#menstrual woes

[runawaymarbles]

Every time I do laundry I think of that scene in 10 Things I Hate About You where Bianca says the only reason someone buys black underwear is because they want someone to see it. And I think the screenwriters must have been very on top of their own shit. Because some of us buy black underwear because we CAN NEVER FUCKING COUNT

[peace-and-light-poetry]

"Can you not?"

She called her condition a nuisance And it certainly is one

She talked her to organs Like she addressed a person In a tired tone and an annoyed inflection

Even writing little notes to it

At the moment, she reminded them Her ovaries that they decided to grow cysts And she could feel them pressing

On things

This is unpleasant But, at least, they aren't ruptured (as that would be worse)

Her system was defective And she had to deal with that But, damn, she didn't care for a dull ache

That she knew not the exact source

[gothamite-rambler]

The batgirls on their periods (conclusion)

The batgirls on their period and how the boys handle them. My Aunt Flo is visiting this month and period woes should be told. All right, let’s do this thing!

Stephanie rested on the floor in the fetal position. She groaned from the intense cramps her period bestowed on her. Tim walked into the living room spotting her on the ground next to the couch.

Tim: Why are you on the floor?

Stephanie (uncomfortable): I attempted to readjust myself on the couch, and then I was on the ground. That's when the stomach cramps entered the mix and I am in too much cramp pain to want to get up. Why are these always so... intense?

Tim: You might have a medical condition related to the-

Stephanie (seething): I need you to stop doing what you usually do. I seriously don’t want to kick you in the crotch and mind you I’m at the level to do so.

Tim (not concerned): Sorry, it's hard turning it off. Um, do you... Do you need anything?

Stephanie (sardonic): For us to switch places and you go through this.

Tim shook his head with a frown.

Tim: Nah, I'm good.

Stephanie: It feels like an elephant is standing on top of my ovaries and… bouncing.

Tim: That is… oddly descriptive.

Stephanie chuckled raising her hand to talk with it.

Stephanie: Because it’s real, mon frère. At least I still have my humor.

She moaned in pain once more from the elephant bouncing pain.

Stephanie: I think this is it, Timothy. Leave me here to die. Tell my family I loved them and tell Kite-man not to attend my funeral. I’m serious, lock the doors if he tries to step foot at my burial service.

Tim rolled his eyes and helped his friend up.

Tim: At least lay on the couch.

Stephanie: Yes, I'll lay here and suffer.

Tim laid her on the couch and placed a pillow behind her head.

Tim: I can get you an ice or heating pack. That helped when I got kicked in the stomach.

Stephanie: Hmmm, bring me the warm one and Nutella and more carrots... And pain meds. The kind that will let me sleep like a baby.

Tim: Gotcha. Anything else?

Stephanie, raising her pointer finger spoke as if she was an old lady.

Stephanie (sounding like an old lady): Blanket, child. A fuzzy one.

Tim (sympathetic): You just rest. I will take care of you until your period ends. I'll also tell Bruce you're too... Sore is the word I want to use, yeah, too sore to go out tonight.

Stephanie: Thank you. You're the best.

Tim: I try to be.

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Dick Grayson got the angry side of the menstrual cycle. Something he dealt with since knowing Barbara and it was never a fun time. 

Barbara was not happy with her replacement cake. A vanilla and chocolate mixed cake that Dick bought at the grocery store.

Barbara: This isn't the same cake! It has vanilla in it! You bastard!

Barbara hurled the cake at Dick, hitting him squarely in the face with pinpoint accuracy. The cake quickly slid off, leaving behind a smattering of icing and crumbles clinging to his features. He inhaled sharply, his heavy breaths mingling with surprise.

Dick (mantra): Maintain peace. Maintain peace.

Barbara (crying): Why did you eat my cake? I needed it at this time!

Dick wiped cake out of his eyes, reminding himself he had to be calm when Barbara was going through PMDD during her time of the month.

Dick: Maybe you shouldn't have said I could eat the rest.

Barbara (shouting): You shouldn't have listened to me! I was naive back then!

Dick (losing his temper): It was… two days ago!

Barbara pouted then burst into more sobs, her makeup smearing and her glasses fogging from the tears.

Barbara (crying harder): You... YOU YELLED AT ME!

Dick (panicked): Don’t cry- How was I supposed to know your period was coming on?!

Barbara: You live with Bruce Wayne! The man tracks... everything! I thought you'd have the knowledge to do the same.

Dick (softly): I really don't. You seemed to fail at that too.

Barbara (angry): I was a few days off okay?! This is such shit! I’m tired and bloaty, and I can’t focus! I want to get to work, but my brain is foggy. Worst of all... you made me cry!

Barbara sobbed, her hands covering her face as her tears flowed. Dick let out a sigh and carefully approached her. He wrapped his arms around her, offering a comforting hug to reassure her that everything would be alright.

Dick: I know you're dealing with a tough week, and I really can't handle another sore foot. Why don't you take a break? Shut down this room for the night and give yourself some time to rest. I can swing by and pick up a big box of your favorite chocolates, along with a teddy bear you can use to vent your frustrations instead of taking it out on me. Just take some space until you’re ready to dive back into work and I'll try to do comms for the night.

Barbara (sniffling): That might actually help. I’m really sorry for yelling at you and running over your foot. The cake throwing was out of line too. I guess my PMDD makes me a bit harder to handle sometimes.

Dick (sarcastically): No really I couldn't tell.

Barbara: Can you not tell anyone I cried either?

Dick (smiling): I’d rather forget all of this happened, secrets safe with me.

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Jason got lucky with the calmer side of the cycle, even though Cass is a bit shy about discussing it. Her birth father wasn’t really the type to take on the responsibility of raising a daughter properly. Bruce tried his best, but it was always a little awkward between them. At least Jason is a better person to take along to the local convenience store for menstrual supplies.

Cass walked over to Jason, carrying four different brand boxes of menstrual pads.

Cass: I couldn't figure out what to get so I picked each brand they had. I swear you think one brand will do its job and then… it doesn’t.

Jason shook his head, not wanting to dwell on what she meant. He closed his eyes, already regretting what he was about to say.

Jason: Never tell anyone this, but Artemis recommends the Playtex. Just get that so we can go.

Cass: Artemis suggested that? Okay, that’s the one to buy.

Cass handed Jason the Playtex box and then pushed the other brand boxes onto a store shelf.

Jason (blushing): All right, take this back please.

Cass giggled as she took the box back and tucked it under her arm.

Cass: I'm glad you took me to the store, you’re the best.

Cass tried to hug her brother, but he stepped aside.

Jason: Don't hug me in a convenience store as you're shopping for pads. I’m just as uncomfortable as you.

Cass (smiling): I'll give you that hug later. Oh if it's okay can you buy me a lot of caramel candies? I'm not a chocolate person honestly and these pads are expensive. 

Jason grabbed five bags without hesitation.

Jason: As long as I'm not paying for the...  Pads.

Cass: You so silly. You said Artemis has her own time of the month.

Jason (blushing): Yeah I don't- I don't help her out with that. Amazon women... not nice during that time. She screams at me if I talk to her during that pe- ti- situation. At least you're not as... Punchy as she is.

Cass: Yeah I'm pretty mellow during this time. Just bad cramps and feeling mushy.

Jason (sheepishly): That's... not mood swings. Good… for you. I think. This is my life right now.

Cass laughed, patting Jason on the arm.

Cass: Pretty much. I'm surprised you came in the store with me though.

Jason: I mean I wanted to help you out... because I care about you and I saw how nervous you were.

Cass sniffled with a smile.

Jason: Yeah I know I'm awesome. Let's check out. You go first.

Cass: I don't blame you.

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Kate has been through her cycle enough times to be used to it. Her and Bruce were at Chili's (Not by Bruce's choice) and talk about menstrual cycles. Kate does all of the talking, Bruce is regretting ordering the burger.

