#abscess inside mouth

[dramarnathandentalcare]

How to get rid of a gum boil?

A gum boil, also known as a tooth abscess, is a serious dental illness that can cause significant pain and concern. These painful swellings, which are frequently caused by gum or tooth infections, can be stressful for many people, making it difficult to eat, speak, and practise oral hygiene. Understanding how to properly treat a gum boil is critical not just for reducing pain, but also for avoiding complications that could lead to more serious dental issues. 

In this video, we'll look at the causes of gum boils, effective home remedies, dental treatments, and preventative measures to help you regain your oral health and wellness.

For more information read the full blog here : https://www.dramarnathansdentalcare.com/how-to-get-rid-of-a-gum-boil

[mermervi]

disco tits

✎ one shot where leon fucks u in your kitchen (?)

cw: d in p, creampie, ooc leon soo yeah, degradation, ouch, unprotected sex, fem! reader, MDNI

You really aren’t a slut, right? And yet, the dick that’s currently bouncing off you is the reason you look like the women in those pornographic videos, nipples are hard and ready to go. As for Leon, he’s the kind of guy who rarely resorts to such things, like one-night stands; he’s just a different story.

It’s the effect of your legendary disco tits, the ones that are sprouting out of your low-cut dress right now, the ones he has been staring at blatantly. Thank God, Leon feels deeply indebted that women don’t wear bras under such beautiful dresses.

Onto the scenery.

Your panties are already on the floor; who gives a fuck? Leon can’t keep his hands to himself and clutches your right tit. Crushingly like nails and all. The other one bounces on its own.

“Look at you, so proud, huh? Pretty little slut.” Leon praises, well, grunts—no doubt he’s praising. Debauched as hell, no place in heaven if there’s a heaven.

He has to be praising, hopefully. You’ll be the judge of that; just do it later. Now, you’re quite busy.

Your legs are wrapped loosely around his waist, and your back is on the verge of a nasty twist on your kitchen island. Implicitly, you trust him; you just know that he won’t slip you down. Have you seen this guy? The master of manhandling.

Your thighs are deliciously spread apart so that Leon can shove his cock almost out of your dripping cunt, plush pussy lips beyond stretched out. He’s holding back a smirk as you give out the most succulent whimper. Your beautiful voice is so tangy that it sends goosebumps down his spine as he fills you. You swear you can fucking see all the colors behind your blurred vision and closed eyes—the complexity of a giant rainbow whenever the tip eases inside your abscessed cervix. Maybe you should ditch the work for tomorrow since there’s no way you’re going to be working your ass off after this shit.

“This dress is made for me, for me, fuck—too tight—to watch ’em tits.” Curses fly out of his mouth; no self-control. He’s fucking the most beautiful girl in the world in her kitchen, on your razed countertop, your cervix long gone, his condolences.

His thrusts are practically jostling your insides with every millisecond; yes, again with no fucking control. He knows you’re close—the stunned look on your face and the saliva glistening down from your mouth should be enough. So, Leon releases your tit and rubs your fat bud with the pad of his thumb until your nerves are frayed, leaving you crimped.

You can’t help it; you’re drizzling his cock with your own juices and swathing it so warmly that he feels thoughtful enough to consult you, albeit his normal pull-out game is shit. He’s so damn close. How could he not? What a pussy you have; he can’t stop admiring while he’s fucking. 

“Where? In your mouth or—”

You disturb his query. It’s so stupid. 

“Inside! Cum... inside.”

All night long, it’s the only sound you’ve made other than whimpering and whining—a high-pitched request, a necessity. Neither of you is sober enough to think about what happens next, and it doesn’t take long to get what you want. Leon’s watching with bated breath as your lovely pussy encases in his gleaming cum, thick and warm.

He still won’t pull it out, though; he loves and adores your cunt as he languidly and persistently moves his hips, fucking and shoving back the residue of cum through your wasted slit. He just needs to feel more, to keep you a while ’cause you’re beautifully slick; you’re written by his mess.

He really did it; his narcissism is through the roof. He fucked you so hard that bits and pieces of your brain melted out of your flushed and ringing ears. Makes him proud; he’d be a fool to lie, infringing Pinocchio himself to live with a longer dick. And his dick is already long, mind you. 

“Good girl, what a good fucking work and pussy.” One of the few words he says minutes before he leaves your house, not that you can catch it in your hazy reverie as you’re still pining away, leaking on the counter like the dumb-fucked fool you are. At least you got his name and number... oh! Plus, his boxer briefs laying next to your panties. Well, a start is a start, you suppose.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

of rage and ruin - chapter three

of rage and ruin series

chapter three

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werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader

word count: 3.3k

summary: you cannot escape the call of the moon.

chapter warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, a/b/o, alpha/omega dynamics, omegaverse, captivity, canon-typical violence, genre-typical violence, horror themes, graphic violence, allusions to/threats of torture, abuse by captors (not by either joel or reader), depiction of injury, body horror, typical raider/hunter behavior, mention of cordyceps, angst, viewer discretion is advised, menstruation, slow burn

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

Joel knows he’s a coward. He knows he’s making your life harder by staying wolfed out. 

But the thing is, he just can’t be fucked to care. He wants to. He wants to want to, anyway. But he didn’t ask to suddenly be responsible for the emotional well-being of some random fucking omega.

He was pretty sure there was no right move, anyway. You’re scared of him; you’re scared of the wolf. You’re scared. 

As you should be.

Not of him, no, but of this life. This life that has been his reality for the last three years. Now it’s yours, too. 

And fuck, if that thought doesn’t make his stomach clench and his chest draw tight. You don’t deserve this. He, arguably, deserves some of it. But not you. 

No, not you. He can tell. He can tell you’re so soft, on the outside and the inside. Not soft in the way that you’d give easily beneath his teeth, though that’s true as well. But too fucking soft to have been living in the goddamn apocalypse, let alone here. With him.

Here, which, as far as he can tell, is an abandoned high school turned raider camp. There are a lot more of them than he ever sees. Certainly, they all know about the beast in the belly of their home, but it’s only ever the same small group that takes him out or comes down into the sublevel. 

They’ve taken you away again. After his failed attempt at playing human, you’d stayed curled and cold in your cage for a day, and then they swept you off again to the room across the hall.

He tries, oh, he tries to ignore you. To forget that you’re there, that you’re so close, that the concrete cannot keep your scent from him or the throb of your heart or the salt of your sweat from the air. 

He fails miserably, of course. Strokes his cock daily, sometimes twice, to the sweet smell of you, to the way your pulse races when you hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his seed splattering against the drain. The way your own slick spreads and leaves him salivating. 

Until, one day, it doesn’t. One day, as the moon lazily waxes, drawing more and more of the wolf out to play, he wakes up to a new wave of sharp metal, and your essence is cut with a flood of bitter salt, not unlike the time last winter when one of his molars cracked and the abscess burst and he had to let them pull it from his mouth without giving into the urge to snap down around the bony wrist and condemn himself to death by dental infection. 

You’re woken by your new least favorite sound—the haunting howl of your neighbor. The timbre usually fills you with terror, but today, oh fuck, today, you can’t fucking take it.

You groan, crawling out from where you’d been curled up under the bench that had been protecting you from the horrible fluorescent lights. It did nothing for the ache in your lower back, or the ache in your neck, or the ache, well, everywhere. 

And you feel it. Hot and sticky. Not that you’re surprised, given the state of the rest of your body. Before you can muster up the will to care, the room spins, the tug in your navel moves up, and last night’s broth ends up back in the bowl it came in. Mostly. 

The howl comes again, longer, seemingly endless. At least, until you groan again and mutter, “shut up.” 

He does.

You freeze.

“Can you hear me?” you say just as quietly.

There’s a quiet whine.

“Holy shit.” 

You feel a fresh gush of heat between your thighs, and he howls in a way you can only call mournful. 

You ignore him in favor of figuring something out. There’s no good option in this room. You pull down your soiled panties and set them on the ground to sit, leaning up against the frigid tile wall in a corner where, hopefully, some of your dignity will be maintained when they come in and out with food. 

He howls a little more insistently this time.

“Look, please stop. I have such a fucking migraine,” you whisper with your head in your hands. 

He falls quiet and stays that way for a while. It takes you an embarrassingly long time to put two and two together, but he whines or howls each time fresh blood leaks out.

