#tw:bleeding

[scentedgalaxy--art]

Splatober day 9 / torture (goretober)

If you listen to Tragedy (Beegees) and Shine (Take that) back to back you will have interesting thoughts, just fyi

[viandede-porque]

they just got drunk on bloody marys 🍅

[hi-alex-the-ghost]

Am i the only one who has trouble finding period pads that fit? I would prefer longer ones that are bigger in the back because I bleed a lot and always leak out the back in sleep or sitting down. (I change every hour or two max) but those are always thicker and anything too thick is extremely uncomfortable to walk/sit in.

I know it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal but it’s just annoying, the pads my mom first bought me were too small to even fit in my under wear let alone be useful, idk I guess I just have some weird internalized stigmas about being 5’2 and “”skinny”” and needing bigger period pads

[nekojitachan]

I love how when I cut myself cooking something (those Japanese knives are indeed wonderful/SAF), I either have a bunch of latex crap that the SO has from his doctor mother (WTF?) or my Hello Kitty band-aids.

I know what I’m using.

(yeah, the HK band-aids.)

[rhyaxxyn]

Starting WC: 47697

Current WC: 76422

Net WC: 28725

Total Chapters: 28

Chapters Written: 7

Favorite Except (unedited):

Grabbing onto her side, Natia blocked the flow of blood. That wouldn’t kill her before the monster. In fact, it probably wouldn’t allow that. It was trying to enjoy itself. She was a game, a challenge for it to conquer.

Another rock, sharper than the last, caught Natia’s eye. It would be back soon. The monster would bleed her out. It would feast on her flesh and make her feel everything. That was the inevitable truth. Because as much as she wanted to make it home, Natia was bleeding out, she was fatigued from sleeping so little, and she was alone. Natia would die before the sun rose.

But she would die fighting.

“Little sparrow,” the monster called. Natia limped over to the rock, picking it up as her thigh throbbed. The blackstain remained. “Where are you?” Darkness shot through the trees. It punched through wood. Shreds of it came down upon her, but Natia didn’t flinch. She was going to die. Everyone had to die, but it was up to her whether or not she was afraid.

I will not be afraid, she reminded herself, though her head and heart said otherwise. Be afraid. They told her. Be afraid to die so cruelly. Be afraid to die to the unknown. Be afraid. Natia squared her shoulders as a mass of darkness landed in front of her. The monster rose to it’s full height now.

Be afraid.

I will not.

The monster charged for her. Natia raised her hand, the pointed end of the rock facing it. She breathed deep while she could still savore the taste of the air. It was fresh and pure as all night air should be. She revelled in the sweetness. Blood fell from her wounds. Yet she still stood, staring right at that featureless face, ready to face whatever waited for her when those teeth and claws tore her apart. I will not be--

{The Natural Orders: Infinite Tangents}

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[viandede-porque]

well..

[viandede-porque]

*dies from cringe*

[ncumenia-archived]

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[Canon]// She begins bleeding from her sternal wound and mouth, sometimes even yelling and stuff. She usually calms herself down with meditation or praying.[Odyssey]// We can consider her as a Florkerian with a strong personality, which is quite ironic since, before the riot she organized with other people about her age (She was 18 at the time), she was very sweet, shy and caring…She usually argues with her other comrades, which sometimes ends into a fight, and since she’s one of the strongest there she usually wins.At her worst, especially when overwhelmed by anxiety and paranoia, she usually cries all alone, in the middle of a huge breakdown because the burden she’s carrying on her shoulders is massive.[Modern]// She usually yells a lot, nothing particularly.