn’t a single day where these kinds of  thoughts hadn’t occurred to you at least once. And all of them ended the exact same way every time. With him being shocked, angry, and disgusted. With him promptly breaking up with you and leaving you, along with the light he brought into your life. Leaving you in the dull darkness once again.

You felt like you were going crazy, the pressure and fear building up in you each day making you feel like you were drowning.

It had to stop. You had to stop.

And so you did.

You told Jaehyun.

It was about two or three months into your relationship, during one of your usual movie nights. Well, you called it a movie night, but it was more or less just a giant cuddling session, really. It surprised you as well how quickly the two of you have grown close. You would almost never let anybody get that close to you in such a short span of time, so how did you end up like this so soon? And why did it make your heart rush with excitement every time?

You guess Jaehyun just really had that much of an effect on you.

He was perfect in every way. Caring, loving, respectful, patient, oh so patient with you. It took just a single look from you for him to know if you were or weren’t comfortable doing something. And every time you weren’t, he’d just give you the sweetest smile, silently telling you that it’s okay, that he’ll wait for you.

The two of you were lying on the couch, with you resting on his chest and wrapped in his arms. You could tell that he wasn’t too engrossed in the movie you two were watching, noticing his glances at you every now and then. You didn’t mind, of course, it was adorable catching him every single time and watching the faintest blush spread across his cheeks along with a small smile.

But then his hands started to wander. And as they went further and further down, you knew what they were implying. What he was implying.

It was funny, really. Of all the scenarios you’d made up in your head about him discovering your utmostly hidden secret, this wasn’t in any of them.

You were brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of a hand slipping under your T-shirt, cold fingers contrasting your warm skin.

You snapped your head up, looking into your boyfriend’s eyes. He looked right back at you, and you could see that your sudden movement had startled him. His hand immediately retracted from you, fixing your shirt back in place as if to try and correct its mistakes.

“I, uh, I-I thought you were ready, sorry. I should have asked, I know, I really didn’t mean to-” 

“It’s okay, Jaehyun, really. I want this as much as you do, I promise. It’s just that...there’s something else that’s keeping me from being truly ready,” you said as you pulled yourself up from him into a sitting position. You tried to keep the rising nerves from shaking your voice, but it was getting harder with each passing second.

“And what is that something, baby? Is it something that I did?” He sat up as well, folding his hands in his lap.

You just shook your head, feeling the pit in your stomach growing. You tried to make up an excuse, but you couldn’t think of anything.

“Well, did you do something? Or did something happen? Talk to me, please,” he said, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

You tried to say something, anything, but no words came out. It felt like your brain was going a hundred miles a second, and you just couldn’t keep up. 

You couldn’t handle it anymore.

You broke down in tears, burying your head into his chest and letting his hoodie muffle your cries. ‘He doesn’t deserve this,’ you thought. ‘He doesn’t deserve me.’

Sobs continued to rack through your body, and it felt as if all of the pain you’ve been holding in was coming out at once. You clutched his arms in your hands, holding onto them for dear life.

His own hand had returned to your body, but this time, it just ran over your back repeatedly in an attempt to soothe your cries. The room was silent, safe for the sounds of your labored breathing and muffled sobs. 

You could hear his heart beating fast in his chest, only making you feel that much more guilty. You felt bad for him, you really did. He never deserved such a burden.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered after you had finally managed to get your voice under control again. You could feel the vibrations in his chest as he asked you why,  voice sounding just as pained as yours.

This was it. No excuse will save you now.

You carefully pushed yourself away from his chest, locking eyes with him again. You tried to look for any clues on how he might be feeling right now, but you found nothing. They were completely unreadable to you, with an unknown emotion written in them. He was waiting.

You sighed. “Jaehyun, I...I’m really sorry. This isn’t your fault. Please, don’t feel bad about anything that you’ve done. You’ve been nothing but amazing to me, and I can’t thank you enough. I don’t deserve you, seriously.”

At that, he opened his mouth to try and argue with you, but you just put your hand up, silencing him before he could say anything.

“Not only do I not deserve you, but you don’t deserve me either. You deserve someone happy, someone who you can depend on, someone who won’t be keeping secrets from you like I have.”

You could see the shock and betrayal on his face, eyes widening at your words.

“Wait, does that mean...a-are you cheating on me? (Y/N)? No, that’s not it, you wouldn’t do that, right?” He asked in a panic, grabbing your hands.

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes again. Fuck. Why the hell would you ever cheat on someone like him? And why does it hurt so much to do this?