When it hits you, you freeze, heart scattering as you first assume that his noises are hungry. Once you calm, though, you know, somehow, that isn’t the case. Something—and you really don’t want to think too hard about it—tells you it’s concern. 

“Can you smell it?” you ask hesitantly.

He whines again, and you hear just the slightest change in his pitch and inflection. 

You’ve got to be fucking losing your mind. You’re talking to a wolf. 

Only… you’re not, really. Right? Unless you hallucinated it in fear-borne delirium, he was a man for about ten minutes. 

A man who said he wouldn’t hurt you.

Yeah, right. 

He whines again softly, and you scowl.

“It’s my period,” you say, feeling stupider by the minute. 

But he makes a loud huff of a sigh, and then the room across the hall goes quiet.

When they bring you back to the cage, there’s no man. Not a hint of him. Only the wolf. And they’ve tired of acclimating you, of letting you cower in the corner of the cage. 

With delicate gloved hands (who the fuck manicures their nails in the apocalypse, Cheryl!?), your rope is swapped for a shiny pair of handcuffs, the chain of which is clipped to the front of the cage. You’re stuck on your knees, hands in front of you. 

You consider clasping them and praying to your new lunar goddess for mercy. But there won’t be any. She can’t control her change any more than he can control his. 

You’re all beholden to your nature, now. 

He notices immediately, stalking over on all fours, ambling with his back hunched and teeth bared.

You flinch and close your eyes just before he slobbers on your wrist.

When you force yourself to look, you find him crouched, snout shoved up to the bars, and the long coil of his tongue flopped out. He’s lapping at the raw rope burn, and even though it’s wet and thick and disgusting, you don’t hate it. 

There’s something almost soothing about it. His saliva is a cool balm on the inflamed flesh.

So you just stare. He doesn’t stare back, though. His murky eyes stay fixed on the wounds, and he growls in warning when you shift almost out of his reach. 

So you hold still, a tugging in your sternum urging you to sit. Stay. Obey. 

Later, you’d think about how unnaturally natural it all felt. The way he seemed to lasso you in with those big brown eyes and the way you fell silent when he growled. The way your body moved as if through water back into his reach. 

The way you sit still for hours and let a creature more monster than man taste you in a way that should not be intimate, and yet, the slick pooling between your legs seems to disagree. The rough slip of his tongue on your raw flesh, the pleasant tingle his saliva leaves behind—it sits just on the right side of painful, the slight sting and then cooling relief stirring feelings you’ve been trying so hard to ignore. 

His eyes go as black as a cove whose lighthouse has long burnt out. And as the smallest whimper of a moan slips from your lips, you dash yourself upon the rocky cliffside. 

There’s one moment where you think he’s going to follow you into the depths. One long, fertile moment that’s over in a flash despite the way it gives him time to chew you up and spit you out. 

He’s on the other side of the room before you know it, blinking stupidly with your mouth hanging open. 

Oh, god. You can’t even turn your back and hide your face, cuffed as you are. He takes pity and doesn’t look at you. 

Tommy Miller had seen a lot of shit in his life. Between his stint overseas, his tendency to stick his head into dangerous situations, and the fucking apocalypse, he’s seen—and done—terrifying and disturbing things. 

Watching his brother turn into a storybook monster? Well, that takes the spot of the second worst thing he’s ever had to remember. 

Laura, the woman in the woods, the woman he’d made a widow, had warned them. The turn, she said, would never be easy. But the first time? The first time would break anyone’s heart.

There was no way to know how he’d be. Some of the alphas, she’d whispered, lost themselves. The wolf was stronger and drowned the man. 

Tommy wasn’t worried about that. Not with Joel.

No, it would have been better, maybe. There was a chance he wouldn’t have remembered it, wouldn't have remembered the agony and fear, had he been buried in his own body for the night. 

They’d chained him up in Laura’s basement. Tess had gone back into the QZ, keeping up with deals they had to deliver on. So Tommy was alone in the mildew with his big brother manacled to the cement wall. 

That was hard enough. 

As the sun set and the moon rose, fat and ethereal, Joel whimpered. 

Tommy set down the shotgun to get up.

“Don’t,” Joel snapped. “Do not put down that fuckin’ gun.”

“Jesus,” Tommy sighed and sat back down. He should have known his martyr of a brother was about to go off on a self-sacrificing soliloquy, but somehow, he was still caught off guard when Joel spoke again.

“I mean it, Tommy. First sign this isn’t going to hold me, you shoot,” Joel was saying when Tommy realized what he was going on about.

“Oh, shut up, Joel,” he groaned.

Joel was not going to shut up, actually, until that choice was taken away from him. The first in a lifetime of so many choices that would fall away, slip from his grasp and leave him tethered to someone else’s will. 

Something snapped inside of him. It burned like a motherfucker, and he grunted. Tommy made to stand up again, brows creased, and a hand outstretched, but when Joel tried to scold him, the only sound was a snarl. Ferocious and rough, with teeth too big and a crinkling, stretching snout. 

Tommy’s scent spiked sharp, and Joel won. His instincts tamped down the wolf’s aggression. He may as well have been staked in the heart for putting that fear on his brother’s face. 

When his limbs were done stretching, his spine snapping, his—oh, lord— his hair growing, he settled on four legs. 

Mine, he thought vaguely when he looked at Tommy, blinking his shiny brown eyes at the small man and ignoring him. He was too distracted by the thunderous mutiny of his achingly empty stomach. His eyes flicked once again to Tommy, who looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not gonna be very tasty,” Tommy said wryly.

The monstrosity that was his brother, now, snorted and rolled its eyes. Tommy couldn’t stop it, couldn’t swallow down the laugh that bubbled up. It was a little unsteady, maybe, but he felt he was entitled to a little hysteria, given the circumstances.

“You can understand me,” he said. 

The creature stared at him blankly. It was like he could hear Joel saying no shit. 

Tommy scratched the back of his neck and took in the full, grotesque thing before him. “It’s fuckin’ weird, man.”

And that was it. It was that easy. 

As long as Tommy was around, Joel was still Joel, even when he was the Wolf. They were one symbiotic creature balanced on the pillar of their baby brother, guided by the inherent protective instincts that drove both man and beast. 

But he still wouldn’t return to Boston. Wouldn’t risk it, wouldn’t play games with Tess’ life. He wished he could say it had been to protect all the innocent people around him, but he had long since been that kind of man and was even less so, now that he wasn’t really a man. (This was a sentiment Tommy took issue with, but Joel had always been his own worst critic.) 

It would have been easy, he thought, to slip into place at Laura’s. To fill the gap they left behind that night. To soak in her sweet scent and raise another man’s children as his own. But easy didn’t matter, and in the end, he returned to the little cabin in the woods where Tess and Tommy would cycle in and out with the ebb and flow of the trades. He kept to himself, he kept quiet, and he kept his killing to the creatures of the forest (okay, and the stray raider, but really, that wasn’t so different than his life before). 

And then they came for him.

When you are returned to the cell, your cage is missing. It’s gone. There’s just an empty rectangle of dirt outlining where it used to live, like a flag. An abandoned roadside sign. No safe haven.  

The lackey, a Jim Morrison lookalike—if Jim Morrison had survived the apocalypse, shaved his head, and never skipped leg day—shoves you into the room with no kindness, watching as you stumble and catch yourself on the wall. The door clangs and clicks, chased by the clunky thump of the heavy bolt, and you look around in bewilderment. 

It’s empty. For now. 

They didn’t even leave your little fucked up mattress, so the only place to sit that isn’t the dirty, broken floor is his bed. And there’s no way in hell. You’re not fucking stupid. He’s superpowered and something of a man, but he’s still a territorial creature. 

Also. With the amount that he jerks off, you can only imagine the mattress has the qualities of a saturated sponge and would ooze if you put pressure on it. Unfortunately, this mental image doesn’t trigger your gag reflex but instead a horrible intrusive thought. 

You want to roll around on it. You want to kneel down on his mattress with your ass in the air and your face pressed in to suffocate yourself with his rich scent. It gnaws at your spine like a dog with a bone. 

Ouch. Too apt a metaphor. You retreat to the corner that formerly held your cage and sit with your back against the wall and knees drawn up, like you’re still trying to fit in its invisible confines. 

When the door opens again, you stop breathing. But it’s not the monster that enters. 