Kate (chewing): I swear this one week is the bane of every woman who has to suffer through it. Blood coming out of that area, the aching and throbbing can be intense when my cramps start. It’s like someone is drilling a corkscrew into my uterus. The entire week is nothing but exhaustion, even walking is difficult. Then there’s the diarrhea and your breasts-

Bruce dropped his fork and slammed his fist on the table to silence his cousin. She let out a chuckle.

Bruce: Why are you telling me this while we're at a chain restaurant?

Kate laughed, taking another bite of her steak. 

Kate: You're my cousin and that gives me the right to gross you out. That and you have to know this by now. You have daughters.

Bruce: I'm starting to wish I had all boys.

Kate (mockingly): You boys are so sensitive about this stuff. How do you think we feel? 

Kate snatched a fry from Bruce's hand and popped it into her mouth. He had intended to eat that.

Bruce (monotone): You want the rest of my fries?

Kate: N- I’ll take a couple.

Kate grabbed a fist full of fries and plopped them on her plate.

Kate: Brucie, just support us like you do already and we won't cuss you out.

Bruce (doubtfully): Yes you will.

Kate: I’m lying you got me. You're doing a great job though, cuzzo.

Bruce (sweetly): I’m glad that I am.

Part 1

[isawthismeme]

[unavernales]

he's on his period. send emergency dark chocolate and a heating pad, please.

[ect0byte]

I just found out my menstrual cycle is 34 (!!!) days and I’m gonna go out on a limb and proclaim that the decrepitness of my old soul is what’s causing that

[fictionally-driven]

In Sickness and in Health - Part 1

Pairing: Jiyan x f! reader, Scar x f! reader (Separate) Plot: Some headcanons on how WuWa men would take care of a sick f! reader followed by a small plot on them finding the reader to be ill. trigger warnings: illness, caregiving, nausea, vomiting, unconventional remedies, predefined relationships, mentions of pregnancy (no one is pregnant!) , pet names

AN: Part 2 will be Mortefi and Calcharo, Part 3 will be Aalto and Yuanwu. Inspired by @local-x-reader 's work - Flowers for me?

JIYAN

Headcanons:

Ever since you and Jiyan started dating, his medicinal gourd has become your personalized first-aid kit. Allergies bothering you? He has antihistamines at the ready. Monthly menstrual woes? He stocks up on the best menstrual products and painkillers. Prone to migraines? He never forgets to carry tablets. Jiyan is always prepared to care for you at a moment’s notice.

Jiyan's keen senses pick up on your illness before you even realize it. The slightest change in your behavior or the faintest hint of discomfort doesn't escape his notice. He's there with a gentle hand on your forehead, a soft question about how you're feeling, even before you can put it into words.

Jiyan's cooking skills come in handy when you’re feeling under the weather. If you have stomach problems, he’ll make something light and easy to digest like a soothing broth or plain rice with some gentle herbs. If you’re suffering from cramps, he’ll whip up a meal rich in omega-3 fatty acids, such as a salmon dish or chia seed pudding. For colds, his go-to is a hearty soup filled with anti-inflammatory ingredients like turmeric and ginger. His cooking isn't just delicious; it's a heartfelt remedy tailored to your needs.

The General in him takes a backseat when you're sick, letting the compassionate medic take over. Jiyan becomes incredibly attentive, constantly checking on you, ensuring you're comfortable and have everything you need.

Jiyan is always on top of everything when it comes to taking care of you. He keeps track of your medication schedule, making sure you never miss a dose. He adjusts the room temperature to your comfort, brings you extra blankets, and even stays up late to monitor your condition. If you have a fever, he gently wipes your forehead with a cool cloth, and if you're nauseous, he's there with a basin, ready to hold your hair in place while calming you down with soothing words.

To brighten your day, Jiyan will bring you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He knows how much you love them, and their presence always brings a smile to your face, no matter how ill you feel.

Returning from your latest mission, you could feel every step weighing heavier than the last. The water you had drunk during the mission had left your throat feeling like sandpaper, and a fever had begun to creep up on you. But this was a busy time for everyone, and you couldn't afford to show any weakness. You pushed through, ignoring the throbbing in your head and the chill settling in your bones.

Jiyan was away in Jinzhou for some official business. You didn’t want to bother him with something as trivial as a cold, so when your Pangu terminal rang, you straightened up and forced a cheerful tone.

"Hey, Jiyan!" you greeted, trying to mask the hoarseness in your voice.

"Hello, love," Jiyan's voice came through, warm and comforting. "How was the mission?"

"Exhausting," you replied, attempting a laugh that came out more like a cough. "But nothing I can't handle. Just really tired, you know?"

Jiyan’s keen senses picked up the strain in your voice. "Are you sure you're just tired? You sound a bit off."

"Yeah, yeah, just tired," you reassured him, forcing a smile even though he couldn’t see it. "I’ll be fine after a bit of rest tonight."

"Alright," he said, though his voice carried a hint of doubt. "Make sure you get plenty of rest. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Of course. Talk to you soon, Jiyan."

You ended the call and sighed, leaning against the wall for a moment before pushing yourself off to file your mission report. The sooner you finished, the sooner you could collapse into bed.

You were slower than usual as you prepared the report, almost dozing off in between. What would usually take you an hour, took you three this time. As soon as you filed the report, you pushed yourself off the chair, ready to greet your bed. The sky was littered with scars and you could hear the chatter of the Rangers who were allocated to the night shift. By the time you headed towards your allocated room, your vision was starting to blur with fatigue and fever. You barely registered the figure waiting by your door until you got closer.

"Jiyan!?" you whispered, shocked to see him standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Before you could say anything else, Jiyan closed the distance between you and placed his palm against your forehead, his expression shifting to one of deep concern.

"You’re burning up," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?"

"I didn’t want to worry you," you mumbled, leaning into his touch. "You have so much going on already."

Jiyan shook his head, slipping an arm around your waist to support you. "You’re my priority too, love. Come on, let's get you inside."

He guided you into your room, helping you sit down on the edge of the bed. Setting the flowers aside, he went straight into medic mode. He placed a cool cloth on your forehead and fetched a glass of water.

"Drink this slowly," he instructed, holding the glass to your lips. "We need to keep you hydrated."

You took small sips, feeling the cool water soothe your parched throat. "Thank you, Jiyan," you murmured.

He smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You don’t have to thank me. I’m here to take care of you."

Jiyan then moved to unpack his medicinal gourd, pulling out various items. He gave you some fever-reducing medicine and an antihistamine to ease your symptoms.

"Here, take these," he said, handing you the pills. "And I’ve got some soup cooking for you in my quarters. It’s got ginger and turmeric—good for fighting off infections."

You nodded, taking the medicine obediently. As you settled back against the pillows, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for his presence. "How did you get here so fast?"

"I took the fastest route I could," he replied, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "I knew something was wrong when we talked. I couldn’t just stay in Jinzhou knowing you were unwell."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you reached out to take his hand. "You’re amazing, you know that?"

Jiyan chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. "I just care about you. Now, rest while I finish up the soup."

You closed your eyes, feeling the fever slowly begin to abate under his care. The scent of ginger and turmeric soon filled the room, and before long, Jiyan returned with a steaming bowl of soup.

"Here you go," he said, sitting beside you. "Careful, it’s hot."

He fed you spoonful of the warm, nourishing soup, and you could feel the effects of it.  "You didn’t have to come all the way here," you said, feeling tears prick at your eyes

"Of course I did," Jiyan replied, his voice softening. "I can’t focus on anything knowing you’re unwell. Never think you're a bother to me," he continued, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter despite your condition. “You mean everything to me," he said softly. "I hate seeing you like this."

"I’ll be okay," you assured him, reaching out to take his hand. "Especially with you here."

He squeezed your hand gently. "I’m not going anywhere," he promised. "I’ll stay right here and take care of you."

As you finished the soup, Jiyan continued to fuss over you, making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. He brought the flowers closer, their sweet scent filling the room and lifting your spirits.

