#cw implied sh

[tealgoat]

Writing from @wonder-of-the-stars

<You wake up to someone shaking your shoulder. Sleep crusts your eyes, and you rub them as you come to.>

<“Loop?…”>

<You mumble and roll over. Your eyes find the person you’ve been sharing a bed with these days, and you reach for your glasses.>

<They don’t look well. But they haven’t looked well for weeks now. Their mouth opens, then shuts. Eyes glassy, looking anywhere but you.>

“Don’t… let me leave this room. Please.”

<Ah.>

<It’s like that.>

<They're reaching out to you in a way that won’t spark a discussion they won’t have with you. For once, since—>

<…>

<Don't think about that right now. They need you. You… you can be patient. And this is enough for you, for now.>

<They look like they’re about to flee. For even asking for help. Your chest aches.>

<You do as they ask. Gently, carefully, you wrap your arms around Loop’s midsection, pulling them over towards y->

<!!!>

<It's abrupt, but Loop twists their body to grab you, tugging themself over and shoving their face into you. You feel it, before you hear it.>

<An ugly, raw sobs rips through them, as they hold onto you like a lifeline.>

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry I’m miserable and awful and I can’t- can’t- I can’t— it should be okay and it’s not okay I’m not okay I’m sorry I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!!!!!!!!”

<You say nothing, as they prattle on like this, for a while. You rub a hand against their back, your shirt wet, you chest hurting more.>

<they say things they wouldn’t normally say.>

<they’re incoherent about them, so you tune those ones out.>

<they can tell you them again once they’re ready and not having a breakdown.>

<…>

<They stop, eventually. The rattling of their body, the anguished cries from their throat, the pressure on your chest. Their body relaxes.>

<They've passed out.>

<…>

<Slowly, once you’re certain Loop is asleep, you reach over to the dresser side, and you grab the book you placed there a few hours ago. You bring it to your side, making sure Loop doesn’t shift too much. You keep an arm around them as you open the book.>

<…It’s best you stay up and keep your silent promise.>

#in tales of time au #in tales of time #in stars and time #isat #my art #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #in stars and time fanart #isat fanart #isat odile #isat loop #odile loops au #odile timeloop au #cw implied sh

[werepuppe]

#art #2023 #anthro #gore #cw gore #cw implied sh #vent #<- ok to rb

[rayar32]

wow things sure seem pretty chill around here I wonder what— *BUNNY SUIT SYMPHOGIRLS ATTACK*

#senki zesshou symphogear #symphogear #hibiki tachibana #fis!hibiki #gungnir swap au #dwnpr!hibiki #downpour au #vanessa diodati #bunny girl #cw implied sh #tw implied sh #my art

[city-of-c0rpses]

Ooc - New Yoko art!!! She deserves all the cute outfits

(Also kinda an excuse to show her non burn related scars)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd oc #art #cw implied sh #< prev #just in case

[that-dog-in-him]

...

just kinda.

staring at my sewing kit.

wondering if this is the time i break that promise i made to the professor or not.

#cw implied sh

[disrealities]

Jiraikei system names. ー requested by 🪼!

Landmine (girls) , Self destructing (girls) , Unstable mentalities , Unhealthy habits , Touchy subjects , (Girls) with scars , Manic tendencies , Compulsive urges , Apathetic (girls) , Passive aggressions , Despair - filled (girls) , Cynical minds , Mistrusting (girls) , Hate filled (girls) , Resentful lovers , I don't know what i'm doing, i'm sorry :,)

(girls) can be replaced with any word! (like system, collective, etc!)!

[pt. Jiraikei system names. requested by jellyfish emoji anon!

Landmine girls. Self destructing (girls). Unstable mentalities. Unhealthy habits.Touchy subjects. Girls with scars. Manic tendencies. Compulsive urges. Apathetic girls. Passive aggressions. Despair-filled girls. Cynical minds. Mistrusting girls. Hate filled girls. Resentful lovers. I don't know what i'm doing, i'm sorry :,)

"girls" can be replaced with any word! (like system, collective, etc!)! .pt end]

#cw implied sh #cw sh mention #I don't know much about this subculture #i'm sorry if these aren't very good... #„ absolutions ✝︎ #did system #dissociative system #osdd system #plural system #sysblr #system stuff #system coining #system flag

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

I noticed that your name was fading on my thigh.. Do you remember when I carved it in? I guess it wasn't that deep.. Should I do it deeper? ♡

Deeper. Make sure it fucking scars, do you hear me?

