#self harm scars are just your body healing. i dont need a tw for a fucking human body.

[nightfallsystem]

DESTIGMATIZE SELF HARM SCARS OR IM JUST KILLING YOU

#again im not talking unhealed im talking healed #ITS JUST SOMEONES BODY ITS JUST HOW SOME PEOPLE LOOK #we cant fucking get rid of these outside of pricy surgeries #EVERYONE struggles mentally sometimes #why should we have to TW our bodies for the rest of time just because we fucking struggled #im never trigger warning my fucking body #its my body its just how i look #FUCK YOU IF YOU TAG PPLS PHOTOS WITH HEALED S/H SCARS AS TW SELF HARM #WE JUST LOOK LIEK THAT??? IS THAT SO WRONG #its a you problem if youre upset at fucking skin #its a healed wound. #you cant actually expect someone to tw how they fucking look #its how we will look for the rest of time we cant tw this cuz we fuckign look like that #infact for some people theyre proud of it as its a sign that they survived what was going on #that they survived self harm #self harm scars are just your body healing. i dont need a tw for a fucking human body. #YOU CANNOT EXPECT SOMEONE TO TRIGGER WARNING HOW THEY FUCKING LOOK AND HOW THEIR BODY IS . #rant #body neutrality #body positivity #body positive #body acceptance #im very mad sorry

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

hey, im just sorta looking for validation or support/advice ig?

tw//abuse, self harm

so, i have bpd, or at the very least am in the final stages of getting it diagnosed, and i just kinda,,, hate everything about myself for that. i feel like the trauma i experienced in the past that led to me developing bpd has basically "ruined" my personality and my life.

i often see that the real "struggling" people are always quiet, never talk about thier problems, and are easy to love. me, on the other hand, is loud and almost annoyingly talkative, i'll find it really easy to overshare about my problems and wear my heart on my sleeve, and bc of my mental illness ill get irrationally angry at everyone on difficult days.

i just feel terrible about my personality, i always feel like im annoying everyone around me when i talk, even though my loved ones have reassured me so many times thats not the case.

to cope with some of this, i used to self harm. im trying to quit but some of the scars still remain. the thing is, i dont try to hide these from anyone except my abusive parents (for obvious reasons) because to me, those are a sign that ive made it through the trauma-inducing parts of my life, and since its a part of my body i dont feel a need to cover it up. but... i often think to myself what if that's attention seeking? what if im just self absorbed? and it just makes me feel worse.

idk. i just feel like because im able to be so loud, and talk so freely about my problems, and constantly crack jokes and not be ashamed of my scars, it invalidates the fact that i feel terribly depressed on the inside. or that my trauma was not as bad as i made it out to be.

Hi anon,

When getting diagnosed, it can be really difficult to process all of the thoughts, information, and emotions that rise up as a result. BPD is a personality disorder, and therefore can feel even more personal and connected to your personhood. There are also a lot of messages about BPD that are ableist and uncompassionate, as well as ideas about trauma that can make one feel as though their life is ruined. You're not alone in these feelings.

Perhaps the popular image of a person struggling with mental illness and/or trauma is quiet, passive, and don't talk about their problems, but there are just as many people who are loud, social, outgoing, talkative, and unafraid to share their struggles with others.

Forgive yourself for your perceived downfalls. There is nothing wrong with being you. You deserve time and space to recover, heal, and process all of this. Being unkind to yourself won't make this easier.

BPD can make a person feel unsure with their relationships and even when loved ones offer reassurance, it's not enough. Try to consider the idea that they could be truthful and that they really do find you pleasant and not annoying. Try to believe them.

You don't need to be ashamed of your scars. Self harm is difficult to heal from, and you don't have to hide the scars.

It's great to be aware of your intentions and motives, but remember that everyone wants attention. It's okay to want to be noticed and have your reality acknowledged. That doesn't make you self-absorbed.

How someone acts on the outside doesn't always indicate what they feel on the inside. Someone could be struggling and seem okay, have their life together, etc. That doesn't invalidate their suffering. You don't have to be in distress or miserable all the time for your trauma and issues to be significant and real.

