#self harmer tw

[maxer-blaster]

Sorry (not THAT sorry) for all the Izzy centric posts but I just realized something

I saw a post saying Izzy puts his hand on candle flames when he lies/conspires against Ed.

And they posited that he did it to punish himself.

So I can't help thinking

He's gonna mess something up, or go against Ed again, and to punish himself, reopen his foot wound

I'm imagining him taking his cane and slamming it down on his injury.

#tw: self loathing #tw:self harm #izzy hands #ofmd #never thought of him as a self harmer until this moment #our flag means death

[mordcore]

processing shit my parents did hours

so in school we had, twice a year, 2 weeks to write all of our exams and deliver all of our presentations, speeches and final projects. 4 weeks of hell per year. december and may. i was the kinda crazy person who self-harmed in exams to force myself to focus so those were probably the times i'd do it the most. i was clearly having burnout and 3 or 4 other problems along with it.

my parents apparently didn't notice or care, because guess what happened the one (1) time i stood up til 3 am to finish my physics project. that's right, i've never pulled an all-nighter, the most i did was stay up til 3 am One Time. did they say "congratulations, we can tell you're working really hard!" or "hey why don't you take a break, grades aren't more important than your health" or just "yeah everyone in your grade is doing that" or maybe even "hey you seem to be struggling to get your stuff done in time, do you need some help?"? no. they said "you clearly don't have your shit together so now you're not allowed to go to your grades' private christmas party". you know, the second party id been invited to At All ever since i was in that particular class with those particular people, who were partying all the time. i somehow managed them to convince me to let me go anyways but i had to humiliatingly leave at midnight so i got to do my part of the gift exchange and then immediately had to go.

not that that one party would have made me be accepted by my peers because following parties i was at and could stay longer didn't do that either but it was a bigger punishment than they might have known also given how i had like, half a friend in the whole country at the time, which i guess they conveniently forgot... but also what the hell kinda attitude is it to punish me for ? struggling with schoolwork??? what the hell is wrong with you.

#my stuff #venty #tw self harm #2 days ago i learnt that that was apparently not average self harmer behavior #idk lol #maybe my parents Did read too much into my giftedness and wanted me to be a specific type of person about it #hah maybe thats why mom thinks i cant have adhd. because she thinks it makes u stupid & unsuccessful and thats not who she thinks i am or #should be #anyway #normal monday morning over here. #also gonna give this a #tw abuse #like i dont see it but im told im not 100% objective about my parents soooo #should i add? i was 16 at the time of this story

[amazinglyegg]

I read your tags on you Boone theory and I completly agree. I used to SH as a teen and young adult in college and I hate that everytime I see rep somewhere, it's a 'woe is me' sad teenage girl who cries while doing so and makes it dramatized as hell when if someone has actually gone through that, it's a casual thing like putting water on to boil. I'd love for once if it was mentioned by a character like Boone, talked about a bit as a tender topic in the past but something learned from, and then never used as something to pick him apart. Nothing like 'What if he does it again? He's fragile and I need to keep him with me to protect him'. As soon as things similar are brought up in a narrative, that's all the writers and Fandom seem to associate the character with and I'd love for Boone to be the outlier and the rep we deserve. Sorry for the rant/ agressive agreement, I'm really passionate about this from my past and Boone being my favorite character in any media.

I'm so glad someone agrees with me on this!

You make a great point with the fact that the fandom (and game developers, truthfully) tends to cling onto characters problems and not focus on anything else. Cait does DRUGS, and Preston is SUICIDAL, and like 10 different characters have DEAD WIVES and the rest of their personality gets forgotten about or overshadowed.

This tends to come naturally due to characters not having much time for plot development, hence why "Cait does drugs" is focused on a lot more often than "Nick has a dead wife", even though those are both the main points of their personal quest. Nick just has way more screen time and thus more personality traits and life experiences for the fandom to cling on to. Cait has 1900 dialogue lines and Nick has 2600 including Far Harbor, just to put it into perspective.