“Of course I’m not cheating on you, Jaehyun! I would never do that! I just...” you trailed off, choking on your words. You removed your hands from his, folding them in your lap instead. You wanted to curl up in on yourself and disappear. This was never meant to happen. This shouldn’t be happening. 

And yet it is.

“You just what? (Y/N), please, tell me. I need you to tell me so I can help you,” he pressed on, rubbing your knee with his hand to emphasize his point. “Do you trust me?”

You could only weakly nod, feeling your throat constricting and stopping any potential words from coming out. A fresh set of tears spilled down your cheeks, making Jaehyun’s heart break at the sight.

He didn’t speak again, waiting for you. That was the thing about Jaehyun, he always knew that you didn’t need to be asked twice, you just needed a bit of time sometimes.

You winced at the pain of your throat tightening even more when you tried to speak, crushing your spirits even further. And not only were you sitting there, crying in front of Jaehyun, but he looked like he was going to start crying as well.

Deciding to just get it over with and face your demons, you shuffled a bit closer to Jaehyun, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down at least a little bit. With shaky hands, you slowly pulled up your clothes for him to see.

There they were. One of your biggest secrets, taking form in the abstract mess of lines of various lengths, shades, and visibility. Some were faded, some were recent. But all of them were there, staring right back at you to pull you back into reality. This was it.

The silence that followed was deafening.

You were waiting for him to say something, anything, but he stayed quiet.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes. Instead, you kept your gaze on those angry red lines as your heart thrummed in your ears.

“Oh no.”

...

His words repeated in your head over and over again. You didn’t understand. You couldn’t understand. Where was the disgust you were expecting? Or the breakup that you were preparing yourself for this whole time?

“No, no, no no no no. Baby, why...” He trailed off, trying to process everything that he was seeing. “Come here,” he pulled you into his arms, sighing deeply. 

You couldn’t move, staying stiff in his embrace. 

It was through your rigid state that you noticed the slight tremble in his arms and labored breathing as he held onto you tight, tighter than ever before.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him too, pressing you closer together. You stayed like this for a couple of minutes, trying to take everything in. The silence enveloped you again, only broken by Jaehyun’s occasional kisses to the top of your head as he tightened his grip around you.

After a bit, he leaned away from you, making you lift your head up from his chest to look at him. You looked into his sorrowful eyes, giving him a bitter smile.

“We’re going to get you help, okay? We can get you someone to talk to about this, if you want. Someone who knows how to deal with these things. And in the meantime, you can always just talk to me, you know? I’m here for you. I’ll be there for you when you need me, just-” he hugged you right back into him, exhaling a deep breath as he thought about what to say and how to say it.

“Just please, if you ever feel like this, or if you feel even the slightest need to do this again, call me.”

“B-but, I don’t want to bother you...” You mumbled into his chest, heart beating at your words. You’ve never been this honest with anyone before. It was terrifying.

“You won’t, baby. No matter how busy I might be, you won’t bother me. What would hurt me more is if you wouldn’t tell me. I need to know how you’re feeling and what’s making you feel like this in order to help you. So please, can you promise me that you’ll tell me? Pretty please?” His words ended in a mere whisper, looking deeply into your eyes.

You leaned forward into one of the softest and gentlest of kisses you’ve probably ever had. When you pulled back, the two of you just looked at each other again, with you giving Jaehyun a small smile.

“I promise.”

And it was just because of him that you never broke that promise.

It wasn’t easy, of course. Countless hesitant phone calls to Jaehyun followed after that night. Some were relatively short, with only small words of affirmation and a gentle and sincere ‘I love you’ at the end to ease your mind. Others went on for hours, with Jaehyun distracting you by talking to you, the two of you getting lost in each other’s thoughts and ideas. All of the calls did help, however, and you could feel yourself starting to get better once you began opening up to him more. Did it feel embarrassing and scary? Of course it did, but it also helped you realize more things about yourself and your feelings. You started to notice small patterns in your urges. What time of the day they were the strongest, what things or activities triggered them, and so on.

It never really went away, though. Not yet, at least. There were still moments that gave you that strangely addicting tingle in your skin, ones that reminded you of your past doings. Only this time, you resisted them every time. Whenever you looked at your past scars and saw them slowly beginning to fade, you knew you had to keep going. You couldn’t disappoint Jaehyun. You couldn’t disappoint yourself. You couldn’t let the cycle start all over again. So you resisted.

