#cw: scar mention

[stil-lindigo]

the calamity.

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[nibanmenooji]

Haruto has a screw in his hip and metal rods in his femur as well as long scars along his hip and thigh from surgery as a result of the accident.

[p1nkc4lyps0]

Damn these twinks built completely identical huh, wonder what that’s about

[gabessquishytum]

cw: past self-harm, past suicide attempt Morpheus and Hob have already been dating for a few months, but they've always made love only with the lights off. Morpheus asked about it from the very start, just like he asked not to touch his arms and thighs, and Hob respected his boundaries. Morpheus hopes he gets a pass as the shy, socially awkward weirdo that he is, but the truth is, he's afraid to be deemed broken and not a bf/husband material. The thing is, Morpheus has scars. He had been self-harming for a while, and tried to take his life a few years ago. He IS doing better now: he's still on meds and in therapy, but he finally can control his self-destructive tendencies, and he's even doing much better in terms of his eating disorder. He works hard, and he's got a lot to be proud of. Still, he's certain his past would scare Hob off, so he's trying to figure out for how long he can keep Hob satisfied with sex in the dark and what to do if (when! he's sure that moment would come) Hob asks him to switch at least low light and touch more skin.

Oof, this one made me tear up a bit. To anyone out there at any step on the recovery journey, please know that I'm so proud of you. You are working hard, and I promise that its going to pay off.

I think Hob would obviously be sad to know that Dream has suffered so badly. But I also think that he would be utterly unbothered by the scars. Like, aesthetically? He doesn't mind at all - theyre as much a part of Dream as any other. He's not repulsed, not scared off. He's proud of Dream, and sorry if he's ever pushed at his boundaries too much.

Truthfully, Hob has scars too. All kinds - mostly injuries from doing sport or doing stupid stuff while drunk. There's the one where he got his appendix out. There's also the remnants of cigarette burns on his forearms, which Dream has seen many times but never heard Hob talk about. Hob shows them to Dream more closely and explains that many years ago his girlfriend died and in his grief, just to feel something - Hob used to hurt himself like that.

Dream is really surprised, because Hob seems so... functional and mentally stable. Knowing that Hob has struggled too gives Dream a lot to think about, in fact. Although he doesn't quite feel ready to be under the glare of a light, he decides to let Hob touch the places where his scars are bad. Just the two of them, in the dark together, Hob’s fingers gentle on his skin.

It's another step on the path that Dream has been walking alone, so far. But now Hob is with him. And suddenly a life of recovery doesn't seem quite so difficult or lonely. Hob loves him, scars and all, and that makes everything feel just a little bit easier.

[solradguy]

*transes your guy*

[esteemed-excellency]

Hiram's scars reference:

The abstraction scar is the oldest

He was crushed by glim in three separate occasions (it became a running joke within the yacht's crew)

He was obliterated by a chunk of his airship's deck this estival

Virginia murdered him that one time before the Marvellous

He has a lightning scar on his back (not pictured)

Plus, the only scars he got rid of with the shapeling arts:

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Lake

@jegulus-microfic January 10 Word count 561

cw - reference to child abuse in the form of scars

James had spent the better part of the day trying to convince Regulus to come for a swim in the lake. 

“I promise the giant squid won’t get you. It’s very docile. It loves a quick tickle, and then it leaves you alone.” He’d joked, hoping to charm Regulus into saying yes. Regulus kept refusing but wouldn’t tell him why. 

“Regulus, please tell me why you don’t want to. I promise I won’t keep pestering you if you do.” James had gotten good at reading Regulus. He could tell this wasn’t a simple case of not wanting to. Regulus was hiding something. 

Regulus sighed. He had also learnt how to read James, not that it was hard. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He knew James wouldn’t drop it until he’d told him what was wrong. 

“I can’t swim.” He refused to make eye contact with James, which was probably a good thing as James was trying very hard to hide the smile that was fighting to take over his face. 