It almost makes me glad the idea of Boone's self harm never gets verbally brought up in game because I know it wouldn't be treated the way it should. Boone is stoic and strong and I know it'd butcher his entire character beyond repair if Bethesda tried to put in a "please stop cutting... for me? 🥺" bit between Six and Boone. Boone isn't a sensitive flower that cries and sheepishly pulls down his hoodie sleeves, he's a grown man who can talk and be talked to like an adult.

If Boone self harming ever did become canon the only way I could see the game dealing with it is the same way you mentioned - "a casual thing like putting water on to boil", because that's how Boone would view it. In a perfect world Boone would have scars visible on his arm that Six could bring up and the conversation would be as curt as literally everything else he says. Something like "Yeah, I used to cut myself. I stopped, though." It doesn't need to be any more than that, really.

It would mean the WORLD to me as someone who's been self harming for seven years now to see truly normal, CASUAL representation. My entire life I've had to cling onto dramatic or romanticized stories of self harm, the whole "she drew a picture on her wrist with a razor as her pen..." garbage just to see myself in any sort of fiction. Googling questions just to get hit with "Is your teen daughter self harming?" as the top results. I cannot think of a SINGLE character in media with visible self harm scars at all, not to mention ones whos self harm is treated respectfully.

At the very least I wish Boone self harming was a more common headcanon. It's hinted at in game and it would be the perfect representation if handled correctly

#SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LONG! #i just have Many Thoughts on it #it would be different if there was literally any rep anywhere. or if it was normal to hc characters as self harmers #but its such a 'touchy' topic that only ever gets written correctly by actual self harmers #i feel like people would think im insane if i dropped something like 'danse cuts btw' into my headcanon list #when in reality sh is NORMAL. I walk around with short sleeves irl and thats okay and not weird or bad. #and if someone brings up my scars i do not start dramatically sobbing and telling them all my hardships #theres a huge difference between 'something being normal' and 'normalizing something bad' that non self harmers tend not to get #fnv #cw self harm #tw self harm #ask to tag

[is-this-how-it-is-now]

for the first time in a very long time I feel like either cutting myself or killing myself. doesn't feel too great.

#whatever #mental illness #mental health #mental instability #personal #mentally ill #relapse #depressions #depression #depressed #tw self harm #self harm #self harmer #cutter #cutting

[xan-the-emo-trans-man]

TW: talk of suicide

I have a psychiatrist app. next month but idk if I’m gonna make it that far chat

I’ve felt a lot better recently but the depression is still very much there. Don’t worry too much about me, I see my therapist in a couple days, I’m just struggling to keep going and keep acting like I wanna be here

stay strong I love y’all <3

#Mentally ill #mentally drained #mentally insane #mentally exhausted #mentally unstable #actually mentally ill #mentally fucked #mentally tired #mental instability #mental disorder #mental illness #tw suicide #suicidial #tw sui ideation #vent #self harmer

[scarletcomet]

was feeling shitty about my self-harm scars, so I went to r/selfharmscars for validation/to feel less alone, but I think that was a mistake because now I'm feeling like my scars aren't bad enough

#gotta love the fucked up thought process of being a self-harmer #i have mixed feelings about my scars i guess #sometimes i hate them but sometimes i sorta like them?? #sometimes it feels good because it's like yeah i feel like shit and i have the physical marks to prove it #idk #tw: self-harm

[lambheartedgirl]

oh dear oh God. it's happening again

#tw for sh and suicide mention further in tags!!! be careful and i love u #searching for a flat in the capital city with my best friends and yet again i dont have the kind of brain everyone else does #FOUR HOURS in that city and i was suddenly a suicidal teenager again. how can i possibly live there #i promised my friends so i have to but im putting myself in so much danger i know. and i cant tell anyone #if i dont go ill have to keep living with my parents and who knows when i could stop. the world was not made for me to exist comfortably in #ive had autistic burnout for years and i cant tolerate ANYTHING. i dont want to be an agoraphobic self harmer again #but the world is so vast and scary and awful that i have no choice. even in its beauty it is terrible #because who am i to insert myself. i just cant cope with being a person. and nobodys offering me any alternatives. nor any sympathy #got high just to have enough courage to talk to my friend about it but still i didnt dare say a thing