Nothing would have been possible without Jaehyun, however. It was like he developed a sixth sense for it. Every time he noticed your face drop slightly, or the way you were picking at your fingers anxiously, he knew what was going on. And every time he noticed this, he didn’t hesitate to do whatever he needed to make you feel better. Whether that meant subtly changing the topic of your friend group’s conversation or goofing around with you until you were laughing again, he didn’t care. All he knew was that he wanted to see you happy again. And he succeeded every time.

It wasn’t just subtle things like this, though. He was very open about it with you as well, never shying away from the topic. He wanted to make you feel comfortable, after all, and the last thing he wanted was for you to close off again. And so he decided to support you as much as he could, even going as far as checking off every day that you haven’t self-harmed on your little calendar on the fridge. It was a bit embarrassing for you at first, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit like a child, but you soon grew to like it as well. And as you watched the rows of checkmarks growing with each passing day, you were more and more proud of yourself.

And so one row grew into two, then three, ten, twenty...

The soft pads of feet echoed throughout the apartment as Jaehyun walked into the dim living room with a big smile on his face. You smiled back at him, getting up from the couch to hug him, but he stopped you. Confused, you looked up at him.

“Don’t get up just yet, I have something for you,” he said, and it was just then that you noticed the small box in his hands. Curious, you turned off the TV and sat up straight on the couch, waiting expectantly.

He placed the box on the table in front of you before rushing back into the kitchen for something else.

“Don’t open that just yet!” He called after you as he rummaged in the bag he brought home with him.

“I won’t, don’t worry,” you giggled at his antics, feeling a small buzz of excitement coursing through you as you sat patiently.

He returned a few seconds later, holding two small items in his hands. You couldn’t see what they were in the darkness of the room, so you waited for Jaehyun to do whatever it was that he was planning.

He knelt on the floor next to your spot on the couch, giving you a small grin before turning back to the box.

Opening it carefully, he revealed the small cake inside. Your favorite kind of cake, to be exact. Taking one of the things in his hand, which you finally realized was a small candle, he stuck it into the middle. With his other hand, he flicked on the lighter he was holding, lighting up the candle.

The room was now cast in a gentle yellow glow, the flame of the candle swaying slightly.

“Tadaa! Happy anniversary!” Jaehyun said, picking up the box and bringing it closer to you. “Blow out the candle!”

You couldn’t help but be confused. Did you miss something? It wasn’t your birthday, that you knew for a fact, nor was it Jaehyun’s. And you just had your anniversary the other month, so what could this mean?

“Jaehyun, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I understand. What exactly are we celebrating here?” You asked with a small chuckle, looking into Jaehyun’s happy eyes.

“Wait, did you forget? Today marks a year since you’ve last...you know. Since you’ve stopped harming yourself. I thought it deserved a small celebration,” he looked at you with a bashful smile, faint red tinting his cheeks.

However, when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, he started to panic.

“(Y/N), are you okay? Why are you crying, baby? Wait, you didn’t start doing it again, did you...?” He said in a rushed voice laced with concern. Quickly putting the cake back on the table, he sat next to you, bringing you close as he looked all over your body for any new scars or bruises.

You just hugged him, shaking your head. “No, I didn’t, I promise. I just- this is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, Jaehyun. Thank you for being here for me and for caring for me and-”

“Shh, it’s okay, come here.” He whispered, resting your head on his shoulder as he did the same on yours. “You have no idea how proud of you I am. You’ve been so strong and brave this year, and I really admire you for that, you know?” He said, rubbing gentle circles on your back.

You just stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth and comfort, until Jaehyun spoke up again.

“And if my endless admiration isn’t enough for you to keep going, you have this cake to motivate you as well,” he said jokingly, making you chuckle with him.

You broke the hug, Jaehyun’s arm still wrapped around your waist as he turned back to the cake. “Do you want to blow out the candle?”

You thought to yourself before speaking again. “Can we do it together?” You asked, a light blush tinting your cheeks. Jaehyun just smiled, intertwining your fingers together as he bent forward slightly.

He squeezed your hand once, twice, and after the third squeeze, you blew out the flame at the same time.

The room went dim again, but you could still see the adorable shine in Jaehyun’s eyes as he turned back to you.

He leaned closer to you, connecting your lips in the most loving and gentle of kisses.

“I love you.”

-

pic credit - jpegfantasy on Tumblr

[way2gowillow]

In this chapter: Toshinori and Izuku share painful experiences through OFA. Izuku forgets, and hurts himself. Cue Dadmight.

