#tw scar mention

[captaincolorblob]

Consider, Grian with a scar that looks like The Rift

#sometimes my brain just says things idk #grian #hermitcraft #dia rambles #tw scar mention #the healed wound type not the person

[mushroom-for-art]

I ran so fast lmao, reverse Pip belongs to @blues-sues once more!

Not so different

Mud and grit rubbed against his fur and skin uncomfortably in a way that made his skin crawl, the texture was unpleasant for him, though he was thankful he hadn't gotten too much of the mud in his wounds let alone his eyes. He felt his eyelid twitch in discomfort at the thought of it. A wet cloth didn't bring much comfort especially with the cold water it brought but it cleaned him off, slowly but surely.

Her aura flickered faintly in waves and rolls dancing and fading from his psychic sight, he didn't know the name of the color of her shape but it didn't look like the others, it felt fuzzy and softer making him feel a bit more safe and comfortable. The clean water splashed in its bucket as she dipped a new piece of fabric in, wringing it off and wiping away more of the mud he was coated in, the texture of grit on her own fingertips was unpleasant but she continues on, faintly they could hear others talking arguing about something that didn't concern them right now and he'd found he was getting a lot better at tuning out background noises even with his hearing being heightened.

Water droplets slid down his arm falling off of him into the sopping wet ground beneath, Muddy Water had certainly done its job. His head twitched and jerked as he felt a water droplet forming on his temple slowly sliding down to his eye sockets head twitching uncomfortably trying to shake it off, he wanted to paw at his face but his hands were still filthy and being cleaned off he could put grit in his sockets, the thought of a water droplet pooling in his eyes caused his twitching to increase.

He stilled feeling a hand move to his shoulder, water droplet still threateningly moving as his brow furrowed before a dry towel brushed past the side of his face slowly and gently up to his horn, and then it passed over his forehead collecting up the offending water droplet and any more moisture and then against the other side of his face to his horn on that side, his fur still felt moist but the thick droplets of water were gone and his anxiety began to lessen. It was a simple act but, used to having his discomforts being ignored it did bring a rush of relief.

He felt the wet cloth carefully return to cleaning off his arm of the persistent mud, cleaning the back of his hand and fingers. He swallowed quietly in thought, mouth opening and shutting again with barely a hum or croak.

".....tha….aank…" channeling his inner thoughts to be outer thoughts was harder than he had thought it would be, he could feel his temple already beginning to ache from the strain of projecting his speech, "yooouuu," it was something of a breathy exhale despite not being pushed through his lungs, he couldn't even recognise his own voice but it should have been enough. Judging by the stilling of her hand he must have heard her and it wasn't for naught.

Unfortunately he could not see the smile nor the mouthed "you're welcome," before she returned to cleaning off his hand cleaning grit from between his fingers gently. His mouth twitched awkwardly and he felt his eyebrows furrowing as he wondered why she wasn't responding to him, was he not really worth it?

As she cleaned his hand the frown on his face was noticed, as was the subtle attempt to pull his hand away from her wanting to pull away and just dunk the clean water over himself and hope that it got the dirt off and he could be alone. He felt her squeeze his digits gently and he stilled just a little as he frowned to himself before she moved his hand which was strange. He allowed it though. His damp digits made contact with skin. She was warm as she put his fingers carefully to her throat she could feel his knuckles under her chin, he wasn't sure what to make of it until he detected the texture difference.

Without her guide his finger tips traced up and down a small section of her throat feeling over the scarred tissue compared to the unscarred tissue, he stopped on the scar tissue slowly feeling across one way and then feeling across the other feeling the size of the scar. He pulled his hand away slowly and touched his fingertip to his own neck feeling the scarring there before moving to put his fingers back, attempting to find her scar again and with some guidance his fingers bumped against her scarred tissue once more.

She couldn't talk either, just like him except humans don't have telepathy. He tilted his head a bit as he stared forward without seeing as though looking at her, her hands took his and moved his touch away but he felt her softly pat the back of his hand and she squeezed his hand with hers once more and this time he didn't feel as though it was a weak attempt of crushing his hand bones. There was a quiet moment as she held his hand squeezing it softly with hers, the warmth seeming to travel up his arm through him before returning with a slosh of clean water and cloth to clean the mud from his person as it still uncomfortable caked his chest and other arm.

#My writing #@blues sues oc #@blues sues reverse pip #Tw eye trauma #Tw eye socket trauma #Tw disturbing ideas #Pip worries about getting water and mud grit in his eye sockets and the thought of it makes me cringe so warning for that #Cause like I think anyone would be freaked by that especially someone with no eyes #Tw scar mention #They have a bonding moment #Despite bonding Nessa does need to unfortunately continue business as usual helping wash the mud off him #So she doesn't get to enjoy that moment long #Look he's blind you know his ass would still be muddy if left to wash himself alone #Plus I just think it's sweet her helping get him cleaned off and seeing him panic and figuring out to try him off a bit #Idk how good his telepathy is so I'm just assuming it's struggle from lack of use

[v01dbug-s1nr0se]

Us:Our characters aren't that broken!!

Our characters: [Original and fan made!]