"These are beautiful," you said, admiring the bouquet.

"I thought they might cheer you up," he said, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"They do," you said, feeling a surge of affection for him. "You always know how to make me feel better."

"That’s because I love you," he said simply, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"I love you too, Jiyan," you whispered as you laid down, your eyes feeling heavier by the minute. "Thank you for coming back…" you said, your voice heavy with sleep.

"I’ll always come back for you," he replied. “Every time.” You felt his lips brush against your forehead as you closed your eyes. And with that, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that as long as Jiyan was by your side, you’d always be well taken care of.

SCAR

Headcanons:

Despite his chaotic nature, Scar is utterly obsessed with you. If you so much as sneeze, he’s immediately by your side, eyes wide with concern and hands hovering as if unsure where to start.

The first time you fell sick, you didn’t expect Scar to be so devoted. His usual unserious demeanor disappeared, replaced by a palpable worry that made his antics seem like a distant memory. Even with just a simple migraine, he insisted that you see a medic, his anxiety clear in every word and action.

He constantly checks in on you, whether through calls, texts, or physically being there. He needs to know you’re okay, and his concern manifests in frequent, albeit endearing, interruptions to your day.

Scar is relentless in his encouragement for you to rest and take it easy. He’ll do everything in his power to ensure you don’t overexert yourself, including taking on your responsibilities.

Scar refuses to leave your side when you’re sick. He’ll camp out in your room, insisting on being there for anything you might need, and his presence, though sometimes a bit overwhelming, is undeniably comforting.

Scar's methods of care might be unconventional, ranging from brewing bizarre herbal concoctions to attempting ancient rituals he read about somewhere. Despite their eccentricity, his intentions are always pure—he just wants to see you well again.

Once you start feeling better, Scar continues his care with aftercare rituals that are part sweet and part eccentric. He might insist on daily massages or reciting protective chants to ward off any lingering illness.

The night had been restless, your stomach churning uncomfortably from something you ate the previous evening. As dawn broke, waves of nausea swept over you, accompanied by clammy sweats and uncontrollable shivers. By morning, you were pale and weak, unable to keep anything down.

In your dimly lit room, you clutched your stomach, hoping the queasiness would pass. Scar's usual chaotic presence was nowhere to be seen, which almost felt like a relief in your current state of misery. However, just as you began to resign yourself to a day of suffering alone, the door burst open with a bang.

"Guess what, little lamb!" Scar's voice echoed through the room, filled with a strange mix of excitement and triumph. "I managed to trick a few more Rangers into joining our cause! Can you believe it? They fell for the old 'lost patrol' routine like it was their first day out of the academy!"

You winced at the noise, trying to shield yourself from his exuberance. "Scar, not now," you managed to mutter weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.

But as Scar's gaze swept the room, his excitement faded into pure shock. His eyes widened as he took in your pale complexion, your trembling form, and the obvious distress etched on your face.

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice suddenly serious.

You barely had time to mutter a weak reply before another wave of nausea hit. You hurried to the restroom, barely making it to the toilet before retching once more. Scar followed close behind, his usual exuberance replaced by a rare seriousness as he knelt beside you, holding your hair back and rubbing your back soothingly.

"Are you... pregnant?" he blurted out, his concern mixing with his usual lack of filter.

You shot him a dirty look as you shuddered, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "No," you managed to mumble, leaning back against the cool tiles. "Ate something bad..."

"Little lamb, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this?" he asked softly, helping you to sit back against the wall.

"I didn’t want you to see me like this," you admitted, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable.

Scar shook his head, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You think a little sickness is going to scare me away? Tsk.” He looked almost offended. He got up to leave you in the bathroom, only to return a few moments later.

He fetched a glass of water and a damp cloth, gently wiping your face and neck. "You need to stay hydrated," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "And rest. I’ll take care of everything else. Let's get you cleaned up, first, Hm?"

Throughout the day, Scar remained by your side, his usual antics subdued by genuine concern. He fetched cool cloths for your forehead, brought you small sips of water to keep you hydrated, and even attempted to brew some bizarre herbal remedy he claimed would settle your stomach.

"You know, I read about this plant that's supposed to cure everything from heartbreak to the plague," he mused, stirring a pot of leaves and roots that smelled surprisingly pleasant. "I figured it might help."

Despite your skepticism, his efforts were oddly comforting. Scar's presence was a constant, his chatter and eccentric care slowly easing your discomfort. He stayed close, ensuring you didn't feel alone in your misery.

As the day wore on and your symptoms began to subside, Scar insisted on continuing his aftercare rituals—massaging your shoulders to relieve tension, reciting what he called protective chants to ward off any lingering illness, and even preparing a simple broth to tempt your appetite.  His care was unconventional—his attempts at chanting ancient healing spells were met with your amused disbelief—but his presence was undeniably comforting. He refused to leave your side, camped out on the floor beside your bed with a makeshift nest of blankets and pillows.

As evening fell and you finally managed to keep down some broth, Scar sat beside you, his usual chaos subdued to a quiet vigilance. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gaze soft with a rare tenderness.

"You really had me worried, little lamb," he admitted quietly. "I don’t like seeing you like this."

"I’m sorry," you murmured, feeling guilty for not letting him know sooner.

"Don’t apologize," he said firmly, his hand finding yours. "Just promise me you’ll tell me next time. I’m here for you, no matter what."

Despite his eccentricities and chaotic nature, Scar’s devotion to you was undeniable. His antics might drive you crazy on a daily basis, but in moments like these, you couldn’t imagine anyone else by your side.

"You should get some rest," he said gently, tucking the blankets around you a bit tighter. "I’ll be right here, little lamb."

You reached out to squeeze his hand, the nickname now a term of endearment. "I know," you replied softly. "And I appreciate it, Scar."

He smiled, a genuine expression that softened his rugged features. "Anything for you, even the world, should you ask." he murmured, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

You closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion pulling you under, but not before whispering a heartfelt thank you to the man who had barged into your life in the most unexpected and chaotic of ways.

"Goodnight, Scar," you murmured, already drifting off.

"Goodnight, little lamb," he whispered back, bringing your hand, closer to his lips, pressing feather light kisses on each of your finger. Scar stayed true to his word, watching over you with a protective gaze that spoke volumes of his love and unwavering devotion

WuWa Masterlist

[ghoultrifle]

aurora noticed her pads were being stolen before she got the chance to use them herself and thought phantom was doing some weird five minute crafts things with them but no, phantom just wasnt given any menstrual stuff that worked for him (“i am NOT putting THAT up there!” and also swiss knowing that with how much he forgets to use the bathroom he’d absolutely accidentally give himself toxic shock syndrome) so instead of asking someone to buy him pads he just stole hers

ahh some trans ghouls on this fine tuesday evening <33 cw for menstruation !!

anon this is such a sad ask, i keep thinking about it and feeling so bad for ant. not only was he summoned in the wrong body but there was no one there to support him through the woes of uteri, unlike with aurora :((

she confronts him in a regrettably aggressive tone, demanding he show her what he's been doing with them. when he breaks down crying and apologising she immediately switches to Big Sister mode though. she takes him through all the different products and how they work. she rates them on lots of different scales like dysphoria, potential sensory issues, effectiveness, eco-friendliness. he settles on pads (and definitely puts them sticky-side to his pussy the first time sdkalfjhasdf).

him and rory are just best buddies and they always hold space for each other. just- them <33

[six-sanguine-wings]

"Égalité, Équité, Amour"

Arlecchino x Fem!Menstruating!Reader ❗NS//FW! MDNI❗

W/C: 1.8k

Amy Robsart  exhibited 1877  William Frederick Yeames  1835-1918  Presented by the Trustees of the Chantrey Bequest 1877 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N01609

From a sea of swelling sanguine tears and a bludgeoning ache in your belly, you wonder if your body is cursing you for being a woman.

