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Halllooooo
Of you are comfortable can you write headcanons for
Brahms, Billy, Stu, Bubba, OG!Micheal myers, and Jason Voorhees reaction to seeing their s/o with fresh or old SH marks/Scars?
Comfort headcanons with them would be *mwah!* cheifs kiss
(Anon I'm so sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy!!)
Slashers Reactions to Seeing S/O's Scars
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Brahms:
Hard to hide them (if you are) since his eyes are constantly on you. If you're not, he stares at them before asking questions, (He's very blunt, the only scars he knows about are burn scars for... obvious reasons-)
Speaking of, since he has his burn scars, so he knows how to care for yours, and he is so so careful about cleaning and wrapping them. The last thing you need is a worried Brahms and an infection
Rubs them sometimes, usually when you're asleep or if you two are cuddling. It's always absentmindedly, and once he realizes he's doing it, he stops and hugs you
He wears his mask less around you, generally because he trusts you and partially because he knows you won't push him away. The support goes both ways in this house!!
Wraps you in his cardigan for comfort, especially if he sees fresh marks
Very very mindful about where he clings to you, he doesn't want to hurt you
Billy Loomis:
It takes him a bit to process, but once he does he's looking up as much as possible, but ends up getting frustrated at all the information and just asks what he can do to support you
His biggest tactic on a bad day is distraction, usually by asking to take a walk or watching a movie. If that doesn't work, he gets you a cold water and sits with you. He's much more of a listener than a talker
Will punch anyone who upsets you because of them (and in general). Don't expect to see that person again
If he sees fresh marks, he won't comment on them but he will look at them every once in a while to make sure they're healing properly
Overdramatic kisses, like he's saying "mmmwah" on every scar to make you giggle. He's trying to make sure you feel safe and comfortable around him by knowing he'll never judge you
Stu Macher:
Harm-reduction master. He knows all the techniques and figures out what works best for you
Also helps you figure out any triggers you may have and how to navigate them when he is and isn't home! He wants to make sure you'll be safe either way
Wraps you in a blanket and comforts you on a bad day. Makes you tea, gets your favorite snacks, sets up the TV for your favorite movies/shows, and plays with your hair on the couch all while showering you in support
Tries his best not to look worried but is internally screaming whenever you're hurt, he's a very emotional guy when it comes to you
He trusts you though, and does his best to make sure you know he's always available if you need him
Bubba:
Texas heat means he likely sees them from day one. At first he thinks they were caused by others, but if/when he sees fresh marks he puts the pieces together
He doesn't want you to have a heatstroke while working, but he also wants to make sure you're comfortable, so he'll send his brothers away and stay close to you around the farm
He does technically know how to clean and dress wounds, but he does get a bit panicked because it's you he's helping, not just one of his brothers who got unlucky while chasing a tourist
Makes sure his brothers don't joke about them or use them against you. Drayton made a comment once and he lost his mind.
Happily and regularly checks up on you, he sees it as part of his routine to ask you how you are just in case you need him but don't know how to approach him
OG!Michael Myers:
He's indifferent about them for the most part
On one hand, he's lived around people who had scars practically his whole life, so he's used to seeing them in general. On the other, he wasn't used to seeing them on you, and he took a little longer than usual to process the first time he saw them
Has many of his own, and isn't shy about showing you them if it would help you feel more comfortable around him.
Knows how to tend to his own wounds, so he doesn't mind tending to yours
Support headpats. They're his "I love you/I'm here for you"
Sticks around you more than usual for a while, just to make sure you're alright, you might even get a hug if he's feeling brave. He'll even get in bed and cuddle if you've had a really bad day
Will kill anyone who comments on them in any way that makes you upset.
Jason Voorhees:
Doesn't quite understand them, which makes him very curious.
