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hiii! so glad to see you back. im just wondering if you've considered the possibility of PMOS (formerly PCOS). When I was younger I had a period last 1 and a half years and that was the cause. I ended up going on birth control for about a year (and dealing with those awful side effects) and after getting off I had no period. idk if that was really a win or not. but anyways, no need to publicly reply to this if it makes you uncomfortable, but definitely look into that. way too many doctors are scared to talk about pmos when so many people live with it. 70% of women with it never even get formally diagnosed. I hope you can figure it out soon!
Hello! And no this isn’t too personal for me to talk about, it’s just that my period has honestly always been really weird.
I got it at 10 but at 15 is when it started being irregular. By this point, it was usually just late by a few weeks but then I started missing periods in the summer until I just didn’t have one for like half the year. I wasn’t sexually active until I hit 17/18 so there was never a possibility at pregnancy.
Two years ago, I had a normal year and finally had periods in the summer. But then in October it was a little late and then I got my period in November and have been on it since then. When I was 15, the doctor told me I had too much androgen iirc and then later they said it was some other hormone.
Like 9 years ago is when they said it was pre-PCOS (whatever that means) and I had to go to the ER earlier this year cuz I was lowkey bleeding way too much and they did an ultrasound. There, they said I have no fibroids or cysts but that I have adenomyosis. They told me I have two options: birth control or hysterectomy. From this one ER visit, I saw three different doctors and they all said the same thing. And I had gone to my primary literally a month before and told him that my husband and I are trying to conceive so the hysterectomy comment was kinda a slap to the face. What’s wild is that I think I remember making a post about how scared I was because I was getting my first Pap smear in my life and that was the day that period started.
Since I was 15, different doctors have never given me a definitive answer on whether I have PCOS/PMOS or not. And I can’t ask family for help bc my birther and I are no contact and the only other maternal family member I had passed away a few years back and she did have a lot of complications when it came to fertility and childbirth so it’s like :/ the most that I know is that my birther does have adenomyosis too but believe me when I say it’s clear that she had no issues when it came to conceiving (I love my siblings tho lol)
It’s just frustrating bc idk what to do at this point. The birth control didn’t help and I took it as a last resort. I’d still bleed through my pad and tampon combo before an hour was up for weeks. And I really don’t think it’s a miscarriage because I’ve been bleeding for so long but I don’t know. As far as I’m aware, I’ve never conceived and I’m thinking I just don’t ovulate either. I know for sure i used to in my young teen years but I think that stopped a while ago. Honestly this is why it’s so important that we are taught about our bodies ;-;
Sorry I lowkey ranted but it was nice to let it all out
No context, just a story idea I've had for a long time now. Formatting will come later. Some lines may be changed further down the line but i like where this is going so far.
P.S. my laptop has lost the war and has been put to rest. With it, i have lost many folders/projects as well as dividers so this snippet is gonna look bland and boring but i haven't figured out how to use this computer yet and i'm trying to figure out what the new design for this blog should be so bear with me as i wrestle with technology far too advanced for my puny brain
Tanjiro almost killed the demon.
He panted for breath, but he still raised his sword. His arms trembled in protest, but he refused to succumb to exhaustion.
“Not yet...” he told himself, staggering forward.
The demon, equally wounded and fatigued, let out a low hiss. This battle had dragged on for far too long. Her blood supply was running low. The gash across her neck wasn’t healing fast enough.
Upon seeing the redhead assume his stance, something primal overcame the demon: an old feeling she thought she would never have to experience again after having lived so long, after having won so many battles.
But whether it was because of pride or the paralysis that came from being faced with the inevitable, the demon stayed in place.
Tanjiro charged forward, ready to deliver the final blow. But before he was able to close the gap, there was a deafening bang! and the demon cried out. She’d been pierced through her shoulder by what looked to be a harpoon of sorts. The demon gripped onto it and tried to free herself, but more bangs! followed, and with it, more harpoons came from all directions until every limb had been punctured down to the earth, rendering her completely immobile.
And yet, she lived.
Tanjiro spun around, trying to get a glimpse of who had come to his aid. He hadn’t even smelt, much less heard, anyone approaching.
Then, in uniforms that he didn’t recognize, yet still bore the Demon Slayer title, several strangers leapt out from the darkness.
“Who are you?” the redhead asked. No one glanced his way, their eyes fixated on the struggling demon.
“Step away from it, Kamado. We’ll handle it from here.”