At the foot of a stair flight, you lay with your arms encircling your belly and your fingers clawing into the guipure and silk of your nightgown as though your nails could bite away the gnawing agony in your uterus. 

Dawn mounts the skies, dying the unreachable tent into a blur of mellow hues but even as young sunlight reaches your eyes, the moon persists, full and beautiful and snide, reeling the tides into its reign. And there you remain, defeated, a sitting duck to this awful gory orbit, groaning amidst the quietude and weeping into your hair—a mess of locks strewn about the cold ground—collapsed as if you’re prostrating yourself at the heels of the moon’s grandeur.

How cruel.

Grueling and sordid.

Blood leaks into the kerchief between your legs. Carnage stains are a trifle amid the ravage in your stomach. 

You hardly hear stilettos clicking nearby, barely sense a towering figure hover above you, and then lean in close, charcoal-red irises probing into your form, sharp hands sweeping your tresses away from your tear-soaked eyes,, then a familiar scent enveloping your senses: traces of sweet vanilla, red clover, incense smoke, ash and iron…

“Oh ma chérie,” she mutters into your ear, voice slow and temperate. “menstrual pains again?”

For a fleeting moment you think an angel is whispering, and then you chuckle wearily at the thought.

“What made it obvious?” You don’t notice how fragile your voice is.

“I notice what you think I don’t.” You want to ask her for an example, and she knows, so Arlecchino presses on. “Such as when you sent yourself tumbling down the stairs.” She motions towards the steep bane of your existence wih a succint swoop of her hand. “Count your blessings that you didn’t wake the others within the house. The children… Don’t take kindly to interrupted mornings. As you know well.” 

Arlecchino weaves derision into her voice with such measured intent that you have to strain your ears to hear it amongst the sore ebb and flow in your low abdomen. Dropping your mirthelss half-smile, you hum, hollowly.

“The Knave is sharp, and impartial so long as her children are concerned; or so she is reputed. If that is so, you would leave me here but…” Arlecchino steps forth just as you say this, cutting your sunlight sparse and scooping you into her clutch with one arm hooked hunder your knees and the other locked around your upper back. She lingers here, with you against her chest, for a moment. “...You won't.”

Arlecchino smiles, ambiguous. "Fille futé.”

Cogency coming in shallow waves, you sparsely remember the trek back upstairs, only the warmth around your limbs and the familiar light notes accompanying it—sweet vanilla, red clover, incense smoke, ash and iron…

Within the quiet comfort where your bedroom once was, Arlecchino draws the drapes closed, provides you a clean cotton cloth to change into, then another, heated wool towel for your stomach. Forever incomplete, it soothes away the ache and leaves behind your woes. 

When she lays you in a bed made surprisingly of fresh sheets and new quilts, Arlecchino strokes her black thumb across your cheek, slow and tentative; unwilling to part but moving gingerly. She always touches you like your skin is glass. Eyes of charcoal and blood rove every part of you but elude your own gaze. You watch her from below—you always find yourself below her—in silence, watch her eyes, their beautifully anomalous quality and the permanent tiredness hanging in light bags beneath them—and pore over her swelling temptation as she studies the loose slip of your nightgown’s strap, the way gauze creases and bends where your curves pull together, how silk falls upon your skin like dew on an untouched leaf…

…And like a soaring bug, she finds you, lands on you, her tinted lips sealing yours. 

Peruere doesn’t kiss you weakly—she is never weak, but composite, like a fine Inazuman blade with soft and hard steel that could cut through a God. You learned that about her, though not easily. Her lips move, taking yours in their delicate, careful hold. She’s so light that you hardly notice when you push her away, only the empy coldness left behind.

“I shouldn’t—we shouldn’t be doing this again.” Your words come in feverish, dubious drawls. 

“And why is that?” 

“Can’t you control yourself, Knave?”

“I can’t control you. ” Can’t control you from provoking me. 

“Oh, Have I defeated the undefeatable fourth?” You laugh wryly. Her hand comes to rest on your clothed, tender, swollen breast. A spark ignites in your sore belly, sending flames high into your cheeks, then the bleeding space between your thighs. You press them together. Peruere squeezes your mound decisively. 

Like anger, lust makes us wreckless. 

In the delirious moments that follow, Peruere discards your layered panties, pushes the laced hem of your skirt to your hips, and finds your sensitive, bloodied slit with her cold, slender, sharp fingers. Two roll your blood-soaked clit ruthlessly and you gasp, digging your incisor into your lip to stifle yourself.

It’s befitting, really: in pleasuring you, keeping you placated and docile, Perrie soils her hands, coats them in carnage.

“Whatever is the matter, ma chérie?” Arlecchino coos, revoking her touch and letting you burn to nothing. “You were so chatty not a moment ago.”

“You change your mind quickly, hm?” Your words slur together. “‘Father’isn’t as stern as she acts. I thought her ‘children’ were all e-equals, and yet— a-ah…"

Arlecchino pushes two fingers into your wet tightness, killing your words aptly.  The way she moves provokes you slowly, digits curving into the places you're sensitive to, igniting your every nerve and setting your skin aflame. 

“I should find a better use for that tongue you love to run,” Arlecchino mulls darkly, when her thumb finds your clit and you whine. She's moving quicker, pushing you harder, your heaving breaths coming in an arrhythmic chorus of gasps, clumsily shaped around her name. Ringing builds in your ears and tears blend your vision into a diaphanous blur; you think you hear an insidious,  scornful remark, the subtle tut-tut of a clicking tongue. Soon, a familiar, sweltering knot twists your stomach. It's bashful, delirious and sensational, convulsing and building and trudging and trudging and—

—The Knave pulls away and you falter into an incompete pile of ash.

“It will come off", Arlecchino tells you, apropos of the red spot soiling your dainty nightgown. It isn't what worries you.

“And if it doesn't?” You ask, somewhat indifferent, as you peel away another layer of her suit. It isn't the first time you've done this, but in a sobering, momentary thought, you find yourself uncertain. Of this intimacy, of this miserable affection which tethers you to the Father of the Hearth. As you work away the buttons on her blouse, she rests her hand on the small of your back as if to quell your nascent thoughts, to do what she would never in the presence of her ‘children’—touch you, kiss you, show you undeserving care, and cause you to pine for these affections, a craving that crashes upon you in waves, not unlike your menstrual pains, until you collapse.

“Then I'll buy you a new one—a better one.” 

You wrestle with the knot that secures her pretty black panties, entranced by the tantalizing wetness beneath. 

“I hope you aren't underestimating your ‘children’,” you say in retrospective consideration.  Arlecchino pushes your back to the mattress, now a tempest of curled sheets. 

“I never do.” 

“I see.”

You writhe and Peruere groans when she slides herself between your parted legs. From the position that she leaves you in, you can study her countenance perfectly, pore over the lust pooling in her bleeding twin charcoal eyes, find that it matches your own. Then she moves her vulva against yours, her clit abusing your own in an incessant rhythm. She holds nothing back, and somehow you feel small like this—held captive beneath her, as though you're incarcerated, if not by her arms then by the desire that seems to adhere you at the meeting between your thighs. Your voice comes in a strangled chain of moans but Arlecchino catches your lips in hers, promptly stifling you.

“What is it…” you pant, voice muffled between smothering kisses, “that keeps bringing you back to me when you say you know better?”

Lust is too superficial a word but love is too demanding, too hopeful. 

“It's… the same reason why you let me come back.” Temptation, fondness? What an elusive answer. “I've seen the way you stare at me, ma belle, even when you fancy I don't.” (“I notice what you think I don't”—her words bounce across the walls of your psyche like a malicious echo.) 

At times you wonder if Arlecchino can hear your thoughts—she pulls your low neckline below your breasts and kneads your flesh in an avaricious hand. You sigh into her open clavicle. 

“I hate secrets, you know.” Which is ironic because what is the Knave besides an assimilation of secrets? 

"Then you should know better than to love me.”

