#tw injuries

[justaprojectmoonfan]

TWS FOR: CHILD SA,, SELF HARM, BEATINGS, BURNS, INJURIES, PANIC ATTACKS, AND LOTS OF SCARS(it’s the whole premise of this)

Your local pmoon fan presents: The Scars I Never Consented To-A Flaredore Fic

There were many scars on the body of the boy who lead Neo Team Flare. Scars he did to himself, scars that were done by other people, and scars that were caused by various other things.

If there’s one thing in common with most of these scars though, it’s that he never consented to them.

Scars on his torso from when gangs on the streets would beat him half to death, some of those still haven’t healed to this day.

Burns on his arms from using fire type moves with his device, water doesn’t help much.

Scars on his wrists, from when he felt he had so little worth that he decided he deserved to be harmed.

But the worst scars of all..

We’re the ones from that day.

The “special request” that still haunts him.

He tried to fight back, he tried to stop it, but he was only 10, what could he do?

He could still feel that woman’s hands on him, scratching him and hurting him when he didn’t comply, those are all over, and while you can’t distinguish them, he can distinguish every single one.

He can still see that woman in his nightmares.

Just thinking about it would give him terrible panic attacks, the ones where he was curled up into a ball whimpering and sobbing while Jacq calmed him down and helped him.

The ones where he could barely breathe and felt as though he’d pass out.

Those are the scars that the boy never consented to.

[rahmipamuk]

closed starter for @rheaxblakewood

Hearing about the accident hadn't been something Rahmi had prepared for, waiting for Rhea to arrive to his place on the Cunnamore grounds, the food broiling in the oven. Her running late wasn't a usual occurrence, and in the chance that it might happen, he was positive there would've been a text or a call. The idea of being blown off hadn't crossed his mind once; with their history, he would've had to fuck up royally in order for her to do so, and she would've let him know just what he had done to warrant such an outcome. Still, he had doubted on if he should call. On sending her a text to ask if she was almost there. He didn't want to be pushy, didn't want to come across as insecure, even if he was. When she was nearly a full hour late, he bit the bullet and called, only for the phone to be answered by hospital staff, which had been a whole heart attack kind of feeling on its own. The food had been set on the counter and covered before he had rushed out and towards the hospital. In a moment of shock, he'd told them on the phone that, yes, he was her husband, so he'd stuck to that narrative when he arrived, knowing that that was his only ticket into her hospital room. Sliding open the door, it was hard not to get emotional at the sight of her, not having stayed to listen to her injuries as he had just wanted to see her, besides, had he used his logical brain, that would've been a whole kind of breach on her privacy he wasn't going to entertain. "Oh, Rhea." He breathed, sliding the door closed behind him before he made his way over to her, hesitantly reaching out once he stood beside her, his fingers hovering mere inches above her arm, afraid that a single caress would hurt her. "What happened?" Rahmi's question sounded, his hand instead moving up to caress her tousled hair from her face. "Are you in pain? Can I get you anything?" @rheaxblakewood

[asktheodore]

Lance has been surprisingly kind to me.

I did not expect that from a man like him.

Unfortunately my injuries are healing extremely slowly.

My entire body is sore..

Ow…

[asktheodore]

[As Theodore sat at the ruins of Team Brillar’s Hoenn base, he suddenly heard a voice.]

THERE you are.

[It was opaq, he looked.. much more disheveled. Like he was going insane.]

Here to kill me?

I’m gonna do it before you can kill me.

[Theodore let out a half-assed laugh and got up, drawing Manticore.]

Fine then, let’s get this over with.

[I’m not writing a whole ass fight scene for this so uh skip a bit]

[The fight had been going on for hours, and both were getting tired.

Why was Theodore getting tired? He was way stronger than opaq, he could kill him in a heartbeat. So why was he getting exhausted?

Was he even trying to fight? He was covered in cuts and injuries from Opaq’s attacks, and Opaq really wasn’t in much better condition. So maybe.. maybe he could actually finish this.]

…I’ll be honest, I can’t bring myself to really try and kill you anymore.

I can’t bring myself to do anything, honestly.

But.. I can’t die until Serikan is safe.

So I guess..

I’ll try and see if I can muster something up.

[Theodore sighed and charged up one final slash, sprinting towards Opaq. A slash that could cut through distortion itself, a slash that he put all his energy into it.

But it was nothing, for it didn’t even connect before a kick from Opaq’s bear claw caved his skull in and sent him tumbling.]

[ask-professorautumnmaple]

I believe I'll die here.

Thank you for such a lovely life.

[masked-kitsune]

Birbs at the grocery store

More old art, was trying a bit whump with minor injuries

[crazisketch]

⚠️ TW: Blood, Injuries, Violence/Malice, Drowning ⚠️

Choke On Your Words [5/5]

[anime-to-the-t]