Tanjiro looked to the speaker, but he did not recognize his face. Just like the others, the man didn’t even peer over to Tanjiro as he spoke. He only looked to his fellow crew members and gave out orders.
“Approach carefully! Ensure she is not beheaded as she is moved.”
The slayers moved in silent unison and restrained the demon. Once chained, they dragged her into the darkness, carrying her hisses and curses into the distance.
“What’s going on?” Tanjiro asked, approaching the officer, “Why are you keeping that demon alive? She’s dangerous! She’s killed scores of people!”
Only now did the leading officer stare down at the redhead. His gaze was intense, his mouth a hard line.
“That is exactly why.”
The officer’s answer made Tanjiro’s spine go cold. But before he could ask for an explanation, his vision blurred and his body finally gave out. Consciousness abandoned him before he could hear the officer’s next order.
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They had brought him in during the late hours of the night.
“Clear out,” one of the staff commanded as he burst through the door. You jumped, nearly tearing your freshly-placed bandage. Several helpers now filled the infirmary, carrying a limp body and placing him down onto the table. Though unconscious, he groaned in pain as the crew worked quickly, clanging bottles and scalpels, filling the air with the stench of alcohol mixing with iron.
Your heart clenched at the sight of his pained expression. The nurses peeled apart the bloody uniform stuck to his skin, naming off injuries and barking out orders at the others to grab certain items. They now swarmed him, and you could no longer see his bruised face. But you could still see the red. It was pooling and dripping down the edge of the table, and your vision began to blur.
“Clear. Out.” The same helper from before, now irritated, shoved you out of the room by your shoulders. The door was slammed shut before you could even blink.
And so, you headed back to your room, avoiding the puddles of red as you made your way through the halls, cleaners already working to erase the trail.
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Any information regarding the stranger was scarce. Most people here spoke in clipped whispers after all. But you were able to determine that he would make a full recovery soon. What you weren’t so sure about, however, was why “that box of his” was moved to a separate location within the grounds. But you knew better than to ask questions. So, you let the stranger be.
Two nights passed. No more word spread regarding the redhead’s condition. No news is good news, right?
“You are dismissed.”
Wordlessly, you kept pressure on your arm and headed out. Your steps only slowed once you left that cursed room and entered the hallway. You took a long breath, steadying yourself against the cold wall. When the dizziness eased, you made your way to the infirmary, avoiding the eyes of the staff just as they avoided yours.
There had been no response when you knocked on the door. That must mean the others are with the new capture. Goosebumps raced through your body. You opened the door slowly.
Just as you’d expected, none of the staff were there. Only a sleeping figure lay dormant in one of the beds: the stranger. Now that he’d been cleaned of blood and dirt, he looked even more exhausted than before, slightly paled from blood loss.
Droplets ran down your forearm, breaking you out of your observation. You hurried to gather supplies.
It was a fixed routine now: dab, clean, bandage. Once finished, you rolled your sleeve down, quietly putting things back where they belonged.
A sudden gasp made you startle. You whirled around to see the redhead now upright and bewildered, wincing as he looked at his arm, the IV tugged by the sudden motion.
“It’s alright,” you urged him, and his eyes fixed onto yours. The large scar on his forehead caught your own. You approached him slowly, scanning him to make sure he hadn’t reopened any wounds. But to your relief, none of his bandages darkened to that familiar shade.
“Where are we?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“This is the infirmary,” you replied, noticing the pitcher of water and a cup at his bedside table. You poured some for him and passed him the drink. “Are you a new recruit?”
“Thank you,” – he took a long drink before responding – “But, no. I’ve been in the Corps for some time now. But I’ve never seen Slayers like them before.”
“'Like them?’” As far as you knew, his uniform had been the strange one. Perhaps there was a new faction?
“Yes. I was fighting a demon, but they surrounded us and…” His voice rose with sudden concern as he leaned forward and exclaimed, “I heard they were going to keep the demon alive! No one’s been hurt, have they?”
This truly must be a new faction.
“No one’s injured but you,” you assured him.
