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autisticenbydonnie · 7 months
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[TW blood and self mutilation]
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yall ever just wanna-?
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year
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readerbot au au where they get virus'd and fear turns into hate but its the best they've ever felt and they use a screwdriver and a hammer to break their face apart and create a smile of their own
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willows-woes · 2 months
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director says "cut!" and suddenly i take out a razor blade and roll up my sleeve
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damaged-dollie · 8 months
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I'm so tired so tired
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suncaptor · 1 year
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no block button on small islands off the coast or Ireland in the 1920s... guess threats of self mutilation it is.
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yearningaces · 6 months
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💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥
GIVE ME THE MAN FISH
TAKE SOME EXTRA FISH MAN BECAUSE I AM IN A MOOD FOR SELF DESTRUCTIVE DEVOTION
Hallow was a creature of desolation. A giant predator who was meant to dwell at the bottom of the ocean floors who was forcefully drudged up from his home in the depths to serve as a play thing for the elder council of much smaller mers, who somehow contained him.
He would have happily torn everything to pieces and would have enjoyed feasting on each of the elders from the tail up as they screamed and begged for it to end be it by death or mercy.
But then after his first fight, you came along.
Sweet light bringer, like the sun through the shallow waters, you warmed him in a way he'd never felt before. The waters of the trenches are cold, but your warmth was the remedy.
And so Hallow would lay in his cold and dark cell, like a dog awaiting the return of a master at the front door. Waiting for you to open the door, and let him back inside the house of the warmth you bring with you.
How his fangs ached with the desire to bite into his own flesh, his claws tingled to dig into the soft sinewy viscera of his chest so he could tear, blubber then flesh then muscle and bone before hollowing out a section of his heart, all for you.
He'd wonder if you'd form a comfortable little nest in his heart, allowing him to carry the warmth you always bring with him wherever he goes.
Pleading and yearning and remaining depraved for something softer. Craving with such a visceral longing that his teeth ache to sink into something yet he remains the equivalent of a rabid beast collared to a leash he's offered to the only one he truly adores.
Hallow was effectively collared and reverently clicked his collar into place at your mere appearance in his life. He'd grant you his leash, even a rabid dog wouldn't bite the hand feeding him so gently and caringly.
Hallow was a desolate creature. And would continue to be. Burning and starved for a taste of your warmth, your care. The greatest reward he could attain for surviving another day, for tearing another fool into a visceral mess of leftover flesh. And he'd do so happily, sometimes allowing himself to be bitten into and torn down to his bones because you might stay longer while patching his wounds and soothing his broken whimpers of pain. Anything for another moment, is what his pious heart demands, and like a carnivorous pup he follows his heart with a fanged grin, ready to sink his fangs in again.
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mottinthepot18 · 11 months
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Another commission for the wonderful @i-can-even-burn-salad <3 posting here instead of my whump blog because this is my art blog… I should probably start using it like one lol
Commission sheet can be found here
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impure-as-a-lamb · 1 month
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“my body my choice” until i want to commit suicide or cut myself or not getting therapy because i don’t find it useful for me.
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The squelching and tearing of flesh fills the enclosed space, glass slicing cleanly through cartilage as a limb is severed.
Imperfect. Imperfect. Imperfect.
The beeping of a terminal fills her mind as it goes blank, even if just for a moment. A sound to focus on. To distract from the pain. The pain she must endure to achieve perfection.
If sea creatures are what HE wants to rid off, if they are imperfect, if they are wrong. Then she doesn't want to be one. Imperfection isn't something she can live with. She doesn't want to anger him, to dissapoint him, oh no. He's ALL she has left. To loose him would be like stabbing herself in the back. So why should she let anything tear her away from him?
Her arm falls limp to the floor, blood spilling onto the metal surface as a machine is screwed into the place of the missing limb. It hurts. Oh, does it hurt so so bad. But who is she to question his desires? He knows what's best for her after all.
The terminal beeps still. In sync with the octopus' heartbeat as she laughs. Her nerves are on fire, feelings as if there was a sharp blade in each vessel of blood. But still, the pain hurt so comfortably. It was all she remembered anymore. And it felt good. So good.
That. And she had finally become part of something. A entity of steel and cables bigger than herself, the metal of her arms and the blood on the ground glistening in the bluelight emitted from the screen, allmost ethereal in color.
She felt light yet heavy. In agonizing pain yet in so much pleasure. Her mind oversaturated with sensations.
But the procedure isn't over just yet.
She has more work to do.
SHE NEEDS TO BE PERFECT.
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“I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper on death.”
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1m-dy1ng-l0lz · 3 months
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I dont even cut bc I'm depressed anymore, I dont use it as an outlet for my emotions. I'm just so in love with the way it feels, the way it looks, the stares I get, the scars they leave. I'm addicted and I cant get enough. I'll never have enough cuts, I'll never have enough scars.
I want to have more
♡ I love cutting ♡
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hmshermitcraft · 1 year
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The hermits have very bad trauma with the watchers, all of them, Grian knows this very well, they also know that he's a watcher and boy did getting their trust was hard, but Grian never complained, he loved them too much because they were kind enough to keep him, unlike the watchers, so he did all he could to make them comfortable and to make him more approachable, more human.