Always taps your shoulder to get your attention if he wants to see them, and nods and kisses your forehead if you say no
He truly does mean well though, he wants to know how to help you if you're in distress (and in general)
Makes sure to bring you a gift every day! Most of the time it's flowers he found around camp, but he will settle for a nice leaf as well
Tells you you're beautiful/handsome all the time (through sign and body language too). He did this before knowing too, but the guy loves giving you words of affirmation, even if he can't speak them
Kisses them often, his mom always used to do that when he got hurt, and it helped him, so he figures it'll help you a little bit too
#sh mention#implied sh tw#tw sh implied#brahms heelshire#brahms the boy#the boy 2016#the boy#the boy (2016)#brahms heelshire x reader#tcm bubba#bubba sawyer#texas chainsaw massacre#bubba leatherface#the texas chainsaw massacre#tcsm#leatherface#tcm#billy scream#billy loomis#stu scream#stu macher#scream 1996#scream franchise#scream movies#scream#michael myers#michael audrey myers#michael myers halloween#halloween#halloween (2018)
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some 1st year satosugu doodles :] kinda messing around with geto’s hair, i don’t rlly know what to do with it (so ignore the inconsistent hair length lmao) but so far i like the low ponytail + i saw a tweet a while ago that said "so we all agree that gojo had funny looking short hair in his 1st year" and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#satosugu#stsg#sugusato#sgst#gego#goge#geto suguru#gojo satoru#suguru geto#satoru gojo#fanart#mika's art#implied sh tw
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TRIGGER WARNING: Implied self-harm; implied cutting; cutting scars.
Ichimatsu & ESP Kitty.
#osomatsu san#osomatsu san fanart#my tofu art#ichimatsu#ichimatsu fanart#esp kitty#potentially triggering#implied sh tw#there’s probably better ways to execute this to ensure safe viewership#someone probably let me know#i think i have it in me to try studying again
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DAY 16 OF @ride-the-cyclober
I legally cannot not give Constance all my trauma. I love her too much.
#don’t get me wrong she deserves all the happiness!! I’m just mentally unstable and I love her a lot#ride the cyclone#rtc#rtc musical#constance blackwood#constance rtc#constance ride the cyclone#my art hehe#I feel like I should add a tw but I don’t know what#uhhhhh#implied sh tw
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Darkiplier + Male!Reader
TW//Implied self harm, depression, anxiety, implied hallucinations and paranoia, violence, mentioned suicide.
Legit this is just angst. Thats it.
He left you.
He fucking left you in this shithole.
This fucking purgatory against the wall.
When William, the Colonel, shot you, it was Damien and Celine who seemed to catch you when you fell from the second floor over the railing.
They had promised to help you get revenge. To put you at ease. But they needed a host, they promised to come back soon with someone’s body for you to take as your own. You lent them your body.
Fucking backstabbing assholes.
You had watched from behind the shattered glass, of Damien and Celine, walking away in your body, it slowly morphing into one of their features.
They didn’t come back for a long time. They still haven’t returned
Soon that one mirror in the endless void turned to hundreds, surrounding you in a circle, not letting you leave the confine and having to watch the same image for years. It was hell.
Having to watch the same thing, over and over and over again. Constantly. You watched as the manor grew old, and dusty. You watched teens run through it exploring to see if there were ghosts.
Commonly they looked at the mirror. You never showed yourself. No reason to. It wasn’t like they could get you out.
They made stories and theories about you. About the man who went missing in this failing frame of a once beautiful mansion. The rich man who had gone missing during the death of the owner. They theorized that the owner had killed you and then took his own life. Another famous one was that you killed Actor and ran off with his riches, changed your name, made a life for yourself.
You often imagined yourself running away, starting a new life, making new friends, never going anywhere near that fucking mansion again.
You slowly watched as your own appearance didn’t look like your own. Your face looked like it morphed into someone elses, your hands looked weaker, eyes sunken in.
Nothing changed except your mental stability. You were hallucinating.
You sat in one spot for as long as you could remember On the floor, in front of one big shattered mirror, watching the manor. Your knees pulled to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, gripping back at your shoulders. Nails unconsciously scratching at your shoulders and collarbone.
Your eyes seemed dry. You cried a lot before. But now it just seems like a waste of hydration. Your eyes burned, burned at the corners and along your waterline.
Sleeping was a thing that never happened. If you could sleep, it would only be for a few minutes.
All there seemed to be everywhere is silence.
Every little while(it seems like a little while yet its actually years) you start muttering to yourself. Any memory you can remember. Each time, losing details. But the most common memory you recite it the one that got you here.
When Mark died. You mainly recalled the night you all had, partying.
How you kept running Damien’s account slowly dry, every $100 here and there.
You missed being free.
Being able to go places
see things.
Instead of this fucking mirror.
You felt your nails dig into the nape of your neck, you felt nothing but anger. How could they have left you here?
Backstabbing
Fucking
Traitorous
Son of a-
Static.
You jolted before turning your head.
Eyes scanning the area lined with mirrors that you were a slave to.
The static-ringing sound got more intense. You saw a mirror to your right become bright. You stood and felt every joint crunch under your weight.