It’s the man. 

His only response to what Cheryl is saying is a nasty sneer; his lip curled enough to expose a much blunter canine than you’re used to seeing him sport. He knows you’re there, of course. But he doesn’t look at you; just scrubs a hand over his beard as the door shuts behind him.

You resume drawing shallow breaths, as if afraid to startle him with too sharp a sound. But the tension in his corded muscles tells you he’s already on edge, waiting. Waiting for you to do something. Anything. 

It’s the first real look at him you have, terrified as you were before. His nose twitches like he’s about to sneeze, and you realize with no small horror that the sticky slick is leaking from your core again. 

Your traitorous body doesn’t care that he’s terrifying most of the time. Because right now? Oh, right now… 

He’s still dripping from being hosed off, his dark hair slicked back and eyes shining under the sickening fluorescent lights. His body is solid— heavy. You think about how it’d feel pressing down on you, and another gush of fluid has your cheeks burning. 

He’s thick and veiny and covered in hair—and you haven’t even looked at his cock, yet. There’s a soft layer of fat over his abdomen, betraying the relative safety he lives in despite the constant danger. You kind of want to lick it, to trace your tongue up the path of hair to his chest.

You very carefully do not look at his cock, but as you’re taking in the breadth of his meaty thighs, he turns just so, and you get an eyeful of it anyway.

You’d like to get more than an eyeful.

Oh, Jesus. What the hell is wrong with you?

He sits down on his ass on the mattress and pulls the sad excuse for a pillow over his lap. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he grunts. “Not used to havin’ a stranger around.”

You stare. You hadn’t expected him to talk to you, given how well it went last time. Why aren’t you more afraid? Why aren’t you hyperventilating, crying, pissing yourself in terror? 

Somehow, you believed him last time. And you do now, when he repeats it. 

“Ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he says quietly. 

And all you can do is stare. Finally, you wrench your gaze away and stare down at the ground. He’s staring at the wall, both of you trying to give the other a sense of privacy that simply does not exist here. 

You know his eyes lingered for just a moment on your breasts, where the frigid air of the sublevel has your nipples hardened and pushing against the thin sports bra. He dragged his eyes away like it hurt not to look.

“Okay,” you say after it becomes clear he’s waiting for a response. 

“Alright,” he says, just as gruffly. 

The silence is humid, sliding sticky across your skin. You try not to look at the naked man across the room, but you can’t quite keep your eyes to yourself. “So… what are you?” you finally ask, wincing as you do. What a dumb fucking thing to ask.

“I’m an alpha,” he says, like it was a dumb fucking thing to have been asked. 

“Cool,” you say quietly. “That clears up absolutely nothing,” you mutter, forgetting that he can apparently hear you across the hall and through two steel doors, so the little room isn’t likely to be an issue.

He raises an eyebrow. “Whoever bit you didn’t tell you anything, huh?”

“Whoever bit me? ” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, which you think is a little rude, actually. “Yeah, you know. With teeth.” He pauses. “Wait. You’re from one of the test groups, ain’t’cha?”

“You mean the vaccine tests? Yeah.” 

“Nobody told you what it means? Any of it?” 

“I’ve heard people say alpha before,” you say defensively, even though you know you’re defenseless. “And I’m an omega, or whatever.”

“Yeah, that’s about right,” he said. He scratches his beard again and regards you. “Shit, so you really don’t know a damn thing, do ya?” 

You burn hot. “Guess not.” 

“Ain’t your fault,” he says with a lackadaisical wave of his hand. But he doesn’t offer any explanations, either. 

Great. Glad we had this talk. You keep your thoughts to yourself this time and clam up otherwise, resting your head where your arms are folded on your knees. The air is chilly where the slick is drying on your panties, and you shiver a little.

“You’re cold,” he says, his brows pinched together and disdain in his eyes.

“No shit,” you mutter.

He sighs. “Thought you’d run hot, too.”

“Thought you knew everything.”

He rolls his eyes and then heaves a weary sigh, as if your ignorance is a burden he must bear. “Fine. I’ll tell ya what I know. What do you want to know first?”

“How about your name?” You raise your eyebrow. 

His head jerks back a little, eyes widening by a few degrees, before relaxing almost imperceptibly. He takes a moment, an uncomfortably long moment, where his eyes narrow and one corner of his lips twists. Like it hurts him, somehow, to think about.

“It’s… Joel.” 

next chapter

[deluxewhump]

Carlo’s Letters: Absalom (unsent)

CW: self harm, disordered and restrictive eating

January 2020

I know you think anything that draws blood is girlish and pitiful.

So sometimes I play a game with a boxcutter that makes me feel less responsible for when the blade nicks me. Still, afterward, I see my palms and arms shallowly slit up as if with cat scratches and I think, this is pathetic. Self pity, you called it. The worst thing in the world.

That’s the worst thing in the world, I quote under my breath as I toss the metal handle up so it spins in the air and I catch it on the way down. When I catch it blade first, the pain of it jolts through me like a small electric shock. It fades quickly but it releases pressure, like a dental instrument cutting into an abscessed gum. When the blade doesn’t nip me, I have to say it again, your condemnation of my self-pity. That’s the worst thing in the world.

I do this on my new master’s back patio, a half circle of stone tiles with wicker furniture and Adirondack chairs that are covered in frost half the day since the sun doesn’t hit this spot in winter. We’re up in the hills and there is truly no one out here, just the far away line of trees like druids with beards of virginal snow, the calls of chickadees and the chatter of squirrels. I see deer all the time in the yard. I watched the babies get bigger and lose their white spots. I know when I can’t stand the cold anymore because my fingers will get stiff and whitish-purple and I’ll just drop the stupid boxcutter altogether. Then it’s time to go inside and the self-pity ritual ends.

To avoid the shame of the boxcutter, I can also choose not to eat during the day. I eat with Max at night usually, and I don’t want him to notice, so I keep doing that. But I don’t have to eat all day. It’s better this way, because I can keep doing it for longer. If I stopped altogether the ruse would be up pretty quickly. But one meal a day? That’s perfect. The first week or so I feel physical hunger, but that fades. I get a sense of sharpness that I like. It feels like I’ve taken a stimulant.

I get dizzy when I stand up fast, but I don’t black out. I still eat once a day, so it’s not that bad. And it makes eating way more pleasurable. Anything at all tastes incredible. My mouth waters from the smell alone. I notice textures as if I’ve never eaten them before. I swear I can feel my blood sugar rising, and when it plateaus later. I always leave some on my plate so Max doesn’t think I’m hungry, even if I want to finish it. Im not sure what he’d say, but I hate his disappointment. More than I hated yours. Sometimes I flirted with your disappointment just to get your eyes on me, to get you to look at me at all. His feels different.

I’m hungry when I go to bed at night even just a few hours later, but it doesn’t keep me awake. I’m in control of it. It keeps me company. Like a dog at my feet.

I’ll stop if I get too skinny again. I know you don’t think I will but I will. I don’t know if I ever fully realized this until the day I saw you on tv with your lawyers, coming out of a Baltimore courthouse as if it were a O&H shareholder meeting, but you’re not omniscient. We don’t have telepathy. You don’t know everything. It’s not about that anyway, it’s about feeling the way I need to feel so I don’t lose my mind. And I can’t cut my hands to ribbons, so I do this for a few months instead.

It thrills me that you can’t take my face in your hands and use your quietest, calmest voice to bully me, or force me, or even sweet-talk me into submission. Sometimes I think of the fact that you can’t even leave your cell without permission and I laugh out loud. You and your cabal of colleagues, workers, hired help, house-call doctors. It was all so tight under your rotten fucking thumb.

(Unsigned)

[annaberunoyume]

Wally's new powers (Naga!Wally Darling x GN! Reader)

MY VERY FIRST WELCOME HOME FANFIC! I hope you enjoy! 😁

Wally's new powers (Naga!Wally Darling x GN! Reader)

(Sequel: https://www.tumblr.com/annaberunoyume/714038926701101056/sleepy-tight-hugs-in-the-night-nagawally?source=share)

It had started small. In the Neighbourhood, Wally was his usual, cheery self. Only, this morning, his legs seemed more sluggish than usual. They seemed like they did not want to obey Wally and would rather stay in bed. And they felt rather warm. Wally still went about his day.