#cw implied sh

[nickythehickey]

un-mask

(read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54520237)

CW: Implied/referenced sh, brief descriptions of physical pain, identity issues, metaphors about/allusions to autistic masking

For what it may have been worth, Atlas hated his mask. He supposed he could see why someone might initially be impressed with it– at first glance, it appeared to be made of a brilliant bright porcelain, held on his head with black satin ribbons that buckled together in the back and adorned with a carefully painted face. Whoever made it must’ve spent a long, long time on it. But there were flaws; the “porcelain” was actually a thin, scratchy plastic, with rough edges that sanded away at his skin whenever he wore it. The painted red lips were starting to chip away, and no matter how often he tried to fill the cracks he just couldn't get it back to looking new. The coverings over the eye holes were nearly impossible to see through. Even though it looked like him, it also undeniably didn’t– it looked like someone else’s idea of what a perfect “him” would look like. No matter what he did, he couldn’t ignore how terrible the mask really was. Wearing it made him miserable, but apparently, he was the only one who saw it for what it was. He never understood why everyone else thought it was so beautiful. Why they seemingly couldn’t stand him without it. Why it was the only way people would stay.

It really did seem like the cycle never ended. It was always the same. He’d meet someone, they’d become friends, he’d feel close enough with them to take off the mask. They’d realize they didn’t actually like him. They’d leave.

Enough. He’d had enough. This time was one time too many. If a mask was what everyone wanted, then a mask they’d get. As a matter of fact, they’d never get anything else again.

Atlas sat on his bed, door locked, the only light a soft navy glow through his window. In his lap: the mask, its cheap white plastic and bright red mouth openly mocking him. In his hand: a hot glue gun. Why hot glue? It was the best adhesive he could think of at the time. Or maybe he wanted what he was doing to hurt. He didn’t know.

He tied his hair back, plugged the glue gun into the lamp on his nightstand, and waited… far too long for it to heat up. Occasionally, he’d pump the trigger a few times to test if it was usable yet. Damn his impatience– you’d think the extra time would make him rethink what he was doing, but instead it simply made him more frustrated, more upset, more set in his decision. He did tend to be rash and stubborn when emotional… and he had the nerve to be annoyed by Juno’s impulsiveness. Figures.

For the love of Harmonia, he needed to get this done. Was it…? He checked the gun again, and sure enough, the clear glue started to ooze from the tip. Took long enough.

He made a ring of glue around the edge of the mask. No going back now. He filled in some of the extra surface area over the anchor points- nose, forehead, chin... it needed to be as secure as he could possibly make it. He made sure to use just about the whole stick of glue, filling in more and more until the melted plastic stopped flowing from the tip of the gun.

Setting the gun down, he took a deep breath, and a final moment to internally yell at himself to just do it already. He tensed nearly every muscle in his body and firmly pressed the mask to his face.

It burned. It burned immediately, and it burned bad. It may not have been the worst pain he'd felt, but it was enough to make his eyes water. Time almost seemed to slow as his grip tightened, the glue seeping into the hairs along his chin and spreading across his skin, taking the heat with it. He ignored it. He just kept holding the plastic to his face.

He hated this. He hated the mask. He hated needing it. He hated Juno and Simon for not needing masks of their own. He hated himself for being so pathetic that he had no choice but to hide behind a facade. He hated the world for not wanting him without it.

He was ripped from his thoughts by the sting of sunlight in his eyes. Damn. It was morning already. He'd been up all night again. When did that happen?

Oh well. He might as well start trying to figure out how to eat with a hard plastic sheet covering his mouth. He tied the ribbon behind his head; it no longer served a purpose, but he supposed it looked neater that way. He had no idea what time it was, but hopefully, it was just the right time for him to do so alone.

— —

Of course, it wasn't the right time. Of course, it was just early enough for Juno to still be awake from the night before and just late enough for Simon to have woken up for the day. Of course, BOTH of his other thirds had to be in the kitchen at the same time. Of course, they weren’t even distracted by an argument. Just his luck.

When they greeted him, he said nothing. Talking with the mask was always difficult, even before he accidentally glued his jaw shut. He’d handle that problem later. Probably.

Naturally, Simon was the first to notice everything. “You know you don't have to wear that thing around us, right? We do like you without it.”

Even if it didn't matter now, he still wished he could believe them.

#chonnys charming chaos compendium #cccc soul #cccc fanfic #cccc fic #cw vent #cw implied sh #autistic experiences expressed through heavy-handed metaphors #tmw you jump past figurative masking and literally hot glue a party city mask to your face #abandoment issues #unhealthy coping mechanisms #i was going through it when i wrote this ngl

[superherokisser]

sorry mom. only the real ones (my f/os) get to see my scars

#terrence rambles #tw implied sh #cw implied sh

[tales-of-a-wilted-sunflower]

Character Info: Chrysanthemums

In the language of flowers, chrysanthemums meanings change depending on culture, in some cultures, Chrysanthemums represent a mother’s love. In French culture, they are associated with mourning, sympathy, and death. In Japanese culture, they are associated with perfection, longevity, and rejuvenation. In America, they are typically associated with cheerfulness, joy, optimism, and longevity.

Picrew Link

“I am so sorry...Basil…my son…I failed you.”

Even if she did not have the same past connection that Sunny, Kel, Hero, and Aubrey did with Basil, Polly genuinely loved and cared for Basil unconditionally like he was her own flesh and blood. Which is why his sudden passing had such a drastic impact on her. She felt a crushing feeling of worthlessness and uselessness as she simply wished to make Basil happy and yet she lost and buried her honorary son before she ever got to see him truly smile in person at least once. It's a regret that she will carry with her to the grave.