“I don't love you…” 

“No,” Arlecchino piches your nipple as she says this, twisting it to the frail threshold of pleasure and pain. “But you crave me.”

Your lips part to release a retort but Arlecchino promptly silences you in a sweeping kiss. She's far from forbearing this time, stabbing her teeth into your bottom lip so that you shed a sonorous cry and a blood beadlet. You can't blame her—flames are vicious, born to consume, scalding away your pains and your woes and the remnants of your self until all that remains is a heap of ash and bones bearing your extinct legacy. 

Her tongue tangles with yours, burning the taste of her flesh into your palate: sweet vanilla, red clover, incense smoke, ash and iron… 

Arlecchino is the son et lumiére she casts and the shadows that dance at their feet. 

You smile.

She calls your first name. 

"Come with me, ma chèrie,” Peruere moves faster now, more erratically, like she’s desperate to choke you of the life in your lungs. And you don’t resist her because…

I want you to hold me like this.

A fire ignites your soul that the oceans cannot temper, beginning at the junction between your thighs and stretching to your overwrought heart.

In the final intimate moment you share with a woman so forbidden, you both stumble and fall into the fell clutch of ecstasy, wrapped in a lover's embrace.

The next thing you care enough to remember, the horrible ache in your womb is gone, and so is Peruere.

But as the wretched blood moon, you know she will return. 

It brings you a strange comfort. 

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59864137

[silmkinkmeme]

Promptfest Index

The kinkmeme's month-long Promptfest is over! Thank you everyone who followed it, reblogged the prompts and wrote fills for them. The Promptfest was certainly a success as it's seen a drastic increase in the number of prompts and fills during the last month. As of now, there are 351 prompts and 169 works in the collection as well as several new prompts in Prompt Post 1 on dreamwidth.

I will give it a few weeks and sum up the fics that have been written for Promptfest prompts. We already have several. For now, take a look at the Promptfest Index below, maybe you'll like some of the prompts. You can even find inspiration for @silmsmutweek or @silmsmutexchange in some of the prompts.

Day 1 - Celegorm/Orome, Celegorm/many others - gangbang

Day 2 - Gen/optional ships - Shaving

Day 3 - Caranthir/Haleth/Caranthir's Wife - anything

Day 4 - Pregnancy/Breeding kink Curufin/Finrod

Day 5 - Phantom of the Opera inspired orc-elf relationship

Day 6 - Eärwen/Finarfin- gentle femdom, hair kink

Day 7 - Fingolfin gets fucked by Ringil's hilt

Day 8 - Any - Menstrual Sex 

Day 9 - Elrond, the dragon, kidnaps Disa, the princess

Day 10 - Gap Filler - Post-Nirnaeth Wanderings of the SoF

Day 11 - Feanor rides Nerdanel's strap

Day 12 - Tulkas/Fingon, Sexy Times

Day 13 - Turgon and Maeglin

Day 14 - Russingon - Introducing a third/proxy fucking

Day 15 - Maedhros as a werewolf

Day 16 - Finrod/Maglor

Day 17 - Fingon and Finrod Helcaraxe Bonding

Day 18 - Maedhros doms Fingon to trust himself again

Day 19 - Elros seduces Maglor

Day 20 - Rarepair woes: Finrod/Maedhros/Maglor

Day 21 - Nolofinweans should be leashed, sexily

Day 22 - Soft Russingon - comfort fic

Day 23 - Touch-starvation and non-sexual intimacy

Day 24 - Kink-Rape/Noncon

Day 25 - Anthology of female friendship

Day 26 - Maedhros/Maglor, king/vassal dynamics

Day 27 - maedhros and maglor share each other's partners

Day 28 - Maglor time travel AU

Day 29 - Aredhel/Fingon (Others/Fingon), Feminization

Day 30 - Indis doms Feanor

[warriorofdragons]

Woe Is Menstruation

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Language,NSFW(18+ Only) Vaginal Fingering, Nudity, Menstruation, Menstrual Blood

You smooth back your wet hair and groan. The cramps have been relentless today and your period just started yesterday. You adjust the water some more and let out a heavy sigh. Your eyes snap open when there’s a knock on your bathroom door accompanied by your boyfriend’s voice. “Hey, Pumpkin, you mind unlocking the door for me?” Cole asks. “Yeah,” you reply in a small, tired voice. With great reluctance you leave the spray of hot water and squeeze out your hair a little before making your way to the bathroom door. Upon hearing the click of the lock, your boyfriend cracks the door open and greets you with one of his usual cheerful smiles. You give him a small, tired smile back before turning back around to return to the shower. Cole watches you leave with a small pinch between his brows. Once back under the spray of water you rest your hands on top of your shoulders as you let out a quiet sigh. The sound of the bathroom sink running precedes the water coming from the shower getting hotter as you hear Cole splashing his face with cool water. Normally, you would leave the bathroom door unlocked while Cole is at home, especially since he often joins you in the shower. But today you don’t feel very well and had locked the door so you wouldn’t be disturbed, but had immediately caved upon hearing Cole’s voice. Even though you want to wallow in your misery alone, you’re not going to prevent him from brushing his teeth or something. You rake your fingernails across your skin as another painful cramp rips through you. “Am I bothering you, Pumpkin?” Cole asks gently, the sink faucet squeaking off. You must have grumbled out when the cramp hit you and you continue to grit your teeth as it continues. “Oh shit! I probably scalded you just now didn’t I?” Cole realizes. “It’s fine…I didn’t really notice,” you mumble. You did, but you didn’t care, you’d burn yourself if you thought you could get rid of the pain. “Is everything alright, Baby?” Cole asks concerned. “Huh? Oh yeah,” you say defeatedly. You glance in his direction and can roughly make out his head and shoulders from behind the shower door, but one thing you can tell is that he’s turned towards you. And then he steps towards the shower door and pulls it open to look at you. You look back at him and Cole’s eyes are filled with concern, “You just tired, Baby?” he asks. “Yeah I-ah!” you’re cut off mid-sentence by another cramp and then a couple moments later you feel something hit the bottom floor of your pelvis. “Sweetheart?!” Cole exclaims in alarm as you clutch your abdomen, “Is it your period?” “No,” you argue. Then you spread your feet apart instinctively as you feel the something slip further down and glance down to watch a huge clot of blood splash to the tiled floor beneath you. “Yes…”  you admit. Putting your hands under the spray of water you quickly wash your legs of any of the remaining blood and then try to wash the clot down the drain. Embarrassment heating your cheeks more so than the water has already done. “Oh, Sweetheart…” Cole says softly. You glance back at him to find him hastily pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it behind him. Then he pushes down his pants and underwear and kicks them both off and as he approaches, you keep your back to him and clutch your arms to your chest. Cole slowly wraps his arms around your body and pulls you into him, pressing his strong chest to your back. Slowly, you relax into him and rest your head back against his shoulder. Cole sways you in his arms and his right arm touches the spray of water and he hisses in pain and recoils making you jump. “This water’s boiling! How can you stand it?!” he questions as he reaches forward with his left hand to turn the water temperature down. Cole pulls you back a little more and out of the spray in order to protect you from the hot water while he waits for it to cool back down. There’s a shift in the air and some of the steam clears from the shower, so Cole gingerly sticks his right hand back under the water to test it. He adjusts the water temperature a little more, but you can tell from his reaction that it’s no longer scalding. You reach your hand under the water next and recoil from how cold it’s gotten and retreat back into Cole’s embrace for warmth. “It’s not freezing, it’s just not burnin’ ya no more,” Cole says. You clutch your abdomen and whine softly when the cramps wrack your body again. Cole lets out a sigh as he wraps his arm around you again and you grip onto his right forearm as he tries to comfort you. “It’s a bad one this time, huh?” he asks. You nod tiredly. Cole sighs again and places a kiss to your neck. “Can you rub my lower back, please?” you ask, “You know the spot where-“ No sooner had you finished your sentence, Cole’s hands start brushing down your body to the small of your back and he wraps his fingers around your hips and begins circling his thumbs in the middle of your back. You sigh in relief as he puts just the right amount of pressure on your back, “Thank you.” “Anytime, Darlin’,” Cole says as he continues to rub small circles. And after a couple of minutes of that, your back pain has subsided somewhat although your bloated abdomen still hurts despite the fact that you’re not currently suffering cramps, for the moment at least. Cole slides his right hand around your body to try and gently stroke you there, but when you suck in a breath from the added pressure of his hand, he stops. Instead, he just lays his hand against you and the warmth from his hand is at least a little soothing. “Did you already take your pain medicine?” Cole asks. “Yeah, right when I woke up. I kept waking up last night and thought that a shower might help with the pain. But it’s not…” you explain while glancing down at the drain. Cole places a kiss to your temple, “I’m sorry you feel bad, Honeysuckle, you want to finish rinsing off and try laying back down?” “I am…very tired,” you say weakly. “I know, Pumpkin,” Cole says kissing your shoulder this time and rubbing your stomach some more, “I know.” With Cole’s help you’re able to finish your shower and after he turns the water off, he hands you a towel first before donning his own. You step out of the shower and Cole steps towards you, “Put your arms around my neck,” he says. “What? Cole you don’t have to carry me,” you say. He holds out his arms for you and smiles. “Ok,” you say smiling back at him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Cole places one of his arms under your legs and the other on your back and he hoists you up into his arms. He turns sideways to get you both through the door and carries you bridal style towards the bed, pulling the covers back he then gently lays you down on his side of the bed.