“Didn’t Walburga send you for lessons?” He asked once he’d gotten himself under control. 

“No, she didn’t want anyone to see us not fully clothed.” Regulus grimaced. “Sirius can’t swim either.” He added as if hoping to distract James from the truth. 

“Actually, he can,” James admitted as he took the bait.

“What! When did he learn to swim?” He didn’t seem to be cross about it, so James answered him.

“He fell in the pond behind my house. He had to learn pretty quick how to stay afloat.” Regulus burst out laughing. James had to wait for him to stop, but he didn’t mind. He loved listening to Regulus laugh. 

“I can teach you to swim, you know. We can stay in the shallows. I promise I’ll keep you safe.” He could see Regulus’s resolve cracking. He watched as he chewed his lips and shuffled from foot to foot. 

“Oh, alright then. But you have to promise not to laugh at me.”

“Cross my heart.” James grinned, and took hold of Regulus’s hand as he dragged him out onto the grounds. 

James stripped down to his underwear and wadded into the cool water. The sun was still beating down, but the water felt so good. Regulus copied James and carefully took off and folded his clothes. He paused before removing his trousers, looking around for anyone watching him. 

As soon as he’d removed them, James saw why Walburga had never let her sons learn to swim. On the back of his thighs, exactly in the same spot as Sirius’s, was a collection of long, thin scars. He rearranged the sadness from his face before Regulus looked back at him. He held out his hands, and Regulus walked straight to him without any hesitation. 

The water lapped around James's waist as he held Regulus afloat. He taught him a few easy strokes. Regulus, James found, was a very fast learner and soon he was swimming unaided along the shoreline.

Too soon, the sun began to set, and the cool water dropped a few degrees. Reluctantly, they both got out. They used a drying charm before putting their clothes back on. 

“New life skill that, Reg. You never know when it might come in useful.” James said as he kissed Regulus’s cheek before they headed back up to the castle.   

[basilpaste]

〔You Dream of Giving Up.〕

(the following piece contains a brief depiction of drowning. please stay safe!)

post-canon osis thing because i got normal about it.

〔You dream about drowning.〕

〔You dream about everyone drowning. Of watching heads dip under water, of struggling bodies giving in. You dream about not being able to do anything, because the water is also filling your lungs. Of crying out in pain and making no sound, burning from the inside out even though you're freezing.〕

〔You dream of giving up.〕

〔You jerk awake, choking on your own spit.〕

〔No. No no no!〕

〔You've had this dream before.〕

〔Hah! Hahaha! You're back. You must be. If you had that dream again then you're sure you're back. The sound of splashing water roars in your ears.〕

〔You feel like you can't breathe. You gasp for air but you can't get enough in. No! No. C'mon, Isabeau! You'll just go back again if you can't calm down! And that'll just make everything worse.〕

〔You just. You need to breathe.〕

〔Just breathe.〕

*〔In…〕

〔… and out.〕*

"Shhhhhhhh."

〔!!!〕

〔Your breath hissed when you breathed out.〕

〔You jam your lips together with force, sliding them roughly against each other.〕

〔Scar.〕

〔Your scar is right there on your face. You still have a scar. It's still there.〕

〔Just to make sure, you glide your tongue along your top lip. You feel the way it lifts.〕

〔The scar is there. And you are here.〕

〔You're free, Isabeau.〕

〔You've been cut loose. Patched up.〕

〔You're something new.〕

[stiffyck]

I got told I should ask you about homophobic mumbo jumbo

ah yes, the homophobic mumbo au! me and @loveroped were talking about a differnt au of ours and atm someone (i think jimmy) was ranting to mumbo about how he has a crush on Scar or something like that and that Mumbo would be scared (for reasons) when they joked that Mumbo would be scared hopefully not because hes homophobic-

and that started it.

we went on about how mumbo would cry when he saw gay people. how he would be able to sense gay people.

we joked that he had a gf that later comes out as trans and suddenly he has a bf which makes him gay. He didnt even think about breaking up. no. he was just gay now.