His shoulders drooped back down as he let out a relieved sigh. “I’m glad everyone is safe,” he said, leaning back slightly. Then, with a cheerful smile, he added, “My name is Kamado Tanjiro. Thank you for having me.”
hello, i wanted to give an update because i disappeared for a long time. i'm still alive.
i'm sorry for being gone so long. i'm empty-handed (again) but i guess i should explain myself. life was really crummy and now i'm kind of in a weird situation with where i live but that's a topic for another day.
i've left a couple jobs now and i was absolutely miserable. it was making me a really angry person and nothing brought me joy anymore. it was just work, drive, and then wait for my next shift. now i'm at a place i love but damn does pay suck lol. i'm trying to get a second job because i got sick and doctor visits piled up but of course, they can't figure out what's causing my issue. i've been on the same period since november (yes since 2025) and i've given up on trying to get someone to listen to me so i'm just gonna vibe and keep on going til i drop or science gets better and i can find a fix that's not a hysterectomy (my options were either that or birth control and the birth control isn't doing anything so i guess i'm SOL)
i'm in a better place now despite all the other things going on. i just want to distract myself from all the bad stuff by coming here again and chatting with folks and being crazy so, here i am!
i've seen a few new people stumble on this blog and to everyone else who's been here (or stalking), i'd like to say hello! if i'm just screaming into the void, that's ok too. i've been wanting to say something for a long time now. i'm sorry to everyone who's tagged/reblogged/asked stuff :( i isolated too hard but i'm going to do my best to be active again! i can't promise it'll be good but i'll do what i can :)
Hihi Cherry! How’ve you been? Looking forward to 2026? Wishing you a happy, love-full new year! 🥰
Hello!! (not you catching me when I was spying through your blog 💀) I’ve been very cold 🥶 but life is going alright! I’ve survived the holidays and family drama with only a mild headache >:3 I’m working today but I think it’s gonna be slow so that’ll be alrighty with me
How have you been? Any plots and schemes for this new year?? I’m wishing you many laughs and great success!!
I am BEGGING drop the Genya and Tanjiro trauma/protection fic or more crumbs of the Yandere home au My dear Cherry it’s time to hurt everyone (me included)!!
I haven’t even STARTED the Genya and Tanjiro fic (idek how it’s gonna end lmao) but it’s lowkey gonna incorporate extreme longing from Tanjiro’s side and Genya’s quick descent into Yandere territory.
As for the Yandere home au, I lowkey hurt my feelings because I know what’s gonna happen 😭 but that’s in a notebook at home so I will post this snippet instead (it’s kinda an old draft but it’s pretty much the same once I get it polished):
plotplotplot intense love triangle with Genya and Tanjiro and reader has trauma with demons which becomes problematic when Genya turns Yandere and that side only becomes amplified when his demon self makes his appearance and lacks the self restraint he tries to uphold when he’s human which activates Supreme Tanjiro Protective Mode plotplotplot
This idea has actually been eating me alive for weeks but I don’t wanna hurt sweet Genya even though he’s kinda sorta really crazy
hey so i remembered your fic Home out of nowhere after more than a year and went to re-read all of it. Of course i cried and suffered just like the first time. The whole Home fics are insanely emotional i cant even handle it. I hope you are doing well, and im excited for any more content that will arrive in the future. Is it too bold to ask for a little snipped of your Survival AU? I just found out about the existence of the Alternative Ending and it was so shoking i cried at 4 am reading it.
Not bold at all! I LOVE talking about Home and all of the AU's.. i lowkey actually forgot about the Survival AU and I'm looking through it in my drafts and I finally found it! I actually don't remember how much I've shared or what I've posted about it (and i have a mess of a masterlist so it's not helping either x.x) so I'm gonna make a little post once I’m back home and hope that I'm not just a broken record lmao
oof yeah the alternate ending (the bad ending)...it's actually crazy bc when i first hit "Post" my entire internet or tumblr just went down and i was like 0.0 but i really do love it because (sorry i'm gonna go on a tangent here) each universe is connected. there's actually an order to it and each ending determines the behaviors of the characters in the next timeline (the good route isn't canon though it's' just to make me feel better about all the horrible things i've done to reader). the bad ending is actually the first one and basically, the devastation of that moment cursed them into a loop until a proper end is reached. i feel like i'm explaining this weird so i need to make a different post but idk if anyone would be interested or if i'm just rambling lol
But one thing I will say is one route led to the Yandere au because Tanjiro essentially wished too hard to make things right and protect reader in the next life
Hi Hiiii i only just started reading your fic and i love it :3
in like 15 minutes- i drew how i imagine Y/N
Keep up the good work :D
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omg this brought me so much joy thank you so much. i'm so impressed - you did this in just 15?!?!?! i'm putting this on my fridge she is so cute!!!!!!!! and i'm so glad you like the story! words can't properly put together how this is giving me the feels ;-; i hope you’re doing well on this night (or morning). I’m actually so determined to get into bookbinding once I’m finally finished with the story so I can look through everybody’s kind words and pretty pictures. You got me like:
That’s what Sanemi Shinazugawa feels toward Tanjiro Kamado.