Aka physically cannot be given an affection nickname without genuinely tearing up because everyone that's ever given him one broke his heart and stamped on his ribs

Cara has ruined their eyesight beyond belief with no hope of ever getting it fixed all because their quirk is a double-edged sword that seems to bury itself in their chest more often than not

Cera never got the honour of meeting his younger sister because of familial expectations and a crippling anxiety that he'll never be good enough and that he's nowhere near as good as his little sister

Seri is terrified of letting people in because he was abandoned by everyone and his kingdom turned on him just because of some poorly worded rumours

Axel doesn't know how to emotionally function without coming off as a complete and utter douche because he's never felt genuine affection growing up and he feels like he never will despite being immortal

Void is split across multiversal creative timelines but in every single one of them they're never alone no matter what they do and they can't even escape it even if they wanted to because they're a lab experiment stuck in a time loop

Cyrm doesn't know what emotions are because she was an experiment in the very hospital she worked at only to get fired over a bold step to save people and she turned to villainy

Friend got obliterated and destroyed because of his name and he was just recently built, just recently created, and was made into a laughing stock by people at his creator's old job sites

Kia can't remember anything about his past and his only friend is a crow and he doesn't even remember the "mostly healed" scar that seems to split his head in half

#And that's not even half of our OCs!!!! #Koru Post #Just writer things #Writing stuff #Writing angst #OC Angst #OC Lore #BNHA OCs #MHA OCs #Blackout.EXE #Angst #TW Experimentation #TW Scar mention #TW Abuse Implied #Reminder that all of this is FICTIONAL!!!!

[pigeonwit]

for the fic title:

“stitching loose threads in my soul (in the morning, i’m bulletproof)”

i love noah kahan and long fic titles so here ya go <33 have fun !!

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

... okay look i know the majority of people are here for newsies and i do love newsies very much but oh my god this is so david frances coded. it really is. i can't help it i'm sorry-

in my head i'm thinking of this like a 5+1 - 5 times david had to force himself to be brave + 1 time he didn't need to be. the first time is right before 'confederate fag', when david arrives late and needs to hype himself up before going back to school after his suicide attempt. he's been outside school for way too long, he tries texting brody to no response, and he looks up to see that fucking flag waving above him like it's mocking him - so he tears it right down and spray-paints it, because it's his now, and his life is his now and everyone who has a problem with it can get fucked.

the second time takes place with the group at the creek before billie and brody find them all; peaches and david are talking about the plan to move to LA while mouse makes daisy crowns. david obviously wants to get the fuck out of winchester creek, but his whole life has been stuck in this fucking town for years, and i do think there'd be a piece of him beneath the idealism that's scared the whole world is just one big winchester creek with no place for him in it. but then billie and brody show up, tell him about their plan on how to keep brody from getting outed, and wow, it turns out the jock who spent his whole life in the closet and the cheerleader who's never taken a stand in her life are braver than he is. billie shows him how to shoot the gun - he's scared, of course he is, because he knows how dangerous this thing is, but he can't help but be enamoured by it. and he's anxious to shoot it, laughing awkwardly when he gets it wrong. but billie's guiding him around the trigger and showing him how to shoot straight, and he can do it. he can. and then all their phones start blowing up, especially brody's - and he's terrified, because everything that happened to him is happening all over again. but billie's handing him the gun and saying 'this keeps us safe', and he has to believe it's true.

the third time is after mouse gets attacked. brody's been outed, david's been thrown under the bus, the money's gone, billie's in jail and mouse is hurt. mouse, his friend, his brother, the little kid he watched grow up and swore would never be as scared as david was to exist. and it's all closing in - their escape plan is gone, they're all stuck here in danger forever with no way out, brody's information was given to a conversion camp, everyone is even more furious and hateful towards all of them and none of them can do anything as mouse gets attacked in broad daylight. and david wants so badly to be scared, to break down and cry, but he can't. because he's the dreamer, and he's always failed them once. so when mouse says their piece about it being 'a hard rite of passage for weird boys in small towns', david wants to be proud of them - but he's just furious with himself that he's let another weird boy get beaten. so he's going to do something about it. he has to.

the fourth time is his thought process before and after 'saint david', starting with him on his knees in front of ms banks as she asks him how can he expect anything else than what he got when he insists on rocking the boat. he has to have something wrong with him that makes him thrive on people hating him. he has to. and she's telling him it won't last, that someday he's going to look at himself in shame and hide himself all over again, and he can't let that be true. so he forces himself to be brave, to be a saint, to martyr himself if it means shielding every other queer kid in town from what he went through. so he takes billie's gun and he goes to find kelly, because what other choice does he have? he has to be brave now. for him and everyone else.

the fifth time is during the standoff, when he's holding the gun at kelly and feeling power for the first time. he could actually save someone here. kelly's the ringleader, she's the one who keeps them tormented. if she's gone, it's safer. people know they can't just push them around anymore. mouse won't get beaten up in the hallways. maybe billie will still be able to go to college. he can do this. but then billie's there, begging him not to do it, telling him there's no reason to, and all he can do is scream at her to shut up, just shut up, because he knows. he knows there's no reason to kill kelly. he knows it won't solve anything. but he is so tired. he's so fucking tired. he can't take this anymore. but billie's taking his hand, telling him that this won't end anything for him, that he deserves to live his life as beautiful or as ugly as he wants - and david's so scared of that, of never getting that life even when he tries for it, of the thought that there really, truly is something wrong with him that he can never get away from. but he listens. he puts the gun down. he has to keep trying. trying to be brave. trying to believe his life is worth living.

and then the time david doesn't have to be brave at all; this would be after the events of the show, including the final scene at the pride parade. the group is all back at the creek, breaking their 'once a year, anytime, anyplace, anywhere but winchester creek' rule for the first time. david's just walked through his shitty home town in a skirt and a t-shirt that reads 'gay-boy' and he's still kind of reeling over it. billie's passed the bar. peaches is sleeping on her girlfriend's shoulder, because she can actually sleep now. brody, the jock he used to fucking despise, is wearing a shirt that says 'himbo' on it. and mouse is twenty-two, four years into testosterone and still making little crowns out of daisies. and they tie that crown on david's head, and it's like they're kids again, except not, because mouse has a rat-stache that they absolutely refuse to shave and the scars on david's wrists are pale pink instead of angry red and there's nothing in his head except for the sound of frogs and a crown of daisies and he's fine. he's totally fine. he doesn't need to be brave anymore. because he's fine.

