#causes of menstration pain

[mochinomnoms]

Thinking about the period stuff now and just thinking that the boys who would be total champs should Reader/Yuu be on would be;

Jamil - He's not only seen it all with his own sister, but has probably had to help Kalim's sisters at some point or another too. He's dealt with the worst cramps and flows to the "I didn't even notice I was on" girlies.

Ortho - Baby boys a walking Medwiki, has probably known your cycle before your first conversation with him. Would be more fascinated than grossed out by period stuff than most boys in the school.

Rook - Like Ortho, probably knows when you're on before you even realised you were and has a box of your preferred method of dealing with it in hand by the bathroom stall at the ready. Don't ask why he's in the toilet with you or how he knew what size pussy you wear, just be glad that in an all boys school, you have at least one (1!) friend willing to carry spare tampons/towls/mooncups/whatever for you.

Cater - Poor guys got 4 sisters and has been an unwilling student in all the "joys" of menstration. He'll look out for his favourite underclassman and bask in the praise of being such a reliable senpai/big brother type. But if his sisters are nuts normally, he's gonna have to work through some instense war flashbacks before he's any good to you.

Kalim - Most likely has a lot of sisters who are at the age where their dealing with this stuff, does his best bless him to take care of them but c'mon, it's Kalim. As soon as he tries people are calling for Jamil instead. That plus the sheer mythic level of cat fighting should any of his 30+ siblings syncronize means that like Cater, might be too scared to approach you at first but he makes it on this list for sheer effort and desire to help.

Of the human students, these all make a lot of sense! I def think the idea that Ortho already knew about your cycle before even knowing your name is super funny.

Little man's got a storage unit in him that has those stickable heating pads, pads/tampons, and pain medicine. One day, at a time that you know of Ortho, but never really spoken to him, he floats up to you. You're looking at him all confused before he opens up a compartment, takes out the above-mentioned supplies, and just hands them to you. He chirps about you needing them and lets you know that he's always well-equipped if you need anything else!

You're standing there with Ace and Deuce, confused. Your period doesn't start for another week, why did he—how does he even know your cycle? (That night, you notice that you started early).

And Rook? Fucking freak of nature he is. Why does he know your exact brand and period product preferences? Cause the man, similar to Ortho, is walking up to you one day, prattling on in poetic fashion about the beauties of human biology and reproduction (fucking weirdass). He hands you a small bag with your items, all the exact ones you get from Sam, down to the exact flow size. He tells you that you should consider heading to the bathroom now. Walking off, you freeze as you feel yourself get wet. You rush to the bathroom, finding that you started your period right at that moment.

Ortho is excusable, he's a robot. Rook's on thin fucking ice and is now required to stay 6 feet away from you at all times. If he wants to give you something, he can have Epel deliver it. He wins your favor back by buying you snacks, and you let him near you again. Just stop reciting poetry about the menstrual cycle, Rook I beg—

[mybiasisexo]

Entangled - Part 8

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Chapter Warnings: Language   Word Count: 5k Author Notes: okay, I feel like this is lowkey a filler chapter 😭. but I like it so idk lmao. so much has happened since I last updated. I quit my old job, got a new one (that's kicking my ass. pray for me) had my bday and saw Beyonce 3 times!! but yeah as always sorry for the delay, hope you like the chapter and feel free to lmk what you thought!!! I loooove feedback and y'alls commentary!!! makes my damn day!! have fuuuuuun~!

You come to the following morning from what is possibly the best sleep you’ve gotten in years. A yawn escapes you as you stretch your tender body.

The action has you aware of something not moving around you, and you glance down to see a heavy arm thrown over your waist. As if the owner of the limb can sense your attention, it constricts, pulling you closer to a heat behind you.

Startled, you tense up, not even daring to breathe as you carefully roll onto your back and then turn your head the rest of the way until you’re knocking your nose gently against Chanyeol’s.

He’s in a deep slumber. Gentle snores leave his slightly parted lips, and his features are relaxed. He looks so peaceful, so serene, so…content. It melts your heart. You can’t help but stare at him, noticing the way his silky tawny hair falls across his pillow and the stubble poking out of his chin that grew in from the night before.

The night before….

Your eyes widen at the reminder and you’re sitting straight up, causing Chanyeol’s arm to fall limply on your lap.

Oh, you’ve really done it now.

Chanyeol stirs, and you think you’ve woken him, but he just rolls onto his other side, revealing his naked back to you.

Harsh rows of red raised skin catch your attention–the proof of how good a lover he is. Even though you know to some men, Chanyeol included, the scratches are a badge of honor, you only feel remorse from causing him pain.

His lack of clothing has you aware of your current state of undress and you quickly pull the thin sheet over your chest. It’s a silly action. Chanyeol’s sleeping, but even if he was awake, he’s seen your breasts plenty of times, had them in his goddamn mouth last night for christ’s sake.

Still, you must at least try to preserve some dignity.

You dare another glance at the man beside you, as if he’s a figment of your imagination that will vanish once you’re in your right mind. He doesn’t go away, so you must be really out of it.

Groaning, you drop your head, hitting your forehead repeatedly with the palm of your hand.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Fucking your ex fiance was the last thing you had planned to do on this trip. Getting closure? Sure. Making peace? The least you could have done. Now? Things have become even more complicated. Which is pretty impressive given everything that has transpired over the last couple days. And Yerim…. God, Yerim. She hasn’t even been gone twenty-four hours and you’ve already jumped her man’s bones. Sure, he was yours first, but it’s the principle of the thing.

Shit, maybe you are the problem.

As if you aren’t already about to dive in a pool of panic, a memory from the night before decides to reveal itself. The knowledge has you gasping, staring unseeingly ahead of you in terror.

Did you tell Chanyeol you loved him?

Oh, god. Oh, fuck.

Yeah, you gotta get out of here.

Feeling nauseous, you stumble out of the bed, crumbling to the ground the minute you put weight on your legs. Your bambi legs are a byproduct of Chanyeol’s pleasurable menstrations, having you literally weak in the knees. You shake your head and push through the slight throbbing of your core, standing carefully on shaky legs. Chanyeol chooses this moment to toss back around so that he’s facing you again. The arm that was around you earlier flops forward to reclaim its position, but lands on egyptian cotton instead. His eyebrows scrunch together as his hand idly runs over the empty space–searching for you. Feeling bad, you pull down a pillow. His fingers find it and yank it towards him, curling into it like a toddler with his favorite teddy bear. Your name leaves his mouth in a content breath, and all the turmoil in you dissipates for a moment. Maybe you’re overreacting? Yerim won’t be too mad, right? And Chanyeol still wants you, right? Last night meant something to him?

Did it mean something to you?

You can’t even think about that right now. Truth is you have no idea where you stand, and are even more confused than before the wedding. You’ve blurred the lines and anything can mean anything.

What you do know is that you need to leave, and you need to do it before Chanyeol wakes up. You can’t face him right now, not before you understand your emotions and actions.

“Focus,” you order yourself. You scan the floor that is now a mess of discarded garments, and a shimmer of gold catches your eye. You snatch it up, only to find it’s Chanyeol’s tie. You stare at it, remembering the way he demanded you to undress him, and drop it like it shocked you, shivering from the memory. That is definitely not what you’re looking for. 

There. A little further you find your dress and underwear. You slide them on quickly, not bothering to zip up your dress. You’re only going a few doors down, so you only hold it against your chest.

Despite telling yourself to focus, you can’t stop thinking about your confession. Obviously it was the lust speaking, the nostalgia. Yeah, that’s all that was.

Chanyeol never said it back.

The epiphany straightens your back, and you startle as you lock eyes with yourself in the floor length mirror directly in front of you. The woman before you is tragic, her hair poofy and stiff, eyes rimmed black, face puffy and nose still red from crying. You look like the clown you are.

You shudder, truly haunted, and head out. You pause by the door to slip into your shoes and grab your purse. Your heels have a buckle, but you can’t risk wasting any more time, so you don’t bother securing them. 

You open the door and a choir of angels begin to sing.

Their joyous voices die with a record scratch at the sight of Byun Baekhyun standing on the opposite end, fist up as though he’s about to knock.

You can’t catch a break.

He takes you in, visibly shocked. He says your name in a dramatic loaded question and you wince at his volume, bouncing off the walls. Damn, this is not good.

“What are you doing here?” He asks accusingly.

You quickly peek over your shoulder, checking to see if your new visitor is loud enough to wake Chanyeol. He doesn’t stir, and you can’t fight the pride that blooms in you. You wore that man out!

Shaking the emotion off, you turn back to Mr. Loud Mouth in front of you.

“Hush,” you hiss, shoving him back with the arm not currently holding both your dress, and what little you have left of your sanity, together. You make sure the door closes with a gentle ‘click’ before grabbing Baekhyun’s arm, dragging him the couple doors down to your suite. He yelps and asks where you’re ‘kidnapping’ him. It’s easy to ignore his helpless cries with the obnoxious sound of your heels slapping against your feet. 

Once in front of your door, you dig through your purse for your key, forgetting you didn’t secure your dress. The top half flutters down, titties basking in the breeze.

You freeze, eyes closing tightly as you bite your bottom lip so hard you think you’re going to bite it off. Your only saving grace is that Baekhyun is behind you, obscuring his view of your private bits.

You hear him huff in annoyance before he’s brushing your hair out of the way, gathering your dress, zipping it up as far as it can go with your arms not in the sleeves.

“Thank you,” you whisper, face burning in shame. Dejectedly, you find the key and get you both in. You kick your clacky shoes off, not wanting to draw unwanted attention, and lead Baekhyun to your room. You rest your forehead against the door as you close it, giving yourself a moment to just breathe.

Once you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you’re good, you turn around and face your friend. He’s taken residence in your vanity chair, searching your frazzled figure with worry. You can only imagine what you must look like from his point of view.

Finally, he musters the courage to speak. “You look….”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Okay…. Would you care to explain why you were running out of Chanyeol’s room like you robbed him? In your wedding clothes, no less, first thing this morning?”

You rub your eyes. To be honest, no, you didn’t want to have this conversation. Especially with Baekhyun. No offense to the guy, you adore him, but he’s not really known for taking things seriously. Except… right now it does appear he’s taking this situation very seriously. Although there is a hint of playfulness in his tone, you can’t see any of it on his face, only genuine concern.

Defeated, you sigh and march to your bed, plopping down onto the edge to bury your face in your hands.

“We had sex.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” he answers sarcastically. You glare at him through your fingers. He grins in reply, but it’s soft, reassuring, letting you know that everything will be okay.