Have compassion for yourself. You are worthy of care, support, and patience.

Wishing you well.

- Misa

#trauma talks #mod misa #tw abuse #tw self harm #bpd

[zwowow]

this might be very triggering so its fine if u dont do it, but kells self harming secretly and em finding out and kells thinks he’s gonna be mad but em is comforting instead

sorry for the ask, im the same anon that went thru a break up and it aint going well

tw: self harm 

I’m sorry my love, break ups are rough and it really sounds like ur goin thru it. sorry this took a while! but hopefully you’ve had time to heal a bit between sending this ask nd now. 

psa to all I’ve never self harmed, so i’m just hoping this captures the idk headspace? alright :/ 

He started when he was a teenager. That’s how long he’s been doing this shit. It’s fucking shameful that he hasn’t grown out of it in over a decade, but it’s also one of the only things that’s consistently soothed him. When weed isn’t enough to calm him, or shake him from a spiral of self-loathing, he always comes back to this. Not because it makes him feel better, but because it makes him feel something. 

He can focus on the pain and only the physical pain. His emotions, the real world shit he has to deal with, can fall to the side for a moment and he can revel in the hurt. The hurt that he has control over. 

That’s a part of it, too. Control. So much of the existential pain he feels is beyond what he himself can change. Everyone gets to have an opinion on him, and regardless if it’s good or bad, he has to know it and internalize it. He has no choice. Time moves on and he can’t control what his past self has done, but the regret eats him alive. His head spins when he thinks about all of the shit that’s wrong in his life that he no longer has the power to change. 

But the harm he does himself? Knowingly and methodically? It’s all controlled. He’s got it all under control. 

Or at least he did. Recently, he’s had the itch to hurt more and more frequently. There’s so much going on in his life that he’s no longer in control of even the one thing that makes him feel grounded. The old scars and fresh wounds are getting harder to hide. Even on his inked skin, raised bumps and sensitive bruises are easy to find when his boyfriend spends all of his time roaming his hands gently over his body. 

But Em can’t find out. Colson refuses to let him. He’d think Colson is pathetic (he is). He’d be disgusted by him (he should be). He’d hate him (but he couldn’t hate him more than Colson hates himself). 

He tries not to hurt himself around Em because of this, but sometimes it’s unavoidable. Sometimes he needs it. 

Colson sneaks out of bed one night at Em’s place while his boyfriend is sleeping. On his way out, he grabs his small bag that has just a few of the items he uses to hurt himself. His fingers shake around the bag and his breath quickens in his chest. 

Ain’t it funny that the shame he feels from doing this just makes him want to do it more? 

When he makes it to a bathroom far enough away from Em’s room that he doubts he would make the effort to find him all the way down here, he lays the bag on the counter and opens it up. 

This hadn’t started with the razor blades and lighters he keeps in the bag. He’s worked himself here from pulling out his leg hair and scratching his own arms raw just to feel the sting. The older and more well known he got, the more out of control he felt, and from there he made the jump from nervous ticks to genuine self harm. 

He used to starve himself, too. He thinks back to only a couple of years ago and picks up the lighter. He could go days without eating, even while on tour. There were times where he’d pass out after shows from the hunger, but he’d write it off to others as exhaustion. That had been one of the most pleasing ways to hurt himself. The gentle build up to physical depletion to match what he felt emotionally was fulfilling in a way he couldn’t possibly explain to anyone. 

And that’s why he stopped. Em started to catch on. He started to ask questions no one had asked before. He was obsessed with feeding Colson and keeping him healthy. 

Colson started eating regularly because Em would’ve hated to know his not eating wasn’t just absent-minded forgetting. He would’ve been so disappointed to find out it was deliberate starvation. Colson didn’t want to disappoint Em. 

He still doesn’t. Colson puts the lighter on the counter and takes out one of his blades, too. Em would hate to see this. He wouldn’t understand. 