... i think the post you made said 'SHORT synopsis' jac but. i don't care this is my blog and i am god here. sorry it's not newsies, i just really love billie the kid with all my heart and i want to write something for it SO bad and when i saw the quote the ideas just started coming and wouldn't stop. but if you want to send in another or have me re-do this for newsies just let me know and i can!!!

#i'm sorry yall newsies has been dethroned for me. it is still my little princess but billie... she is my queen #david frances #billie the kid #tw suicide mention #tw scar mention #billie the kid musical #we-are-inevitable

[ittybittyteddie]

I had to have surgery when I was little on my arm 'cause of a disease that I have and it left a scar that points out lots and it makes me feels bad 'bout my looks but!! my very bestest friend stuffie needed surgery on his arm too, the very same one, and now we got matching scars!!! 😃🩹💕

#it makes me really really happy 😊 #tw surgery #surgery mention #agere #age regression #safe agere #agedre #age dreaming #safe agedre #stuffies #stuffed animals #soft toys #teddy bear #he a ice bear!! 😃🐻‍❄️❄️💙 #tw scar mention #tw scars

[wayward-sherlock]

thinking, once again, about this fic of mine.

#i think that this one bad idea! girl crush and my most recent are my favorite fics ive written #because they’re so personal to me. and im reading abim and getting emotional about will’s scars again and my own and how #such a defining part of my life will forever be etched into my skin. whether i like it or not. #also i heard running up that hill today and it just reminded me of where i was last summer and where i am now and how much i’ve grown #one day i promise i will stop thinking about this fic but #maybe that day will also be the day i will finally be truly healed <3 #anyway. sorry #🫧🪴 #💛💙 #wayli writes #could i need you this much? #tw scar mention #<- just in case

[n3onstarss]

Heat Lightning

TW; SH mention, scar mention and panic attack mention!! none actually occur, but theyre talked about and heavily implied!!

Romantic or platonic?: platonic to romantic (get together)

Relationship(s): Rise! Leo x Reader

Type of reader?: Transmasc, i projected my kintype and whoever guesses gets a lollipop /hj

Disclaimer(s): Both the reader and Leo are written to be late teens, think 16/17

It was hard to explain how I'd ended up here, sobbing my heart out on the shower floor in the lair over something so small.

Everyone shared a moment of horrified silence before the chaos erupted in full swing. Raph started lecturing Donnie, Leo and Mikey began yelling, and Donnie was still processing what he'd said with shock and terror on his face.

Donnie and I had been picking on each other again, swapping sarcastic remarks back and forth. Eventually, I must've pushed too far with that Atomic Lass comment. I don't remember exactly what was said, but it was something along the lines of "At least I'm not in love with a fictional character! At least I don't have 50+ fics saved of her, either!" And that, exposing him to his family, must've really riled him up. I still can't believe he fucking said that though. I'd told him in confidence about my past (and present) with self harm, and he really decided it was a good idea to retort with

"Well at least I don't have cutting boards for thighs!"

At that point I couldn't breathe and could hardly see. I needed to leave that room. Bolting from the kitchen, past the bickering brothers and into the bathroom down the hall had been the easy part. The door barely missed catching my tail and I hardly had the time to lock it before Raoh began knocking and Mikey's pleading started. Even over all of that I could faintly hear arguing in the distance.

If that all was the 'easy part', ignoring Splinters worried calls, finding the strength to keep the door locked while they tried to get me to come out, and trying to stop a panic attack was the hard part.

The shower is inviting as I step inside, shelled by the curtains and left in the dim light that filtered through and above them. I plop onto the floor as the hyperventilation and hiccups start, my wings form a sort of tent as my tail wraps around my feet, making myself as small as possible. Tears either pinked onto the bottom of the tub or soaked into my scales.

Apparently I'd passed out after a bit, cried myself to sleep even. I woke up covered in sweat and tears. blegh. How long had it been? I don't know, but the lair was silent and I could only assume it'd been a hour or two. Three tops. It was probably safe to leave by now, everyone would be out or in their rooms and I could nab my duffel from the living room and leave, come back a different day and try again. Maybe.

Of course I ruined my first sleepover by picking fights and then fleeing at a jab. I need to go, my thighs were screaming for a few new markings and I forgot to bring anything with me anyways. I'd really thought I could kick the habit, huh?

The bathroom door clicked and creaked open as I unlocked it and peeked around the corner, hopeful that everyone was in their rooms or gone. Unluckily, Leo was right there, sitting just off to the side of the door and seemingly asleep. It was odd to see him so peaceful, his arms holding his knees to his chest and his head ducked down between them.

"..Leo?.." My voice was hoarse from crying and not speaking for so long. "You awake there bud..?"