It slips from his face as a thought occurs to him. “You weren’t drunk, were you?”

You shake your head and he lets out a relieved breath.

“Quite the opposite. It was probably the most sober decision I’ve made this whole trip.”

“So, what went wrong?”

“I just….” You recall your confession and wince, stomach flipping with embarrassment. “We ended up running into each other in the elevator and went to his room. We were only supposed to talk. But, I don’t know. You know the wedding was a lot for us both. And this trip has been very stressful and tense and we haven’t been alone since we got here and maybe that was for good reason because obviously we couldn’t handle that if–”

“You’re rambling,” he interrupts.

You take a deep breath. 

“I told him I loved him,” you push out before you can regret admitting it. It sounds even worse spoken out loud.

“And?” He asks, skeptically.

You blink in surprise at his reply. “And he, well, he didn’t say it back.”

You avoid his gaze and bring your knees to your chest and nibble on your thumbnail anxiously, waiting for Baekhyun’s response to the new detail. You must have rendered him speechless, because he remains silent. Either that, or he’s trying to figure out the best way to let you down on Chanyeol’s behalf. That makes you stiffen your shoulders, bracing yourself for the cold dose of reality. It never comes, and his lack of response drags until you think you’re going to explode.

Finally, you whip your head up to him exasperatedly just to see him looking at you like you’re the dumbest bitch he’s ever seen.

“What?” You snap, hating how condescending his expression is.

He rolls his eyes at your tone and lets out a laugh coated in disbelief, rubbing his forehead. “I love you, but you’re stupid.”

“I know,” you sulk, pouting as you rest your chin on your knees. “I wasn’t thinking straight, obviously. I got too caught up in the moment. Being with him like that, it brought me back to the good ol’ days, when we were falling in love. But, we’re not in college anymore. We’re not the same people we were when we were together.”

You furrow your brows, really trying to untangle your thoughts. It’s a lot easier to do with someone to look at.

“That’s what it is. I mean, how can I still love a man I don’t know? I can still have lingering feelings for the man I used to know, though. Maybe having sex was a good thing? All that leftover tension between us can finally rest. Yeah, that’s what last night was–left over tension. Now that we’ve done the deed, we should be good now. Sure, we still need to have a talk, there’s still some things we need to address to fully move on, but I think the hardest part has passed.”

You search your friend’s face for the right answer. “Right?”

His lips thin and then he’s sighing. “Do you want to know what I think?”

You nod miserably, thoughts too chaotic to decipher any logic.

Baekhyun stands up and walks over to you, reaching out to rub your arms comfortingly. In a gentle murmur he says, “I think you need some breakfast.”

A surprised chuckle leaves you as you lean forward, resting your forehead against his stomach. “You’re probably right.”

You relax under his touch, and you both stay like that. His hands go from your shoulders to your back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. The repetitive trail makes you drowsy.

The door swings open.

“I thought I heard you co–OH MY GOD!”

Seulgi stands dumbfounded at the door, the hand not frozen on your door knob covers her hanging jaw. Shock coloring her face as she takes in the compromising sight before her.

Baekhyun stumbles quickly away from you, tripping over his feet in his haste.

“It's not what it looks like!” You defend. That’s literally the worst line you can possibly say to her.

“What the hell!” She squeaks. “What the fuck is happening right now!?”

“We were just about to get something to eat!” Baekhyun says, as if that explains anything.

“HUH?!” Seulgi starts fanning her reddening face. She turns to you, not even going to humor him. “Look, I know this weekend has been rough for you. I understand you wanting to distract yourself by getting underneath someone. But, to sleep with Baekhyun of all people–”

“Hey!” The man in question barks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Seulgi, please,” you beg. Crawling off the bed, you stumble over to her. “That’s not what happened at all!”

Your words go through one ear and out the other as she glares at Baekhyun, who’s shivering in his metaphorical boots under her judging stare. “I can’t believe you would do this! Chanyeol is your best friend! Do you not care how this will affect him when he finds out?”

“We didn’t do anything,” you plead.

“Then explain what I just walked into! Explain why you look a damn mess! And are those–are those hickeys?”

“I HAD SEX WITH CHANYEOL!” You yell in her face.

“I–wait, what?” You can see the internal conversation she’s having with herself as she tries to comprehend what you just confessed to her. When your words have meaning, a look of sheer horror contorts her lovely features.

“You didn’t.” Her voice is low, threateningly so.

You gnaw at your bottom lip, even more anxious than when Baekhyun was questioning you. 

Your silence is an admission and she yells your name accusingly.

“I know!” You agree. “Please, I know!”

“I don’t understand. How? Why? I thought you were over him, or at least trying to be. I–”

“Hey,” Baekhyun cuts her off, joining your little party. He rests a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s let her take a shower and get into some clothes that don’t have cum stains on them. Then we can get breakfast. She can explain everything then.”

“There’s no cum on my dress,” you mumble with a frown.

“I know Chanyeol’s kinks,” Baekhyun says. You huff in defeat.

Seulgi’s cat shaped eyes bounce back and forth between you both skeptically. You can see all the questions she has running through her pretty head.

“Alright,” she reluctantly agrees. “Hurry and get ready. I’m starving.”

You have a feeling it’s not food she’s hungry for.

Baekhyun leads her out of your room, throwing you an apologetic look, and you wonder how many more times he’s going to look at you like that.

Nearly an hour later, you find yourself in a little unassuming mom and pop restaurant. Baekhyun’s grandmother lives on the island, so he knows all the local hot spots. The ajumma serving you is absolutely thrilled to see him, promising to put a bit more love in your food, which you can definitely taste upon your first bite. It is exactly what you need after the active night you’ve had.

“Yerim made it home safely,” Seulgi informs, not glancing up from her plate as she does.

Your lips thin at the mention of her sister, knowing she’s bringing her up on purpose.

You didn’t need her reminder. Yerim has been on your mind all morning.

“Yeah?” You finally answer. “Glad to hear. I’m sure she’ll hate me for good once she finds out what I did right after she left.”

“She’ll get over it,” Baekhyun is quick to dismiss.

“She’ll forgive you,” Seulgi allows. “But she’ll never forget.”

Leaning back, she finally gives you a sharp look. “What happened last night anyway?”

Luckily, you just so happen to scoop some food into your mouth when she asks that, so you take advantage and slow down your chewing. Aiming to enjoy every last bit, because you know it’s going to be the last time you’ll be able to. You swallow it down with some water, for good measure, taking your time chugging it empty. 

Seulgi watches in amusement, knowing what game you’re playing.

“Well,” you start, scratching behind your ear. “As you both already know, Chanyeol and I hooked up last night.”

“Hooked up?” Seulgi clarifies incredulously. It’s an interesting choice of words to describe what the two of you did.

Beside her, Baekhyun shakes his head, but keeps his opinions to himself, allowing you the floor.

“Yeah. And I want to say, for the record, that it was spontaneous. We just so happened to bump into each other when I was on my way back to the room. He asked me if I wanted to go to his room instead and I said yes–innocently! We were planning on just talking. And I mean, we did talk a bit?”

“Did you talk about Yerim?” Seulgi asks.

“No….” You avoid her stare and sink into your chair.

“Did you talk about your breakup?”

“No….”

Her eyes narrow. “So, what did you talk about?”

“About the wedding,” you answer like it’s obvious.

“And now it all makes sense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You pout.

“The two of you have been tiptoeing around each other all weekend. I thought it was just the awkwardness of seeing an ex–in your case, an ex dating your friend. But I misread it. Now it’s pretty obvious that if it weren’t for Yerim, you would’ve probably slept with him sooner. It wasn’t awkwardness I felt, it was tension…the sexual kind.”

Your frown deepens. Were you seriously that weak? You thought you did a pretty damn good job resisting Chanyeol, but it only took three days to fall into his sheets. That wasn’t very strong of you at all. Seulgi is right. Yerim was the main reason for you keeping your distance, not your pride or your past. She had only been gone a few hours before you gave into him.

“Does that make me a terrible person?” You quietly ask.

“I don’t think so,” Baekhyun answers simply, shrugging when you lock eyes.

“It doesn’t,” Seulgi agrees, although she lets out a tired sigh right after. “But I still don’t understand why? It’s been years, girl, and you’ve never mentioned him once in that time. It’s been a while since you got laid, and even longer since it was with Chanyeol. Old habits die hard, and you didn’t get the closure you wanted, but sleeping with your ex seems so out of character for you.”

“He’s not just some ex, Seulgi,” Baekhyun intervenes. “He’s her ex fiance, and they didn’t break up on bad terms, necessarily. There’s still love there.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you interject, shifting in your seat uncomfortably. 

“So, it was just an old attraction? Old habits and all that?” Seulgi asks.

“I think so,” you say and she seems to melt in relief. “I think it was just left over sexual tension, and now that we’ve got it out of our system, we can be normal. We can move on.”

Baekhyun doesn’t seem convinced. “And you’re sure Chanyeol will agree with you?”

You shrug. “I don’t see why not. It was just sex.”

“It’s never ‘just sex’ with Chanyeol, and you know that. Especially when it comes to you.”

“You’d be surprised,” you mutter, mood dampening at the memory.

He doesn’t hear you. “And I know you’re lying. Didn’t you tell him you loved him last night?”

You glare at Baekhyun and he answers it with a smug smile, knowing he just set you up.

“You did what now?” Seulgi asks deadpan.

Internally you wince. “I might have told him I loved him while in the throes of passion.”

She says your name disapprovingly. 

“And you know what? He didn’t say it back. So, you see? It was nothing more than physical for him as well.”

Seulgi looks as though she has some words for you, but Baekhyun beats her to the punch.

“You both drive me insane,” he groans. “It’s obvious you both still care about each other, what’s the point of trying to talk yourself out of it? It’s never too late to try again, and trust me when I say Chanyeol wants to more than anything. He’s already asked you for a second chance. He wants this! He wants you!”

“He said all that when he was drunk off his mind, Baekhyun.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true!”

You groan and lean your head back against your chair, feeling the pressure of the world falling onto your shoulders. It hits you then, the weight of Chanyeol’s affection, and for a moment you’re back on that sidewalk, drowning in it. You remember why you left, remember the moment your love for him twisted into something dark. Chanyeol said you told him you hate him. Truth is, you had. With him back in your life, you forgot about that, forgot that there was another reason why you were trying to avoid him. Again, everything is even more confusing, and you find yourself at a total loss of what to do next.

“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed by that,” Seulgi reassures. She knows you way more than you give her credit far. “Everything is happening so fast. You don’t have to make a decision right now, and honestly, I don’t think it’s wise for you to.”