Cole places a quick kiss on your lips, “I’ll be right back,” he promises. You smile up at him and turn your head to watch him head back into the bathroom. And when he comes back out he heads for the dresser, “Which pair of panties do you want?” he asks. “One of the cotton ones with stripes is fine,” you say. Cole returns to you with a fresh pad and the underwear you requested and hands them both to you. “Thanks,” you say as you set them aside and begin drying yourself off. You sit up making sure to dry your legs first before you move back up to your torso and arms. While Cole takes a seat next to you on the bed, you hear the crinkle of your pad as he opens it and you glance over at him as he fits it into your underwear. He’s a little clumsy at it, but it’s a sweet gesture none the less. “Aw,” you say. “Here,” Cole says gesturing to you with your underwear. You slip your legs over the side of the bed and Cole slides the underwear up your legs, and you lift your hips up a little so that it sits more comfortably on your hips. Then you cup your boyfriend’s face in your hands and kiss him, and Cole smiles against your lips. “You are the sweetest boyfriend ever, do you know that?” you ask. “You might have told me a time or two,” Cole preens. You finish drying your back and then hand Cole your towel, he steps away from the bed and deposits it in the hamper before starting to dry himself off finally. You feel your still damp hair and crawl off the bed to retrieve another towel from the bathroom and as you pass by Cole heading back into your bedroom you see him pull on a pair of boxers. They’re a red and white plaid pattern and you giggle when he catches you looking and shoots you a smug grin. But you also happen to notice that his eyes dip down to your breasts. You sit back down on the bed and pat your hair dry and then feel the mattress and comforter for any damp spots. You gasp when you suddenly feel Cole’s soft lips graze your shoulder and then look up into your boyfriend’s eyes. “Did I scare ya?” he asks softly. “Just startled me is all,” you say softly back. You relax into his touch as he leans back to continue his kisses from your neck to down between your shoulder blades, that is until you feel another painful cramp wrack your body. Cole sighs heavily and moves to rubbing your lower back again in an attempt to make you feel better, “Anything I can do for you, Sweetheart?” “No, I don’t think so,” you whine softly. He kisses your cheek. “I just wish everything didn’t hurt! My back hurts, my uterus hurts, my clit hurts, everything hurts!” you complain. “Want me to rub it for you?” Cole asks continuing to rub your back. You pinch your brows together, “Rub what?” you ask looking over at him. Cole simply smiles at you and then his eyes dart back to the spot on your lower back where he’s rubbing slow, deliberate circles. “My…my clit? You want to rub my clit?” you ask a little flustered. Cole smiles at you again, “If you want,” he offers. You smile wide at stare down at the floor, “I hadn’t thought about that…it would be nice…” Cole stops rubbing your back and gently takes your towel from you. “Yeah…please?” you ask softly. Cole smiles wide again and folds the towel in half and then leans towards you and gives you a long, slow kiss. And then he places the towel down on the bed. You scoot backwards so that your hips are over the towel and then you lay down on top of it. Cole lays down beside you and places his hand on your stomach and then trails his hand down your body. But before his hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear he leans over you and kisses you again. Then his hand slips underneath your panties and down to your folds and you gasp into his mouth. Cole more than happily swallows your small gasps of pleasure. And then he parts just enough so you can finally take a breath, “Fuck! Everything’s so sensitive down there, it’s been throbbing all morning.” “Well, let’s see if I can make it throb in a good way,” Cole says lowly. “Yes, please,” you beg. Cole chuckles and continues to dance his fingers across your folds. You feel pressure build up in your abdomen, but in a good way this time, “I don’t think I’ll last long, Cole…” “That’s okay, as long as you feel good, Sweetheart,” Cole rumbles. You giggle, “Call me Sweetheart again?” Cole smiles, “My lovely…beautiful…Sweetheart,” he says leaning down towards you. He captures your lips with his and as his fingers quicken their pace the sound of your fluids causes Cole to groan against your mouth and you moan into his in response. And then your walls tighten and flutter suddenly as your orgasm ripples through you, and when your body starts to relax, Cole eases his movements and parts from your lips as you gasp for air. Your boyfriend kisses your cheek a couple of times looking very pleased with himself. You take a couple of heavy breaths and then bite your lip, “Cole…” you whine. “You want another one?” he asks smugly. “Yes, but give me a moment,” you pant. Cole smiles proudly down at you and you gather a few more breaths before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. You passionately kiss him, your lips eagerly moving against his and he’s caught off guard, but quickly melds against you and when you break apart Cole’s now the one gasping for air. “I thought you said you needed a moment, “ he breathes. “Yes, but I decided I needed to kiss you more,” you say. Cole smiles and leans down to give you one small, sweet kiss. You can feel his fingers slowly resume their work as they circle your clit, and you happily relax into the bed and bury your fingers in your boyfriend’s hair. Your eyelids flutter when you feel him press a finger into you slowly. “Thank you,” you whisper. Cole chuckles, “I ain’t even done yet, Sweetheart.” “I know, that’s the best part,” you say softly. Cole laughs and kisses you tenderly. He slowly and gently rubs you until he can insert another finger and then he keeps the pace slow and consistent. Extending your pleasure and creating a slower build up than the first. And also Cole is clearly enjoying watching the expressions on your face as you rub his scalp and the top of his shoulder. Slowly but surely you build up to your release again as Cole peppers small kisses across your face. “Oh…I think I’m close, Baby…” you moan. “Yeah?” he asks, “You want me to make you cum?” “Please…” you beg. Now normally Cole might tease you about begging so much, but not today. He dutifully obliges and strokes you faster, swiftly pushing you towards the edge. You wiggle and moan under his touch and beg him for more. Cole then dips his head down and begins to suck on an exposed breast. Your muscles tighten and you clench tightly around Cole’s fingers and orgasm hard and long, and you feel like your entire body is swallowed in the resulting wave of pleasure as it washes over you. It goes on for long enough that Cole picks his head up to stare down at where his fingers are still working their magic. Your body finally goes limp as your orgasm trickles down. “Damn, Darlin,’ that was a good one, you were so nice and tight on my fingers,” Cole says. “Mhm…” you mumble as you close your eyes, feeling very satisfied. You hear your boyfriend laugh lightly above you and then his lips press to yours, and you kiss him back slowly. “I love you,” you say softly. There’s a kiss to your forehead, “I love you too.” Then you feel him slowly remove his fingers and his hand slip out from under your panties. You open your eyes to stare up at him. “Better?” he asks. “Much,” you answer. Cole turns from you and then slips off the bed and when you look over at him a little sadly he reassures you, “I’ll be right back, I just need to wash my hands.” You nod and roll over onto your side and curl up and close your eyes. You’re vaguely aware of the sink turning on and then off again after several moments, but mostly you’re keeping an ear out for when Cole’s footsteps draw near again. And when they do, you smile and the bed presses down beneath you and Cole’s body presses next to yours. You open your eyes and look up at him, “Hold me?” Cole gives you a sweet smile, “You don’t have to ask me for that, Sweetheart,” he says gently pushing one of his legs between yours and wrapping his arm around your middle. You settle against his body happily and he pulls the covers over both of you. Your brows furrow as you feel one more cramp begin in your abdomen again and groan, “My body couldn’t even give me five minutes of afterglow before it was back on it’s Bullshit again.” Cole laughs and then tries to stifle it, “I’m not laughing cause you’re in pain, I promise,” he says, “Just the way you said that.” You smile a little and then you start to giggle, “It was really nice though, and at least now I’m worn out enough to get some sleep cramps or no cramps, although I know which one I would prefer.” “Really wore you out, huh?” Cole asks playfully. You smile and kiss him again and when you pull back you savor the warmth of your orgasms that’s still present. “You always do, Cowboy,” you say blissfully wrapped in his embrace, “You always do.”