[deftonesrunt]

Shifting update for you bae<3

hi....dear tumblr its me again.....

i ofc didnt shift that 1 november day (i dont remember the date). Anyways imma try n shift tonight even though its a school night. Ik we shouldnt shift to escape but like at this point its like.....kms or shift..... HMMM BITCH IMMA SHIFT. So tonight imma shift. I plan on trying to shift to stranger things. imma look over my script hours before n try this new method i found (forgot the name). Tmr i can tell yall the name and give my experience n tell yall if i liked it or not.

#shifting realities #shifting community #shifter #shifting to my dr #shifting to stranger things #lgbtq #self harmer #tw sui implied

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Could you maybe write the chain + koridai and courage (and maybe mask) reacting to a guide with self harm scars.

I know it's a tall order and a bit of a controversial ask but it would make this former self harmer quite happy. And if not thanks for taking the time to read.

^⁠_⁠^. ^⁠_⁠^. ^⁠_⁠^ ^⁠_⁠^

Only wrote Courage, Koridai and Mask, but i would definitely expand this to the rest of the chain if that’s what y’all would like! Please please let me know if any part of this is insensitive or tone deaf.

@triplecatattack come get your boys.

tw: self harm/self harm scars, familial abuse mentioned, sexual abuse loosely implied, physical abuse mentioned

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

The scars never truly stopped hurting. The blood would stop, a scab would form, the scar wouldn’t be as tender, but it still hurt to look at. It didn’t matter whether it was from the perspective of a picture or the reflection in the mirror— it didn’t change the mournful cry in your chest that always threatened to bubble out.

Still, you sat with your tunic looped through your forearms while your eyes remained caught on the old wounds. There were days they were easier to ignore. Days it didn’t matter who you were at your worst. But in the days you find yourself reminded that the you of the past lives living within the you of the present, they’re a little harder to leave be. It’s a just little harder to not wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to console that aching bit of yourself.

At some point, each memory finds its way swimming to the surface all at once. It’s uncanny, how accurately the mind can recreate the sensations of memories and pain it once tried so hard to surpress. All at once you’re reminded how it feels to hold your life in your hands, your nerves suddenly back to raw and frightened. To be left with only your sorrows and the hope to carry through. That primal part of your mind, in its panic, telling you to hide as the door to your inn room opened. It urges you to cover your wounds— lest someone see the most fragile parts of you and decides they are simply too much.

Courage’s hands ached with the heavy bags of equipment and boxes the inn keeper had requested he help with. A day's worth of walking up and down stairs and monotonous lifting meant that he’d gotten quite… grimey. But despite the hard work, even he could admit, the nicer room and sauna were perks worth his work.

Sure, he was no smart man. There weren’t any schools for miles around, and even then he doubted his family would have the money to spend his and his brothers’ education.

But for what he lacked in scholarship, he made up for in strength. Not in the simple manner of labouring like his father— no. He was proven to be far, far beyond that. He could finally fight back.

To the world and its cruelty.

To his father and his drunken swings.

To his brothers and their torment.

To evil as it was.

He counted it as odd— the glassy look of your eyes as you stared at the mirror. But as soon as your trance was disturbed, it was broken. You offered a small, gentle smile to him in your reflection as you fiddled with the towel around your shoulders. You seemed ok, not perfectly content, but nothing that raised alarm bells. Your worries tugged at his nerves, but the last thing he’d ever choose to be towards you is overbearing.

He loved that small upturn of your lips, something so soft that it couldn’t be fabricated (such a detail he learned during his time as a knight, smiling is the mask of any good wealthy person). He had been so out of touch with genuine endearment during his time as a decorated knight, flirting with whichever noblewoman draped herself over his shoulder, that he wouldn’t be all too surprised if he’d fallen head over heels for you right then and there. He’d lived his life in a daze up until the, playing to his strengths within the court. He’d almost forgotten such a sense of genuine attraction.