Inhaling shakily through his nose, Colson looks between his two options for tonight. He leaves the blade on the counter and picks up the lighter. Em is sure to notice if he has a fresh cut. A burn is easier to hide. 

He flicks the lighter to life and is deciding where to hold it on his body when he hears the first knock. 

“Kells.” Shit. He loosens his grip on the lighter and the flame goes out. 

What is Em doing out of bed, and what the fuck is he doing down here?

“Kells,” Em tries again, “You good?” 

“I’m fine.” He lies. 

“Are you fucking smoking in there?” Outside, Em’s voice grows suspicious. He heard the lighter go on and now he thinks Colson is smoking weed in his bathroom. That would be easier to explain. 

After too long of a pause he says, “No.” 

Em doesn’t give a warning before he throws open the bathroom door. Colson wants to knock his head into the mirror for not thinking to lock it. He dives for the blade on the counter, but Em is staring right at it. 

“What the fuck?” Em looks between Colson and the counter multiple times. It’s a stupid overdramatic response, but he wants to slit his fucking wrists from that look. 

Em’s brow furrows. Colson feels sick to his stomach. Em is pissed at him. He’s disgusted by him. He doesn’t know whether to throw him out or call a mental hospital. He hates him. He must be so angry. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out. I was trying to hide it. I shouldn’t have done it here. I know it’s fucking sick. I know it’s fucking crazy to cut and burn myself, I know but I...” Excuses and apologies trip over each other running off of his tongue. 

“You’re cutting yourself?” Em interrupts him. His intense gaze sweeps over Colson. He’s not disgusted or angry like he’d thought. He’s shocked, confused, and even a bit hurt. 

“I... yeah.”

“Why?” A loaded question like that shoots Colson right through the chest. Why? He can hardly answer the question to himself, how is he supposed to explain it to Em?

Em said it himself, he was just clownin’ when talking about cutting himself, how fucked up does someone have to be to actually do that? Colson doesn’t want to explain to Em how fucked up he is.

When he doesn’t answer, Em looks back down at the blade and then at the lighter still in his hand. Kells sees the thousands of things he wants to say and the million questions he wants to ask in his eyes. Finally his eyes set, and Kells braces himself for the next thing to come out of Em’s mouth. 

“Don’t do that shit tonight, yeah? Just come back to bed.” The response shocks Colson even more silent than he’d been. Does he still want to know why, or is he just dropping it? 

As if reading his mind, Em shrugs, “You can tell me why when you’re ready. Tonight, I just want to cuddle your ass.” He holds out his hand to Colson and laces their fingers together tightly when he grabs on. Em tugs him gently out of the bathroom and down the hall back to his room. Colson leaves the lighter and the blade on the counter. 

When they’re back in bed, Em holds him differently than he has before, His arm feels weighted, it presses Colson gently down into the bed, unable to move from the hold. Em holds him from behind protectively and breathes into Colson’s neck. It’s so close it’s almost claustrophobic, but Colson wouldn’t pull away from it even if he could. The urge to hurt himself is immediately replaced by the need to burrow in closer to Em’s grounding touch. 

He falls asleep easily, letting the last of his shame and fear at Em’s reaction leave his body without a fight. 

In the morning, he goes to clean his stuff up in the bathroom, or to throw it away, but not to use it. When he gets there, the bag, the razor, and the lighter are nowhere to be found. Instead of being anxious at the loss, he feels a bit calmed by it. 

This isn’t the end. He won’t be able to stop hurting himself just because Em got rid of a few of his blades and one of his many designated lighters, but it is a start. 

Em knows now, he’s looking out for it. And if the way he always acts toward him, from the making sure Colson is eating to the cuddle last night is any indication, he’ll be there when Colson needs it. He’ll take care of him. 

#Anonymous #emgk #zwowfic #kind of a rushed ending #but i hope u liked it bebs #also like askbox nd messages are always open for those who wanna talk #tw: self harm

[ineedsleepleavemealone]

Heyyy problem children or whateva, I havent posted in a while so let's do what bnha characters would do if you were hurting yourself okay? Okay.