Mumbo was suffering. he was surrounded by gay people.

thats all there is to it, really. its just a crack au. and its still so funny to me-

[radicalrainbow]

Miracle [COTL Oc]

I didn't talk much about him no but here he is <3

Backstory below-

TW: Abuse, circus slavery, dangerous acts, mentions of suicide

Miracle was born into a world that wasn't too keen on his existence. His mother had been excited for his arrival, but his father less so, and in the end, the man was left with a bundled-up wolf pup to care for on his own.

Miracle's father didn't care for him too much, never even bothered to give him a proper name besides barking out 'pup' and 'boy'. Miracle was not safe under that house; his father drank, hit him, and hardly spoke to him if it wasn't yelling at him for taking away his wife. In the grand scheme of things, the abuse lasted very little under that household. Instead, Miracle was tossed into a new pair of equally cruel hands.

He didn't leave much behind in that place—no toys, hardly any clothes—and yet he still cried for his father to come back as he was forcefully painted and dressed as a small clown. In the circus, he was given his stage name, the only name he ever knew, Miracle.

The Ringmaster of the circus his father had sold him to was cruel, but at least the cruelty could be avoided for some time. If Miracle brought in enough money, he would get to sleep in the hay; if he brought in enough money, he would get to eat. It wasn't fun, but he had long learned that life wasn't supposed to be. The abuse was more far and few between until he became a teenager.

Turns out the masses that came to the circus to laugh at jokes and gasp at harrowing acrobatics were much less kind to a scrawny teen. When his cute face was no longer a selling point, the ringmaster pushed him to learn tricks—simple things at first, and even then his hands shook from exhaustion, and Miracle was constantly struck. His body slowly became a myriad of scars, crossing over one another until his fur refused to fully grow back in certain places.

As he aged, all the tricks only grew in intensity. One day, he was stuck atop a tightrope, being forced to walk a thin fine line with no safety net to catch him. Miracle hated heights, and his own terrified sobs were almost enough to send him tumbling, but he survived that night. Yet his brain snapped; he had constantly wished for death, but as he was shoved out of the tent for doing a poor job in his training, he decided that this time he was finally ready to die.

Circus tents were far more flammable than he thought. Fire was quickly encroaching up the wooden posts and up the striped cloth walls. The people he only vaguely knew from performances were screaming, trying to run out, many catching against a blazing piece of rubble and perishing with the others.

Miracle was ready to accept death, and for some time, he closed his eyes and let the burning heat encase him. Yet something in him refused, and the next thing he knew, he was stumbling outside of the tent. His fur was singed, his lungs burning for air, and he could only make it a handful of more steps before he collapsed outside of the inferno. The fire flickered off the surrounding trees, and Miracle looked up at the stars so far above and was content with it being his last memory.

Miracle woke up beneath a mass of purple bed sheets.

Elegant and smooth, and the room smelled of books and yet somehow also of blood. The bishop of war sat at one edge of the bed, and Miracle was far too exhausted to do more than cough.

Shamura, the bishop of war, the eldest of the old faith. He had heard of them on the lips of passersby.

Shamura explained to him how they had been walking along in the random unnamed woods, vaguely mentioning something troubling them. Miracle had found it hard to concentrate when their voice was so soft, and the bed so warm. He was not certain he had ever slept in a proper bed, and the thought captured his thoughts until Shamura explained what they would do with him. They intended to keep him here and nurse him back to health. He said nothing to them and refused until the day he successfully managed to escape.

Though he knew of Shamura, he underestimated the Silk Cradle and its brutish nature. Miracle was quickly captured by guards and sentenced to be sacrificed to the very god he had escaped from. Death would do well by him, death, pleasant, a bad life spiraling down the drain and forgotten to the earth. No friends, no family, nothing was left for him here.