Pure and utter hatred. Contempt.
He burns with it, fire creeping up the back of his throat until Sanemi is forced to spit it into the dirt.
It’s not enough Kamado got to keep his demon sister while Sanemi spends his days still trying to scrub his mother’s blood from his hands. It’s not enough that the dumbass still smiles — genuinely — when the muscles in Sanemi’s cheeks have long since atrophied.
No, all of that justified his dislike from day one. The chip on Sanemi’s shoulder is a weight he’s always known how to carry, and this inspid ray of sunshine won’t add to that.
But the fact Genya walks away with the boy, does. Sure, with one last, timid glance over his too-brawny shoulder that Sanemi pretends not to see. But he follows after Kamado as he’s carried off the estate grounds anyway, chasing after the brother he can choose rather than the one at his back.
And Sanemi, stuck behind the bars of a cage he built, can only watch Genya go, pretending like he doesn’t feel the iron encasing his heart, crack.
I know I don’t bring him up often but this sudden realization hit me: for gyomei, it means a lot when people show appreciation and gratitude. He respects accountability, even in the face of difficult subject matters or just touchy things in general. Even if you're humiliated by it, if you're truthful, you've earned his favor/trust.
What I’m trying to get at is he’d have a massive praise kink and he would make you be vocal or descriptive about it.
You need to thank him for that creampie he gave you, for ruining your guts, etc. etc.
᯽ ── hear me out: giyū has absolutely no idea how to initiate sex. he’s hopeless at signaling desire—the closest you’ll get is a stilted, “your shoulders look tense,” before he attempts the most awkward massage known to man. he expects you to take it from there. if you don’t, he’ll just sit in silence, blinking those wide, ocean eyes at you, silently hoping you to connect the dots.
᯽ ── he’s equally terrible at picking up your hints. you could fake a yawn, stretch theatrically, even (seductively) beckon him toward the bedroom—he’ll only tilt his head and ask if you’re tired. so earnest about it he’ll kiss you goodnight and you can’t even be mad.
᯽ ── during sex, he is almost quiet to the point of austerity. the only sounds you get are stifled groans and sharp intakes of breath. over time, he gets better at letting himself go, but even then his repertoire is limited to groans and shuddered sighs—he never fully shakes the instinct to hold himself back.
᯽ ── as a switch, he doesn’t mind being bossed around.
᯽ ── his stamina borders on inhuman. doesn’t burn out quickly—can keep you pinned and stuffed full even as you’re clawing for purchase, nails carving pink ladders down his back. and when, against your better judgment, your pussy starts thinking louder than your brain and you beg for more, he gives it. he knows he probably shouldn’t, knows he’s already pushed you past your limit but that desire to please runs deeper. and the truth is, he wants it just as badly.
᯽ ── afterwards, he prefers to stay buried inside you it you allow it. likes the closeness and cuddling.
KOCHŌ SHINOBU
᯽ ── one thing you should know about shinobu is that she’s super blunt. words cut straight through you, softened only by the polite smile that rarely leaves her face. can say the filthiest things in the sweetest tone.
᯽ ── soft & cruel teasing is her nature.
᯽ ── will make you suck on her strap. oh and knowing shinobu, that thing is no ordinary toy. she had it made with a particular function in mind. the tip thickens into a subtle swell, modeled after the bulbus glandis. it locks her inside you when she thrusts deep, your body clenching and refusing to let her go once the swell is lodged inside.
᯽ ── petite in build, and she likes being on top every time. she likes control. her dainty fingers can’t reach far, but she knows what to do with them.
RENGOKU KYŌJURŌ
᯽ ── kyōjuro is passionate in all things he deems important. sex is no exception.
᯽ ── he is very vocal & enthusiastic in bed, overflowing with praise and declarations. puts everything he has into each round and his fiery eyes blaze so brightly you half-expect him to combust.
᯽ ── always wearing a big smile on his face even when he’s rearranging your guts.
᯽ ── not very experimental when it comes to positions. he sticks to what he knows works powerful and effective. he also prefers positions where he can see your face. missionary, lotus, anything that lets him stare into your eyes.