They don't like the Watchers' eyes staring at them, no problem he'll gouge his eyes out for them! And wear goggles since the wounds aren't healed up yet.
They don't like seeing the taunting wings of the Watcher? He'll cut them off for them!
While the hermits think that this is quite sweet making himself more approachable, they start hanging out more, and fall in love, and get more comfortable with each other, so comfortable that they want to see his pretty eyes and his pretty wings now. The problem is that the hermits thought that Grian just wears goggles to hide his eyes, that he uses magic to hide his wings.
Grian's problem is that he thought that the hermits hated his eyes, his wings, oh no he was so wrong, they didn't like them at first but not enough to actually want to have them cut off and gouged out.
His new problem is how to explain that he doesn't have any of those anymore.
PAIN anon
Watchers aren’t a very empathetic race. More so curious and always seeking entertainment. Emotions can get in the way of such things. Empathy can get in the way of such things. So Watchers generally aren’t very empathetic, even to their own kind.
Grian is a Watcher. Was a Watcher. He… he doesn’t really know what he really is anymore since gouging his eyes and dismembering his wings from his very soul. Watchers had eyes to see all. Watchers had wings to fly and search for entertainment. Now, Grian has neither.
But… but that’s okay! Grian did it of his own free will! He wanted the hermits to love him like he saw them love each other and if his Watcher eyes and Watcher wings got in the way of that, he’ll get rid of them! He’ll get rid of them as long as he can stay and as long as he can love them. Meeting the hermits, coming to love the hermits, was the greatest thing to ever happen to him.
He doesn’t want to lose them. He can’t lose them. So he did those things, tore away parts of himself that reminded those he dearly cherished of darker times, because he felt like he had to. Because he did, didn’t he? He had to… it was always like that with the Watchers. You be what they want and you will be loved. That’s all he’s ever known.
And now. Now they love him too. They love him because he got rid of those Watcher parts. But. But now they’re asking to see them? What? He doesn’t… Grian doesn’t understand.
The hermits hated those Watcher parts of his, didn’t they? So why are they asking now for him to show them? He can’t show them something that’s not there and… Oh. Oh.
They didn’t want them permanently gone. They didn’t want him to hurt himself to make them feel safe. They didn’t… they didn’t hate his Watchers parts, they just hated how when they saw them, they saw Watcher, and not Grian.
It doesn’t make sense, but it also does at the same time. He knows that they’ll feel terribly guilty for “making” him do that, even if he tries to reassure them that he did it because he wanted to. They really need better communication, huh?
Well. What better time to start than the present? Grian is scared when he tells them of what he did to himself. He finds himself speaking slowly, measuring his words and their reactions. Some of them think he’s joking and awkwardly laugh, but stop after he removes his goggles.
It’s quiet. Something rather rare with the hermits. One of them speaks, he isn’t quite sure who, asking if he’d be okay with them hugging him. He nods and he feels a pair of arms gently wrap around his torso and a head on his shoulder. Slowly, the arms get tighter, but not in a restraining way, but… a comforting grounding kind of way. And he feels a wetness on his shoulder.
Tear ducts that have somehow remained functional despite, well, the rather unprofessional removal of eyes start to build up that water. And before he knows it, Grian is also crying. And then there’s more arms around him. None that feel restraining, comfort and sorrow being brought into the embraces instead.
They’re all crying. Crying big fat ugly tears. But they’re okay. They’re gonna be okay. Once the crying has calmed down, they will talk, they will communicate more. But for now, they will cry for Grian and they will comfort Grian. They’re gonna be okay.
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d3sp4ir-c0d3 · 8 months
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Tw for gore and sh
Dumping my vent art featuring my oc Jay (he/him)
Vent art sfx not real
I'm scaring the hoes away with this one
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suncaptor · 1 year
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Colm is soooo like he's like I need to FOCUS on my MUSIC but instead of telling my friend (who seems totally willing to support me or change with me) that I need to spend less time talking to him, I'm going to 1.) Ignore him randomly one day and disrupt a routine we've had for years which obviously will get him concerned and asking 2.) Tell him I don't like him anymore harshly and mock him and their past relationship 3.) When he's understandably concerned about my change in behaviour threaten to cut off my fingers if he interacts with me. yes we live on a small island and have had the same routine at a small pub for years and...? 4.) Only like him when he's yelling at me 5.) Cut off my fingers, destroying my entire capacity to do the thing I say I cut off my friend for 6.) Also almost burn alive on purpose in a house I knew was going to burn down while the gasoline is poured and the flames go up 7.) Thank my friend who set my house on fire for taking care of my dog when I get out last minute.
And it's not until after self mutilation and both his friend and a priest inquiring that he's like yeah maybe my depression is back.
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blackhannetandco · 8 months
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Thinking about toxic Ed/Stede again. What if Stede found out about the Izzy Toe Incident and went through several emotions over the course of a day before finally deciding that he should cut off his own toe as penance. What if he gave it to Ed, still bleeding, and Ed ate it as a sign of forgiveness.
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em4nn3 · 2 months
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someone figured out about my sh. Im going to therapy :(
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