He’d made it a point after you to not flirt with you— or not in the same manner he did with the noble folk of the court. You deserved far more grace and honour than lewd innuendos and wandering hands. Someone who stirred such a pure sense of hopeless romance in a heart as beaten as his deserved only his best treatment.

He gathered his swimwear and led you down the halls to their hot springs, keeping close watch for any prying eyes or wandering hands that may find you as their target. His most beloved deserved his protection. It didn’t matter if his blade had shattered and his bones had splintered, he’d fight to his dying breath if it meant keeping you safe.

Which is why the sobs from the adjacent row changing rooms were so concerning.

“My love?” He knocked softly on the door, not wishing to escalate the situation if it didn't call for it.

“Are you alright?” The weak hiccups and strained breaths only increased. His brow furrowed as he felt his heart squirm beneath his ribs.

“Dearest, what’s wrong?” There were only a few small shuffles before the lock clicked open. You looked at him through the crack with a level of concern that mirrored ashamed. He feels the way his face softens and he has to try and stop his hand from reaching towards you. Your hands cover your arms as your shoulders curl inward to appear small and shrunken.

“I-“ You choke on the syllable as you force words out, “I look horrible” You shuddered as you exhaled, the sound morphing back into your cries.

He can, at first, only manage to hold you as you cry. If he cannot rid the pain from you immediately, he can at least kiss each tear so they’re welcome. He would not let you believe your emotions are anything but beautiful. Because they are an extension of you and your life. How could anything of you not be beautiful?

When he gives you space he can see the irritation around the scars, scratch marks overlaying the fragile skin. Blood pokes through in a few of the less healed areas, and all at once he gets it. He nods wordlessly, embracing you with his own scarred arms.

“You’re so beautiful” His voice is filled with such awe and splendour you can’t even consider if they’re anything aside from pure candor.

“All of you.” His lips press against the inside of your wrists, right where your veins are visible.

“And you’re so sweet” He speaks into your skin as he works his way toward your elbow. Through his lashes you can see him looking up at you as he snickers at his own joke.

“And My, how I'm so lucky to love you.” He kisses where your scars end before diving back up to capture your lips.

You two aren’t so different, he thinks. You suffer similar demons. But if there’s anything that he can do to ward them off, it’s tell you all the things you make him feel. That life is worth living. That people care about you. That it’s ok to cry. That you’re worthy of love— in all its facets and forms.

۵♡۵

If there was any way to describe the way Koridai would present his affections to you, it would be through finery.

Many say that most people choose to interact with the world in a similar manner to the way they wished the world would treat them. He was no such exception.

Sure, while he certainly was held to a standard of respect and dignity, he wasn’t as much a fool as he pretended. He could tell that he was, no matter how much heroics he did, an outsider. Where we saw his livelihood spent protecting them, they saw a jester of sorts.

His service to them was expected.

There were days he wished that he were born into that life. That he could understand their intricacies when interacting and that perhaps, with prestige he could prove himself more than just a performer.

He wished he had such finery as a good and simple life. But, he could not so simply provide that to himself. He had not the money nor the means. The wealthy wanted their entertainment and it wasn’t easy to leave them unsated.

Where he could not provide for himself, however, he provided to you. Full meals, fine jewellery and clothing… his pockets were lined, but he’d empty them for you. The shine in your eyes as you opened a gift from him was far better than any rupee.

It had taken an only slightly embarrassing amount of time to get your ring size discretely and find a jeweller he thought fit for the job.

Even then, there came the incredibly precise matter of picking out a style for both yours and his own engagement ring. The styles had to complement one another without forgoing the practicality of something that would be worn on one’s hands. Not too fragile nor bulky, not overly simplistic nor egregiously bold- You get the deal.