His head practically shot up, whipping around. "[name]!! Are you okay? You are okay, right? Do you need anything?? Please don't be mad at Donnie, I'm sure he didn't mean it! Are you gonna leave us? Please don't le-"

"Leo!"

Silence hung heavy between the two of us. A deep breath, and then a continuation.

"I'm okay, I'm not mad at anyone. Please calm down."

'I'm okay!' you're such a goddamn liar. you just passed out sobbing in his bathroom goddamnit'

I'd barely finished my train of thought before the shorter mutant flung himself into my arms, forcing me to heave my arms up and throw my wings back to avoid having them pinned or folded.

Everything was just downhill from there, in the best of ways.

Now I was sat in his room, on his bed as he lay between my legs. I was sat hunched over, back against his headboard, mindlessly flicking through movies while he lay on his back with his head on my belly. His arms reached up above him and his fingers moved gently across the nubbins on my face or the scales on my arms, revealed by my black tank top.

"Sooooo... we gonna talk about it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to keep the panic out of my voice, make a reference and keep it all lighthearted, and obviously failed.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, I just wanted to ask what Donnie meant by that comment exactly and if there was any way I could help?"

"... The reason he said that is cause I told him something confidential. I pushed him too far, and he retaliated in a way he deemed fair. There's no way to really help, it's a me problem, but thank you."

"Mhmmm.. I know what he meant, by the way. I just wanted to make sure I was right before I assumed."

"Very mature of you, good job Lee." He could practically hear the smile in my voice. I was still clicking through pirated movies, but much slower now. The TV across the room was much less important than the boy in my lap.

"Thank you, my good sir! Anyways, are you sure it's just a you problem? It doesn't have to be if you don't want it to be."

"And what do you mean by that, cowboy?" Ah yes, deflection using a old nickname stemming from a old matching Halloween costume. Real mature. Good job [name].

"I mean i want to help. I want to be there for you and help you through this. I won't force my help upon you, but I'm here space ranger." Of course he uses the same nickname tactic. Little shit. (affectionate)

"And what exactly are you implying, hmm?"

"Supreme pizza in the sky, you're stupid! I mean I want to be there for you! I wanna be your boyfriend!"

Silence. The TV was the only noise, finally playing a pirated Godzilla movie. The movement across my forearms had stopped. Full, stunned, shocked silence.

"Oh uhm i mean- uh-" He stumbled over his words, he started talking with his hands more than his words at some point, flailing them around.

Gently, i got a hold on his wrists, bringing him back down to Earth and making him stop flailing.

"Sure."

Leo practically catapulted upwards and almost flug himself off the mattress and onto the floor.

"HWHAT?! REALLY?!"

I was almost insulted he questioned my seriousness. I exaggerated my eye roll, too, for emphasis.

"Yes, Le-oh!"

Instantaneously I was caught in a rib crushing, spine popping, wing wrinkling high.

"Okay okay chill out!!" I tried my best to wiggle a hand free and pat his head, but only managed to catch his back. My tail thumped loudly against the bed as it wagged, only some was actually able to move from the sudden tangle of limbs, but it was more than enough to make him laugh even more. Curse this tail for giving me away when I'm trying to play offended!

I somehow got him to loosen up and sit back, rolling my shoulders before gently pulling him into me again. This time my wings were wrapped around him instead of pinned, and the scaley membrane acted as a blanket, shielding the shorter boy from the world. The little-er terrapin nuzzled his face into my chest, just above my tank top, and let out a sigh of contentment.

"... Can I see them?" He leaned back a bit to gauge my reaction. apparently I had confusion and shock written all over my face because he quickly followed up with "No no no not like that!! ..the scars?"

Wordlessly I considered for a moment before nodding and he scooted back. I pulled up my gym shorts a little at a time to reveal thin white lines slashed messily across my thigh. Some were red and raised from newer scabs, others were faded and nearly invisible among the mix. His hand slowly moved to touch, but ended up hovering right above them.

".. May I?" Another nod and the gentle scaled hand came down. He ran his three fingers gently over each and everyone, tracing them and making his own brilliant constellations. I revealed my other thigh only to see him brighten and sadden all at once.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

I shook my head "No.."

"Okay.. I'm here whenever you need to though."

He continued his tracing, dancing his fingers along scabs and faded scars. Slowly he began scooting backwards off my thighs more and more, until we were back in the position we started in. By now the movie was half over, but we settled in regardless. Leo, instead of laying on his back again, laid on his side instead so he could continue his tracing. eventually kisses joined the mix too as I gently stroked the back of his head.

The movie ended and instead I shut it off and began to play some songs on Spotify. Leo also grabbed his phone and began to use my thigh as a pillow instead. Both of us were plenty comfortable and bordering on sleep, Mitski's I Bet On Losing Dogs playing softly from my speakers while he played Subway Surfers like a maniac. (affectionate)

The glow of his phone screen shut off eventually as he sleepily yawned and nuzzled into my thigh again, making himself comfortable.

"Goodnight, I love yo-"

"LEO, HAVE YOU SEEN [NAME]?!" Donnie suddenly slammed the door open, shattering the peaceful moment and sending both of us jumping 6 feet off the ground. (Figuratively, not literally) Even after calming back down my wings remained raised a little and pupils narrowed, ever on the offense.

"Oh, nevermind. Well, I just wanted to come say I'm sorry. I went to far and that's my bad, I shouldn't have said what I said." Leo looked between Donnie and I, jaw on the floor. Donnie almost never apologized!