TW: mention of self harm and scars/suicide- I have done this to myself before and ik how it can affect people so I beg you that if you are sensitive to this please do not read this. I have tried to keep it light hearted though as to hopefully not make anyone cry.

N e waysssssss

Iida:

• * cue hand movements *

• I feel like he would be training and would look over to see you laying underneath a tree, short sleeves and trying not to give in to your sad thoughts

• and with genuine worry would come over and sit next to you and pull you up into his lap (given you two are together) and would place his hand on your cheek

• "hey are you ok my love" he would ask with literal concern visible in his voice

• you would have let yourself cry at this point and would be shaking in his arms trying to steady your breathing

• like to the point that you couldn't form words (aswell as being humiliated that you are vulnerable and are wearing short sleeves) so you would just look down and fiddle with your hands

• to which he would look down too and see scars, faded and new, covering the lower part of your arms and wrists

• I'm not gonna lie, he is a really sweet person and I feel like hes kinda innocent too so he would probably gently wrap one arm around your waist and one on your wrist while asking something like "my love who's hurting you? Is it a villain? You should have said love I could have helped you"

• and your response would be a violent shake of your head and you would look up at him and weakly smile and mumble "m-me. I'm doing I-it"

• that's when out of instinct he would make his hand movements being like "that is highly dangerous, if you were to damage yourself for good I...i" and letting himself feel sad he would whisper "I wouldn't be able to bear it my love...please dont do this anymore, I can help you"

• I feel like he would then pull up your wrists and softly kiss each scar and whisper to you "see, I'll kiss them all better for you"

Because I ship erasermic so much I'm doing these to together sooo your just best friends with them in this one. Shouta and yamada:

• shouta wouldn't have noticed if you didnt flinch when he gripped onto your wrist to make you listen to him

• immediately dropping your hand he would look concerned and would call mic over "hey mic come here for a minute I think y/n needs us"

• you would frantically try to walk away because you arent prepared to let them see what you have done

• but as you try to walk away shouta would again grip onto you, your hand this time, and would turn you around so you were facing both mic and him

• letting your hair fall forward as your look down in a desperate way to stop being confronted, mic would move from hugging shouta to lifting your chin up so you are eye level with them

• "y/n? If your not ok you can tell us you know that right?" Mic would say looking into your eyes

• and avoiding his own eyes you would simply nod before shouta suddenly grabs your sleeve and pulls it up, showing new scars covering your arms

• with eyes widened on all 3 of you, they would almost immediately smother you in a harsh hug and I have a feeling hizashi would probably cry aswell as you, leaving shouta to try comfort you both

• finally pulling away from you, and quickly burying mics head into the crook of his neck, shouta would looks at you deeply and try to give you a reassuring smile with an "it's going to be ok, it's better that we know now and can help you"

• with sudden urges of wanting to hurt again you place your arms behind your back and scratch at your newer scars, causing them to bleed

• and taking note of what you are doing shouta would use his binding cloth to take your arms and skillfully wrap around them like a bandage

• and face dropping to the floor once again you would let out a small sigh "I'm, I'm so sorry for disappointing you guys..its just so hard and sometimes I dont want to be here or even exist anymore.."

• so then mic would unwrap his arms from shoutas waist and move so hes hugging you again whispering anything he can think of to you like "no no you dont get it, you could never disappoint us y/n"

• eventually, with mic once again in shoutas arms but facing you this time, they convince you to let them help

• and with them both being teachers they know exactly how to make sure your ok and constantly check up on you

Let's add a villain into the mix shall we

Dabi:

• this mf will tease you endlessly about anything- apart from this

• and having scars himself he would literally know how they feel so it would probably hit close to home for him

• laying in bed with you, only him being awake, he would lay onto your chest and let his eyes wander over your body, just taking in how lucky he is

• which is when he would see your arms

• and silently he would curse at him self for not knowing sooner but would know what to do

• so with out walking you up he would get up and find some soothing oils to help heal your scars and soothe the pain, then woukd wrap your arms gently in bandages before laying back down and laying protectively next to you

• when you wake up however you go about taking of your bandages, but as you go to get out of bed he grasps around your waist and pulls you back pushing your head softly against his chest whispering "no doll-face, you are not leaving my side today, and even though I tease you alot you know I love you right?"