Later on, when Julie told a particularly good joke, Wally chuckled, but for some reason, he lisped. Almost like a hiss. Perhaps was it an abscess or a button on the tongue. Odd...Wally did not feel anything in his mouth.

In the late afternoon, when the sun was slowly beginning to fade, he was dreaming about his secret crush, Y/N. The mere thought of them made Wally drift into amorous thoughts and utterly forget Barnaby in front of him... His reveries were so powerful that rings of colours seems to filter through his eyes...

''Wally? Wally? What are....yooou...dooo...?''

''Huh, what is it, Barnaby? Barnaby?''

Wally looked, incredulous. Barnaby was still as a statue, arms sagged on each side of his torso and his mouth ajar. But that wasn't the surprise. The surprise was...those rings of green, dark green, purple, yellow and some shades of orange. Round and round like a carrousel. Wally began to feel afraid...

''Barnaby....Barnaby! Please, wake up!'', he waved his hand before him,

But the tall, chunky dog did not stir. Wally shook his shoulders, nothing. Wally even gently slapped his cheeks, nothing. Panic started to creep in. But then...His legs felt like over-cooked noodles. He collapsed. Panting, Wally looked down. Since he was wearing shorts (for the hot day), he could see, to his fright, his legs being slowly but steadily covered in the same coloured stripes he saw in Barnaby's eyes. And try as he might, he could not get up, it was as if his legs were lead. With colossal willpower and adrenaline, he managed to limp his way, towards Home...

(TIMESKIP)

Y/N was quietly reading a book when their (favourite colour) telephone rang. They picked up.

''Hello?''

''Oh, thank Henson! I need your help, dear!'', a barely composed, familiar voice, answered. Y/N smirked at how Wally was ever so polite, even in crisis.

''What's the matter, Wally?''

''It's...It's my legs! They hurt and I can't move them!'', they could hear Home creak, squeak and bang in alarm.

Y/N gasped, ''Say no more, I'm on my way! Hang on!'', they slammed the telephone and dashed like the wind towards Wally's Home...

(A LITTLE LATER)

Y/N knocked.

''Wally? (knock knock) Are you in here?'', for an answer, Home opened herself to Y/N. As soon as they were inside, they were shocked to see Home protectively craddling Wally in her goo. Said goo wrapped around his legs... They gently approach the curled up yellow puppet man and gently stroked his shoulder.

Wally looked up, in tears, ''What's the matter with me? They hurt so much...They're burning and stretching....Help me....'' he said miserably.

''Will you let me see it?''

He nodded. Home gently lifted a tad her gooey, dark veil...And to Y/N's stupor...Wally's legs were shortless, melted together, with stripes of many colours, like the legs of an unfortunate wax doll left in the sun. Wally's breath quivered and he sniffed.

''P-Please, Y/N...Make it stop...''

''I don't know how....But...It seems to be growing...into a tail...'', unsured of what to do, Y/N gently ran her left hand in Wally's thick, blue hair, shushing him. The tearful puppet man wrapped his right hand around Y/N's left cheek and sniffed, closing his eyes and nestling his nose into their neck...He tried to calm his breathing and found that it lessen the pain, the calmer he was.

Meanwhile, the legs kept gently growing like a thick vine, creaking and making an almost boiling sound...Getting longer...and longer...and longer...Its stripes glowed darker in its colours and neatly settled for bright, warm cozy hues....Wally breathed in and out...In...And out...In...And out...enjoying, despite himself, the sweet fragrant of Y/N.

''Ssssh...Breathe,Wally...Breathe...You're safe...I'm here...Sssh...''

'' (Breathy, calm sigh)''

Wally couldn't help but smile, despite his predicament. His crush was here and he had never been closer to them. He was so grateful to them for coming so quickly...And holding him and soothing him...He hummed and slowly opened his eyes...

''Hum, Wally?''

''Yes, dear?''

''Your...Your eeyes...'', Y/N felt their mind melting like ice-cream. They still managed to take their pocket mirror and open it for him. He gasped. In his eyes danced rings of many enthralling warm hues...Like a kaleidoscope. He touched his cheeks...How could he stop it? Wait...Was it these that froze Barnaby?

''How...What?...''

Y/N shook their head, awake again. Thankfully, somehow Wally's eyes returned to normal.

''I think I know what happened to you. By some magic, you turned into a naga.''

''Naga?''

''Half man, half snake. And it seems you can hypnotize, too. Good thing I had my mirror handy.''

Wally's mouth was ajar. So...he was stuck like this? And he would enchant his friends like this, forevermore? He suddenly realised what that entailed...He sighed, shuddering and burried his head into his arms, tail huddling close to his frame.

''I don't want to be a naga. What will I do, what will become of me?'', he sniffed.

''I wish I knew, Wally...'', but then, Y/N brightened a little, ''But, you know...I've always loved nagas.''

''You have?''

''Yes...And now that I look...'' they said, getting up and walking a few steps to admire it, ''These colours really suits you.''

Wally dried his eyes and began to smile. It did look pretty, like his painting palette. He lowered his hands on the floor and pushed himself up. Amazingly, his tail did not feel like lead and did not ache anymore. It was big, but agile. He was up, again! He experienced and was in wonder at how easily it moved to his liking. He even chuckled with a hiss.

''And besides, perhaps you can learn to control your eyes.''

Wally nodded, still focused on his tail, ''And I bet this tail gives the best hugs...'', his smile suddenly turned devious, ''Huh? What are you-'', started Y/N, but they were caught by coils and lifted in the air.

''Hahaha, gotcha!'', he said in a mock-evil voice, but then realised what he did, blushing.

''Ah-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to-''

''Ah, no, it's okay, your tail is in fact pretty comfy.'' reassured Y/N. They hummed and nuzzled it.

''Almost like plush.''

Wally gasped quietly, his cheeks now reddish-orange. They...they complimented him...And they hugged him...He felt...He felt...

''Wally?...You okay?''

Wally said nothing, but gently, gently lowered them to their eye level...He smiled shyly at them and gently tightened his tail around their body...Like a warm hug...

''Are you keeping me safe? Am I your treasure?'', cooed Y/N, understanding Wally's feelings immediatly.

''Yesss...'', his eyes half-closed dreamily, ''I wanted to confess it to you...'' , his yellow lips ghosted Y/N's...

''For ssso long...''

They finally shared a kiss. He stroked their cheeks tenderly and coiled around them even more...

Home had to contain a creak of fangirling...Then she purposely closed her eyes to let you two be...

THE END

GIF above found here: http://clipart-library.com/clipart/AcbrpXjgi.htm

[definitelynotshouting]

yeah have some uhhhhhh fuckin,, 4am angst from last night lmfao

tw: suicide and death mentions (canonical ending of 3rd life)

So he tries again. "Scar," he says, "I killed you."

Scar blinks. "I mean– yeah, I heard you the first time, but, uh... why is that a big deal, again?"

Grian stares up at him. Trembles. In the absence of the sheets and Scar's body, he is very, very cold. He's unsure how to take this icy pit at the core of him and shove it into Scar's hands, so he can look, so he can see the creeping abscess within.

"Scar–" he tries, then breaks off, chewing the inside of his cheek. "Scar, I– I thought– you really don't remember anything?"

Scar's smile is strained at the corners. "Nope, sorry. Believe me, I've tried, but–" he raps his knuckles against his forehead– "there's nothing up here in the ol' noggin that knows what you're talking about."

Grian falls silent, and Scar falls silent too, and between them that yawning chasm widens another perilous inch.

Grian takes in a deep, juddering breath. "I didn't remember anything either. From– from Hermitcraft."

A visible ripple of tension runs through Scar's body. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah." Grian's throat is dry. "None of us did. We didn't... I knew I knew you, and I knew we– that we'd played games together before, but... not like this one. Not so... permanent."

There. That's the word he's looking for, wrenched from his throat and held out in bloody palms like an offering. Permanence.

Copper floods his mouth; he's bitten through his own cheek, and Scar catches his wince. "You okay, G–?" he starts, but Grian just shakes his head, cuts him off.

"Scar, when I killed you, I thought it was permanent. I thought you–" he chokes on it, just a bit. Punches through the knot tying up his throat. "I thought you were gone forever."

Then, succinct: "I jumped."