"Apology accepted Donnie, and I'm sorry too. I pushed your buttons first, and I really shouldn't have." Leo looked like he was about to faint, BOTH of the most stubborn people he knew were apologizing to each other?!

".. well okay then!" Donnie clapped his hands together. "Now that that's settled I'll leave you two to.. whatever you were doing." As he turned to leave a very audible "*cough* Gay *cough*" was heard.

Silence, once again, felt like an eternity before I spoke up. "Sooo.. movie or cuddles oooor something else?"

Leo feigned taking a moment to think, tapping his finger against his chin and scrunching up his face to stare at the ceiling, before responding. "Is both an option, my good gentleman?"

"It indeed is, my liege. What motion picture would thoust like to bear witness to this fine evening?"

"Hrmmm.. doth the television present thy Jurassic Park motion pictures?"

"It doth indeed! Which era do thou prefer?"

A fit of barely contained giggles rocked the two before a decision was finally made. Jurassic World Dominion was pulled up on the television upon mutual agreement as we both settled in again. This time Leo scooted up so we could "cuddle properly" as the prologue started rolling.

Not even halfway into the movie he was fast asleep, chirping occasionally and shifting a little every now and then. I really wanted to finish the movie, but sleep tugged my eyelids and I was already yawning so much I could barely see it anyways. I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick selfie, just for a momento and to show him in the morning, before putting it away again.

Gently, I tugged his mask off and hung it where he usually put it. We'd had sleepovers before this disaster, just the two of us, before. Damn, how did I not notice??

Finally, sleep caught up to me. I planted one last kiss on one of his stupid vibrant red stripes, mumbled a quick "G'night, I love you.." and passed out cold.

#hhhhhhhhh #projection #gender neutral s/o #rottmnt #tw sh #tw sh mention #tw scar mention #tw panic attack mention #leonardo x reader #leo x reader #rottmnt leo #leo rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leonardo x reader

[fanatichistory]

Scene Prompt 20

Taking a stab at some hurt/comfort today! Hope I did okay lol

TW: scar/ cigarette burn mention

Whumpee stood uneasily in front of the floor length mirror in the guest bedroom the Team was currently staying in. 

The R&R was long overdue and they were ordered by the higher ups to stand by in the townhome, under cover as a family until given their next assignment.

They honestly hoped that day was a long ways away yet and had a lot of anxiety about returning to the field.

The townhome they were staying in came with a pool and the rest of the team was currently enjoying the amenities as they either splashed around or soaked up the sun. Team Leader was even cooking at the grill, the delicious smell wafting in through the open bedroom window and making their mouth water.

The last assignment was particularly difficult for Whumpee. Having been captured and used as a hostage put the entire team at risk and nearly cost them the mission, which weighed heavily on them. 

As Whumpee stared at their reflection in the mirror, dressed in their swimsuit as if ready to join the others, they could see every scar made by Whumper during their time as a hostage. 

Cuts and long jagged lines criss crossed their arms and back, a few travelled down their legs. Their sides sported two pronged marks, from the cattle prod, and a few cigarette burns along their jaw and several more burns on their palms. The swimsuit showed all of it. Everything Whumper had done to them.

Bile rose in Whumpee's throat as they couldn't bear to make eye contact with themselves in the reflected image anymore. Arms crossing over their torso as they anxiously rubbed their hands on their arms as if to get warm despite the summer heat.

"I wouldn't worry about it."

Whumpee yelped, startled at the sound of Caretaker's voice as they were caught leaning on the doorframe watching Whumpee take stock of themselves.

"You're a survivor Whumpee, like me. You're scars just tell the story is all. Granted there is a bit of an adjustment period..." Caretaker gave a small, yet reassuring smile as they entered the bedroom.

"I-I...I don't know how Caretaker..." Whumpee admitted quietly, looking down at the floor as Caretaker approached them in front of the mirror.

Without saying a word, Caretaker peeled off their shirt and revealed their own scars to them. The same criss crossing lines marked up their torso and arms, travelling down past their shorts. The same two pronged marks Whumpee had from the cattle prod were in a similar pattern on both sides of Caretaker's own torso. 

Whumpee's eyes moved along each mark and scar on Caretaker's body in quiet awe. They were the same, survived the same person. "Whumper?"

Caretaker merely nodded as they sat down on the edge of the bed while motioning Whumpee to join them. Slowly and cautiously, they did. Gingerly sitting next to them while trying not to stare at the scars that told a similar story to their own.

"My scars show pain and suffering, that much is true for both of us, but they also show my will to survive. Our will. They're part of my history which will always be there. And yours too, Whumpee. " Caretaker rested their hand on their leg in offering for Whumpee to hold it.

Whumpee took it and Caretaker gave their hand a squeeze to reassure them further.

"This is just your adjustment period. If you're not ready to show the world your story, that's okay too. Here." Caretaker offered them their shirt to wear over their swimsuit in attempt to hide the scars. 

"I promise it will get better. You've got me and the rest of the Team looking out for you, so don't give up just yet Whumpee." Caretaker added with a brilliant smile.

Whumpee couldn't help the hope that bloomed in their chest as they clutched the shirt to themselves. 

Caretaker just radiated warmth and comfort, which felt so good to Whumpee that they couldn't restrain themselves from giving Caretaker a hug while thanking them profusely.

Caretaker gave a light laugh and squeezed them back.

"Team Leader should be just about done with the grilling...how about we go dig in before the others lay claim to the good stuff?" 