You watched as a black shiny shoe walked through your side of the mirror, followed by a pant leg. You watched as a man slowly emerged from the mirror.
Your eyes widened, was this freedom?
The man’s face, phased out beyond comprehension. When his face cleared. Your hopes dropped.
Motherfucking traitor
It was Damien’s face. You felt anger bubble within you.
He looked around before his gaze landed on you.
“You poor thing..”
He sighed.
You furled your hands into fists, feeling your nails dig into your palm.
“You’re still here?” He asked. Seemingly in a taunting tone.
“Traitor.” You muttered, your voice hoarse and raspy from disuse.
“No, I said I would come back, thus I am here.” He scoffed.
“It has been years!” You hollered. “You have left me in here for fucking years! You said you’d come back soon!”
“And I have.” He replied nonchalantly.
“No! I have been alone for fucking years. Only being able to watch the same fucking wall, the same fucking window, and the same fucking railing I was shot over!” You ranted. “I have been in this fucking mirror for longer than you have!”
He listened to you rant to him. He could sense your loneliness, your depressiveness. He felt guilt in the beginning. Having the constant words of “He let you do this.” and “He’s okay with it.” play through his head, the words Celine would coo to him.
You seemed angrier at his silence.
You trudged over. Muscles still stiff, unused like your voice. “I have been here long enough for the dust to settle between the cracks of the mirror. I have been here long enough to watch children wander through this abandoned mansion!” You reached your hands up and gripped the lapels of his suit coat. “I have been here long enough those fucking children made stories about me being here! Little fucking fairy tales that I killed the Actor and ran with his money!”
“I heard of that one.” He muttered. “Quite interesting, a theory was that you were hiding in Europe, away from here.” He shrugged before grabbing hold of your wrists and tugging them off harshly.
“You left me here! You promised to come get me soon!”
“Here I am.”
“NO! It has been years Damien! You-” He cut you off by his right hand snapping for your neck like a python. His hand grabbed at your neck and picked you up and walked with you as he shoved you back into one of the many mirrors surrounding you. His hand squeezed at your neck as he raised you higher against the mirror.
“I am not Damien anymore.” He spat. “I am no longer just that fool. I have grown better and stronger than he ever was. His foundation grew into me now. You will not address me as ‘Damien’ you fucking parasite.” He seethed. The ringing and static surrounding the room getting exponentially louder and more harsh on your ears.
“Fucking bitch.” You strained.
“I came to get you. But now I see you deserve to be in here for at least another hundred years! You fucking buffoon.” He snarled. “You don’t deserve to be walking around, you don’t deserve my mercy, you don’t deserve to be free from this hell.”
You reached up to try and pry his hand off.
“You deserve everything you get here. You deserve to suffer, to rot in this miserable wasteland.” He growled. He leaned closer to your ear, voice getting noticeably deeper, more dark and staticky.
“I’m going to leave you here to rot, little parasite.”
With that he squeezed his hand tighter before pulling you back from the mirror, and slamming you back against it.
He pulled you back again, and threw you against an opposite mirror across the void gap.
“I hope you suffer.” He mused before straightening his jacket, and walking back over to the mirror he came from.
You pushed yourself up, and looked at him. “W-Wait!” You called out.
He stopped and glanced at you.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me here.” You cried out softly. “I can’t deal with this any longer.” You felt tears running down your face. Your voice wavered.
You watched as the man, formerly known as Damien, walk over and stop before you. You must look pathetic, some scratched up, crying little bug, for him to squish beneath his shoe. He crouched down in front of you and harshly grabbed hold of your chin. “My, my, little bug. Sweet little parasite. Oh how the mighty have fallen, little cockroach.” His grip tightened on your face. “I can’t wait to watch you lose your mind in this eternal prison.” He chuckled softly. “To watch you cry for a freedom that will never come.”
He dropped your face, wiped the tears off his hands with a handkerchief and returned it to his pocket, he stood and walked over to the tall gaping mirror he entered through. “Goodbye, little bug, may your paranoia reach no bounds.” He chuckled and began walking through with a laugh.
Leaving you alone. Alone again.
You had one chance to get out.
And you fucked it up.
You weren’t leaving.
You couldn’t leave.
You let your head rest on the ground and let your arms reach for your shoulder. You cried quietly before letting out a loud, ear piercing cry, followed by incomprehensible sobs.