You lift your head back up and take in your concerned friends. With the way they’re both sitting on either side of each other before you, it’s almost like they’re the angel and devil on your shoulders. One speaks for your heart, while the other speaks for your mind. Holding onto each of your hands and yanking you back and forth like a rope in tug-o-war. 

“I don’t know the right answer,” you whisper, feeling your eyes water in frustration.

“Whatever’s going to make you happy,” Baekhyun answers simply.

You cough a laugh and a tear escapes, but you’re quick to wipe it away.

“I think,” Seulgi begins, reaching over and grabbing your hand. “You should give each other space, and wait until you’re back in Seoul. It’s only a couple days, and it’ll give both of you time to figure out what exactly it is you want from each other. Do you have an idea of what that is? Is it a relationship? Closure? Or just physical connection?”

“I’m not sure,” you admit.

She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows. You understand. She’s right.

“That’s probably the best idea,” you relent.

Baekhyun grunts in disgust. “Doesn’t Chanyeol deserve a say in this?”

“Of course he does,” you say.

“But that’s a conversation for later,” Seulgi intrudes. “Preferably with others around.”

You lift your hands up in defeat. 

Now that your problem has been solved for now, you all go back to eating in a comfortable silence. Everything still tastes amazing, thank fuck.

Suddenly, Baekhyun straightens and turns to Seulgi. “What did you mean earlier anyways? When you said me of all people?”

She scoffs. “Besides the fact that you’re a weirdo? You’re Chanyeol’s best friend. If you had slept together, it would be the deepest betrayal to him. But, if she had slept with any of you, my reaction would be the same. The only other person I could possibly see her with is Sehun, and even then….”

“Ew,” you both finish.

“I love all of you,” you say. “But not like that.”

“It’s the same for me too!” Baekhyun admits. “I would never do that to Chanyeol, because I would never do that, period. Don’t ever put that disgusting idea in anyone’s head again!”

“No problem!” Seulgi says, resolute.

You finish breakfast soon after that and leave for the hotel. Today is the first day of your little             reunion tour. Sehun figured that everyone would be too hungover to do anything that required movement, so you’re all just going to hang out at the beach and watch the sunset. Sounds like the perfect Sunday to you.

You all left your phones in the car, so the first thing you do once buckled up is check your notifications, reading the texts in the groupchat confirming some of the others were heading out to the beach and the location they chose. Baekhyun winces as he scans his device, catching your attention. When you lock eyes, he gives you that pitiful smile, almost like a warning, before turning his screen for you to read. It’s filled with texts and missed calls from Chanyeol.

“Oh boy,” is all you can muster, trying not to linger too much on the only message you can read: ‘please. I’m begging’.

“What’s up?” Seulgi asks from the backseat. Baekhyun proceeds to show her his phone and she shakes her head in dismay.

“Should I call him?” He asks.

“No,” you’re quick to reply. Avoiding his gaze, you settle into your seat, staring blindly out the windshield. You feel him watching you for a moment before sighing and starting the car, pulling out to drive you back to the hotel.

The elevator ride is long. You wonder if Chanyeol will be in the hallway when it opens. Baekhyun leans against the wall, rapidly firing off texts the whole way up. It takes everything in you not to ask him what he’s telling Chanyeol to calm him down. 

The doors open, and you’re both relieved and crushed to enter an empty hall. Baekhyun walks you both to your room, which is polite, but you all know is a front. His room isn’t on this floor, and you don’t need him to walk you back.

“Where are you going?” You can’t help but to ask.

He grins guiltily and nudges his head towards Chanyeol’s room. “I’m going to check on him. That’s why I came up here in the first place.”

“Right….”

He pats your shoulder. “Get ready and head down to the beach. I’m sure you got Jongdae’s text in the groupchat. Both him and Jongin are already setting up camp.”

“Don’t take too long,” Seulgi says in farewell before pulling you into the suite.

As soon as the door closes, she’s holding you by the shoulders, staring deep into your eyes. “You can’t go back on your word now.”

“I’m not,” you say, cringing as the way it sounds like a lie.

Her grip on you tightens. “It’s all going to work out. Don’t get all sulky.”

“I’m not.”

She smiles. “You’re such a terrible liar. It’s kind of cute.”

“Stop flirting with me,” you sigh, grabbing her hands to hold them instead. “I’m going to take your advice. We need space.”

“Space,” she repeats approvingly, rubbing your knuckles with her thumbs.

Banging on your door causes you both to jump.

“Yeol, stop it! I already told you they’re not there!”

“I need to know for sure.”

You swallow thickly at the sound of Chanyeol’s voice.

You hear Baekhyun sigh and then Chanyeol call your name, which jerks you closer to the door. Seulgi grips your hands harder, holding you back. You lock eyes. She shakes her head in warning.

“Are you in there?” He pauses briefly, waiting for you to reply. You hold your breath, afraid in the silence he can hear your heart’s rapid beating. “Please, open the door, Mel. I just… I just need to see you.”

His voice is calm, but alarmed, as if he’s trying not to sound as desperate as he feels. He knocks again, the reps urgent, giving away the worry he’s trying to disguise.

“I just need you to tell me everything’s okay.” Now his voice cracks.

Fuck it. You can’t avoid him forever. You go to open the door, but Seulgi’s hold is surprisingly strong and you can’t break it.

“Space, remember?” She whispers.

You didn’t know that started now. 

Reluctantly, you relax, leaning your head on Seulgi’s shoulder. She wraps her arms around you, rubbing your back as you wait for Baekhyun to do his job in getting Chanyeol away.

“I can’t do this again, man,” Chanyeol’s broken voice comes through the door. “I can’t lose her again. Not like this.”

“I know, Dude.” Baekhyun sounds just as helpless, and a wave of guilt washes over you from putting him in this position. “But, she’s not in there. Let’s go to my room so I can change. It won’t take long, so don’t even think of ditching me!”

A silence drags on for so long you’re sure they’ve left. 

“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun urges.

“I–okay. Let’s go.”

You hear them retreat and let out a breath.

Seulgi whistles. “Quite the mess you’ve made.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “You can say that again.”

“Hey,” She rubs your arm. “He’s going to be fine. Let’s change. I’m sure you’re now very eager to get down there.”

You let her lead you to your room. The whole time you can’t get over the pain in Chanyeol’s voice, a pain that you caused.

series m.list | main m.list

previous chapter | next chapter

taglist @byunparklimchoi, @defloey @notyuji @hisungovenaocare

[quillpokebiology]

Give me reasons declawing pokemon would be bad

A friend of mine wants to declaw their Pokémon and I don’t want them to

Declawing a pokemon can cause pains, infections, and even back pain. Walking is going to feel uncomfortable for them. Imagine your period cramps in your feet everything you take a step (if you menstrate). And it can make them have trouble using moves like scratch. It's like cutting off the tip of a finger for them

[imaginarylungfish]

period pain is wild. you're telling me i just endured 5 hours of level 7 pain while working and a literal stranger who doesn't menstrate can tell me i'm "just weak." cause i don't know about you, but who's really the weak one here?

[gayowlsntitans]

Since op of the post has me blocked I can't reply in a reblog:

What's a man? And how can trans men even be trans if they're already male? Actually adding onto that, what's the meaning of the word male?

You are wrong about intersex people, they are still either male or female, but with a disorder, they have a medical condition. If an individual has an SRY gene they're male and if they don't then they're female, but once again with a disorder. And sure they may be trans, that doesn't change their sex though.

What's the definition of menstrustion? Also a period is a synonym for menstruation, and it's not a scientific word. So once again what's menstruation?

Trans man is a man assigned female at birth, they arent originally male they transitioned to be a man. The main definition of man is an adult human man. Who grows up as a man, which most trans men do cause they transition earlier, go on hormones early to have a make puberty.

No Im not, considering the definition of Intersex is that "They dont fit into an exclusive male or female autonomy. They are either male, female or other. I didn't say it changed their sex, thats not what determines your gender, that determines your sex, gender is different then sex, gender is how you identify, sex is your reproductive organs. But being intersex is no longer considered a disorder, ad someone with SRY gene can still transition to change their gender, so they'd still be more than just male or female.

Menstration: the process in a woman of discharging blood and other materials from the lining of the uterus at intervals of about one lunar month from puberty until menopause, except during pregnancy.

Menstration and period are still synonyms that mean the same thing.

Trans women can get uteruses, it's been a thing for awhile now.

@luesmainblog made a good comment about menstruation.

just a quick addition: a "period", as we know it, is JUST a collection of symptoms. if a cis women went through all the pain and bloating and craving and such, but didn't bleed, she could ask her gyno what happened and they would tell her that WAS a period. she just didn't have anything to push out at the time. and that itself would be a cause for concern, but only because she usually DOES produce a lining to remove. periods without bleeding happen all the time.

Phantom Periods, not mentioned in the article are a thing, so its possible to still have your period but not bleed, for both Cis and trans women.

[aproperplacetoscream]

Hhhhhhhh I should have called out for work today like im gonna cry dude i get so emotional when i menstrate im leggit gonna break down crying at work the first two days are the worst and im on the first day god is punishing me for being a rat bastard.

Like it will hurt so bad i have to take 8 hour midol for the pain to be MANAGABLE.

Sometimes the 8 hour midol isnt enough so i have to take fucking two

Thats like 1000 mg of pain killers mixed with some other stuff

Im pretty sure i fucking OVER DOSED on IBprofen once right? Cause the pain got alittle better bjt it still hurt so i just kept taking more then it started hurting more and i was like " ill ask my nurse friend" and they were like " YOUR OVERDOSING AND THE IBPROFEN IS EATING THE WALLS OF YOUR INTESTINES" and I was like " This pain feels exactly like my period cramps i think the meds just arent working and I need more" anyway i listened to them and stopped but um... h.

Like is that an abnormally high ammount of pain for periods? Do i have PCOS? Like they have always been so painful. Like... and they are super irregular. So i can get anywhere from 8-5 in a year. Idk man like wtf is up with my reproductive system and how much is it fucking up my life for 500 please.

[abhinavayu21]

Natural Relief: Ayurvedic Remedies for Vaginal Itchiness You Can Trust

Vaginal itching is a symptom that most women encounter at different stages of their lives, though it is rather shameful and painful. It can be caused by infections, hormonal changes, or various irritations affecting the skin. As there are many treatment procedures that have been developed in the contemporary world more and more women Buy Ayurveda Medicine for Vaginal Itchiness as a non-conventional method of dealing with this all too personal problem.