• knowing that he knows, you let yourself back to sleep after mumbling an apology

Oooh im at my last one already😭well here

Tamaki amajiki:

• poor baby would just cry infront of you out of confusion and sadness

• would maybe find out when he goes to hug you from behind and feels you wince as he touches your arms accidentally

• he would apologise like 10 times over how bad he feels that he hurt you and would pull up your sleeve to try and see if he really hurt you

• and would look at you in shock and you start crying, knowing what he is going to see

• moving round to being infront of you, he pulls up your sleeves and looks in shock, and immediately crys

• pulling you into a hug and burying his face into your soft hair he would whisper sweet things to you in an attempt to calm your unstable breathes like "hey im here, I can help dont worry I'll help" and will just keep going until he can feel your heartbeat slow down

•then he will wrap his arms around your waist firmly and in a more serious tone and his intense glare would say "okay baby I know this is hard for you, but even if you dont want me to I'm going to help you through this" before letting himself collapse into you in another hug

Ok so I hope yall are all ok after reading that, if not here🍫🍬🤜💕have some food and love and calm yo self down, it's ok. Have a nice dayyyyy

#iida tenya #bnha iida #aizawa #present mic #aizawa x present mic #mha dabi #dabi #tamaki amajiki #bnha

[deman1313]

Do you love me?

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TW!! self harm, blood, Self hatred and mention of abuse

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Tabe looked down at the blade in his hand, he had stolen it from the kitchen a few minuts ago. ”just do it coward, Nobody will miss you”

The voices in his head told him. He frowned more while he lifted up his sleeves, Tabe was never gonna be a bother again and the others could stop worrying

The first cut made Soramitsu whine and press his teeth tight together. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as more cuts appared. Tabe’s arms shook as he continued to slash away at his arms, reopening old scars and painting the floor red

”Soramitsu! What are you-”

The ravens eyes snapped open quickly, fear filling his chest at the voice. A small yelp came from him as he dropped the blood coverd blade to the floor. Tengai stood in the doorway, his eyes opend in shook as to what he just walked into

”T-ten.. Ten Te-”

A sob came from the skinny man as the monk walked up and carefully wraped his arms around him. Tears welled up in Tabe’s brown eyes as the adrenaline slowly faded away, leaving him feeling the pain harder

After the short hug and calming the younger down, Tengai quickly dragged the other male to the nursery to treat his arms. He carefully cleaned the ravens arms and coverd them in bandges. Tabe was silent, only making small whines and sobs when it stung or when another tear fell down his face

”There we go. It should heal up soon enough”

Noticing the small shaking of Soramitsu’s body and his head turned away low Tengai sighed and walked up to him

”I am not angry or mad at you”

Tabe looked up confused when a hand was placed on his head and the words left the blond

”I am just worried about you, you make me worry so much Tabe”

Brown wide eyes looked away from the other, shame filling his chest and making his stomach turn in a sick way

”I-I.. sor-ry.. I-I’m so-”

Hekiji hushed the studdering make and took his pale skinny hands into his own. A soft look on the monks face

”dont apologize, dont say sorry and dont feel ashamed. I am not angry or disappointed in you. So don’t say these horrible things”

Tabe’s head was still turned away, his body giving small shakes and twitches. More tears fell from his large eyes

”You want me to make you some food? I have not seen you eat at all”

Tabe grabbed into Tengai as he stood up on shaky legs. The blond helped him into the kitchen and into a chair at the table. He then turned around and went to fetch the ingredients.

Soramitsu was silent, having his head rest into the table and hands infront of him. His mind raced and voices became louder. He growled silently before he burried his face into the table

The blond yazuka keept a close eye on the teen behind him. He was worried of course, he did see the skinny man as his son after all. Tabe started to bite into his hands aa his brain Shut off. Tengai was soon finished

”There you go dear”

Tabe snapped out of his thoughts as the blond put the food infront of him and sat down opposite of the tern. Tabe blinked and eyed the food for a long while

”Tabe please.. you need to eat. I made somthing easy to bite into. You are making me worry”

The male infront of him mumbled somthing while keeping his head low

”What was that love?”