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//If you like this piece, consider checking out my other oneshots! I just recently got more into the markiplier fandom so if you like this, be sure to check out my other oneshots of the other egos! My requests are open as well!!//
#darkiplier#darkiplier x reader#markiplier fanfiction#markiplier egos#serotonin.writes#fanfiction#fanfic#markiplier#just angst#thats it#nothing else just angst#implied death#implied darkiplier x reader#paranoia#hallucinations#implied sh tw
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‘show me your arms’ i’ll show you my cane connecting with your kneecaps if you dare ask again
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Guess what bitches
Another Dadrius fanfic😘😘
REALLY REALLY LONG
1/2 parts
Characters: Hunter, Darius, Raine, Eberwolf
ships: none
Warnings: Implied sh
Title: Fight
It was any usual day in the Deamonne home. Darius was out on a mission and Hunter and Eberwolf were hanging out in the living room talking.
"Eber...that is so stu-" Before Hunter could finish his sentence Darius stormed into the house. Both Eberwolf and Hunter turned their heads to the loud sound of the door slamming shut.
Darius didn't say anything and just went upstairs. Eberwolf growled which translated to "What's his problem?" Hunter shrugged and turned back to Eberwolf to continue their conversation.
About 30 minutes later Darius came downstairs in a more comfortable attire
"Bad day?" Hunter pat the sleeping beast next to him and stood up from the couch.
"Horrible" Darius didn't look at Hunter and just went towards to kitchen. Hunter picked up the bowl that Eberwolf had been eating out of.
He hadn't been paying attention when he heard a sigh come from the kitchen. It sounded like an impatient sigh. He didn't turn around though. Until Darius spoke.
"Hunter. Why is there a mess in the kitchen" Hunter turned around quickly not remembering that he made a mess. Then he remembered. "Ohh..Sorry! Me and Eber were making some food for food party Eda was having. I completely forgot about the mess when we got home!"
He hurried to the kitchen and placed the bowl in the sink. "How do you forget something so simple" Darius sounded...angry? Upset? Sad? It was so hard to tell. He used a weird tone.
A tone that sounded familiar to Hunter. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it. "I uh- I'm sorry it's just when we got home we-" He couldn't even finish his sentence. Darius had put his hand up to stop him from continuing.
"I don't want to hear any excuses on why you couldn't do such a simple task"
This was all very familiar to Hunter. The way he was unable to read Darius' tone. The way he put up his hand to stop him from talking. The way he was shaming him for not cleaning up (Which Hunter already felt bad enough about) and the last sentence sounded so very familiar.
Then it hit him.
Belos
That's what Darius reminded him of right now! Belos! But that was insane! Darius swore we would never in any way try to remind him of Belos!
"Just hear what I have to say"
"Didn't I just say I don't want to hear excuses?"
Ohohoho that one was bringing up memories.
Hunter gave him an upset look before continuing "I'm just trying to explain why I forgot." He raised his voice a bit with that one.
Which was not familiar. Eberwolf had woken up but pretended they were still asleep. They knew that Hunter was beginning to put up a wall. A wall in his memories and a wall for his feelings.
"Well I don't want to hear it. Theres no reason you couldn't clean up a mess you made."
"But there is! If you would just listen-"
"Excuses Hunter. They're just excuses. That is all you do. Make up excuses for the simplest of things"
Eberwolf's eyes widened. Darius had never spoken to Hunter like that. Hunter stood up straighter with a more shocked/upset (in a mad way) look. Uh oh. Wall is up
I repeat The.Wall.Is.Up
"Just because I don't constantly go on missions with complete strangers doesn't mean I don't do shit!"
"Oh but that's it you use to go on missions everyday. Just because some old waste of bones would ask you to!"
Woah woah woah. Eberwolf was not happy with the last one. Bringing up Hunter's past? Way to far. Hunter's expression softened a bit. The anger turned more into shock. Then into much more anger
"Hey! You do not get to bring up my shitty past because you had a bad day! It is not my fault that your ass couldn't handle one fucky day!"
"You do not get to speak to me like that in my home."
"Oh. I'm sorry "your highness" I'm sorry your preppy ass can't handle being swore at by a teenager!"
It was very clear that the way Darius brought up his past made him snap. But it wasn't anger that had just popped up. This was anger that had already been there for a while.
"Oh this is coming from someone who shakes when he breaks a small cup"
"You known the reason to that! You already fucking know but something doesn't seem to completely click!"
Hunter raised his hand which is something he normally did when he was upset but Darius reacted badly to that. His abomination hair grabbed onto Hunter's wrist. Not to hard but firmly.
wall beginning to fall. All the anger he felt before evaporated. Now he felt complete shock.