Then, obviously, came the matter of finding a wizard to enchant the ring (because of course it needed enchantments) for which was a task he found to be needlessly difficult. But with careful management and months spent stealing books from the castle’s library, a wizard was found and an inn booked and the travel started.

He didn’t want to leave you in the room while he added the final touches to the rings, but he’d be damned if he didn’t propose to the culmination of his joy at the perfect place. So he left you to ‘get ready’ as he hiked up a comically large mountain towards a tower surrounded by swirling clouds and crackling lightning.

Some six or seven odd hours later, he was back down said mountain and incredibly fortunate to see both the sun and his sun again. He was light on his feet, gliding through the flow of people with an unfamiliar grace. He’d gotten a few odd stares regarding his soaked clothes and dopey grin, but it didn’t matter to him. It didn’t matter so long as it was the same smile you kiss before bed.

Now, it’s not that he was expecting any sense of divine perfection when he opened the door. You already embodied that to him, no matter if you walked the span of the world or fell down a cliff.

But it was concerning to see you crying.

It was more so to see how you tried so hard to cover it up.

His smile was wiped off his face as he moved with the same speed as before to your side. His hands cradled both of your shoulders in an attempt to block out whatever harmed you. But of course, he cannot easily block out what’s already inside.

“Hey hey hey- what’s wrong, pretty?” His voice must’ve been around as fragile as you felt, your head shaking no as you tried to pull back. He retreated slightly, granting you space if that’s what you wanted.

“D- I- Don’t. I’m not-“ You could hardly cough up the words. He reminded himself to breathe, forcing shaky lungs to draw breath.

“Not ok? Tell me what’s wrong lovely, I want to help” There was some crazed fear in the way you looked at him, like you’d been caught in some trap. Foxes and the like in similar situations would knaw their legs off if it meant escaping.

He hopes you know there’s alternative options.

He can save you too, if you’d let him.

“How could you say I'm beautiful when I look like this?” Your voice is hoarse. Instinctively, he goes to grab a glass of water, but he freezes in the motion. He swivelled to look back at you as you shrank away, your hands haphazardly moving to cover patches of cut skin.

“My love-“ He doesn’t quite intend for the way his own voice sounds strangled, but he never intended for you to be in pain. Even if it were from before he could’ve helped you, he could only wish that in the fire you’d know you wouldn’t be condemned to suffer alone. Not so long as he’d be there to hold you as you cried and begged for forgiveness from a sin you didn’t commit. Not if he were there to kiss every inch of skin if it helped with your discomfort.

Not so long as he loved you.

Not so long as he breathed.

۵♡۵

Bonus!

The door opened too quickly for you to tug your tunic back on. Much to your relief, you were only met with the eyes of the youngest hero. You flinched slightly in shock before settling back down where you sat.

He haphazardly climbed up onto the bed to sit by your side as you continued to get ready for another long day fighting. Your shoulders only ached familiarly as you tugged on your pack.

“Ready Kiddo?” He replied only with a nod and a grin lacking a few teeth.

It wasn’t until well past noon that you could find a moment to sit down and eat. You savoured the cold breeze as it ruffled the grasses and trees. You did, admittedly, savour it less when it covered the sound of Mask creeping up. Smaller hands seized your tired shoulders in an attempt to tackle you. His ambush was ultimately unsuccessful, warranting him air jail. He crossed his arms in unamusement before turning his attention to the handful of yellow blooms in his right hand.

“And what exactly are those for, mister? Poisoning?” You asked, bemused at his little smirk. He shook his head, extending them out to you.

“For me?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Why thank you, my knight”

“For your injuries.” His tiny voice corrected.

“Injuries?” You looked down to double check that you weren’t, in fact, bleeding.

“Your arms. They’re scarring.” He stared at you blankly. Your arms? Oh. That makes a little more sense now.

“That’s right, I forgot” You treasured the bright smile on his face, a sight that didn’t often greet you.

#linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #link x reader #linked universe x reader #link x you #x reader #lu couragexreader #lu courage #lu koridaixreader #lu koridai #lu mask

[xxxplutosblogxxx]

// tw sh //

i only sh for stress / anger relief, today i went deeper then usual and had to stop after 3 baby cuts and 1 surprisingly deep cut (for me).

i tell you because im concerned that this will start being more usual, it felt good which was shocking to me. i fear i might try cutting deeper now because it feels better?

if you're a seasoned self harmer can you give me some insight about cutting deeper?

most left was the last one, might be more shallow then some you freaky fucks hoped for but this was new ground for me.

sorry for rambling, its early and adrenaline hit hard lol xo

#self h@rm #shtblr #self h4te #self destruction #aesthetic #baby cvts

[barkh0ffman]

idk here’s some post bathroom trap adam hcs?

tw for things like manipulation, self harm, kinda dark themes overall.

anyways, here’s this bc saw brainrot came back

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

- People like Adam strive for fun and adrenaline. He has always denied other people’s boundaries, especially when or if it interferes with his fun, or things that he personally wants to do. Adam is incredibly pushy, and very persuasive as well. Without even trying, he can normally push people to do what he wants without question. This, he is aware is wrong, and morally incorrect, but he doesn’t care too much. He does feel guilty about it occasionally, but he drowns it in lust or drug abuse. Selfishness is first nature to him, and he doesn’t feel bad for it, he was raised to know those who put themselves first come first. He thrives off of fucking with people, always expecting there to be no punishment— no repercussions at all, because previously he'd been able to wriggle his way out of any situation. He is a slick talker and he knows how to negotiate.

-Adam is very codependent after developing an attachment, though he tends to keep people that he doesn't like very much around in order to feel better than them. Either way, he has a hard time managing loneliness, and therefore likes to take it out or even seek attention from people by engaging in unsafe activities or violence. He doesn't care about consequences, they never cross his mind. He thinks too much in the present. Overall, his personality is, to put it simply, unstable and chaotic.

-Pathological Lying ; Often doing it for fun, Adam lies a lot. He mostly does it compulsively for fun, often telling people that certain things have or haven't happened to him when it's a lie, or telling them fake information, saying it's completely true. He has no shame in lying to people and is often caught and doesn't seem to care

-Self Destruction ; Adam is a drug abuser and a self-harmer. He uses many different methods to harm himself as a coping mechanism, though, there's more to it than that. He has feelings that he needs to self harm the worst, so he constantly escalates himself, creating a cycle. He also harms himself in less direct ways such as promiscuous sex and impulsive, reckless or dangerous decisions.

-Abandonment and delusions ; Adam has major problems with perceived abandonment, he can get very upset when people leave him, even just to go out to the store or to work. He will, at times, have meltdowns where he screams and shouts and gets angry for somebody he trusts who's trying to go. Adam seems to expect people to stay with him forever when he wants them to, an irrational thought that he seems to believe. When they try to explain that they have responsibilities, Adam often shoots them down and tells them that it's more important to be with him, not understanding why they have to leave if he doesn't. Most people don’t want to live like he does, but he doesn't seem to understand that.

-Intense splitting ; Adam and love somebody one second, idolise them, think they're the best person in the world, but if they make him feel slightly dejected or upset, it can trigger him splitting and he will get very angry, lashing out and feelings of hate. This is really difficult for him because he has no remorse for hurting people when he is on the negative side of a split, however once he is okay again, he often realises what he did and regrets it, often using drugs(large doses of prescribed medication)to cope with this. among many other things.

-Compulsivity is an issue with Adam; primarily with lying. He can't help himself, and constantly finds himself spewing tall tales without thought. He liked to lie and it was easy, and when he was caught he would just lie to cover it up. To be honest, the innermost needs and desires of Adam are truly a mystery, even to himself. He doesn't need or want anything except attention when it’s the very thing he despises in the first place. He considers himself to be bad luck, since all he has ever done was ruin things for people, hurt them, or use them for his own wants or gain. It was natural to him, it seemed. That was always okay with him, though, because he came to terms with the fact that he would never find someone who loves him enough to stay. The deep rooted fear that everyone would leave him, or that perhaps, if no one loved him anymore, he would disappear remained. Maybe that's where his histrionic attitude comes from. Very deep down, maybe he wishes he could put an end to it, but he can't without help and he's not willing to receive help.