[peace-and-light-poetry]

My body, right?

She found herself Cursing the gynecological field

She was in pain Bleeding and in pain Feeling somewhat desperate

These organs caused Her little but misery She felt mocked

"My body, my right!" It was mocking

No, it is her body Yet, she'd have to jump hurdles Ruin her body worse

Just for surgery to be considered

She hated this She'd much rather die Than to suffer this

It's her body Yet, she's in pain Crippling pain

That she's had no choice But to endure

She cursed the gynecological field For the pain she felt, forced to endure And for the harm it caused.

[gothamite-rambler]

The batgirls on their periods

My period is on and I've always wanted to write a story about that, but Winx Club wasn't something that felt the best for this outlet. Batfamily does work though because they're humans lol.

We go through out periods in different ways. The are the batgirls and batwoman are expys of that and this is how the male members of their family handle it. This is for all my girlie pops that have to deal with this curse. Let's dive in!

Dick Grayson: Hey Barb, you sent me this weird irate text, did I do something wrong?

Barbara Gordon (angry): Yes, remember that triple chocolate cake I had leftover? You better buy me a new one!

Barbara rolled over the man’s foot on purpose while grumbling curse words under her breath.

Dick: Ow, you said I could have it.

Barbara: Lies! Get me a new one or I’m ignoring you for the rest of the day and that’s including comms tonight!

Dick: Okay, I’ll do that after icing my foot. Freaking jerk.

Barbara (over her shoulder): Cake thief!

Tim Drake (having silently watched the arguing): Have the girls been acting… on edge lately?

Dick (once Barbara is gone): I hadn't noticed until my foot was ran over. What have you seen?

Tim: Stephanie has been eerily quiet and distant today. Which is not like her. Bruce asked her if she wanted to patrol a different part of Gotham and she just growled at him.

Dick: Hm... that is odd.

Stephanie Brown trudged the kitchen, wearing an oversized shirt and jogger pants. She grunted a greeting to the two men. She took a bag of carrots and a chocolate bar out of the fridge.

Stephanie (almost a whisper): I’m watching cat videos, don’t bother me. Oh, by the by, tell Bruce I will do the other part of town today.

Tim: Got it, bestie.

Stephanie grunted a 'thank you' and left the kitchen.

Tim: She hasn’t snapped at me too much.

Dick: Hm… wait… hold on… this isn’t the time is it?

Tim: Time for what?

Dick: We may be in the clear if Cass doesn’t have it.

Tim (confused): Have what?

Dick (shaking his head): You poor summer child.

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Meanwhile Jason heard a knock at his door. He answered the door, seeing Cassandra Cain standing there, wringing her hands nervously.

Cass (frazzled): Hi Jason.

Jason: Hey Cass, everything okay, you look stressed?

Cass (bashfully): Do I? Yeah, um, my… Aunt Flo is visiting and I… I need to go to the store to buy supplies... I do not want to go in alone; you’re the only one I trust.

Jason: You don’t have an Aunt Flo and why would you need supplies to meet her?

Cass: Oh… oh dear, you don't get it. Um… my crimson tide… has arrived?

Jason: Crimson what?

Cass (pissed off): My period is on! It’s my time of the month! I need to buy tampons or pads before I bleed any-

Jason (covering her mouth): All right, got it... the message is in my head. Okay sure, I’ll get my keys.

Jason went to the living room to grab his backpack as Cass entered, surprised he would actually take her to the store.

Cass: Wait, you’re not… this isn’t strange to you?

Jason: I’m friends with Artemis. I’m used to this. Let’s get those supplies for you.

Cass clapped eagerly following Jason to his car.

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Back at Wayne Manor, Dick waited for his father to answer the phone while Tim sat still unsure what was happening.

Dick (calling Bruce): Bruce are the girls on their periods?

Tim (gasping): Oh that's what it is!

Dick (irritated): Jesus Christ, Tim.

Bruce (calm): Hm... that’s why Stephanie snapped at me and that’s why Barbara cussed me out… I’m a little too used that. Then yes they are. Cass probably is too. Women can sync up sometimes.

Tim: How does he… Bruce how do you know this?

Bruce: Selina is very informative… and Harley is as well. So you learn a thing or two. Go easy on them and they won’t bite your head off. You didn’t do anything to piss them off have you?

Dick (ice pack on his foot): Nope.

Tim (prideful smile): I have not, so I’m doing good.

Bruce: Okay, well like I said don’t do anything else stupid, Dick.

Dick: I will try not to.

With that Bruce ended the call. He sighed then turned to his cousin Kate aka Batwoman as she sat on the passenger side of his car with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

Bruce: And then there's you.

Kate: Yeah, you’re just going to ignore me? No mention of the four way sync up?

Bruce: I’m ignoring a lot currently. I am a master at many things, women syncing menstrual cycles is not one of them.

Kate (agreeing): Trust me, women don’t get it either.

Bruce: Let’s get you your period stuff at least.

Kate: Could you not call it that?

Bruce (mockingly): Could you actually be prepared next time?

Kate: Ooh, catty? Maybe you’re on your month as well.

Bruce (chuckling dryly): You’re so funny let me tell ya.

Kate: I cope with humor. Get out of the car, cuzzo. Oh you’re also buying me lunch today.

Bruce: Of course, I am.

Part 2

[nightguide]

Esoteric title authors note: philosopher historian (west end rights)

okay, you know everything from the reptilians emerging to 9/11 ruining the lives of a repeated calamity of the happening of the know how, now you know 'too much' and ready to emerge into a vision of somebody elses dreams for free.

you're made of everything versatile but you yet to see it = see the signs of a baby in hell

you see now = what could you have done

that one person who does not know = what does she deserve

astrology beats facts = who else changes per 1 persons life per one persons death (who actually matters)

time to go = who objects against your order (evil now found)

punishments obtained = healing is anger turned into heartbreak, who dies in your life in seconds

what the mother wants = who does not deserve to continue their bloodline otherwise (narcissistic empath)

timeline is broken because of a spoiled arrogant man = who is actually right to continue you after you're gone

is healthcare actually necessary or are we all evil by something = tell me off for.....

degraded students in TV shows are now real life cases = time management is now considered common sense, who else quits your job to beat you by breathing

you did this to yourself in the end. nobody will succeed you by bleeding or woe is to that cheesy character has been on the right by eliminating the consequences made on the pages as a screenwriter so make them live their worst fate on live TV realities no matter what til you succeed them in moral honour, now is your death date so what changes and who goes to hell by honour. you decide

the ugliest historian is the one who always win, so make that clear

Esoteric title authors note: philosopher historian (broadway rights)

you did it now make Rachel Berry pay to exist

she made you go through hell to be with Harper St. James in real life (the missing reason) = why did you actually trust Schue?