”I-I dont d-deserve this.. a-anything.. n-not food.. s-she was r-right.. I-I should starve.. I-I am j-just a u-useless b-burde-”

Soramitsu flinched a little, his face was pressed into the blonds chest. Tengai had stood up and went to sush the raven, keeping a close hold into him

”Soramitsu I want you to listen to me. You do deserve this, its a basic need all humans have. Your.. mother was a horrible person who did not deserve such a wonderful child. She was wrong about you”

He knew about the abuse the raven had been put through by his so called ”mother”. He had been starved, beaten and even forced to eat garbge and the pills his mother took

Tabe’s body shook as tears welled up again. His words had hit the raven deep. He grabbed into the other and sobbed into his clothes, he screamed and cried hard

Tengai hummed softly and petted the teens head, paying his screaming no mind. After a few minuts of crying Tabe pulled away and apologized with a shaking voice

“Dont worry my dear. Now, eat up your food before it becomes cold”

Tengai went to cleaned the kitchen as Tabe took some bites of his food. The blond always made the best food

After eating Tabe put his head on the table again, his head spinning and his thoughts were still all over the place. The monk helped the skinny teen into the couch and Tabe cuddled into his side with a tired sigh. The monk petted the ravens head, its was effective at making Tabe melt into his toutch

Soramitsu soon yawned and laid his head on the oldest lap, his eyelids growing heavy. Tengai smiled softly as he watched his son falling asleep in his lap, quiet snores came from the teen

”I l-love you Mama..”

Is what Tabe said before falling asleep

#short storys #tabe soramitsu #hekiji tengai #shie hissaikai #the eight precepts of death #Bnha #posting here insted

[furorem-yandere]

tw: support mercs when they see their s/o self harm scars? (if this makes you uncomfortable you dont need to do it, sorry!!)

Oh no, this doesn't bother me at all! I... actually have a thing for scars to be honest... I think they're really attractive. Anything from childhood scars that are little to big surgery scars.

Spy is... it's hard to tell most of the time. I think he feels bad. Mostly, he ignores them and that's his way of displaying acceptance. He's a bit afraid to say the wrong thing and unless you directly address it he's not going to say anything. If you're alright with him touching, his fingers might linger there a moment longer, swipe over them, but that's about it. He wants you to feel normal. It's like pretending not to see when your friend is trying to hide tears, in his eyes. He doesn't want you to feel put down in that regard. It feels like an overstep of a boundary he really doesn't want to cross.

Medic has seen a lot of scars, and before they were healed so he's not bothered, though he is upset that you did that. He's not going to trust you in his lab, and if he's got you locked up he's going to be extra careful not to leave anything sharp unattended to. He's very protective, and if anyone mentions them he's going to play guard dog and threaten them off. He's always going to be rubbing his fingers on them, alone or in public if they're accessible. Even if it makes you uncomfortable, he likes them too much. Medic has a thing for flaws on the human body, be it amputations, scars, or missing organs. The gnarlier the scars the more attention he's going to give, so if you have a scar that's bigger or scarier looking, he's going to be distracted by that.

Sniper is nervous. Like Spy, he wouldn't bring them up. He feels it would be disrespectful to ignore them too though, so he just kind of feels awkward and doesn't address them. One of those guys that stares but will look away if you catch him in the act. He doesn't want to say anything that would make you feel bad about them, but they feel very intimate to him. Overall though, he's neutral. They're just a part of you, and he likes everything in that regard. It's impossible not to get scars in his line of work, so to him they're like any other scar. He feels awful about what you must have gone through to get them. I like to imagine that Sniper gave himself 3 cuts or so just to try it as a kid, but they never scarred. He can't imagine having them like you do.

#yandere #ask #my writing #headcanons