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[rmilo-arts]

The Best Boy✨

[rottenluna]

ppl be like: “omg yes time to put my comfort movie on!”

the comfort movie in question:

(It’s me, I’m ppl 🫀)

[ruxree]

Artfight attack on @chocodile and @kwillow !! I love your characters so much!

[upennmanuscripts]

LJS 463 is a collection of astrological and medical texts, written in Germany in 1443. The illustrations are vibrant, and they include these four illustrations in the medical section of the text: Bloodletting on f. 52r, bathing on f. 59r, a doctor examining a vial of liquid (probably urine) on f. 69v, and the Zodiac Man on f. 54v. The Zodiac Man illustrates where various signs of the zodiac affect the human body - a common belief from the ancient Greeks through the Middle Ages.

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[hazeldonuts]

Perfect video for a peaceful commute to work

[frownyalfred]

Bruce as the least murderous but also very ultraviolent mando is great. He has so many children. He loves them all. I think he should be given the darksaber and tell no one but people find him arranging groups to be the most happy and efficient together and get sus

Bruce has the darksaber (dha’kad’au) in my Mandalorian fic actually! @soupysoot drew incredible, incredible art of it here.

[drafthearse]

Engraved lancet cases.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Right, hear me out:

For historical stuff, bloodletting. Whumpee is already unwell, and now they’re all lightheaded and dizzy from being bled by a doctor.

SO CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED! :( medical whump are just ✨superior✨ — wish I thought about this sooner, but thank you for bringing it to my attention 😌. especially because you can still apply it in the modern setting for your writing!

maybe whumper has a thing for old medical methods.

maybe whumper want to experiment it on whumpee.

or maybe the situation calls for the method to be used on whumpee in order to save or to heal them.

the possibilities are endless. added to my personal list of whump prompts for my writing about my blorbos!

for those who are unfamiliar with the terms; bloodletting, or therapeutic phlebotomy, is, quote, ❝the withdrawal of blood from a patient to prevent or cure illness and disease. bloodletting, whether by a physician or by leeches, was based on an ancient system of medicine in which blood and other bodily fluids were regarded as 'humours' that had to remain in proper balance to maintain health,❞. (source.)

[femmefaggot]

worlds fastest shardblade user dies of a heart attack

[cuties-in-codices]

bloodletting points on a horse

in the "livro de la menscalcia de le cavalli", italy (apulia), c. 1460-70

source: London, British Library, Additional 15097, fol. 1v

[rottenluna]

the red means I love you 🫀

[xlucy-in-the-skyx]

Incredible work by @dafna-winchester! It's so exciting to see this moment from Chapter 12 of my Baldur's Gate 3 fic brought to life. So totally over the moon with how it came out. Read the scene depicted here below, or check out Bloodletting on Ao3!!!

“What are you doing?” She asks, taking a step back. He moves with her and puts his other hand on top of hers. Astarion doesn’t want her to put any distance between them. “Apologizing . . .” Astarion mutters and tilts his head towards hers. He can see the moment she decides to try and slap him again, her jaw tensing and her lips pulling back in a snarl. Astarion catches her wrist before Siobhan’s hand makes contact. He pushes her back against the cavern wall. “Get off of me.” Her eyes are a little wild with fear as she struggles against him. Astarion resents her for it.  “Do not hit me again.” Astarion tightens his grip on her just to prove that he can. She thrashes underneath his weight, yanking this way and that to try and escape. He pushes his body against hers and pins her hands to the stone. “Siobhan . . .” he warns.  She stills. Astarion can feel her heart thundering in her chest. “You just tried to kiss me.” Her voice is shaky. "Did I?” Astarion hums. “What about any of this makes you think that I want to—that this would be the way to—” Astarion cuts her off before she can get too far down that line of thinking. He doesn’t need another mark against him, perceived or otherwise.  “Are you really unhappy with me just because I teased you about Gale and at the tower?” Astarion asks. “Because if you are, striking me hardly seems fair.”  “I— no, it’s not just that.” The statement ends with an exasperated whine. “All right, what then?” Siobhan shakes her head helplessly, blinking away more tears, and shrugs, struggling to compose herself.  “You’re furious with me, and you don’t know why?” Astarion frowns. She shrugs again, refusing to meet his gaze. Astarion sighs, rests his forehead against hers, and closes his eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion. “I don’t know what you want from me.” She turns her head away, but Astarion doesn’t shift to accommodate her, his forehead coming to rest on her temple instead. She’s unwittingly put her throat, the unblemished side,  on display with the move. Astarion swallows. He feels hungry. He knows he shouldn’t. Astarion had more than his fill last night. Nevertheless, he aches with that familiar emptiness. The vein in her throat jumps invitingly under her skin. It would be so easy to just lean forward  and-- “Astarion.” Gale’s voice is stern, clipped. Siobhan stiffens against him, wrists flexing beneath his palms. Astarion’s lips curl up in a sneer, still a breath away from her throat, but his voice is cheery. “Gale! My, my. You certainly know when to show up where you’re least wanted,” Astarion drawls. “I’ll only ask you once. Step away. Now. I don't think Siobhan wishes to remain in your company.” The air crackles with electricity, and Astarion rips his eyes away from her throat to look at the wizard in his periphery. His eyes are flashing blue, lighting arcing between his fingers, his hands rigid at his sides.  “Is that so? Well, lucky for us, we don’t have to guess, do we?” Astarion fixes him with a cold smile. Gale’s nostrils flare, lighting sparking with increasing ferocity.  “Siobhan,” he croons in her ear, eyes still fixed on Gale, “darling. It seems Gale is uncomfortable with our proximity. What would you like me to do? Perhaps you prefer his company to mine?” 

[gloryofnegativity]

Bloodbath

my artwork, my blood

[2othcentury]

Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting (I.R.S., 1990)

[frownyalfred]

I've been rereading bloodletting and i gotta say that while i occasionally enjoy a good Brucie Wayne story, it just hits different when Bruce is allowed to be his hyper competent as fuck self

Thank you! I agree. If anything, I think the Bruce in that fic has too much power and competency. So everyone is very lucky he’s as good and devoted as he is. His weaknesses are his children and wanting what is best for his people. Can’t fault him there.

God I love writing Mand’alor Bruce. I need to get back to that fic, thank you for the reminder.

I just got tired of people on here and on ao3 telling me he was so OOC — like yeah, it’s a crossover/fusion fic, of course he’s gonna be different.

[tenderlydeadhaze]

Am very late to Goretober23 but I will crank out more b4 October ends 🎃❤️