[pokoinsides]

OH SHIT,the time to drop the second part of "pimply-teens-of-the-mansion(and one child)" headcanons of my Creepypasta AU has come,so open your mouths - I'm going to spoon-feed you with them.

⋆｡°✩₊ °✦ ‧ ༺ ˖˚⊹ ♱ ⊹˚˖༻ ‧ ✦°₊✩°｡⋆

(‼️TW: mentions of sexual harassment and trauma effects led by it‼️)

(⏱️⚔️,💻🛍️,🧸🖍️)

(⏱️⚔️)

1.Natalie is hypersexual due to her SA trauma.And she hates it: she hates those inappropriate thoughts,which pop up in her head and the fact,that Clockwork can't control them.The poor girl feels disgusting by the fact,that she thinks about intimacy all the time and gets turned on by the simplest things.

2.Actually,Clockwork does LIKE Toby,even in spite of his quirkiness in the way of paying attention to her.The girl would really wanted to get closer with the boy,but,due to her trauma,she sees him and other males in the mansion as the danger.

3. Instead of a real clock in her eye socket,Natalie wears a patch designed like a clock,which Jack has done to her.When a real clock had got inside there,abscess started,and Masky suggested to the clown fucker and the slendy fucker to take the object out of there (as they had to do,after all).To make the girl shut up about them being cruel and taking away her rights to be creative,LJ has found a solution (a shitty one,but still).

4.Clockwork has A LOT of different interests.Her most favourite ones are literature and medicine.She started getting interested in the second one because of the will to know the weakest places in human body and the ways to damage it,so it would be easier for her and her partners to complete the missions.And her interest in literature started after she found out about Jeff's catchphrase,+ Laughing Jack sponsored her with some books to get her busy with anything.Natalie wanted to make herself sound as intimidating as it was possible,and she found the books as the best way to enrich her vocabulary and find some examples (is it necessary to say,that she starts to stutter every time she's eye to eye with her victims?...)

5.Natalie prefers to show her fear of the men in the mansion through rudeness: more than being hurt again the poor child is only afraid of showing herself as a weakling,so she tries to attack everyone with her words and sometimes even with real violence.

(💻🛍️)

1.Nina is the only stylist in the whole mansion.She usually does hair and nails to other pastas,but sometimes the girl can also bring a little of clothes from her dead victims to them,if they order something "exotic".

2.Nina listens to many music genres,but her favourite ones are metalcore,hard rock and nu metal.Because of this she often gets in fights with Toby,who calls her a poser,and in the answer the girl scolds him,telling,that the boy's ears went numb from listening to diarrhea process all the time,so he isn't able to enjoy great music,but actually she never gets offended on him,just because of not taking serious at all.

3.The reason,why she has got along so nicely with Natalie,is that she has gone through the same amount of psychical and verbal abuse at school,as Clockwork during her lifetime.It's not like they have a lot of interests they share or they enjoy spending time together - the girls just try to find salvation in each others' companies,and that's all.

4.Actually,Nina doesn't have any crush on Jeff: sure,he has been her idol in the beginning of her dangerous journey,but the only thing she adores in him still is the fact of his rebellion against the society and his own abusers.To say more,she doesn't even like to be his partner during the missions because of his disgusting smell,even in spite of her respect to him as to a pasta...

5.If you ask Nina for a gum,she will give it to you in 99% in all the situations (1% is if you ask her corpse to do it,and then her spirit will try to share a gum with you).She carries a pack of gum everywhere, because of LJ,who has decided to solve her problem with chewing hair every time she gets nervous using this way (it didn't help at all,but Nina became a chewing vending machine,and it's cool,I guess).

(🧸🖍️)

1.The most delusional creature in the mansion.She doesn't even know,what kind of activities the pastas around do,and every time she comes to the reality and sees someone injured or covered with blood,the poor one gets extremely frightened.

2.During the episodes of "awakening" the only person she trusts and tries to find protection in is Masky,just because he's the most human-like and sensible in comparison to all the fuckers around.+ Masky often babysits her,if he's fronting in the mansion-like surrounding,when LJ is too tired to deal with Sally.

3.Sally's biggest interest is watching cartoons and their development through the years of the production.Since the girl's spirit is 50 something,she has already lived through a lot of eras and watched many cartoon series.Her favourite ones are SpongeBob,Invader Zim,Courage the Cowardly Dog and Scooby-Doo.Since the mansion is located in the middle of nowhere,Slenderman can't afford for his pastas the television,so the only solution to Sally is to be taken by proxies somewhere and hope,that they will break into someone's house,where there will be a nice TV box with a cartoon channel (I mean,Slendy has his own duties except looking after Sally,Laughing Jack is tired by constant babysitting of this little brat.Let the older children take care of the youngest one,so parents can rest).

4.Sally loves to be read fairytales,no matter in what reality her brain is.It soothes her,especially when L.Jack is the narrator, because,in spite of his voice being wheezing and low,it's a kinda comforting ASMR to anyone,and the girl is far from the exception.

5.There are a lot of Sally's drawings all over the mansion: on the broken fridge,on the shabby walls,on the holey doors and on the dirty floor.The child draws most of the time and almost everything she sees,like the bugs over the rotting corpse or even someone from the pastas (of course,Sally is not a professional artist,so it's silly to expect high results from her).Slenderman always gets annoyed by finding the drawings everywhere,but he never disallows her to do locate them in any place she likes.

That's all :D

[what-the-fuck-khr]

just opened my mouth to look at my tooth to see how swollen it is inside my mouth and uh. my fucking tongue. is… greenish…? so anyways yeah there’s definitely gotta be an infected tooth or abscess in there somewhere because I swear it wasn’t that colour fucking yesterday what the fuck

[stalker4stalker]

Every day is a surprise because sometimes youll wake up in a great mood and other days you'll wake up and immediately wish you never did (that day, or ever, depending on how bad it is.)

You can try to hide it but then you'll get angry. Frustrated. Why can't anyone see I'm on the verge of ending it? Do they not care? Do they want me to? I bet they want me to.

What if they do see? Will you feel ashamed? Defensive? Will you break down and cry and beg for them to not go, just stay, and just let me cling to you a bit longer? Will you lie? If they believe your lie, what does that say? Are you a good liar or are you not worth deeper concern? Back to being angry, I guess.

Don't you feel guilty for being angry? You know, not everyone's a mind reader. Is it worse if they know and don't care? Or if they just are oblivious?

And sometimes they ask you why you're feeling so bad but you don't know. Maybe you know. Is it something in your head? Did you stare at their shadow long enough for it to grow teeth and bite you? Are you using their likeness in your head to torture yourself with sick, involuntary fantasies where you lose everyone? How many people are you using as unknowing actors in your self-destructive fantasy? Do all of them matter? Do you? And is that your projection or reality?

Or maybe something innocuous. Is it worth telling? Do you sound crazy or mean or unreasonable if you say it out loud? Those words taste bitter in your mouth so maybe you should just swallow them. After all it's not something anyone normal would be hurt by. It's hard living when you have no skin. That's what it feels like. No skin, just exposed veins and muscles. Wind feels good to everyone else but to you it stings. Maybe that's why you always want to wear someone else's skin. It's safe and warm, and you'll never be lonely again.

Can you tell them that? Can you look at someone and ask if there's room for two beneath their skin? If they unzip their skin from throat to belly and let you step inside, is it out of pity? How long can you nestle in there? Are you a part of them or are you just an overgrown parasite? Parasites have brains and hearts so maybe you're more like an abscess or a teratoma. Don't people usually cut teratomas out?

It's scary to even think about but you try not to cry or shiver because the funny thing about living inside someone's skin is they'll feel your erratic breathing as you sob or the way your body quivers like you're about to have a seizure. How do you even broach that? "I know I just got here but please promise me I can live this way forever." But by speaking the very concept of being evicted from this new haven, you're giving it credence, so even if you were tactless enough to ask such a loaded question, it's too heavy for your tongue to lift.

Nobody else can unzip their skin like they can. Nobody else's skin would be so warm and inviting to live beneath, either. So maybe you just bite your tongue until it bleeds to keep yourself from crying.

Maybe they notice anyway and ask you why you're so afraid and you have two options here: confess or deflect. Do you confess to them that paradoxically, feeling this much comfort, finally being able to exist alongside someone, has frightened you into paralysis? That you feel as if you've broken and entered your way under their hypodermis? What if they altruistically blame themselves and peel your muscles from their own and toss you out to fend for yourself again? What if the very question is insulting to even ask? "Do you think im that kind of person," you might hear, and you can't figure out how to tell them no, you don't, but you're just so afraid.