The various cures for vaginal itching offered by Ayurvedic home remedies include those based on the tridosha theory.

Understanding Vaginal Itchiness

But before we proceed to the treatments, let us look at brief causes of an itchy vagina as follows. Common pronlems include:

Yeast Infections: Candidiasis is an infection that occurs due to the proliferation of Candida which is a type of fungus that results in itchy skin rash.

Bacterial Vaginosis: This proves that there is itchiness and abnormal discharge resulting from disturbance of the balance of bacteria in the vagina.

Hormonal Changes: Some of the cause may include hormonal changes such as during menstration, pregnancy or after menopause skin may peel and itch.

Irritants: Vulva skin is also sensitive to such things as the soaps, detergents and the clothes made of synthetic fabrics such as the ones used in the production of the clothes we wear.

Ayurvedic Remedies for Vaginal Itchiness

According to the Ayurvedic system of medicine there are various natural cures which can ease the problem of vaginal itching. These treatments are said to help control the doshas – the energy systems within the body – and hence promote health. undefined

1. Vimosa - Vaginal Dryness Soft Gel Capsules from Abhinavayu

Vimosa capsules are specifically developed to treat the dryness of the vagina which is the major reason why the area becomes itchy. These capsules are a combination of natural compounds that are highly effective in supplementing skin hydration and reduce inflammation.

How to use: Keep to the recommended dosages stated on the product label or if prescribed by an Ayurvedic doctor. They should preferably be used every day in order to keep the skin moist and minimize chances of skin rash.

2. Neem (Azadirachta indica)

Neem is recognized for its efficacy as antifungal, antibacterial and even more prominent as anti-inflammatory. It can reduce the incidence of infection and relieve inflammation.

How to use: Pour a fistful of neem leaves in water and boil it, then filter the leaves and use the water to rinse the infected area. On the other hand, neem oil is applied by either external application or topically.

3. Turmeric (Curcuma longa)

Turmeric has antiseptic properties and has anti-inflammatory properties which will assist to minimize skin itching, and avoid further skin infections.

How to use: Turmeric powder has to be mixed in some water or coconut oil to make a paste and this paste is then applied on the area which is itching.

4. Aloe Vera

In aloe vera you have both astringent and moisturizing effects and this makes it to be used in treating some of the complaints associated with dryness and itching down there.

How to use: Remove the used aloe vera gel and put a new one on the affected skin area. Make sure that the gel that is used is not contaminated by any chemicals such as bleach.

5. Yogurt

Yogurt also has elements known as probiotics that help in maintaining a right balance of bacteria in the vagina so that infections that cause itching are avoided.

How to use: Lick a small portion of yogurt that has no extra sugar on it and apply the yogurt on the itchy area of the body. A mask is applied to the skin and left on for about half an hour before it is rinsed off with warm water.

6. Triphala

Chewing Triphala, an Ayurvedic formulation, can bring equalizing and cleansing properties that may deal with the root causes of itching.

How to use: Choice 2 Triphala tea should be taken daily or Triphala powder with water to balance the doshas with additional benefits for vaginal healthy.

Lifestyle Tips for Preventing Vaginal Itchiness

In addition to these remedies, adopting certain lifestyle practices can help prevent vaginal itchiness:

Wear Cotton Underwear: To avoid scratching oneself up, it is advisable to dress in lightweight and natural materials.

Avoid Harsh Products: Avoid rough soaps or washing powders which have colours and other chemicals added.

Maintain Hygiene: Be clean but do not over-wash which can harm the skin and make it uneven.

Stay Hydrated: It is also recommended that you take a lot of water to enable your body and skin to be well hydrated.

Balanced Diet: Eat a balanced diet with minimum amounts of probiotics, vitamins and minerals to maintain proper physiological processes.

When to Seek Medical Help

Even though Ayurvedic remedies are usually very effective one should see a healthcare professional if:

The itch may still persist or aggravate.

You’re dealing with atypical discharge or a penetrative smell.

These are symptoms that signal that there is an infection, for instance, flu, or a lot of pain.

Conclusion

Having a vaginal itch can be embarrassing, but it does not have to be a hindrance to your normal life. Ayurvedic and gentle methods of healthcare approaches, like Buy Ayurveda Medicine for Vaginal Itchiness with Vimosa Vaginal Dryness Soft Gel Capsules manufactured by Abhinav Healthcare Products Pvt Ltd are effective in providing a healthy solution. Integrating these remedies and tips into your daily life will help you manage the condition and promote vaginal health. It is always important to seek the services of a health care provider for better care of individual preferences. Get the natural relief that Ayurveda has to offer and confidently seize your life and health back.Resource:https://abhinavayu21.blogspot.com/2024/06/natural-relief-ayurvedic-remedies-for.html

[maxellminidisc]

I am having legit some of the most HORRENDOUS cramps in a long fucking time. I had such a hard time sleeping last night but i managed to get some this morning when they chilled out a bit. My cat is like being sweet to me weirdly too lol he like rarely chills with me anymore unless its feeding time but now he wont leave my side :’)))

[trans-axolotl]

# OI saw a post saying that someone is intersex if they “have to be put on sex hormone treatments to maintain anything approaching basic bodily health and function, such as avoiding massive pain or hemorrhage” so someone with unexplained heavy periods and pain that they need medicine for is intersex? and if birth control only made their problems worse? what about endometriosis? I’m sorry if this is dumb but what intersex condition cld cause this? do u have any other info on this topic? /gen

Hi! 

So I think that having to be put on sex hormone treatments for those reasons is like a really likely sign that someone is intersex, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that someone is intersex. If you need sex hormones for your daily functioning, a lot of possible causes for that would be intersex conditions, but not everyone on sex hormones is intersex. It could be a sign that someone’s intersex, but it’s not confirmation. Some intersex conditions where people often have to go on sex hormones at puberty are Swyer Syndrome, Turner Syndrome, and sometimes Klinefelter’s Syndrome. Not every intersex person has to go on sex hormones for our health, but many of us do!

Someone with heavy periods and pain could be intersex, but not necessarily. There’s a lot of different things that could cause heavy perioids besides intersex conditions. If you’re asking what intersex conditions could cause heavy periods, there’s a few of them. PCOS with hyperandrogenism often can cause heavy periods. NCAH and CAH can also cause irregular periods, but it’s more often for them to be absent or irregular rather than specifically heavy. People with ovotestis can also experience irregular menstration, but again that’s not usually specifically heavy and painful periods. 

There are other things that aren’t intersex conditions that cause heavy periods, like endometriosis and fibroids. Endometriosis is generally not considered an intersex condition, just because people with endometriosis still have the “typical” sex characteristics with their sex assigned at birth. Honestly, sometimes the lines for who is and isn’t intersex seem a little arbitrary and I have a hard time explaining why certain conditions are intersex and certain aren’t, but endometriosis is not an intersex variation. So that’s part of the reason why heavy periods doesn’t necessarily mean someone is intersex-there’s a lot of reasons that could cause that. 

I can’t really think of any resources or more info on this topic, and also you don’t need to apologize this isn’t a dumb question at all! 

[cole-grey-writes]

Pains & Stains

Universe: The Witcher (Netflix)

Timeline: Post-Season One

Character(s): Ciri, Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier

Pairing(s): Ciri x Trans Male Reader (platonic), Geralt of Rivia x Trans Male Reader (platonic), Jaskier x Trans Male Reader (platonic)

Warning(s): not episode 6: Rare Species compliant, blood, period talk, vomit, swearing, temporary misgendering

Summary: When you wake up one morning in a puddle of blood, you look to Ciri, the only one who knows about you. You’ve kept this part of yourself hidden from your other travel companions, Geralt and Jaskier, for a reason. But, now it looks like you can’t hide anymore.

A/n: I had the worst period of my entire life. This is basically a retelling of what happened to me (with some embellishment of course). Sidenote, ciri x reader can actually be read as either romantic or platonic, whichever you prefer (it says platonic only because it’s not explicitly romantic) but since ciri and reader are both teenagers (id say 14-15 ish, give or take a few years) the geralt and jaskier x readers are strictly platonic/familial type relationships. Also, i got another week of spring break so pls send in asks before i have to focus more on school again. But anyway, enjoy °u°

Side Note: in regards to Geralt at the end, I genuinely don’t think he’s being transphobic or misgendering on purpose and that’s not how I meant for it to come off as. In my opinion, I think geralt is just wholely... unaware of the situation. He’s basically been isolated (with the exception of other Witchers) for a vast majority of his life so I think with that comes ignorance to certain things. So, he’s not being malicious, he’s just very uneducated.

You know exactly what wakes you up. You know what the painful cramps and squishy, warm feeling in your pants means, but you don’t want to look down and confirm it.

The sun is slowly rising which means Geralt will be waking up soon and you don’t want him to find you bleeding all over yourself. You wouldn’t be able to explain yourself without having to tell him about you, so you accept your fate begrudgingly.

Sneaking a peak at Geralt and Jaskier, you take note that they’re both still sleeping in their separate bed rolls on the opposite side of the burned out campfire. You roll back over as quietly as you can and reach out to Ciri, who’s sleeping right next to you, and try to get her attention. It takes a few calls of her name and a shove before she finally wakes up confused. All you can do when she looks at you questioningly is ask for help.

Ciri is, rightfully, concerned and immediately up and ready to help. She gets her bag, fishing out the cloth she uses for her menstrations before she gives it to you. You stand to leave when Ciri asks, whispering, “What are you gonna do?”

“Go to a stream close by or something and wash my clothes.”

Ciri nods. “I’ll deal with the blood.”

You eye the small puddle of blood that had dripped down your leg and into the forest floor. You turn away quickly, agreeing. You head off in some random direction and it isn’t long before you come across a stream and begin stripping. It’s awkward being naked out in the open, even worse when the water you’re washing up in only comes up to your waist but you figure it would be even more awkward to explain to your travel companions why you have blood all over your crotch.

You bear the vulnerable feeling and refuse to look down while you allow the flowing water to clean your lower body, simultaneously scrubbing vigorously at your pants and smallclothes. You decide to take longer than necessary to wash. You know it’s gonna be a long day of walking so you wanna make sure you don’t immediately feel gross.

After the washing is finished, you just get your clothes back on, still stained but less so and now damp, when Ciri comes into view.

“I couldn’t get the stain all the way out,” you tell her, feigning nonchalance when all you can feel inside is panic.

Ciri tells you, “It’s fine,” before she’s pulling her cloak off and handing it to you. “You can wear it until we can sneak you some new pants.”

You sigh, relieved and grateful. “Thank you.”