"Sounds like a good deal!" Whumpee grinned, donning Caretaker's shirt and giving themselves one final appraising look in the mirror. 

Yes, the shirt covered the scars nicely, being two sizes too large for Whumpee's frame, but that was okay Whumpee determined. 

It was just an adjustment period after all.

#whump community #whump scenario #whumpee x caretaker #hurt/comfort #scene prompt #whump writing #whumpblr #tw scar mention #tw burn mention #write the scene

[russeliarat]

If you think about it, Pre-Calamity Link (gonna call him AoC Link for clarity) prolly shouldn’t have that many scars compared to BotW Link. 

AoC Link’s whole story before the Calamity was that he was so crushed under societal expectations of what a bodyguard to Zelda and Hylian Champion should be, that he simply conformed to them, not preparing for the Calamity at all because of it, and crumbled. He had to be forced to start over from scratch to re-start his life and save Hyrule. Because of this, he was probably most likely just going about his day with Zelda and watching over her like instructed, which meant he didn’t engage in combat or get wounded all that much during the timeframe between the first and last memories. The only visible exceptions are Memory 8, where he protects Zelda from the Yiga very briefly, Memory 9, where he fights off an entire horde of monsters and Lynels, Memory 17, where Link falls in battle and Zelda awakens to her Goddess Powers, and arguably Memory 10, where Mipha heals Link’s wounds.

This is compared to BotW Link, who had to build his life around living in the wild. He’s constantly climbing everything, running head-first into monster camps, throwing himself off of cliffs and just barely catching himself with the paraglider etc. Not to mention, he now has access to the Sheikah Slate, which means a shit ton of bombs and slamming metal and throwing himself around using statis. Also, he’s going against the elements much more - he’s running around next to lava on Death Mountain, both getting struck by and using lightning to his advantage, freezing to death in the Hebra Mountains, and getting a tan and a half after staying in the Gerudo Desert for days on end. He’s getting roughed up a lot more.

Scar estimation under the cut 

Mainly so I can keep track of this myself, I’ll sort the scars AoC Link would have into most likely, and potentially, for injuries that aren’t entirely canon but due to the nature of the fight could likely scar, and injuries that are up to interpretation whether they would scar or not. Obviously, there aren’t any injuries explicitly seen in the memories nor any combat, so it would be quite hard to judge definites so here’s a round-about estimation.

Most Likely:

- The first true battle we see AoC Link has engaged in; Memory #8 - A Premonition. In the wreckage, an entire horde of monster corpses are seen, including at least 3 White-Maned Lynels. We also see Zelda tending to his wounds as she scolds him, though comments that they aren’t bad. Other than attacks from the Bokoblins, Moblins, and Lizalfos, since White-Maned Lynels are among the hardest enemies in the game and he fought more than one in the middle of a horde, he must have at least a few scars just from them. 

Since White-Maned Lynels breathe fire and use elemental arrows, it’s likely he has scars from fire, ice, and electricity. Not only that but also wounds from their Savage Lynel Swords (it seems that they weren’t wielding crushers or spears in the memory). From the other three monster types, I’d say it’s mostly arrow wounds, possibly elemental, bruises or dents from rocks, and slashes. I’d say he got a large majority of his scars from this battle. 

- Memory #17 - Zelda’s Awakening. The big moment before Link’s death in all but name. For context, it seems that Link has been battling with Guardians for so long, he physically cannot keep up. It’s explained that he dies from exhaustion from overworking himself to protect Zelda, but personally I also think it was a mixture of that and any injuries he would have gained from the battle. For him to die from exhaustion, it’s likely that he wouldn’t have had time to properly treat his injuries and potentially bled out (I know no blood is shown but keep in mind Nintendo loves to keep their kid-friendly rating).

So he’s fighting Guardians, right? And we see he’s all scuffed up, both from the elements and the fight. In the memory, it’s also clearly seen that they’re surrounded by fire as they fight the Guardians, suggesting that Link failed to deflect their beams and it either hit their surroundings or hit him. Since Guardian beams seem to not be entirely deadly, meaning they most likely don’t do harm to anything vital - like being strong enough to tear through organs and bone, it most likely means he would get gashes, second to third degree burns, and likely an infection from dragging these untreated injuries through mud and dirt for potentially hours on end.

Potentially:

- When Link is seen having one-on-one time with Mipha; Memory #10 - Mipha’s Touch. I put this in potentially since I’ve seen a lot of different interpretations of Mipha’s Grace since it’s never really explained how it works in detail. My own interpretation is that the ability only speeds along the healing process of injuries, meaning that scars will still be left behind. 

Obviously in the memory, we see Mipha healing claw marks (at the moment I can’t remember if it was stated it was from the Lynel on Ploymous Mountain or not), so he’s gonna have the claw marks on his forearm from that. We also get a bit of backstory from Mipha herself. Link is described as ‘a reckless child who would always get hurt’ and that Mipha would always heal his wounds, which implies that he probably has a bunch of childhood scars. It’s supposed to be a one-off line to describe Link as a person Pre-Calamity so it doesn’t actually describe what kind of things would happen, like for example if he was described as ‘clumsy’ it would have given more insight into what kind of injuries he may have gotten. 

- Even lower of the potentially list, but is put in just as a notice; Memory #4 - Daruk’s Mettle. Generally this memory doesn’t really see Link visibly injured but is mentioned for anyone who wants to use this themselves. When the boulder falls, Daruk is the only one actually protected from it through his shield, and said boulder smashes into pieces. You can actually see it fly over Link’s head. So I propose he potentially got injured from the debris - mostly just bruises, nicks and lacerations from smaller chunks of rocks. Nothing too big, but I thought I’d mention it.