You should probably deflect. It's safer. "I'm sick, I'm just tired, my head aches, I've been using again, my mother is unkind to me, the sun rose in the west today and not the east, my horoscope told me I'd have tremors today." Lie, lie, lie. Maybe they'll accept it or maybe they'll know but not pry. Do you want them to pry? What if they get angry?

It's the end of the day and the sun rises by the time you manage to exhaust yourself because whenever you rest your degloved cheek against their beating heart, you're terrified you'll wake up to silence, skinless and alone.

[halloweeneyes2018]

I can’t stand it here Those bright flowers are like festering wounds, skin split open from an accident or rage. That little garden, not even that immaculate garden can cheer me. Halfway houses are an abscess, they say with open eyes, closed mouths.

We all swallow cigarettes in a doorless wood shack wanting nothing and questioning everything we all eat their meat with no choices expecting nothing and restraining all questions

There is ceiling plaster in my eyes (more paint) and there are unhammered nails on my feet (more pain)

My roommate has seizures almost every night, hitting her head against a floor, convulsing, incoherent She’s staring eyes rolling backward

The nurses laugh They all do in places like this The caseworkers, the secretaries, the assistants - except for one.

When he’s here I do not see I do not speak And I do not hear directions, a word or a voice. just his like a bell, clear and untarnished. my nose burns you know, that burn, before you cry and can’t stop even if you tilt your head up to suck the tears back in but no, they say we’re spilling anyway gathering on my lashes rivers of salt

I assume he doesn’t care for me much. After I informed him (you’re the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen) I want to say that this hole’s a castle when he’s inside it. that his bluebell eyes are like glistening, glowing skies of heavens, celestial utopia reflecting, changing like the seasons (tranquil, fire, colorful, glacier) holding me captive.

no wings are sprouting in this cocoon.

I drink NyQuil twice a week and lose my mind, lose it quietly at night eyes are opal moons lowered to a floor as the floral walls swirl so they won’t notice I’m high

Only my roommate knows and she leaves, kicked out by the officials My next roommate knows too. She’s a speed addict, stuffs every number from every sleaze in her bra. We go away to smoke pot under the freeway I see our bland skyline I see our distant city, depressed while laughing

Later there’s a ribbon around my neck I failed and I drowned in the shower and the water flooded the floor I’m out the door now Vociferating rage into the air Doves cry on the ambulance I am saved

by Vivica Salem

[dramarnathandentalcare]

How to get rid of a gum boil?

A gum boil, also known as a tooth abscess, is a serious dental illness that can cause significant pain and concern. These painful swellings, which are frequently caused by gum or tooth infections, can be stressful for many people, making it difficult to eat, speak, and practise oral hygiene. Understanding how to properly treat a gum boil is critical not just for reducing pain, but also for avoiding complications that could lead to more serious dental issues. 

In this blog, we'll look at the causes of gum boils, effective home remedies, dental treatments, and preventative measures to help you regain your oral health and wellness.

What is a gum boil?

A gum boil, also known as a periodontal abscess, is an infection in the gum tissue that forms a pus-filled lump on the gums. It is typically caused by bacterial infections that are linked to poor oral hygiene, periodontal disease, or deep dental cavities. 

Causes of Gum Boil:

Poor oral hygiene

Periodontal Diseases

Dental cavities

Injury to the gums

Weakened Immune System

Impacted Food Particles

Failed Dental Work

Symptoms of Gum Boil:

Redness and swelling in the gums.

A noticeable lump or pimple on the gum.

The afflicted region is painful and sensitive.

Pus discharge from the bump.

Bad breath or a bad taste in your mouth.

How to get rid of a gum boil?

Dental Treatment for Gum Boil:

Drainage of Abscess

Deep Cleaning

Root Canal Therapy

Antibiotic therapy

Restorative treatments

Follow-up Care

Home Remedies to Get Rid of a Gum Boil

Salt Water Rinse

Hydrogen Peroxide Rinse

Cold Compress

Clove Oil

Preventive Measures for Gum Boil:

Maintain good oral hygiene

Regular Dental Checkups

Healthy Diet

Avoid Tobacco Products

Prompt Dental Treatment

Use Antiseptic Mouthwash

Conclusion:

Dealing with a gum boil can be challenging and stressful, but with prompt attention, the disease can be effectively controlled and treated. While home remedies can provide some relief, professional dental care is necessary for a full recovery and to address any underlying issues. By practising good dental care and taking preventive measures, you can avoid future gum boils and maintain a healthy, pain-free smile. 

For more information read the full blog here : https://www.dramarnathansdentalcare.com/how-to-get-rid-of-a-gum-boil

[moist-n-creamy]

Also want to add:

Mouth sore rinse that contains hydrogen peroxide!

If you already have some cavities or tooth decay, this can help clear away some of the bacteria that will try to build up in the nooks and crannies, helping prevent the development of abscesses. It’s also alcohol-free, so it’s a much more gentle antiseptic than say, Listerine.

It’s also soothing for situations like mine where my cracked wisdom tooth scrapes the inside of my cheek.

Okay listen I have another disability related thing that’s important!!

If you have any disabilities linked to tooth decay/erosion, through direct cause or secondary symptom, it is vital that you get one or both of the following items: Sensodyne toothpaste and enamel repair mouthwash

This includes health conditions such as acid reflux, diabetes, thyroid conditions, fibromyalgia, chronic pain & mental illnesses such as depression that create poor hygiene routines, sensory issue disorders like autism and ADHD, and any health condition that causes frequent vomiting / increased stomach acid, including eating disorders and migraines.

All of these disabilities will erode the enamel of your teeth, not only opening you up to cavities but making it very easy to chip your teeth from such simple things as biting the wrong way on the tines of a fork. (I’ve chipped my teeth at least 4 times this way).

The toothpaste on the left here (sensodyne pronamel) is gentle on your teeth, won’t cause painful sensations from any extreme mint flavor, and will even protect your gums if they’re sensitive from any of these conditions.

The mouthwash on the right (Crest enamel repair) will, as it says, repair your enamel — which is marvelous, because the technology to repair your enamel at all is relatively very new to society! — but it is most importantly non-alcoholic. Meaning that it works well as a once-a-day rinse without any of the burning sensations of antiseptics that typically discourage people with sensory issues from taking care of their teeth.

I know remembering to do these things every day can feel like a lot when you’re sick and exhausted, but I promise a collective three minutes out of every day is going to save you an incredible amount of pain and money in the future. If your teeth are susceptible enough to rot, you can actually die from infection. And as they say, with how little insurance actually covers dental —

Not brushing your teeth??

In THIS economy???

[adentalclinic]

Everything You Need to Know About Root Canal Treatment in Singapore

Root canal treatment is one of the most common dental procedures performed today. It is a procedure that helps save a tooth that is severely infected or damaged. If you're experiencing a toothache or sensitivity, you may need root canal treatment. This article will explore the importance of root canal treatment, how the process works, and why you should consider it if you're facing dental issues.

What is Root Canal Treatment?

Root canal treatment is a dental procedure designed to treat the inside of a tooth when it becomes infected or severely decayed. Inside every tooth is a soft tissue called pulp, which contains nerves, blood vessels, and connective tissue. If the pulp becomes damaged due to decay, trauma, or infection, it can lead to severe pain, swelling, and potentially more serious oral health problems.

During root canal treatment, a dentist or endodontist (a specialist in treating the pulp of teeth) removes the infected pulp from the inside of the tooth. The tooth is then cleaned, disinfected, and sealed. A crown or filling is typically placed on top to restore the tooth’s strength and functionality.

Root canal treatment is highly effective at saving teeth that might otherwise need to be extracted. It allows the tooth to be preserved for years, preventing further complications and maintaining your overall dental health.

Why Do You Need Root Canal Treatment?

There are several reasons why a tooth might require root canal treatment. Some common signs and symptoms include:

Persistent tooth pain: A severe and continuous toothache is often a sign of infection in the tooth pulp. This pain can be spontaneous or worse when you bite down.

Sensitivity to hot or cold: If your tooth is extremely sensitive to temperature, it could indicate a deeper issue within the tooth.