Ciri smiles and you both begin to head back to camp. As you walk, Ciri questions you about the pain. You and Ciri go back a long time, practically grew up with each other. Your parents were soldiers of noble blood who fought alongside Queen Calanthe so you’ve known each other since you were kids. It didn’t take long for you to confess to Ciri about how you felt when people called you by the name your parents gave you or when your dad called you his little baroness or when the peasant boys you and ciri played around with called you little girl. And since you were so close, she knows all about how painful your time can be.

“It's not so bad right now,” you tell her, subconsciously rubbing at your abdomen.

“That's good,” Ciri says. You agree but silently wonder how long it will take before you’re completely consumed by pain.

You’re both silent as you make it the rest of the way back to camp. As you step back into the clearing where you had slept, you note that the camp is completely put away. The only thing left as a sign that anyone had been here is the circle of burnt firewood.

“Ah, there you two are, you little scamps,” Jaskier exclaims upon seeing you walk into the packed up camp, throwing up his hands dramatically. “We were beginning to think you’d gotten lost.”

Beside Jaskier, Geralt doesn’t look all that worried but he does look mad, although he does always look like that. He leans against a tree with his arms crossed, glaring at you as you approach. “Where have you been?”

“I told you I was going to the bathroom,” Ciri explains quickly.

Geralt says, without looking away from you but still gently, “Not you.”

Geralt’s tone doesn’t bother you as much as it used to. He was worse in the beginning actually. You used to think that Geralt hated you for some reason because he wasn’t as distant with Ciri as he was with you and then Jaskier joined Geralt in his travels again. And he treated Jaskier about the same as he treats you. It took a few days of observing interactions between the two men to figure out that Geralt wasn’t being mean or, rather, wasn’t trying to be. He was just reluctantly accepting of the presences of men.

It also crossed your mind more than once that it could be because Ciri was his child surprise, as Jaskier eventually explained. But whatever the reason may be, he acts differently with you and there isn’t much you can do about it so you ignore it as much as you can.

“I was washing up,” you explain lamely.

“We did that last night,” Geralt says through gritted teeth. Which, yeah, they did while Ciri bathes by herself away from sight — still within Geralt’s earshot for safety reasons, obviously —, the men bathe together. And since you haven’t had the courage to tell Geralt and Jaskier your situation, you, in fact, did not bathe last night.

“Oh, hush,” Jaskier says, waving Geralt off. “So he wanted to wash in the morning. I actually do it often when I'm not spreading the tales of your heroics and I find it quite refreshing. You know, some say people that wash in the morning actually-”

“We should’ve left by now,” Geralt huffs. “We’re late.”

You sigh, watching Geralt walk away and start leading Roach down the path.

Jaskier comes to stand beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. He playfully tells you, “Don't let Geralt bother you any. He's not a morning person, clearly,” which makes you instantly smile.

“Where are we headed?” Ciri wonders as she comes to stand next to you, too.

“About a day’s north,” Jaskier says.

You groan, throwing your head back. “A day?!”

“Yes, I’m afraid,” Jaskier confirms sympathetically. “Ah! But, if you would like a nice way to pass the time, I am always willing to give a little… sneak peak of my new ballad.”

Ciri gasps, eyes sparkling. “Yes please!”

You hum, “Sure.”

Jaskier begins strumming his lute and you all set after Geralt, doing your best to ignore the increasing pain in your abdomen.

As always, it doesn’t take long at all for the force of the pain you usually feel to hit full throttle and in turn, the nausea sets in.

You wrap your arms around yourself, fingers digging into your sides with all the strength you have, doing your best to ignore it. You had hoped it would even out the pain so it wouldn’t be that bad, maybe distract you for a while, but it doesn’t work even a little bit and it’s downright unbearable.

By mid morning, your muscles are shaking, you’re sure you’ve carved little crescents into your sides even through your shirt, and you're dripping in sweat with the effort to not cry and fall to the floor in blinding pain. You blame the last one on the blistering sun when anyone questions you about it.

Your problem causes you to lag behind everyone else quite often, although Ciri does her best to stay with you and keep you mind off the splintering pain. She talks endlessly about anything and nothing at all but it helps only a little bit.

It’s during a particular lull in the one sided conversation between you and Ciri that you hear Jaskoer badgering Geralt insistently about something. You almost don’t pay any attention to it, it's Jaskier and Geralt so that's how they always are, until you hear him say your name.

“He needs a break, Geralt,” Jaskier says sternly and louder than his previous tone, which catches Ciri’s attention as well. Geralt continues to ignore the bard. “Maybe your witcher eyesight is starting to diminish in old age, so I suppose I'll enlighten you. He is positively sweating rivers, Geralt. He’s soaked through his little-”

Geralt pulls Roach to a sudden halt so he can growl in Jaskier’s face. “Fine, we can take a break if it will get you to shut up!” Then, Geralt ushers Roach forward faster, veering off the path.

Jaskier turns to you and Ciri, smiling a very smug smile. “Well, time for a well deserved break. Hopefully there’s a river nearby, we can fill up our waterskins. Maybe splash about for a while if Geralt doesn’t threaten to leave us behind for taking too long, if we’re lucky, if-“ and you tune him out as he keeps talking on account that a hot spike of pain stabs you directly in the pelvis. You barely manage to swallow a cry, although your face contorts in the effort. It caused Jaskier to pause mid babble. “Are you alright?”

“No, I'm fine,” you say, rather quickly. Too quickly.

“Are you sure? Because you really look very pale. And, actually, your hands are-”

You’re yelling before you can stop yourself. “I said, I’m fine!” Pushing past Jaskier roughly, you rush to catch up to Geralt who’s almost completely immersed in the foliage a little ways away from the path. You prefer, at the moment, to deal with an annoyed Geralt than a chronically curious Jaskier who questions you nonstop about what’s wrong with you until you get so fed up, you spill all your secrets.

There’s no river or stream where Geralt decided to stop and let Roach chew on some grass near his feet, but there is a small sized pond. You don’t wander too close to Geralt, keeping your distance like you always do, instead choosing to sit against a tree while pressing your knees hard against your chest to try and control the pain.

Jaskier and Ciri approach only seconds later. Jaskier immediately walks over to Geralt and starts talking to him about his new ballad, even though they’ve all heard it five times that morning so far, and Ciri comes to sit down next to you.

Ciri leans close to your side, whispering, “How high is the pain so far?”

You show her your hands, shaking visibly, causing Ciri to frown. She grabs one of your hands and holds it in her lap soothingly, rubbing her thumb across the back. “I also feel like throwing up.”

“That might have to do with the fact you didn’t eat dinner,” Ciri tells you as a matter of factly, side eyeing you pointedly. “And breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say dismissively. You add, in a sad attempt to use comedy to cope with the pain, “I've made mistakes.” In response, Ciri doesn’t laugh but she hums with a small smile.

You sit silently for a few moments before you turn to Ciri and say, “I think, maybe it would be a good idea to throw up a little bit.”

Ciri shakes her head doubtfully. “I don’t know, Y/n.”

“I should at least try it,” you tell her, shrugging. “It might help get rid of the feeling, even for a little bit. Maybe hold me over until Jaskier can convince Geralt to stop for another break.”

Ciri looks like she thinks it over before she nods reluctantly. “I guess that makes sense.”

You and Ciri stand together, seeming to grab Geralt’s attention. When he begins to approach with Jaskier in tow, you turn sharply to give Ciri a questioning look. Ciri nods understandingly, sending you walking away speedily in a random direction, not bothering to spare either man a glance. You can feel the burn of Geralt’s golden eyes on the back of your head as you retreat into the forest, but you don’t slow your gate. You hear Ciri explain that you had to pee and silently thank her for being such a good liar.

You only stop walking when you feel you’re far enough from Geralt’s impressive hearing won’t catch the pitiful noises you’ll inevitably make. You notice that you’re near a fallen tree and you decide you can use it for support. Walking over to it, you drop to your knees and put both hands on the horizontal trunk. Waiting only a few seconds for the nausea to bubble up, but it obviously doesn’t when you want it to and you figure since Geralt’s been in a bad enough mood all morning, it’d be best to make this experience as quick as possible.

Opening your mouth, you stick a single finger to the back of your throat, gagging instantly. Except nothing comes up. Your breathing increases tremendously though and you do feel the sickness set back in quickly after. You gag twice more without any help from your fingers before you feel your stomach finally give a wet gurgle. Gagging once final time, a yellow liquid comes up. It's warm and slippery but there's hardly any of it, barely a handful.

You were right earlier, it seems, because you do feel better, if only a little. Your stomach finally settles and the sickness isn't burning the back of your throat anymore. You kneel on the ground for only a few more moments, making sure you’re done. You stand when you deem yourself stable enough, wiping the slime from your lips. Your turn to make your way back to your companions before you’re left behind, ignoring the quivering that spreads from your hands to your stomachs to your thighs.

As it turns out, you couldn’t quite ignore your trembling libs and apparently, neither could Jaskier. He stopped you multiple times on the long and agonizing walk, asking if you were alright, and every time you told him you were fine every time. Jaskier clearly didn’t believe you if the increasing number of worried glances were anything to go by.

Your condition, as the day drew on, only grew worse and it was getting bad enough to cause a crease to appear on even Geralt’s brow. You barely make it to midday before Geralt is suddenly deverting from the path and leading the group through the woods to a new destination. It confuses you and Ciri, causing you to exchange glances, but you both choose not to say anything.

The new destination, as it turns out, is the nearest civilization that actually only takes a little over ten minutes to get to. It’s a small backwater village with barely ten families, only a single story inn, a quaint little tavern, some food vendors scattered around in the center of town, and, thankfully, a stable for Roach. Surrounding the village is nothing but yellow fields on one side and the blossoming forest on the other side, which is an odd combination in your opinion. Obviously, given it’s miniscule size, there’s nowhere to sightsee — not that you do much of that anyway, thanks to Geralt’s workaholic attitude — so you all immediately head off in the direction of the inn.

Outside, Geralt hands you and Ciri some coin. “Go inside, book a room–”

“–preferably with two beds,” Jaskier jumps in easily.

Geralt, ignoring him, continues, “–while I drop off Roach–”

“–and I look for work at the tavern.”

Ignoring Jaskier even harder, Geralt wonders, “Think you can manage that?” You side eye Geralt at that because you know he’s talking about you, but it doesn’t sound melicious like you would’ve expected from him. In fact, it sounds to you like his tone leans more towards slight concern than anything else.

Shifting around on your feet, you look down and fidget with the sleeves of Ciri’s cloak that is darker now at the ends from you wiping away the sweat from your face all morning.