#legend of zelda #zelda #loz #breath of the wild #botw #botw link #age of calamity #aoc #loz aoc #aoc link #tw scar mention #tw injury mention

[genderdoe-sly]

Random head cannons I have for Annie Edison because she’s my blorbo and I love her and also sometimes project on her

-autistic

-gets blue heart sunglasses at some point and most of her friends either recognize it as ‘fun annie’, yay! or ‘fun annie’ FUCK RUN RUN RUN-

-has different hairstyles for different occasions, like a cartoon character and me

-is way more traumatized then the show lets on. I mean way, way more. Won’t mention any of it until very late 20s at the earliest.

-would do illegal things for friends

-was non or semi-verbal for some part of her childhood years

-is only a few points away from genius IQ level  I have since learned that the IQ test is ableist/made for ableist reasons, I apologize for putting it here.

-pierced her own ears

-refuses to play a woman as her pc in dnd (“I already know what that’s like!” this is not a binary cis woman.)

-natural wavy-curly hair that she perms straight, stops early thirties, feels way more confident and becomes 10x hotter. Somehow.

-Learned manipulation before Greendale as a means to deal with bullying and parents, acts less adept at it than she actually is at the beginning of the show.

-has tons of scars. Not just from reconstruction surgery, but from being a very clumsy child and possibly having birth defects from being premature.

I will probably make more parts because I think about her constantly.

#Annie edison #tw scar mention #Community NBC #community show #community #headcannons by sly #tw ableism

[empyria-archive]

Aria has burn scars on her stomach, arms and lower legs from her first battle with Ifrit but I'll talk about it another time

#brain empty #invidia. ( headcanons. ) #tw scar mention

[medium-kat07]

I keep forgetting that q has a giant hole in his fucking face and I Have to keep going back and using the singular form of "eye" every time he so much as blinks this is what psychological torture looks like

#c!quackity #c!quackity fanfic #c!quackity fanfiction #dsmp #dream smp #tw torture mention #tw scar mention #tw body horror

[jonbongjov2]

tw vent

i keep like looking at my sc4rs and i’m like, holy shit i was a child, i was 11-14 years old cvtt!ng deeper than the skin, literally into the fat and sometimes into muscle, i was a CHILD, what the fuck had to happen to me for it to get that bad, holy SHIT

#tw scar mention #tw sh mention #tw vent

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Cerezita, mi amor, hola 🥺💖💖💖💖.

Ha estado un rato y pensí que dicería te quiero :3. Ojalá que ha estados ok si no bien owo 💋💋💋. Cómo está tu día?

Also if you wan, feel free to talk a little about whatever self ship thing is all over ur mind rn >:3.

DERE HI!!!!!!!!

Hope ur feeling a lil better and that ur taking care bby <:3c

My day's been fine, school being a lil hassel but other than that everythings chill, hope ur day's been ok too!

And pls i just been thinking about dating jason generally (as u can see my blog is full of him ksksksk)

So lil headcanon sharing (cant do the readmore thing :/) 1st point of view (i think?)

Tw: mention of scars, 1st point of view

▪Jason's the chef in the relationship. Not saying he cooks all the time of course but my cooking skills are way lower than what this man can make

▪ i know he would love to read me bf sleeping, or anytime really. I just sit on his lap as he reads me one of his favorite genres, not pay attention to what the books about, just listening to his voice is already enough to lull me to sleep

▪Teasing. Lil. Shit. Not a daily thing but sometimes likes to remind whose the tallest here. He likes to put things up a lil too high to reach. Likes to see me struggle and does that thing where he stands behind me and reach for it (making sure my back is touching his front) and will hand it to me with that damn smirk UGH

▪SCARES ME WITH THAT BATMAN SHIT. I would be doing my own thing and this dude would come outta nowhere WITH NO WARNING!!

▪Scary dog priveledges. Man knows hes intimidating (red hood or not) and isnt afraid to show them canines to anyone getting a lil too comfy with me or him. He aint taking any chances, specialy knowing where we live (gotham)

▪Bf we even started dating for some reason he would just pop in my mind would and bf i even noticed i have his shirtless muscular body on my paper LMAO EMBARRASED AS HELL (he knew for a while but doesnt really say anything)

▪Scars kithes. He just loves everytime i press my lips on any of his scars, makes him buckle hehehe

▪Gets teased by his brothers for how soft he is with me UWU (its amusing to see ngl)

I would continue but it would become almost a whole ass fic jcjjcjdmk and like i mention bf i cant really shorten the post so ye

#were both goofs #cherry answer #weird- dere #dere chan :3 #selfship headcanons #red hood fic #jason toddfic #tw scar mention #jason x self insert #red hood x self insert #dc fic #dc #jason todd #red hood #self ship #self insert

[xolborsaysstuff]

Screaming. (My fam isn't that bad don't get the wrong idea this is just me complaining, my fam had plenty of happy memories to combat these ones)

compiling some of the mean things my siblings (and parents) have done to me into a draft that I can remember because I'm sick and tired of being told to immediately forgive them. My fam is just tiring sometimes.

Not sure how old I was but I can tell I was below 12, we were having a family meeting (everyday we have at the very least three family meetings, in the morning, afternoon, and night) and then they brought up the topic of who was the least favorite/worst sibling. It was an almost entirely full vote on me. I cried and the oldest of our siblings and most likelh the most mature seemed to feel bad but that's it.