Swollen gums: If your gums around the affected tooth are swollen, tender, or discolored, it could signal an infection.

Abscess: An abscess (a pimple-like bump on the gums) can form when infection spreads from the tooth to the surrounding tissues.

Darkened tooth: A tooth that becomes darker than the surrounding teeth can be a sign that the pulp has died or become infected.

If left untreated, the infection can spread to other parts of the mouth and even to the bone, leading to tooth loss. That’s why timely root canal treatment is essential to preserving your tooth and preventing further complications.

How Does Root Canal Treatment Work?

Root canal treatment generally takes one to two visits to complete, depending on the complexity of the case. Here's a step-by-step guide to what happens during the procedure:

Initial Consultation and X-ray: Your dentist will first examine the affected tooth and may take an X-ray to check the extent of the damage or infection. This helps in planning the best course of treatment.

Anesthesia: Local anesthesia is administered to numb the affected area and ensure that the procedure is as comfortable as possible.

Accessing the Pulp: The dentist will make a small opening in the top of the tooth to access the infected pulp. The infected tissue is then carefully removed.

Cleaning and Disinfection: After the pulp is removed, the inside of the tooth is cleaned and disinfected to remove any remaining bacteria. This step is crucial to prevent further infection.

Sealing the Tooth: Once the tooth is clean, it is sealed with a rubber-like material called gutta-percha. This seals the tooth and prevents further bacterial infection.

Placing a Crown: After the tooth has healed, a permanent crown is usually placed on top to restore its appearance, strength, and functionality.

Benefits of Root Canal Treatment

Preservation of Natural Teeth: One of the most significant benefits of root canal treatment is that it allows you to keep your natural tooth. This helps maintain your bite, chewing function, and smile aesthetics.

Pain Relief: Although the idea of a root canal may sound painful, the procedure itself is designed to alleviate the pain caused by infection. In fact, most patients experience relief from their toothache shortly after the treatment.

Long-Term Solution: Root canal treatments are highly effective and have a high success rate. When properly treated, a tooth that has undergone root canal therapy can last for many years.

Prevention of Further Infection: By removing the infected pulp and sealing the tooth, root canal treatment prevents the infection from spreading to other parts of the mouth or jawbone.

Restoration of Normal Function: After the procedure, the treated tooth should function just like any other tooth. You’ll be able to chew and speak comfortably again.

Why Choose Root Canal Treatment in Singapore?

Singapore has a well-established healthcare system, and dental care is no exception. Root canal treatments in Singapore are performed by highly skilled and experienced dentists who use the latest technology and techniques to ensure the best results. Whether you're looking for a simple procedure or need more complex treatment, Singapore's dental clinics provide exceptional care.

Why Choose A Dental Clinic for Root Canal Treatment?

At A Dental Clinic, we understand the importance of saving your natural teeth, and we are committed to providing the highest quality root canal treatments. Our experienced team uses advanced technology and precise techniques to ensure that you receive the best possible care.

We offer a comprehensive range of dental services, from preventive care to complex procedures like root canal therapy. Our Medisave-accredited clinic also accepts selected procedures under Singapore’s health financing program, ensuring affordability for our patients.

If you’re experiencing tooth pain or suspect that you may need a root canal, don’t wait until the problem worsens. Schedule a consultation with A Dental Clinic today, and let us help you preserve your smile and dental health for years to come.

A Dental Clinic is dedicated to providing excellent care and effective solutions for all your dental needs, offering you the opportunity to maintain a healthy and beautiful smile.

[draishwarya-dental]

Should You Pop a Gum Abscess or Seek Professional Help?

If you wake up one day with a painful, swollen bump on your gums, you may wonder what it is.

A gum abscess is a pocket of pus caused by a bacterial infection. It can be instigated by bad breath and poor dental hygiene, as well as gum diseases or even injuries.

Although an individual can feel discomfort, they should seek experienced professional help. 

A gum abscess is a localized infection in the gums that can cause severe issues when not treated at the right time.

In this discussion below, we will be discussing the reason why gum abscesses occur, why they happen, and the complications you can get at homecare.

Above all, we assist you in identifying the right time and a suitable reason for consulting a professional to solve the problem permanently. 

Gum Abscess: How Does it Cause?

A Gum Abscess is a painful collection of pus caused by an infection.

The body reacts to produce pus that is made out of bacteria, white blood cells, and dead blood cells.

The common signs of gum abscesses are one or more lumps of swollen gums that tend to be painful. Here are some of the common causes of gum abscesses:

Poor Dental Hygiene: Failure to brush or floss lets plaque and bacteria build up next to the gum line. 

Gum Disease: Periodontitis is a form of dental disease that can make the gum tissue weak and a space formed can breed ground for bacteria.

Dental Trauma: Another factor that may cause gum infection may include any kind of injury to the gum. For example, cuts or tears caused by foods stuck under the gumline. 

Once you can find the Gum Abscess what is the first move one should make?

Should You Pop Gum Abscess or Seek Professional Help?

No, you should never pop the gum abscess once you find it inside your mouth.

Try to manage it with some home remedies or get in touch with the best dental doctor in Patna.

Here are some of the reasons why you should avoid popping Gum Abscess. 

1. Risk of Infection Spread

Since the gum abscess contains pus and is caused by bacterial infection, when not cleaned properly, it may cause infection.

Popping the abscess may increase the chances of infection spreading. 

2. Damage to Surrounding Tissue

Popping out gum abscess may affect the surrounding tissue as well. Well.

Not removing the bacteria can lead to the infection penetrating the gum tissue.

It may affect the jawbone, periodontal ligaments, and surrounding soft tissues.

3.  Periodontal Ligament Damage

Periodontal ligaments may be described as connective tissue that holds teeth in position within the design sockets of the bones.

The infection from the gum abscess may lead to damage or loss of these ligaments leading to a decreased ability to hold teeth tightly.

This may lead to gum displacement or shifting in the teeth leading to loose teeth and unstable gums. 

These are some of the complications you can get with popping the Gum Abscess.

Well, if you are trying to manage it at home there are some home remedies which you can follow.

Managing a Gum Abscess at Home Alone

Well, it’s suggested to seek professional help for Gum Abscess. If you manage your gum abscess at home without any dental intervention it can be highly uncomfortable.

Plus, it can be really painful, therefore, you can continue with some of the home remedies. These include:

1. Saltwater Rinse - Doing saltwater rinse can help reduce pain and swelling leading to temporary relaxation.

However, this is not a permanent solution but it surely cleans the abscessed area.

2. Cold Compress - You can apply a cold compress with a cloth-wrapped ice pack to the affected side of the face.

Apply it for 15 minutes, it can help numb the area and reduce swelling.

3. Oral Gels - Applying oral gels containing benzocaine to the affected area leads to the sensation of numbness in the area which lessens the pain. 

4. Clove Oil - Clove oil contains eugenol which acts as an anesthetic and antibacterial agent and also has anti-inflammatory properties which help soothe swollen gums and promote healing.

Although these factors can help in calming down the pain; It’s better to consult an experienced professional once you get a Gum Abscess as they are a medical issue that can lead to other complications. 

Why Seek Professional Help for Gum Abscess?

It is best to consult a professional when you have a gum abscess because it is a severe problem that regards dentistry and causes dangerous consequences.

Here’s why professional care is necessary:

1. Proper Diagnosis: A dentist diagnoses the cause of the abscess which may range from bacterial infection, gum diseases, and other dental problems such as a dead tooth.

Misdiagnosis and self-diagnosis may lead to poor results and cause severe injury. 

2. Drainage of the Abscess: You may get a gum abscess that has pus in it due to an infection.

A professional can safely remove the buildup and alleviate the discomfort to stop the situation from worsening and affecting the jaw and bloodstream or spreading to other areas of the body. 

3. Infection Control: A professional dentist can do Orthodontic treatment by using antibiotics to clear the bacterial infection.

In cases of chronic pain, taking over-the-counter medications does not cure the problem as the disease progresses. 

They can also help you with perfect teeth alignment and remove all the discomfort caused by gum abscesses.

Now when it comes to consulting a professional you need to visit a top-notch Cosmetic Dentistry in Patna. 

Best Dentist in Patna - Dr. Aishwarya Roy

While looking for the best dental surgeon in Patna, you must consider some factors.