Ciri takes the coin bag from Geralt. “We will.” When Jaskier and Geralt walk away, you follow Ciri into the inn. She turns to you as soon as you walk in, saying, “It might take a bit to get the room. Do you think you’re able to stand and wait just a little bit long before resting or maybe you should sit down?”

You shrug even though you feel like your limbs are weighing you down. Ciri gives you another doubtful look of the day and tells you to just have a seat while she gets a room. You watch her walk over to the innkeeper before your brain catches up.

You do as Ciri said, walking over to a stool that sits next to an empty table and drop into it, your feet dragging the whole way. Resting your head on the table feels more relieving than it should, but you really don’t have any more strength left to think about it or to keep your eyes open any longer. They droop and fall close.

It feels like only seconds that you sit there before a hand grasps onto your shoulder. Your eyes snap open, vision blurry with rest even though you feel like you got none at all.

“Sorry,” Ciri apologizes. “The innkeeper was trying really hard to negotiate a price.”

You shake your head drowly. “Didn’t really notice.”

“Well, the room is paid for now so we can go settle in,” Ciri seems overly happy about that but maybe it’s just for your sake. “You can change cloths before Geralt and Jaskier get here. Dinner won’t be served for hours so there’s plenty of time for a nap before that.”

You nod, agreeing. It does sound nice and it would be good to change cloths so you don’t leak while you sleep.

You stand to start walking with Ciri to your room, but as soon as you’re upright, a flash of cold air whooshes through your body and you immediately feel light headed. Stumbling, you accidentally knock over your stool and another next to you. Ciri grabs onto your arms to help you stay standing but it’s no use. Your knees buckle anyway, vision going dark just as you feel yourself collapse into Ciri’s arms.

You wake up slowly only because you still feel like absolute shit. Your arms feel stiff and your legs feel as shaky as they have been all day. Your stomach is tying itself in knots and the nausea is back.

Your eyes actually don’t hurt from the dim light at your left, but you close your eyes anyway in hopes of going back to sleep.

“Oh, you’re awake.” You open your eyes at the undeniable sound of Jaskier’s relieved voice. You have to turn your head to actually see him, noticing as you do so that there is a cool damp cloth on your forehead and that you are laid above the covers. Jaskier, when he comes into view, is kneeling in front of the fireplace, setting two more pieces of wood in the dwindling flame. “That’s good. I was getting a bit worried.”

Not wanting to move your head more than you have to, you just look where you can from this certain angle. Thought, to be honest, there’s not much to look at. You are obviously in the room Ciri paid for. It’s small like you expected from a one story inn. There’s a chair in the corner by the fire with Ciri’s cloak thrown over the back of it. The dark blue curtains over the windows are closed and it would be drowning the room in complete darkness if it wasn’t still daytime out. But, given the bright orange light coming seeping through, you suspect it’s not going to be much longer. Also, there’s a small table next to your bed with a lit lantern sitting on it.

“It’s on low,” Jaskier says suddenly. You look at him questioningly. Jaskier smiles softly, saying, “The lantern. I put it on low so it didn’t hurt your eyes.”

You guess he must have seen you eyeing it.

“You’ve spent an awful long time without food,” Jaskier tells you, almost as if you didn’t know that yourself. But, still, you grimace at that thought of food. “Yes, I imagine food really doesn’t sound all that appealing given the nausea and cramps. But, alas, you must eat something.”

You wonder for a moment if Ciri told them about you but you shove the possibility away violently. You know she wouldn’t do that. Ciri had promised when you first started traveling with Geralt that she would never say anything if you didn’t want her to. But, then again, it’s not a real surprise Jaskier knows. You’ve heard many tales of Jaskier’s many sisters while he’s traveled with you. He’s grown up with many women in his life, and while you are no woman, that doesn’t discourage your body from acting like one.

Jaskier walks over to you with a wooden bowl in his hands. Jaskier sets the bowl on the table next to the lantern. He says, jokingly, “It’s no rabbit stew, but it’s good, I suppose. Do you think you can sit up a small bit and have some soup?” You can groan minutely and turn your head away in response. “Come on, cub.”

You pause at the endearment. It's not new but it is surprising in this situation. Jaskier uses it often with you and Ciri given your high status Cintran blood. But, he’s never used it all those times he’s lectured you and Ciri about wandering around towns without supervision or when you swear when he’s around or when you and Ciri sneak away with his lute for some of your own concerts. Which means Jaskier is clearly not mad at you for keeping your secrets or at least he’s really, really worried about you.

“It’s been almost an entire day since your last meal. There’s no way you’re not starving.” Still not willing to force food down right now, you swallow around your dry, swollen feeling tongue. With a scratch to your voice, you ask about Ciri with as little words as possible. “Out. With Geralt, getting some… products.”

You don't miss the obvious way Jaskier stumbles. You have no doubt what word he skipped over in his explanation and it confuses you. Usually everyone just assumes–

Geralt comes clambering into the room with Ciri right behind him. Unlike Geralt, who has that permanent scowl on his face, Ciri is smiling brightly.

Ciri comes over to sit down next to you immediately, setting down the loaded bag on the bed in front of her. “How are you feeling?” She asks. When you hum noncommittally, Ciri hums back empathetically. “Well, we went into town and look!” Ciri exclaims, pulling out some black pants from the bag. “We got you some new pants. They might be a little big but I know you don't mind that,” Ciri tells you, smiling a little too cheerfully for something so simple as a pair of pants, but you smile back anyway.

Ciri goes to say something else, no doubt still praises about the pants, but Geralt interrupts her harshly. “Are you going to explain what happened or not?”

Jaskier’s head whips around from where he’d been looking on at you and Ciri. “Geralt,” he hisses.

Geralt is unbothered and continues despite Jaskier’s warning. “Why were you keeping secrets?”

“Geralt, is this really the time?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

Jaskier fully turns towards Geralt, hands resting on his hips. “Oh, I don't know, Geralt, maybe it’s because he’s sick!”

“She lied,” Geralt growls.

You sigh, resigned. You were expecting it but it still makes your belly sink with ice.

Your eyes flash open when the bed shifts violently. When you do, you see that Ciri has jumped up on the bed, towering over Geralt. “She?!” Ciri screeches indignantly, catching everyone off guard. “He is a boy!”

“Ciri,” Jaskier says gently, attempting to calm the obviously furious girl.

From behind her, you, as well, do your best to appease Ciri, even if you would really much rather crawl into the mouth of a Kikimore and never come back out. “Ciri, it’s fine…”

“No, it’s not. Do you even know how hard it is for him to be seen as who he is?” Ciri says, voice still booming. Geralt looks rightfully surprised. “He did not spend years publicly reinventing himself to be mistaken as a she!”

When Geralt tries to speak, Ciri doesn’t let him have the chance. In fact, Ciri raises her fists and starts hitting Geralt, saying multiple explicit ‘fuck you’s. Geralt, in turn, blocks her attacks but doesn’t try to stop her while Jaskier rushes over to calm her down himself.

The fighting only stops when you curl in on yourself from a painful cramp. You barely have enough sense to roll over to your side to vomit over the side of the bed. The puddle is even smaller than the one in the forest.

Ciri breathes heavily, crossing her arms while scowling that rivaled Geralt’s own. “Get out.”

“Ciri,” Jaskier tries, but Ciri moves away from Jaskier and tells them to leave again, more steely. Jaskier sighs. He puts his hand on Geralt's arm and shoves him towards the door. You have no doubt that Geralt allows Jaskier to move him, knowing that there’s no physical way Jaskier is strong enough to move him on his own. Jaskier turns back towards Ciri as he stands in the doorway. “Try to get him to eat, alright?”

Ciri doesn’t give any sign that she’s heard what he’s said or that she’s going to follow his direction. With that, Jaskier leaves and shuts the door behind himself.

You sigh from your fetal position, far more relieved to have them leave than you feel you should be. Actually feeling comfortable in this position, you’re reluctant to move. “You didn’t have to do that,” you tell Ciri, deciding not to face her.

“I did,” is all Ciri says in response. She sits in bed behind you, doing so slowly and softly so as not to jostle you. “You want some sleep?”

You hum, thinking. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Yeah, I suppose it wouldn’t,” Ciri agrees. “You can eat and change your cloth when you wake up.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you joke lightly.

Ciri agrees again, shifting and wrapping her arms around you, curling up behind you. “I’ll be here when you wake up this time.”

You smile, shutting your eyes. “I’ll hold you to that.”

(NOT MY GIF)

Main Blog // Other Side Blog

((NO ONE HAS MY PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE EVEN WITH CREDIT))

[crazyalien87]

of course you have imposter syndrome. you are male. you don't menstrate.

look, I understand the dysphoria & wanting to be female but it doesn't mean you actually have a period. I understand if you wanna pretend with yourself that this is a period(I do similar things sith my dysphoria, I pretend to have male things). but going around and telling other people that trans women can have periods is ridiculous. males cannot have a female-only function and it is kinda insulting to say you have one because you are tired & in pain.

just because periods sometimes causes symptoms like fatigue or cramps, doesn't mean that having those symptoms means you have a period. menstration is due to the utuerus lining leaving the body via the vagina (but not during pregnancy). that is how a period is defined. yes, it may sometimes involve cramps. but not every instance of someone having cramps is a period. idk what you are having but just because it has similar side effects doesn't make it a period. a period is a specific biological process, not a collection of random symptoms.

Trans woman periods can fucking suck, as (I don't know about anyone else. But for some reason I get a massive amount of dysphoria and imposter syndrome. In too of fatigue, circulation issues, and cramps. Good times ✨

[theherblifeblog]

Israeli Startup Partners with Strainprint to Study Cannabis and Endometriosis

Around the world, approximately 180 million women suffer from endometriosis, a painful condition in which tissue from the uterine lining migrates to other organs in the body.

The displaced tissue continues to act normally in the sense that it thickens and breaks down then bleeds with each menstrual cycle but with no way for the tissue to exit the body it remains and causes irritation and scarring. Often, this leads to pain in the pelvis and surrounding areas and potentially to fertility problems.

Symptoms of Endometriosis Include:

Painful periods

Pain during intercourse

Painful bowel movements

Fatigue

Diarrhea

Constipation

Nausea

Bloating

Infertility

Excessive bleeding during menstruation

Causes of Endometriosis

Currently, there is no known cause for the condition although some members of the medical community speculate that genetics and hormones may play a role, also issues with menstration such as when menstrual blood enters the fallopian tubes. Embryonic cell growth is another potential factor, this is when embryonic cells lining the abdomen and pelvis develop into endometrial tissue within those cavities.