Darius' eyes widened as the expression in his face turned into guilt and shock. He quickly let go and Hunter held his wrist in his hand
He hadn't realized that he did this. Eberwolf noticed quickly and sat up. But they knew Darius would never physically hurt Hunter. Something seemed off. Darius seemed off. Eberwolf didn't look to much into it and just stayed sitting on the couch
"Hunter.." Darius took a step forward but Hunter took 2 steps back.
Fear. Fear is what Hunter was feeling. Even if he didn't make it obvious he was nervous and fearful.
Hunter back away more than turned and ran away. He ran up the stairs, into his room, and shut the door. Darius felt disgusted. Disgusted with himself. He didn't even remember the mission! Why did he just snap at a child?!
He made Hunter feel afraid. Unsafe. Nervous. Fearful. Scared. That was the most horrible feeling ever. Eberwolf ran up to stairs and sat in front of Hunter's door
This was the end of P1
P2 coming soon👍🏼
#the owl house#toh#toh hunter#sad boy#another day another slay#dadrius#a little sad#implied sh tw#fanfic
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tw: implied self harm, old tumblr aesthetics
do you see it. do you understand my vision
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the gang watching as jay uses trespassing as a coping mechanism instead of talking about his mental health:
jay, videoing and UPLOADING IT ON YOUTUBE:
random headcanons regarding my happy ending au:
-jay bites his arms in his sleep. if someone unfortunate is close enough to his mouth, they get bitten too.
-once brian gets used to his crutches, he just. hangs out in the woods all alone. he keeps giving others heart attacks because they think he went missing but in reality he's like. drinking dasani in the middle of alabama forest.
-jessica absolutely gets a dog. and then a cat. she has a problem and just keeps adopting things. one day she runs into tim on her way home and pulls out a rat from her pocket.
- jay gets more and more cheeky about the operator and somehow incorporates it into the background of his vlogs. tim is almost completely sure that it's some form of stockholm syndrome, but it's just jay being jay.
-while i completely and wholeheartedly believe that the operator as an eldritch being that's a representative of paranoia and mental illness is devoid of all human emotion, i like to think that jay is its personal fucking archenemy and it despises him. it's indifferent to literally everyone else, but it'll go out of it's way to try and kill jay.
-alex, after getting back into jay's good graces, tries to talk to tim. occasionally it even works. he never tries with brian.
-brian thinks it's fucking hilarious.
-tim is pretty much desensitized to the operator, but only if it's around him. if it's around anyone else he loses his shit.
-jess treats the rest of the gang like they're her problematic cousins she sees once a year. sure it's nice talking to them and seeing they're fine, but she DOES not want to come over, she DOES NOT want to check if chucking stones at the operator would work, and she most certainly DOES NOT want to get into a car with a man who wanted to kill her.
-alex is always walking and talking like he's super pissed off; that's just how he looks like.
#marble hornets#jay merrick#alex kraile#brian thompson#tim wright#jessica locke#implied sh tw#its more of a unconscious thing but ppl tagged it as sh once so here u go#happy ending au#headcanons under the cut
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i just want him to stop.
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so you know the correlation between former child stars and drug abuse
#i was listening to a slowed/reverb of brand new city lol#implied overdose cw#implied drug abuse cw#implied sh tw#my art#adhoc labs#fandroid the musical robot#fandroid#fandroid adhoc#we keep forgetting that fandroid was/still is a child star#we need to talk about it more i think
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I HAVE AN INFECTION BY THE WAY HOW DO YOU TREAT THOSE WITHOUT OTHER PEOPLE KNOWING YOUVE FUCKED YOURSELF OVER-
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-When Will You Learn That Your Actions Have Concequences-📏
Mc.paint -(yeah it's kinda old but I don't care lol, yes, the background is an undertale reference and I know this is a principal qout, this is also the old design of baldi of how I use to draw him)- 💚
#my art shit#my artwork#my art#my artwrok#fanart#bbieal baldi#baldi art#baldi fanart#baldi basics#baldi baldimore#baldimore#spooky#microsoft paint#when will you learn#implied sh tw#ruler#undertale reference#old#old fanart#old design
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the gay trans autism guy eveer.......
#tw blood#implied sh tw#not really#he just did his own top surgery#sam and max fanart#sam and max#sam & max#sam sam and max#max sam and max
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i actually fucking did it, i promised i wouldn't, but i did.
my fucking wrists hurt. i didn't do it with a knife, but it still hurt.
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