Warnings: Self-harm, self harming behavior, blood, cutting, emotional turmoil. Lot's of heavy stuff so please be careful when reading this, and skip this one if it'll trigger you.

[somniumcomics]

Magenta Diamond AU - Pages 6-7

Pages 1-5/

[theeldritchgemsau]

Eckhart and Amalgam Fusion with @zilathehusky‘s @amalgamau !

This is Bloodstone! He’s not the most STABLE of fusions! Note that he’s always constantly holding himself back, and if he ever lets loose- You better run~

[artymcart]

Please beware that this happens with the character Dean Winchester, if this isnt´ your thing please don´t look under the cut!

SUPTOBER 2020

Day 8: Heartless

"You can't leave us alone, you're not allowed to! You heartless bastard can't just decide to leave" Cas grapped Deans face, turned it to him. Deans eyes kept rolling back into his head while the angel tried to heal the damage that was done.

"Dean! Dean open your fucking eyes and tell me what to do! Do you really want to go? Will you do this again after I heal you?" The hunter looked at his friend, his eyes unfocused

"I..I.."

"Yes? Dean talk to me, don't fall asleep!"

"I don't..I don't know" he said honestly.

Cas felt the last bits of his grace fading as the long wounds on Deans wrists vanished, but still leaving angry red scars. That was it. That was the last thing he was able to do with what was left of his grace.

He hugged Dean tight, felt weak arms embracing him as he felt also the body in his arms shaking.

"Everything is gone, I'm so tired."

"I know, I know."

They sat in silence for a long while, Castiel held his friend tight, scared that he would try to leave them again.

Him, again.

ENDVERSE AU

[9597library]

Hiraeth

by haruday (E | 5/5 | 100,605 )

Jeongguk has learned the hard way from the tender age of thirteen when his father pushed him down the stairs, that people are a disappointment. They always will be and so he breaks hearts instead.

Hurt people hurt people.

Jeongguk likes hurting girls, but he doesn't like hurting Kim Taehyung.

note: when i ask for heavy angst, this is what i mean. it’s renowned in the taekook fandom. so painful and fucked up. please read the tags on this one ten times over. chapter 3 in particular is filled with a lot of heavy shit. one warning the author didn’t put was a warning for dubious consent between jk and a stranger when he is obviously struggling with drug abuse! this happens during chapter 3, fairly in the beginning.

[naomana]

Venting post (Tw: suicial thoughts and selfharm)

Well...Just as I predicted, the mental breakdown happened. To the point I seriously hurt myself last night and now I’m planning to end it all, already kissed my child goodnight and told them repeatedly how much I love them.

Waiting for rest of the household to go to sleep, so I can do it, without being stopped this time (already tried 3 times in my teens years, always getting stopped by somebody last minute)

Learn from your mistakes I guess.

There is no feelings left in me, I’m numb. So saying that I love you would be probably pointless

[punkwithpaints]

Idk if anyone actually looks at my posts but I just wanted to say it's been almost 1 week since I've drank or self harmed, after almost 2 constant years. Pretty happy about it.

[every1-leaves-eventually]

My therapist is away on vacation so I want to challenge myself and not self harm these next two weeks.

Public accountability is always a good thing.

So I guess this is the end of day 1.

Anyone else who wants to join feel free to log with me.

[nerdylocksandthethreebears]

And Tony is like “what?” Because he literally has no idea what the other man is talking about.

And Peter is like “I’m sorry, I know I’m all gross and ugly and fat now. And I’ve been—I’ve been eating less and less but I can’t eat as little as I want because I have to have nutrients to feed the baby. But I can’t—I can’t fix it!”

And Tony is confused as all hell, because what the fuck does he mean ugly?? What does he mean he isn’t eating????

And Peter is like “anyway I get it if you want a divorce. I’m not hot anymore, I’m not a good omega, I understand” and he’s sobbing, like barley incoherent.

And Tony is just dumbstruck because how could his mate have been in this much distress but he didn’t notice at all?

Tony is so lost that he doesn't even really know what the hell is going on with Peter, doesn't know what he is talking about or what is going through his head. He spends the next hour getting Peter to get some sleep, telling him he would never divorce him, how he loved him and thought he was beautiful.

Just as Tony is drifting off baby starts crying and Tony silently peals himself out of bed. While he is comforting baby he is looking at everything to try and figure out what the hell Peter was talking about. Tony spends the rest of the night looking through comments, looking through Peters phone and his search history, his messages, seeing the toxic shit he had been surrounding himself in and just feeling such a heavy heart at how bad he had let Peter down 😭