There is no single test physicians use to diagnose endometriosis so it can take years to receive a diagnosis, further confusion can arise when the condition is confused with or includes IBS

Clinical Research is Needed

Lumir Lab and Gynica, an Israeli start-up specializing in cannabis research will work with patient data provided by Canada’s Strainprint Technologies Ltd. to develop a cannabis based treatment. According to Gynica, after the human brain, a woman’s reproductive system houses the most endocannabinoid receptors in the human body.

By providing clinical validation, analysis, custom product formulations, cannabinoid and terpene profiling, Lumir Lab intends to set the international standard for clinically proven cannabis treatments.

"Endometriosis remains one of the most misdiagnosed and least understood medical conditions, and currently, there is no cure," said Professor Moshe Hod, President of the European Association of Perinatal Medicine and Professor of Obstetrics and Gynecology at Tel Aviv University medical school. "Strainprint's early observational studies show that medical cannabis treatment has a positive effect on symptoms related to endometriosis, but much more research is required. Our objective is to identify which active cannabinoids, terpenes, and flavonoids, in relative combination, provide the most effective relief, reduce pain and prevent reoccurrence."

Gynica Senior scientist, Dr. Sari Prutchi Sagiv says "The combination of Strainprint's big data analytics combined with Gynica's scientific team and clinical research capabilities create a unique and innovative approach for providing evidence-based products to patients worldwide, and moreover for women who are under-treated by current solutions." 

The study is expected to run until the second quarter of 2019.

[the-fiction-portal]

Wake up Call

Rating: T (Menstration warning)

Summary: You wake up to a period catastrophe and Tom takes care of you

A/N: Guess who is on her period? >.> also I HAD to add the black puppy since discovering it the other day. I don’t know it’s name but I decided to name her Isabelle(if I find out the name I’ll either change it or keep note for future rreference)You can already guess I’m going to make a longer story about Tom and puppy with an OC because I needed a reason to write about Tom.

“Darling, wake up.”

You open your eyes to stare into beautiful blue eyes. Brown hair was curly and messy with sleep was in your field of vision.

“No...” you squeeze your eyes shut in order to maintain sleep.

“Darling, you had a bit of an accident,” Tom’s voice that should be groggy with sleep was more alert and somewhat urgent.

When he pulls the covers off you and the chill of the early autumn morning seeped into your soul. This causes you to try and curl up to find warmth but it was then it hit you like a ton of bricks. A sharp pain in your pelvis registers in your brain and your eyes opened immediately and you sit up so fast you almost made yourself dizzy.

“Oh my god.” On your pajama trousers were tinged with blood that had already seeped into the white covers. Blood rushes to your face, turning it scarlet as you cover your face with your hands. You haven’t had an accident with your period since the first day you had it. Now you usually always know when it would start so you’d sleep with a pad. This month caught you off guard.

“Tom I’m sorry. I didn’t— I’m usually so”

“Shh, it’s alright. I have two sisters. And it’s perfectly normal. Go have a shower, I’ll take care of it,” Tom takes the hands from your face and kisses you to ease your mind.

“No, I can do it,” you shuffle out of the bed, the pain becoming constant now you are aware of your period coming.

“No, I got this. Leave your clothes and I’ll wash them with the sheets,” Tom tells you and even though you’ve been together long enough to see each other naked, a sudden burst of bashfulness overwhelms you.

Before you can try and argue the sound of whimpering could be heard. It was Isabelle, the puppy was whining meaning it was time to take her outside and get her breakfast.

“Go on, Love. Feel better and I’ll have everything ready,” he tells you a final time and this time you give in.

You undress and swiftly make your way to the bathroom to shower. The hot water warmed your body and you try to not think about the lousiest wake up you’ve ever gotten. How could you soak through your clothes and onto the white sheets?

You finished only to realize in your hurry you didn’t grab any clothes. “Just great,” You mutter at your own stupidity and hurries down the hall back to the bedroom.

I love him.

Tom had already laid out some more comfy clothes for you to put on. You had some sweats or loose pants you particularly wore for your periods. Tom remembered. First thing first was getting the underwear situated before another catastrophe happens. Then you put on your favorite loose pants and an Avengers shirt. Though when you unfold the shirt you realize it was a little big even for your own collection. Tom had given you his shirt to wear because he knows you’re the most comfortable in them.

The bed was stripped as Tom went to remove the sheets. You figure you may as well make the bed while Tom is out with Isabelle. But before you could rummage through the closet for another sheet color to match the current comforter until the door opened and you could hear the excited puppy feet clack on the floor. Isabelle was running down the hall to greet you. Even though you were starting to cramp you had to bend down to pet the adorable black spaniel puppy.

“Hey, Izzy puppy! You went potty?” You pet Isabelle happily and her pink tongue hangs out excitedly. She’s an incredibly good girl. She’s doing well in her potty training.

“Darling? You feeling okay?” Tom asks as he walks down the hall. You grunt as you stood up and cringe. Gravity was a bitch.

“Yes. I was just about to put on new sheets,” you answer him and he shakes his head.

“I have it. Be a sweetheart and feed Isabelle for me,” Tom responds but before you can object he kisses you.

“You thought that would silence me, Hiddleston and just let me say that it absolutely worked,” you smile and his own eyes light up when he returns the smile. Your boyfriend was gorgeous.

“Love you,” he responds in some form of apology and you playfully roll your eyes.

“Love you too,” you say to him and focus on the black puppy who seemed interested in the bedroom. She was only allowed in there in the day where someone was watching her. “Come on Izzy puppy! Breakfast!” You chine cutely for the spaniel who scampers back to the hallway, bee-lining straight for the kitchen.

When Isabelle is happily crunching you go to find Tom making the finishing touches to the bed. You feel embarrassed all over again and you approach slowly, quiet enough to wrap your arms around his middle.

“Feeling alright, Darling?” He asked me and I hum softly.

“Yeah. Sorry about this,” You couldn’t help but apologize. You knew you couldn’t help it but it didn’t change the fact you ruined a slow lazy Saturday morning.

At your apology, Tom turns around in your arms and hugs you gently. A warm hand rhythmically rubs your back, calming you instantly. “Sweetheart you have nothing to apologize for. I grew up with sisters and after hearing how bad they feel all the time I vowed to make any woman in my life as comfortable as possible. I want to make you comfortable. I don’t want you in any pain or discomfort, especially if I can help,” Tom explained and this makes you tear up.

Part of it was probably hormones out of wack from the period but a large part was you were so grateful to have Tom in your life. All over the internet and even in passerby conversation guys just think periods are gross and clearly don’t understand how the female body functions.

“Are you alright? Are you in pain? I can get some medicine.” Tom looked panicked at your tears and you wipe your eyes immediately.

“I’m hurting. But I’m also really happy. I love you, Tom,” you say to him watching him smile brilliantly.

“I love you too my dear,” Tom answers in a way that melted your heart.

Once you were medicated with midol and has some breakfast on you spending a Saturday on the couch with the man you love and an adorable puppy was more than enough to give you happiness.

[northeastartist]

... So I may have solved my estranged summer-to-fall-transition-without-a-single-menstruation-cycle dilemma on my own, or know the partial culprit.

It was stress.

I had good reason. The election wasn't far away, I was in a tough patch in my life (commissions helped me and can still help now support your starving artists and small businesses for the love of G A I A ), and every emotion was going off in my body to the point where my brain said 'wtf is a uterus it sounds like some sort of stomach ulcer' and forgot to regulate my whole did-woman schpeel to, you know, get the bad eggs out. So much external stress and anguish kinda shut off my menstration cycle and my body forgot 'oh yeah I'm subscribed to satan's waterfall and track-spike-to-the-crotch-pain' thing.

It... Its weird I'm happy to have it regulating again.

I never told you about this since it was personal for me and such, and I had like 85 things on my plate I had to scrounge through. I'm still struggling, I feel fucking horrified and want to be with my friends for support, and be with my family. But that won't happen again, until we wrangled the 'vid down.

So that was my life heading towards the end of 2020. 2020 caused my body to malfunction.

[deusaeverythingcomestoanend]

D. Series: The Pirate

Please, let me know what you think of my story so far. I hope I can keep you entertained while we stay at home. 

Chapter 2

I love the Power

People usually cry at a funeral,

Yet your fake tears are unsuitable,

You have absolutely zero empathy,

Your cruel ways shall be your legacy.

Alfric cried as he stood before Bathsheba's father, in between false tears he talked about how she had died after childbirth. He blew his nose into a dirty handkerchief he took out of his pocket, drying his eyes in the process allowing fresh ones to appear. Bathsheba's father only sat on his chair taking a shaking hand to his face in shock. He could not believe a single word Alfric was telling him. Bathsheba had died during childbirth and there had been nothing they could have done to save her life.

"I know this may have come... to you as a surprise, but she died and now we must discuss what are the best actions we can take, Lord David," sobbed Alfric.

David sat there frozen in time. He felt as if time had suddenly halted right after he heard the words 'Bathsheba' and 'died' used in the same sentence. He wished he could have a moment to catch even a gasp of air into his lungs but each deep breath he tried to take in was excruciating. He knew that he would have to make some changes to his last testaments. Whatever he had left for Bathsheba he would have to leave to her only daughter and his grandchild Rebecca. For the time being he just wanted to be alone. He got up from his seat and stumbled out of the room blinded by the tears that blurred his tired old vision. When Alfric made a move to get closer to him, David simply swatted him away.

"I... hope you do not find it rude of me, but for the time being... I... I wish to be left alone... for a while," lamented David making his way out of the room, "I will call on you when I need you. Before I forget, did you not ask for a team of the best midwives to assist with the delivery? What happened?"

"They did, but during the most crucial part of the delivery, the head of the midwives left. They were not able to track her down in time and sadly my wife died," lied Alfric.

"I see," sobbed David leaving the room through a richly decorated hallway. As he walked down the old corridor, his eyes caught the attention of a slash mark that had been fixed by the shaking hands of Bathsheba. He could remember that memory as if it had just happened a few seconds ago.

He had just gotten out of his office, and took notice of his daughter no older than five when she and a little boy played with wooden swords. When she took out a real one from the dark and had slashed the rather ancient tapestry. Not only that, she had cut her opponent enough to draw some blood. David ran to their sides, examined the poor boy who only had not only gotten quite a scare but also a minor scratch. He tore the sword from Bathsheba's hands and slapped her with enough force it knocked her down.