It’s important to look for Qualifications and Experience, reputation and reviews, technologies, and state-of-the-art treatment facilities.

In Patna, surpassing all the above-mentioned factors, Dr. Aishwarya provides outstanding treatment at a cost-effective price. Whether it is RCT, scaling, or teeth cleaning in Patna the charges are affordable and won't be hard on your pocket.

She is one of the renowned names in the field of dentistry and is of exceptional excellence.

This dental expert has provided outstanding dental health treatments in Patna with the expertise of over 10 years. 

Conclusion 

You should not pop the abscess as it can cause numerous complications. In this blog, we have discussed some of them.

Home remedies can help to get rid of this dental issue but, in severe conditions try to consult a top-quality dental health center.

Dr. Aishwarya’s Multispecilaity Dental Clinic is one of the best dental clinics in Patna for complex and severe cases.

By boasting state-of-the-art facilities and the latest technology at her clinic Dr. Aishwarya ensures a patient gets precise diagnoses and required treatment. 

Being the best dentist in Patna, she adopts a comprehensive approach by combining preventive measures, restorative procedures, and cosmetic treatments to derive the best results.

All in all, if you are looking for the best dental surgeon in Patna, indeed Dr. Aishwarya is worth considering. 

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Knowing When to Seek Emergency Dental Care in Atlanta

Chipped or damaged teeth? Gum bleeding? Severe pain in the teeth?

Most of us have faced these dental issues at some point. However, not everyone can tell the difference between a minor dental concern and a true emergency, and it’s easy to understand why.

First, the same problem may cause different symptoms in different people. For example, a chipped tooth may cause no pain for one person but severe pain for another.

Also, it is quite challenging to determine the severity without professional examination. A small chip might seem minor, but it could lead to infection if left untreated. Many people also have misconceptions about tooth pain or damage, preventing them from seeking dental care.

Sure, not every dental condition calls for emergency care. However, knowing when to seek emergency dental care can save your smile and prevent unnecessary pain.

Here we will learn when to go for emergency dental care in Atlanta and beyond.

If Your Teeth is Knocked Out:

You can lose your tooth entirely following a sports injury or a fall.

In this case, make sure to preserve your tooth within 30 to 60 minutes of the injury. It can save your tooth and keep it fit to be planted back into the socket, minimizing the chances of getting a dental implant or other replacement options.

However, avoid touching it near the root. Instead, hold it from the crown (the portion of your tooth that chews your food). Clean the tooth with water, but don’t use soap or anything to wrap it in. Keep the tooth back in the socket and hold it in place with your mouth to keep it moist. If you are not able to put it back in the mouth, place it in milk.

Following such steps will increase the possibility of replanting your knocked-out teeth in your mouth. You can also keep tooth preservation kits in your car or at home to deal with unforeseen events.

Unexplained, Severe Tooth Pain:

Of course, having tooth pain is quite normal. But that’s not the case with intolerable tooth pain, especially if it is preventing you from falling asleep and disturbing your routine life. Even worse, you may experience swelling and a bad taste in your mouth. This may lead to fever as well.

This kind of toothache is caused by either infection or injury of the nerve-filled pulp inside the teeth. Some common causes of toothache are decay, gum infection, an abscess, broken tooth, and tooth grinding.

Needless to say, you should reach out to emergency dental care in Atlanta or elsewhere to get this teeth condition treated.

Bleeding or Swelling of the Gums:

If you are new to flossing, your gums may bleed temporarily until they adjust. But if you can’t tell why your gums are bleeding, it may not be a normal dental condition. Seek emergency dental care if the bleeding occurs without an obvious cause, especially if the bleeding is coupled with swelling or pain. Don’t overlook these symptoms. Timely dental attention can lower further complications.

If Your Filling is Lost:

Fillings don’t last forever, and if one falls out, it can cause pain. You should rush to your emergency dentist as soon as possible.

Depending on the situation, your dentist can replace the filling, but if the cavity is deep, a root canal or crown may be needed. Delaying treatment can lead to further decay and even tooth loss. Additionally, teeth that get injured might become discolored, but there are whitening treatments to restore their appearance.

Getting timely care can help prevent complications and keep your teeth healthy.

Exposed Nerves:

An exposed dental nerve happens when the protective layers of enamel and dentin covering the tooth’s nerve are damaged, leaving the nerve open. This can cause intense pain and sensitivity to things like hot, cold, sweet, or acidic foods and drinks.

An exposed nerve can lead to severe pain. This condition demands emergency attention from your dentist. Otherwise, the pain may worsen, and the problem can be more serious. Seeing your emergency dentist right away can help prevent further nerve damage and infection.

Damaged Dental Crown:

If a dental crown cracks or falls out, the tooth underneath is at risk of infection and additional damage. The longer you wait to see a dentist, the greater the chance of complications. Timely dental care can help prevent further issues, such as the need for a root canal or even a tooth extraction.

Getting to the dentist quickly can protect the tooth and avoid more extensive treatments.

It’s important to address any crown damage right away to maintain your oral health and prevent more serious dental problems from developing.

Tooth Abscess:

A tooth abscess is a pocket of pus that forms around the root of an infected tooth. If not treated, the infection can spread to other areas of your body. Treatment is necessary to prevent this.

Your emergency dentist may prescribe antibiotics, perform a root canal, or remove the tooth. In some cases, the abscess may need to be drained surgically before any other treatments can be done.

Facing Dental Emergency? We Can Help with Quick Relief and Recovery

If you are facing a dental emergency, then every minute counts when it comes to saving your precious smile. With our emergency dental care in Atlanta, we aim to help you overcome pain quickly and back to oral health as soon as possible. We also make sure that you are given a friendly environment where you can feel comfortable.

Schedule your appointment now!

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The Importance of Root Canal Treatment at Shreeji Dental Care Centre, Mira Road

When faced with persistent tooth pain or infections, a root canal treatment can be the most effective way to save your natural tooth. At Shreeji Dental Care Centre, patients can expect top-notch care from experienced dental professionals who specialize in root canal procedures. Located in Mira Road, the clinic offers personalized treatment plans tailored to meet your dental health needs.

What is Root Canal Treatment?

Root Canal Treatment (RCT) is a procedure aimed at removing infected or damaged pulp from the inside of a tooth. This treatment is necessary to preserve the structure of a tooth and eliminate the pain caused by severe decay or injury. By addressing the infection, RCT prevents further complications like abscesses or tooth loss.

Why Choose Shreeji Dental Care for Root Canal Treatment in Mira Road?

Experienced Specialists: The clinic is known for its team of skilled dentists, led by Dr. Deepkriti Gupta, who ensure precision and care during the procedure.

Advanced Technology: The use of cutting-edge equipment, such as digital X-rays and rotary endodontics, ensures minimal discomfort and maximum efficiency.

Pain-Free Experience: Shreeji Dental focuses on patient comfort, offering pain management options for a stress-free experience.

Affordable Treatment Plans: The clinic provides transparent pricing, making it a top choice for those searching for affordable root canal treatment costs in Mira Road.

Benefits of Root Canal Treatment

Pain Relief: An RCT eliminates the source of toothache and discomfort.

Preservation of Natural Teeth: The procedure ensures you retain your natural tooth, which is essential for proper chewing and jaw function.

Improved Oral Health: Treating infections promptly prevents the spread of bacteria to other parts of your mouth or body.

Cost-Effective: Compared to tooth extraction and implants, an RCT is often a more affordable and less invasive solution.

How the Root Canal Process Works

Initial Examination: During the first visit, the dentist conducts a thorough examination, often supported by X-rays, to assess the extent of damage.

Cleaning and Disinfection: The infected pulp is removed, and the root canals are cleaned and disinfected.

Filling and Sealing: After cleaning, the root canals are filled and sealed to prevent future infections.

Crowning: A crown may be placed over the treated tooth for added protection and functionality.

Affordable Root Canal Cost in Mira Road

At Shreeji Dental, you don’t have to worry about exorbitant costs. The clinic ensures affordable pricing without compromising on the quality of care. This makes it one of the best choices for those looking for a root canal specialist in Mira Road.

Book Your Appointment Today!

If you are dealing with tooth pain or need expert advice, Shreeji Dental Care Centre is here to help. Schedule your consultation today and experience why it’s recognized as a trusted name in best root canal treatment in Mira Road.