-Adam is certainly an extrovert; he loves meeting people and doing artsy things like painting or sewing, surprisingly. Although, he is very loud and passionate, and he knows he can annoy any new people he meets, being fully aware of how obnoxious he is. Unfortunately, this is rarely just to have a good time and make friends. Usually, he does this with the goal of getting something. For him, though, this can be quick to backfire around the right person, as he is quick to become attached, and once he has become attached, he does not like to let go. He will do anything to keep others near him, including but not limited to; threatening to kill himself, harming himself, gaslighting, manipulating, abusing or physically stopping somebody from leaving— while he doesn't realise these actions are wrong, if he did know, he would be quick to shift the blame onto somebody else so he doesn't have to deal with the guilt and remorse himself

-. He's very good at deciphering how people feel and using that against them. He's very good at dancing and singing as well, and taking charge of things or being a good leader. He has many strong qualities that can be used for good. Something that he's gotten very skillful at is lying; he can do it without a second thought and right off the top of his head. Occasionally, he makes up so many tall tales about an event he forgets which is actually the truth. Either way. Adam is very skilled in the social aspect of his life, knowing how to manipulate people into taking Adam’s word for things — which is a bad idea. They are very impulsive and while sometimes this can lead them to make choices that turn out crazily well, it can also be a huge pitfall, as one could assume.

#saw 2004 #sawposting #sawtism #adam stanheight

[positivelymenhera]

✩ haii i'm alex! my pronouns are she/they and i'm 28 (if ive followed you + you're a minor & my age makes you uncomfortable feel free to block me, i understand completely & won't be upset). my pfp is by 知花そら (pixiv / twitter).

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✩ aka this blog is called positivelymenhera bcus it's focused on improving mental + physical health and recovery while being open about our struggles ♡

✩ i'm autistic (level 2) & have depression, anxiety, c-ptsd, eczema, & severe food allergies. ex self-harmer and eating disorder survivor

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- nsfw/18+ adult content

- graphic depictions of death or gore

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✩ tw tags/warnings: as this is a menhera blog, there'll be discussions & art of mental and physical illnesses.

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#mine #positivelymenhera #menhera #yamikawaii #yami kawaii

[pjthedaft]

please please PLEASE self harmers/former self harmers who talk about it on the internet, i am BEGGING you to stop going into detail on how you do/did it and what you used in non-self harm spaces. if you need to go into detail, find a forum, find a place specifically for self harmers. stop posting that stuff on platforms like tiktok and instagram that randomly show content to people from accounts they don’t follow. especially if your account is not dedicated to SH.

“people who are going to do it, are gonna find ways to do it anyways” no. there are some people who, yes, are going to do it anyways. and those people are going to seek out spaces dedicated to SH. but there are also a lot of really young impressionable people who would not have started if someone on *insert social media site here* didn’t basically give them instructions unintentionally. or maybe would have given themselves minor scratches, but not had the materials to really seriously hurt themselves and would’ve moved on.

i say this because it may seem harmless to make a joke about “i used to take apart x object”, but outside of accounts and spaces dedicated to SH, it is absolutely not harmless. i would have never started cutting, and i probably wouldn’t still be struggling with SH now almost 10 years later. also, for those of us who are trying to get better, having an algorithm show us something like that out of nowhere with no TW because we interact with mental illness awareness, recovery, or even just alt music content, is extremely triggering and has triggered relapses into SH for me.

please if you need to talk about it in detail, find a dedicated space. i’m not asking you to cover up healed scars, i’m not asking you to never talk about your history with SH, but stop giving fucking tutorials in the form of jokes and memes on platforms that show it to people who don’t follow you. when you give a kid with no healthy coping mechanisms, no resources, and probably no support system, a goddamn tutorial, idk what y’all expect to happen.

