#infertility cure

[globalstemcellcare]

Understanding Female Infertility: Causes and Solutions | Female Infertility |

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[coldarena]

biblically accurate ack ack the most gorgeous gorgeous boy ever

[simcardiac-arrested]

robot oc.. u so should ud be so cool for it

i literally was put on this earth to make robot ocs but im so fucking bad at it like i've been trying since at least 2019 and made at least five but there's like some sort of barrier in my brain that activates whenever i try to do anything with them ever

[vigilskeep]

?????? What do you mean Anders is all like, "We have a kid now" when Keir gets back from the Fade ??????? Where did he get the nugget?????

[queen-esther]

I get that this is r/childfree and thus guaranteed to be filled with insanity, but this person actually voiced an opinion I’ve seen others who don’t inherently hate children voice, too.

Why is it that when fertile people get pregnant and have babies, it’s treated as a wonderful miracle and all, but when an infertile woman wants to get pregnant and have a baby of her own just like everyone else, she’s suddenly viewed as selfish and “overly obsessed” with the idea of having a birth child? Like I just don’t think it’s a hard concept to grasp that humans are biologically hardwired to want to pass our genes on to the next generation, and people who can’t automatically conceive naturally aren’t inherently selfish for wanting to create a baby instead of adopt. No one hassles a “normal” couple for not adopting when they’re all, “We’re trying for a baby!” so why are infertile folks treated differently on the subject?

[rosella-writes]

MAN I wanna write a post or fic about infertility as a theme in Dragon Age but I dunno if I have the fortitude

[icehaus]

you’d think me using the term “fear-mongering” would be enough to let you know i don’t take the topic of “low birth rates” seriously but this is the piss on the poor website after all… anyway all i’m saying is if ppl actually cared about the matter they’d put their money where their mouth is and started pouring it into research into fertility affecting disorders but it’s obvious all they actually care about is using it as an argument to further their political agendas

with all the fear-mongering surrounding low birth rates you’d think scientists would be scrambling to find a cure for endometriosis pcos and other such disorders. and yet

[okruchlodu]

+ [ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process. ( i'm not. not saying yen would find a way to get the upper hand on geralt but that's definitely it )

She has not seen the witcher since a while after Rinde, so when he comes flowing like a quiet storm over this isolated corner of the world that harbors only dark, cold winds and secrets, Yennefer does not expect him. She's been in Blackbough for a little over a fortnight now, unassuming and swathed in the elegant, charming airs she puts on as she lodges at the inn, gains favour with those in power so that they might not suspect their ruin is by her hand, pretends to offer her help when the Pellar calls for her ; ravenously charming and powerful, feeding the darkness that has crept into the world around it by her own hand so that they might not extinguish it— she does not have a choice. There's too much to lose if she allows the light to return, here, unto these dark, forbidden swamps that crawl with ancient rites and mysteries; haunted by the unwanted; the abandoned; the forgotten. Here where she might just get what she has always longed for, fill the emptiness inside of her with that which she has been chasing for decades, now.

And, although she must have somehow already suspected it, that he is the Witcher the baron had contracted to put an end to whatever strange, dark creature was drowning their land in its own blood, she hadn't.

So when he comes, she's all breathless, sharp joy, at first, to see him, to have him once more near her (heavens, that deep, strong musk of him, leather and sweat, his heat— that stern, proud mouth she's come to crave now, on hers, wet with ale, furious and burning, searing her with its brutal kiss. ) Yet, too soon, comes the stilted, panicked fear; the anger, that he, of all people, should meddle with her plans, when she is so close, close enough that she can almost feel it; when she has almost grasped that which she is after... She cannot allow it. She must not. The stakes are too high; she's given up too much, has striven too long a time now to get what she desires to abandon it all in the name of something she cannot even make sense of... And thus she does not; she masks her ire away and buries the burning, feverish desire flaming in her blood; she smiles and strings the witcher along with whispered words and promises heatedly kissed with lips and tongue and teeth into every last inch of his body when the hour grows late and dark and she finds him crawling into her bed (always, a desperate, frantic thing between the two of them,pulsing and pulsing, gushing with need. Desire. Dangerous in its furious ferocity; the way she looks at him when he's not looking, as though entranced; the way her body aches for him, cold and empty when he pulls away. She can scarcely breathe for it: that want, that need that clouds her mind, upends her. )

She almost forgets what she is here for.

But the sorceress needs this creature prowling these strange, dark lands— so far away and buried like a dead thing amongst the swamps, far far away from the sunlit valleys of the Bald Mountain, even the sky cannot touch it — alive. She cannot have some hungered wolf prowling the Continent, slaying this beast she means to capture for herself in the name of his sworn path, in the name of his duty, his nature, his fierce, dark hunger and whatever coin he's been promised.

She doesn't.