My older sister didn't like my personality so she glared at me and either ignored me or insulted me. For a year. She got upset when I responded by doing the same.

(EDIT for this part where there used to be a complain: While this did hur t me, the sibling did apologise so I'm deleting what I said here and replacing it with this edit, also this wasn't as bad as everything else that happened. Please don't think any less of the sibling I talked about in this part. )

The entire chicken incident. My oldest sister helped me in this situation, so thanks.

Entirely my mother and father, not my siblings (because they didn't care) mother got angry at me when I was like 12/13 screamed at me kicked me out of the house didn't let me grab my things not even the money I had earned myself, claiming it was hers now cause it was under her house, and then I was out. I walked away and kept walking and was maybe there for like an hour before my father drove I to me and picked me u p. We drove for a bit before going home, and when we were back my mother acted like I had wanted to leave instead of being forced, an d said stuff like "what if you were k!dn@pped, r#ped, and k!lled?' Like I wanted to leave

Oldest brother has said multiple slurs. I fought him on it and he said that it was their fault they were slaves.

My whole family acted like I was stupid for getting angry whrn they say the R word. I've heard my father say it, my mother say it, my older sister say it, ofc my oldest brother say it, and all of them in a sense of it being an insult.

Oldest brother has called me a slur for people with schizophrenia because I talk to myself, and said it again a few days ago and when I told him not to say that he got annoyed with me.

Despite him being a legal adult by the time I had just hit double digits my oldest brother loves picking on me, demanding an explanation and if I start stuttering you might as well consider my entire point invalid in his eyes, not that he ever saw it as valid anyways. constantly demanding an exact definition of a word if I call him it and if it doesn't completely match the description when you google it then I must not ken what that word means.

Was being disrespectful to my parents. My dad hit me with a clothes hanger on my arm and the clothes hanger broke, caused a cut across my arm which started to bleed it caused a scar. He acted like it was my fault and didn't apologise. I still have the scar even though it's faded so IG it doesn't matter seeing as the physical part is super hard to see.

This one was my fault to be fair, even if I was little. But we watched a movie at the theatre before some of our other siblings, and we always made jokes about saying a spoiler out loud by saying 'spoilers everyone dies in the end' even if they didn't. And I wanted to say that joke. So I did. Problem is that they actually did die in the end. This was mostly my fault but the reactions, nobody even cared for the movie but when I spoilt it on accident everyone hated me for it, TBH this one's just a bash at myself for being an idiot more than anything. The post is staying in the drafts anyways so whatever.

This one is actually funny to me now. My sister who was born before me and the one born after me are the besties of the family. We used to be a trio and good friend s, but when I turned eighy it kinda just changed, neither of them liked me much, we used to always play on the top bunk of thr one who was born before me's bed, we have a triple bunkbed on one side of the room and a two person bunk bed on the other for context, and she wouldn't allow me on because I wasn't as close as those two were. They started to make me feel like less like friends with them and more just like some family member you can't get rid of.

Me and an older sister were talking about how we actually liked shows that our family saw as childish and cringey, and she said something that was more childish than what I'd said (I only remember that, not what it was exactly, I remember it was something similar to Dora) but when I said what I liked, she immediately made fun of me, we were getting ready to go somewhere so we went to the car and our younger sister was in there so my older sister told her and they both made fun of me. This is the bunk bed siblings so looking back, not surprised.

Got slapped in the face by my mother because she was already annoyed with me and I didn't respond with a 'yes ma'am' immediately.

When she gets angry my mom will get right in your face, she's grabbed me by the arm, dragged me by my ponytail, grabbed me by the face, screams right in my face.

This one is one I thought she had apologised for, but IG I was wrong. I was just doing my own thing when she suddenly was getting in my face, quite literally. I tried to walk away but she started laughing and seemed to find it funny that I kept running off, so I started running and she chased after me until I put my hand out and it was right in her face this time, a clear motion to stop. Instead, she got super angry, I remember it as much more cartoonish than it probably was, but I could just see the rage slowly growing on her face before she grabbed me by the arm and threw me into my room (that part isn't the cartoonish bit though, she legitimately did that because I got upset) she eventually that day reluctantly apologised, by turned it around by acting like she hadn't actually done anything wrong. then the next time that incident was mentioned, I was fully blamed and it was said that "In context that was your fault " the context was me being overwhelmed by people not caring for my personal space and mocking me when I seem uncomfortable.

My mother called me a slut and demanded I go change cause I was wearing a white T-shirt and a jacket that slid off my shoulders and cause I twirled the sleeves cause it was fun and I acted more confident because I actually felt good about myself. This one's my bad though.

The fact that I ken these aren't all of them is so annoying HHHHHHH

#Oh wow what a surprise writing all my worst memories had caused me to tear up wowww I wonder why /J #But seriously for a moment I didn't even realize why -_- #my brain so stupid sorry mates #tw family issues #tw scar mention #tw blood mention #tw slur mention

[raiynycher0phobic]

the things that had happened when no one was watching

they were so close, but they never noticed the heating

and by then it was too late

cries for help, they scar my skin

red dots the pages, i screamed my heart in

broken and bruising, unsure what was true,

for by the time that they had a clue,

the name “trinity”

became as much of a trigger as what it was she did to me

#writblr #poetblr #poetryblr #poetry #my poetry #tw implied trauma #poets on tumblr #tw scar mention