Bathsheba looked up at her father's face with shock as tears welled up in her eyes. She held onto her swollen cheek. Her fearful eyes searched into her father's eyes, trying to understand as to why the man that usually would give her gifts had now caused her pain.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, BATHSHEBA?!" shouted David placing the weapon aside.

Bathsheba only trembled in horror as she looked up at her father and hung up her head. She seemed to be searching for a place to hide under. Then her eyes darted to the boy, who had already run off to cry to his mother over how she had cut him. Bathsheba grabbed onto the blue dress she wore not daring to look up at the angry man before her.

"ARE YOU NOT GOING TO ANSWER ME?!" barked David, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW OLD THIS IS?! DO YOU BATHSHEBA?!"

"No," mumbled Bathsheba her voice so soft it was not even above a whisper.

"WHAT?!" snarled David.

"No!" shouted Bathsheba.

"Do not yell at me," snapped David, "I can hear you just fine."

"Dad, I am sorry," apologized Bathsheba placing her glance back at him.

"You are going to be sorry once I am done with you," heaved David as he brusquely dragged her by the arm. This caused Bathsheba to turn herself into a dead weight, as she tried to pull her arm free from his iron grip.

"NO! DAD, PLEASE!" shrieked Bathsheba as she failed to get away. She did not know what he was going to do with her; however, she seemed to understand that it was going to hurt.

"You need to be taught a lesson, Bathsheba. This way I know you will not be making the same mistake again," reasoned David as he snatched her closer. He brought her to her room and spanked her until he felt she had learned her lesson.

David stared down at the hand which had struck his tiny daughter at that time. Why was the first memory that came to his mind after hearing that Bathsheba was dead had to be the time he hit her? Why not the first day he held her in his arms? What about the time he had witnessed her first steps? Why was he only remembering the bad? Had he not been a good father to her?

That's right, he had not been there. He had been too busy from his tight schedule to even spend time with her. True he had given her gifts, but the little interactions he held with her had been cold. When she came to him growing up showing him what she found interesting he would either yell at her or worst ignore her. On his first chance, he married her off with the first man he could get a hold of, days after she began to menstrate.

"Was I even a good father to you, Bathsheba?" whispered David.

Alfric watched David disappear into the dark corridor a small evil smile forming on his face. He enjoyed that no one in his home would dare report him of his crime. As well as the body of the midwife who had tried to save Bathsheba would never be found. David would change his will, leaving Rebecca with a large fortune. All he would need to do is murder David, and Rebecca is still a child no one would question if she died. Alfric knew he would have to be careful with his next actions or else he would be discovered before he can place his plan into action or it might backfire on him. For the time being, he would go home and make preparations for Bathsheba's funeral. He would spend money on her funeral although he hated to part with a bit of his fortune on a useless woman like Bathsheba. He knew that in order to make money he would have to spend money. For now he would play the role of a grieving widower.

Alfric walked over to the window, and looked at all of the territory that belonged to David. He wanted it all to himself, unfortunately there were only a few inconveniences that stood in his way.

In those large fields only a few miles away, Clement was working on his bit of land. He was pulling the weeds that grew around his crops. Victory fed the chickens and a few sheep that they owned. She ran up to her father carrying a heavy pale of water towards him, spilling a few drops here and there along the way. Clement smiled down at her taking the pale of water from her outreach hands.

"Thank you, Victory, go check on your mother and make sure she is fine," ordered Clement as he placed the pale aside.

"I think she still might be sleeping,"sighed Victory as she crouched down and inspected a flower.

"Just make sure she still is," urged Clement gently pushing Victory to the house.

"When is Aunt May going to come?" asked Victory going inside the house.

"Hopefully by sun down," replied Clement, "why do you ask?"

"I am bored, you both said that once the baby was born I could have someone to play with. The only thing Cronus seems to do is cry, sleep and poop. He can't even sit up yet, and if I do try to play with him, you tell me he is still too weak. He is no fun at all, do you know if my cousin Anne will be with her?" asked Victory.

"I am not sure, now go check on your mother," ordered Clement urging his daughter back inside.

Victory ran back inside the house and made her way to the room where her mother was resting. She got up and opened the door and noticed that her mother was not wide awake. Victory heard the soft sounds of sleep her mother made. Victory sighed as she noticed that it was almost the middle of the day and both her mother and brother were still asleep. She kissed her mother's hand and walked over to the mosses that contained her brother.

"You are very lazy," stated Victory as she poked her sleeping brother's cheek. This startled the sleeping Cronus who awoke at once. He began to whimper then suddenly let out a voluminous wail. His cries startled Godiva awake from her peaceful slumber. Godiva winced as she reached over to her crying son's side.

"Victory, help Mommy get Cronus," whimpered Godiva as she struggled to reach the edge of the mosses. Victory pushed the mosses closer allowing Godiva to snatch baby Cronus up.

"I am sorry, I woke him up," apologized Victory as she shuffled her feet.

"It's alright, Victory, there... there you are alright. Talk to me, Cronus, what happened? Did someone scare you? I know... I know... I know..." soothed Godiva as she rocked Cronus back to sleep, "Victory, tell your father if he can bring me something to eat, I am sure your brother might also be hungry."

Victory nodded her head, running out of the room. She made her way down stairs, when she saw that her father had gotten inside and was his way into the kitchen. He looked down at her and listened to Cronus' tiny wails. Clement raised his right eyebrow in suspicion as he knew what she had done but chose to allow her to come clean.

"I can assume your brother is awake, I thought he wouldn't be up until another hour or hopefully even more. What. Did. You. Do. Victory?" asked Clement his voice getting darker and quieter.

"Mommy told me to let you know that she and Cronus are both hungry," informed Victory avoiding Clement's eyes and looking down at her feet.

"I can hear your brother, but tell me did you wake him up?" asked Clement.

"No," denied Victory keeping her eyes on her shoes.

"Look at me and tell me you didn't," ordered Clement crouching down in front of her.

"I poked him," mumbled Victory stealing a quick glance into Clement's eyes.

"See, was telling the truth so hard?" asked Clement smiling up at his daughter and standing back up. He made his way into the kitchen grabbing some fruit and a piece of stale bread. He also took a mug and filled it with milk. He placed all the items he had collected onto a wooden tray and made his way up stairs. Victory trailed right after him telling him what she believed of her brother so far.

"All he does is sleep," complained Victory, "and smell weird."

"Ah ha Ha HA HA HA!" laughed Clement as he tried to not spill anything he was bringing up to Godiva.

"What is so funny?" demanded Victory tapping her foot and placing her hands on her hips. She resembled her mother so much whenever she did so, even if she had his face.

"It's just that, when you were his age you would always smell weird. I still remember the day, that we brought you into church for you baptism, and when they placed you inside the water you did...you seemed so relaxed and you um... ha ha ha..." laughed Clement, "can you open the door for me?"

Victory walked over to the door knob and twisted it. She pushed it open, stepped aside, and allowed her father through. She closed the door right after he came into the room and made her way to her mother. Godiva had a furious baby Cronus, groaning as he ate his meal. He alternated between groaning and suckling every now and then. Clement placed the food on the nightstand right next to the bed and once more sat down on the rocking chair next to his wife.

"What did I do?" asked Victory climbing up to her father's lap.

"Are you telling her the story of when she peed on one of the baby chicks?" asked Godiva taking a sip from her milk.

"I did what?" asked Victory in both disbelief and disgust.

"No, I was telling her the story of when she got baptized," explained Clement, "well, Victory, you pooped a few moments after being submerged into the water. Both your mother and I knew you were going to do it. You had a habit of emptying your bladder when you were being given a bath. We asked the priest if he wouldn't mind only wetting the top of your head. He replied by telling us that 'Unless the child is submerged in the holy water, she will not be baptized.' I tried to reason with him about your "special" circumstances, but he ignored me.``

"Hee Hee heh," giggled Godiva as she stroked Cronus' cheek as he ate, blowing into his forehead every once in a while.

"The sound of your laughter," sighed Clement smiling at Godiva.

"What?" whispered Godiva.

"I am thankful for your laughter. When I think about the heavenly choir in the sky, I imagine that it is the sound of your laughter. It is the sweetest symphony to my ears, even if it means that we rarely hear music. It is like the first sounds of rain, the soft pitter patter as multiple raindrops touch the ground. It's the sound of Spring after a cold Winter, breathtaking and powerful," romanced Clement, "Whenever you smile I know that I am home; however, it is not until you laugh that I know that I can stay. It lets me know that that resentful beast that guards his treasures is fast asleep, and I can walk past safely without being harmed. It takes my breath away, like knowing I can safely walk across a bridge without falling to my death."

"I do not know if I should be offended that you compared my anger with a monster, or cry that you find my laughter so beautiful," smiled Godiva with tears rolling down her face.

"Daddy! You made Mommy cry!" accused Victory crossing her arms.

"It's alright Victory, Mommy's tears are tears of joy," sobbed Godiva wiping them away with her free hand.

"You can have happy tears?" asked Victory in disbelief.

"Yes, Victory they happen when someone tells you something nice, or when you hear wonderful news," explained Clement kissing the top of her head.

"How?" demanded Victory puffing up her little rosy cheeks.

"Such as now, Victory, I am crying since your Daddy called my laughter beautiful," explained Godiva, "do you remember when your cousin Anne got sick?"

"Yes, we were all worried about her. They say that she was going to die," remembered Victory.

"She did not, and you recollect how happy your Aunt May was when Anne got all better?" questioned Clement.

"Oh yeah, she cried and hugged Anne so tight. Anne told me that she felt as if she could not breathe in Aunt May's arms," stated Victory with a smile.

Godiva removed Cronus from her tit and Clement took him from her arms. He stole a cloth from the nightstand placed both it and Clement on his back and proceeded to pat his back. A few strokes more and Cronus burped into the towel followed by a bit of vomit. The substance was white and looked almost like a mixture of cream and tiny crumbs of fresh cheese. Clement removed the towel and wiped Cronus' mouth. Cronus stretched out a bit but curled right back up into his ball form. Victory stared at her brother and even if she did not like to admit it, he was starting to grow on her. A twinkle began to form in Godiva's eyes as she began to notice the way Victory looked at her brother.

"Do you wish to hold him?" asked Godiva as she took the tray from the nightstand.

"No," lied Victory tearing her eyes away from Cronus.

First Chapter:

https://deusaeverythingcomestoanend.tumblr.com/post/614218140111470592/d-series-the-pirate-i-said-i-was-going-to-do-it

Next Chapter:

https://deusaeverythingcomestoanend.tumblr.com/post/614419924950056960/d-series-the-pirate