᯽ ── eager to please. even though he appears confident and living in his own world, kyōjuro pays attention to what you respond well to, since nothing makes him prouder than knowing he has satisfied you.
SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI
᯽ ── sanemi’s reputation precedes him. volatile and hot-headed, quick to snap at the lightest provocation. and yet in bed he is startlingly gentle. at least at first.
᯽ ── doesn’t take much convincing to get him to fuck nasty. you say the words and he goes feral. that crazed snarl cuts across his handsome face, and suddenly he is pounding his cock into you with brute force. the same look he wears while killing demons: wild and unhinged but completely focused. he makes a conscious effort not to push past the line into harm.
᯽ ── has a reluctant praise kink. easily flustered; ducks his head into the crook of your shoulder, pretending to be unmoved while he’s blushing and his cock is twitching inside you.
᯽ ── loud in bed. a grunter and a groaner. swears a lot but doesn’t call you degrading names.
᯽ ── aftercare isn’t very over-the-top, but for some reason i can imagine him making you drink water, one hand gently cupping at the base of your skull, the other guiding the cup to your lips when you’re too tired to lift it yourself.
UZUI TENGEN
᯽ ── tengen has godly stamina. hardly surprising, considering the man already juggles three wives before he met you. divides his time fairly with all his wives, but when it is your turn he makes sure you feel his love for you and are thoroughly satisfied.
᯽ ── an ass guy through and through. especially obsessed with backshots because he gets to admire the sight of your ass rippling every time his hips slam forward. likes to playfully spank you.
᯽ ── loves the sounds you make. the louder the better.
᯽ ── not stingy with praise. expect the adjective "flashy" to be used a lot.
᯽ ── has fucked you while putting you in a headlock (and will probably do it again)
᯽ ── always cums inside you because he secretly wants you to carry his first child.
᯽ ── you’ve established a small ritual where he pulls you on top of his chest, an arm curled around you. alone time he steals just for you.
KANROJI MITSURI
᯽ ── mitsuri blushes every time. you’d think it’s your first time together, the way her face turns beet red when you straddle her, blinking up at you with heart eyes.
᯽ ── sometimes she forgets herself, flips you over and rides you until her legs give out. (and then she gets very shy all of a sudden) you don’t complain because c’mon, just imagine the view.
᯽ ── touches her own breasts constantly, squeezing the hefty weight of them because she’s too embarrassed to ask you to do it. but when you do, she falls apart. flushed red to the tips of her ears, whimpering and whining "too much," though she arches desperately into your palms for more.
᯽ ── thanks to her freakish strength, she can pin you down without trying, and when she realizes what she’s done, she gets even more embarrassed, hands covering her face as if that could hide her.
᯽ ── eats you out with gusto. always shyly asks for your permission beforehand, and her eagerness makes her messy.
᯽ ── your praise makes her glow. pearlescent tears of joy gather in her lashes as she rides the high of your words.
᯽ ── likes to cuddle after sex, always the little spoon. oh and sweet snacks too.
IGURO OBANAI
᯽ ── where his words to others are venom, to you they are honey. praise spills uncharacteristically easily from his lips: how well you take him, how pretty you look stretched around him. the softness in his voice feels almost wrong, considering the sharp edge of his nature elsewhere.
᯽ ── self-conscious about his facial scar. took some convincing for him to remove the bandages, because you wanted to see him properly during sex. you start at the corner of his mouth and press a series of soft kisses along the length of it, until you reach the end. by god, he almost comes right then and there.
᯽ ── his favourite thing is drawn out intimacy. slow thrusts and steady eye contact. and hand holding !!! the kind of lovemaking that feels like it could last forever.
᯽ ── you are allowed to leave as many hickeys on his neck as you want. kaburamaru (the snake) coils across his shoulders after, concealing them from anyone else’s eyes.
᯽ ── extremely fastidious in aftercare. not very talkative but he’s very clingy.
HIMEJIMA GYŌMEI
᯽ ── his size alone makes you feel caged, his cock stretching you so good that you’re seeing stars. he apologises for it even as you moan his name.
᯽ ── his stamina is frightening: he can keep going long after your body gives out.
᯽ ── often cries after sex. silent tears rolling down his cheeks while he holds you close, murmuring how much he loves you.
᯽ ── the sweetest aftercare. not just cleaning and hydration i’m talking about massages, kisses and cuddles.