#TW #SH #self harm #tw SH #tw self harm #cutting #tw cutting #mental illness #harm reduction #it just fucking hurts when i see that stuff being posted #usually in speaces for mental health awareness #some of y’all should know better #you are not a recovery page if you’re posting tips and tricks #not trying to place blame on people #but you do need to be responsible when you have a platform on those apps

[ghastlysh]

MAJOR TW FOR MENTIONED SH!!!

I have been an on and off self harmer for roughly 10 years now. But it really reached its peak in middle school, 7th grade I was self harming every night multiple times a night. I still have the pictures from my first ever actual cuts on my arms and I can probably create a timeline of how they've gotten worse. I remember it starting with 3 or 4 little tiny marks that didn't even bleed, and as I got used to it I would go deeper and deeper trying to get the same feeling. Sometimes I feel sad about it but other times there is almost a sick sense of pride in it. I've been clean for about 6 months now but I still find myself day-dreaming about cutting or creating plans to get my hands on a razor of some kind. I worry myself because the one consistent thing I tell myself is to just hold on until I'm living alone,and then I'll be free to self harm as I please. And honestly it's not even about the control or the relief it gives me anymore, it's become almost like an addiction. I crave it for no particular reason at all. Sometimes I'm just bored and I'll sit and scroll through other people's pictures of their scars or self harm and it brings me such comfort. I look at other people's scars the way someone would look at tattoos for inspiration. I miss the way self harm made me feel,the feeling of accomplishment after a particularly deep cut or looking at the layers of scars on my arms and legs. The one thing that discourages me from self harming currently is that I know I've lost my tolerance. I don't want to restart with baby cuts I want to go back to styros and ending up with raised scars. I feel like there's nobody I can talk to. If I even mention wanting to self harm I'm carted off in an ambulance,so the way I see it is if I'm going to end up in the hospital anyways, why not go ahead and fuck my arms up in the meantime. Idk feeling a little silly today guys.

#tw s3lf harm #tw self sabotage #self mutalition #shblr #tw cvtting #styroblr #cvt

[self-hatred-h00die]

tw for sh, kinda graphic descriptions //

i nicked some kinda vessel :/ it wasn't spurting/pulsing so probably an arteriole or vein, but holy fuck it was scary to add that final swipe and just. see the blood start pouring. and holding a bunch of paper towels to it, watching it soak through in seconds and feel how warm the flow was.

same "oh fuck" feeling i had at my first deep styro. i was definitely about to throw up or pass out or both. i just applied pressure for a bit and tried not to freak out too bad. once it stopped i covered it with a bandaid so i don't look at it and get freaked out again.

then i laid down and texted a friend.

im feeling better now. the blood's stopped. ill be okay. i knew i wasn't gonna die or anything dramatic. but i have a huge fear of blood. it's gotten better over the years (u kinda build a tolerance when u see it so much as a self harmer lmao) but it still affects me and holyyy fuck t scared me so bad rn.

anyway i miss my bf he better come back soon b4 i end up doing smth i regret

#tw sh #tw self harm

[raveartts]

Yep, crop top is easier to draw. Lmao this is supposed to be a general art account, I just,,,, never post anything, I should post more art

(try and guess what the kanji says :)))

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TW: EXTREME DEPICTION OF SELF HARM UNDER THE CUT

Since I p much found that confirmation that self harm is what lies under his bandages, I had to draw it

I wonder what kind of self harmer he is, lots of neat little cuts or does he just go straight to town? We see him gently running his finger over a knife in canon to taste the blood, which feels pretty tame for him imo

#raveartts #akudama drive #akudama cutthroat #cutthroat #self harm #tw blood #tw self harm #anyways #the japanese says ''commit crimes'' #it's crime committing time :) #I gave him a lil rain poncho in the second drawing uwu #SH tw