Deep in the woods she finds herself, thrumming with the Force of her spells, one moonless night where nothing stirs but blood itself within her veins and the icy frost upon the hood of her velvet cloak— when he comes rushing in like a river, flooding the night around her, choking it with his cruel grasp. Shocked, the sorceress recoils — she had put an enchantment upon him before leaving their shared bed and had not expected to be ambushed— pulls away as though from fire with a breathless gasp. Her curls are shielded under the dark hood of her cloak; the sky is starless, a dead thing; but even before they tumble forcefully onto the ground together with him on top of her, and she gasping for air, furious, enraged, already, the enchantress thinks, he knows; heavens, the Witcher knows, and how could he not; a sharp gasp in his ear, her cold, dispassionate eyes flaring violet as they meet his through the thick darkness that envelopes them; the harsh, cold wind howls and picks up with great violence, scattering her scent to the night air. Lilac and gooseberries fill the space between the two of them. She exhales, small hands gloved in sheer black lace furiously pushing at the swell of his chest. Their eyes meet through the shadows, burning. She sees the shock of it, then, the abrupt jolt of recognition flitting about his normally stoic face, so full of something distant and pained as realisation quickly descends upon him like a wild animal sinking its teeth into his throat, that she cannot bear to look a moment longer. Seizing the opportunity of his shocked numbness, stiff and dazed above her, Yennefer utilizes the momentum so that she might push at the strong plate of the wolf's chest, fingers frantically fisting the material of his armour into a tight grip as she thrashes and cries out in frustration, trying to flip them over, wild streams of raven curls cascading around her shoulders as she gasps, forcefully rolling them so that she might straddle his waist, holding him down.

❝ Stop it, Geralt! ❞ violet eyes flash dangerously and meet golden hues.  Her eyes narrow and her chin rises, a sinister, malicious defiance swiftly colouring her expression. Frantic, breathless gasps are parting her lips, but she cannot think about what this strange, blistering sensation crowding her throat means; what that pained, agonizing feeling of something very akin to regret might make her do... No. She cannot let him destroy this; not now. Not after everything she's done to get back what she's owed; what she deserves. Pride would always be her weakness.  It holds her back — as though a taut rope wound tightly about her throat, pulling and pulling—, more often than it helps her.  There is nothing more pathetic than a sorceress in tears— or a weak, fragile one, regretting her choices. No; there shall be no room for regret. Yennefer does not succumb to this emotion. She presses on urgently, eyes flaring a violent shade of purple as she returns her gaze upon him, her quickened pulse pounding in her ears.   ❝ try to touch me again and I shall not hesitate to cut your candle short, witcher. This is no mere threat, but a promise. ❞ a fierce, dark promise as she heatedly presses herself against him, using all of her strength to keep him in place.

@ruinedbycatastrophe

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[sar3nka]

Pet male wants to smoke weed with me and my friendsies but I currently would rather not smoke anything... UGHHH

[truwellth]

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[y-rhywbeth2]

As a bonus, they're also more likely to bleed to death!

Speaking of serial killers and getting off on murder, there's an herb in Toril called Thaerefoil, which is an anticoagulant that helps with inflammation and arthritis (if I'm remembering correctly) and also works as an anaphrodesiac, preventing enough blood gathering to get sexually aroused. Supposedly this only applies to dicks, although I don't see why (there are alternatives, perhaps I'll mention them another time if, for whatever reason, that is desired).

Such an herb is presumably useful both for non-freaks and for my Durge, who I don't let escape from those little mentions of them getting their rocks off to death, but who also really would rather not be doing that (or alienating their friends in the process).

[abbyfmc]

Yandere emperor! X sterile! Reader Headcanons:

-You could well have been his consort, concubine or even his empress when he founds out about your situation.

You had known each other since you were both very young, when he was a simple prince with several wives already.

He was interested in your creative, witty, intelligent and understanding but above all kind personality. He found you unique, which made him fall madly in love with you.

You were already part of his harem when he realized that no matter how hard he tried, he could never get you pregnant. No matter what diet, ritual or medicine you took, you never managed to have an heir or princess with you.

When he made you his wife, he discovered the whole truth about your infertility, which disappointed him, but he didn't let anyone humiliate you for it.

If he found out that another concubine made you barren: he would punish her severely and try to find a remedy to cure your condition.

If he found out that you became infertile on your own: He would be disappointed, he would get angry with you and think that you hate him and then he would see how he would punish you. And then I would try to cure your condition.

He would even spy on you to see if you take birth control behind his back. If you don't, he will accept that you are sterile and that's it; If you take birth control, he would simply take it away from you, claim and punish you for your boldness, and then make you have his babies.

If none of the above is the case, then I would simply let you or have you adopt the children of concubines who were kicked out of the palace, died in childbirth, or who are simply unfit to care for them.

If any concubine mocks your sterility, the Yandere Emperor will kill her without question as a warning to others.

You would be the adoptive mother of his favorite prince and princess, whom he expects you to lovingly raise as if they were your own.

He likes to watch you play with your adopted children.