Over the last few years, while her kindness has never faded, her general demeanor has become more somber and tired as her eyes carry a broken sadness that never seems to leave her eyes even on her best days. Despite her declining mental health, Polly has never once forgotten about her late honorary son as she goes out of her way to drive to faraway town's graveyard relatively frequently to visit her honorary son's final resting place.

Sometimes she prays or sits by his graveside, other times she will hug the gravestone hoping her unconditional motherly love reaches Basil wherever he is...

Additional facts

Polly has cloth bandages around her neck and arms however, she'll dodge the question if anyone asks her why

on her left hand, Polly has a tattoo of a Sunflower with the date 2/18 in the center. There is also a scroll tattoo below the flower with the phrase 'Your thoughts will follow me into my dreams'

Every Holliday and on Basil's Birthday, Polly will go to the grave and leave gifts for Basil

#Motherly Chrysanthemum(Polly);; #echoes of past blooms( spirit basil lore );; #cw implied sh

[animnightmare]

Did you know, a lot of time cleaning your wounds can cause more pain than acquiring them?

When you get wounded, your body releases adrenaline. Take a cut for example. If whatever caused it is sharp enough, you hardly feel the cut itself, even if its bleeding or deep (Though this depends on the place the cut occurs). Your body releases endorphins and adrenaline to counteract pain, along with other reasons.

When you clean the wound, however, it stings. Getting stitches or staples, applying alcohol, its painful. And often times you have to do it more than once. You have to clean the wound thoroughly, regularly, apply new bandages, remove stitches when its time.

This can be far more painful then the initial injury.

However...

When you dont clean an injury, it becomes infected. It gets inflamed. It takes longer to heal, and its more likely to scar. If you dont clean your wounds, it could cause other problems like disease.

Healing is painful. Its a process that takes far more effort than leaving things as they are, and somtimes it may not feel worth it. But it is. When you look back, you realize all the pain you avoided by taking the proper steps.

Wether you start cleaning when the wound is fresh, if its already infected, or if its become scarred and diseased and bled into other facets of your life- its not too late to start cleaning.

Grab your bandages. Your alcohol wipes. Call a therapist. Talk to your friends. Progress isnt linear, and healing takes time, but you will be okay.

#medical metaphor #rambles #mental health #cw implied sh #mental health advice #uhh #idk #i dont usually make posts like this #but it popped into my head #hope it helps somone

[howtoliveasahumanbeing]

Why’re bodies so weird..? My hands all red and dripping but it doesn’t feel like anything.

I don’t think that’s normal, but it’s nice not feeling pain anymore… though the red stuff gets everywhere, which kinda sucks…

#bsd #bsd oc #bsd rp #bungou stray dogs #cw implied sh

[dragonsareoverrated2]

[An audio recording has been uploaded... want to listen?]

//Warning for implied self harm. Ask to tag if needed

[The recording starts with the sound of rocks being crunched under foot and faint squeaks coming from what seems to be above, some of them are more screechy then one that is closer... likely Midori.

"... Are you okay Ichi...?"

"No... feel like shit... 'm arm hurts too..."

Ichika sounds raspy... maybe from screaming...? Her voice is also slurred quite a bit.

"Why does it hurt...?"

Marianne's voice suddenly sounds thick with worry.

"Not what yer thinkin... just hit it against the cave... I didn'... relapse."

"Oh... okay. Okay."

"... Is ther'... gonna be a point when ya don' worry about that?"

"Do you want the honest answer or-"

"Honest. Always honest."

"... then no, never..."

"... 'm sorry..."

"You-... you shouldn't apologize for that Ichi."

"An' ya shouldn' have ta worry about my dumb ass hurtin' myself and ya thinkin' that I meant ta."

There's a long pause.

"... We really should get you some water, I can hardly understand you."

It sounds like a lie... or maybe a redirect.

"Tea. I would rather have tea right now..."

"Okay, then... tea."

The audio ends]

#cw implied sh #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #what's with the dragons? #what a view~ #//ask to tag

[rayar32]

Okay but consider the following, scars (cw for implied self-harm)

Listen if I'm going to force myself to practice digital art I might as well draw and color the blorbo herself

#symphogear #senki zesshou symphogear #symphogear xd unlimited #hibiki tachibana #tw implied sh #cw implied sh #tw scarring #my art #i just think Edgebikki's fighting style would've made her scar central #tfw you fight so recklessly even your supernatural music armor can't heal all your wounds #homegirl just flung herself at things #there's no way she doesn't have some nasty damage leftover

[city-of-c0rpses]

Ooc - Meet Yoko’s best friend while she was still in the lab!

Her name’s Takeno, and she’s a couple years older than Yoko

(After escaping the lab, Yoko has no clue if she’s still alive or not)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd oc #art #lore #cw scars #cw implied sh

[deeeens]

if no other man wold, HE wld take care of mee

#cw implied sh #me tag #undertale #horrortale #horrortale sans #sans #comfort.img #doodle #my art