Only for Miracle to be rescued by the very last Lamb. He begged them for death, begged them to kill him, but they refused. Instead, he was brought to their cult where they've kept a close eye on him and made sure he's as comfortable as a suicidal wolf can be.

[hermit-agere]

After Scars win he gets so excited when pressing the succeed button he regresses. Grian would usually use the /kill command but he doesn't want to kill or hurt someone who is regressed.

Grian just entertains the little as a ghost and let's him ramble about how he won and how fun the game was.

When Scar tires himself out and falls asleep Grian finally uses the kill command and Scar wakes up very confused back on hermitcraft where Grian and Mumbo make sure to congratulate him and properly tuck him in for the night.

The next day the hermits throw him a big celebration party for his win!

[a-being-of-chaossss]

I can not draw braids

[captainmera]

This is just a your opinion owl house question, but what do you think was everyone's first reaction to Hunter's scars? Everyone knew about the one on his cheek, but I have no doubt they've seen countless ones on his chest, arms, and legs as he's wandered through the house.

The show itself shows their reactions, albeit very shortly. (I mean your answer is there! Nobody asked about the big scar on his cheek either)

If you mean as a later on, once things are quiet and okay again, I think that...

They probably don't point it out. I think if any one of them saw Hunter looking himself over and expressed sadness, they would come over to comfort.

But I don't think it's a group hug moment.

As Hunter goes around the house, I think maybe the one to express worry and concern would be Camila. You know, just to affirm that he's not in pain or if it's something he's ignoring that needs care.

If Hunter shows them off with no problem using his clothes and body language, I don't think anyone else would see that as an invitation that he is bothered by it and thus; neither should they be. If they acted all worried when he's not - I think he'd just grow insecure about it. You kinda don't point things like that out, yknow? If you do, it would make the person feel othered. Even if it's a "Oh no you poor thing :(" it would have opposite effects.

I rather think the opposite would invite concern. If he covered it up and made an effort to conceal and hide it. Then I think they would approach him about it and try to both comfort, console, and offer him space to vent. Probably end it on a note of encouragement.

You would want someone to not feel bad for their scars after all.

Idk if you've ever met people with scars, whatever self-inflicted or not, trauma related or not. But you kinda don't draw attention to it if it looks related to something that might cause a person distress or forces them to be vulnerable with you about the scars backstory. It's rude and mean.

And, for the record, its not something they should be made to feel ashamed for. Personally, I always feel like I'm in the presence of a very strong person who's gone through it.

They don't need my pity. They deserve my respect.

And I think the same goes for Hunter.

[shokolandish]

oop this is part... uh.... some part of my hazbin redesigns!

twelve i think? uh idk

my cherri bomb redesign:D yippee

[too-many-blorbos]

Highschool AU Drizzt

The boy's been through a lot, but he's doing better now. Living a normal life as a normal kid with a dad who happens to be a mafia operative

And Zaknafein! He's got a lot of scars. Blade scars from fights, snakebite and spiderbite scars from punishments in the cult... drow teeth scars from Malice's attentions. His signatue leather jacket covers most of them, but he's not too worried about hiding them.

He has at least three weapons on his person at all times. (I cannot draw guns or holsters apparently, so pls forgive the quality)

[alcoveofconcealment]

George's ear was not cut off

Sectumsempra is the spell that George was hit with. It is describe as a spell that causes hemorrhages, and, in the fight against Draco, the spell is given the visual of blood seeping through clothing. This has the implication that it not only causes the implosion of blood vessels, but that it either 1. the magic cuts through the skin to cause the implosion and/or 2. the implosion is so strong it cuts through the skin from the inside.

There are a ton of tiny blood vessels that go in, around, and through the ear. Some of these vessels travel around the face and neck. We know that George's ear could not be grown back due to the spell being dark magic, how far does that apply? How many of those veins got hit? How much of George's face is permanently marked?

I don't know.

But what I do know is that George's ear was not cut off.

It was blasted off painfully quick and gory