Berry made it all about her and made Schue trust her too damn sexually for her own good = vocal adrenaline beat you in regionals because of Berry's pre-menstrual conquest to belittle everybody's opinion on music motive (Harper's backbone to watch Glee before knowing who Michele is to her in real life in actual realisation)

Jane Lynch paralysed of hope = Principal Figgins is fired from his job for not settling the score with the same guy who had a restraining order from Josh Groban (he would have made virtual reality happen with the Glee cast much sooner than if he let the Glee cast happen knowing Sue's motives to run Cheerio's by managing the school at once by setting back a literal rapist in the midst (hence Quinn's pregnancy fallout)

Finn Hudson's death stabilised = Cory Monteith actually dropped out to prove evidence of the world as a self taught lawyer in practice alongside Harper's roots of fame being the same in honesty than being a pick me (Berry in actual reality)

Sam Evans getting back at McKinley by forgetting the words on every single acapella band to get back at Santana for not living her greatest expectation by sabotaging Berry for the viewer's profits (Berry getting beaten up in real time makes Figgins carry on til he actually resigns reason to Sue literally effect in McKinley's status as a competing country for tourist value (more students competing for American and Indian value: Figgin's actually contributing)

Schue is literally getting away from cheating on every single woman he sees for 'Harper's value in return' (psychological trauma on the viewer's world profit so that is Harper not actually knowing the cast being there for her the entire time on behalf of her story being told on Glee as a character of her own world to be as an esoteric researcher now scientist) = my blog actually getting famed for TV theory/astrological discovery/ creativity in healthcare and more (researchers getting billed for their work on tv which is what Mindhunter: Glee is all about)

the Filipino girl is actually right = the cast getting sold for profit in programs elsewhere to make sure Berry does not succeed after hours of the shows reawakening

Sue Sylvesters fictional meta-verse being canon on Glee as the reason = animators getting pissed at Schue for denoting worldly value on the viewer's experience except for the one and only mole that never succeeded to jump elsewhere (Jesse St. James as Rogue on Doctor Who being prevalent in the shows course to re-run Jesse (now Rogue) to provide enough evidence to why San Diego -the biggest plot hole to exist in Glee's turn in on how Berry worked against Harper due to addiction of a mystery choice she did not take fault to which is how and why Gravity Falls (tv show) made her up by detailing her grandest mistake to the round table's honour)

Harper St. James being Robin Hood by honour and not regret is her natural storyline in Mindhunter: Glee being made for every viewer than a single bodied mind cell working for Lea's gay dad regime (pity the singer but petty their crime for being better than you in every single way that you fell ill to it by misandry than heartbreak) = Bridgit Mendler is now known to be a scientist is now exploring the world of Gravity Falls being her centre of thought being connected to CN (tawog) in ape to man theory being finalised in toon american fiction which is a Mary Shelley move (now owns rights to Mindhunter: Glee as Warner Brother's representative in NASA to MiT as hidden figures (basically she now works in the world of numbers to american socialites wanting to learn how to be good at people pleasing)

astronomy is legal in all 50 states in the US welcoming universities writing your name on a catalogue of American socialites succeeding elsewhere (so like, they believe in Ridley Scott's theories to the core of a Muslim American candidate in the OS (Orange South) which is like a hand that got cut off from believing by a genius with no hate in their eyes to protect you from taking you to a government thought dream that you're not allowed to intervene in as part of Ellen Ripley's daydream) so it's movie theory physics going to space net for explorers to break into an apple software to run on their way of thinking like you (animation physics going rogue) (so that actually means we can talk to the aliens by thought paths of animation physics if you're obsessed with how animation logic work in return by theory, so it's their whys you're answering which is how you exist in an animated universe compared to you) = Schuester getting banned from all 50 states due to their chosen animated world become them is how Ellen Ripley greeted Harper St. James first of anyone to dream bigger in meta-thought thinking from the 5th Doctor (his daughter is the 88th Doctor prime) giving leeway for animators to inspire level headed controversy in Doctor Who enabling free speech for actors rights going rogue (hence broadway and west end paradox ends with the Alien franchise)

this is Earth's sister universe in thought. (DC)

Earth itself is a galaxy of thought (MARVEL)

the universal blanket of thought (mirror of belief)

Eridanus and Adromeda are now sister universes that have no reason to live except a meta-fan fiction of the same person they hate in comparison of legacy in a shoebox (Rachel Berry) so in all it's entirety of Ellen making no sense in her theory of rhetorics not being underhanded to the girl who slept with everybody but her actual sister to get it her way than to theorize Schue in believing in scientology in making Harper do everything for her known to her that Jesse had it bad for her since childhood (Glee cast were with to the very day Harper had a reawakening) so Ellen Ripley had thought of nothing but sucker punching the odds of abnormality of being the lead of NASA for one reason. Earth is not a sphere

which makes Sue the moon reason of epileptic continuum (the figure 8)

and Ellen being a fan of the Beatles which is now found in the devil's chord episode of Doctor Who (15th Doctor)

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State of the Union (me)

Mom is getting married next month after, like, just a few months of dating her new man (she had another online boyfriend but he turned out to be a scammer). And less than a year since her divorce. I am not going to the wedding. My dad is barely hanging onto his sanity. All I can say is a cynical "lol".

It's starting to feel like fall finallyyyyyy…and it's raining nonstop. This will be fun when we have to get all the plumbing replaced in the house we're buying (the pipes are caved in yippy)

Normally I have a party to watch Lord of the Rings with my friends around this time of year, but with moving and such I don't know if it will happen…sadge…maybe it will be a Christmas thing.

I started using a menstrual cup and I'm mad I didn't do that sooner. Highly recommend. So much peace of mind and money saved. No more lead and arsenic up your vag.

The politics at my job are fucking ridiculous. Everyone has some little vendetta against everyone else. People I thought were friends are now talking shit about each other to me. I have absolutely no wish to get involved in this. Literally I just wanna do my job and if other people have a problem they should communicate it. Bluh. Also I hate my department manager because she is so fucking incompetent and tends towards micromanaging, demanding a report on every little thing even though she doesn't understand 90% of it. Girl you don't even know what technology I'm fucking using this report is going to mean nothing to you. She's just self-important and wants to feel like she's in charge, making things happen. She threw me under the bus for a mistake I didn't make last month and got a bunch of people mad and it took aaaages to sort it out. #not impressed

I'm resolving to just wash my hands of any tea people want to spill to me and refuse to engage. I'm not going to say anything negative about anyone else regardless of my personal feelings. It's just so pointless and petty and immature!!!!

I'm still playing tag with my doctor and insurance company about my medication. Really fucking hope I don't run out before I get another refill because rationing out the doses is not fun.

Having some body image issues crop back up (inevitable really, it's pretty much just a cyclical thing) and I'm like hmmm maybe I want to encourage this…NO! BAD! I haven't been able to get as much exercise as normal because a) rationing my meds = more symptoms, and b) full time job so less time to exercise. Less exercise -> lower happy hormones -> I'd be happier if I was skinny! -> more unhappy because I'm not skinny -> rinse/repeat. Legitimately, I exercise because it feels good, but it doesn't hurt that it makes me feel more powerful and better about my body too. Like Oh I have control over what I can do with my body and I'm actively improving my health. Lacking that feeling, I turn to the negative thought patterns. I'm dissecting my brain and I know what needs to happen but for now it is out of reach! Thus we just try to do "good enough" until things can improve.

Ao3 won't let me log in to leave comments and it's very sad.

That's all folks! Tune in next time to hear more of my woes.

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Menstruation and menstrual woes, self mutilation talk cw

I am having the most appalling menstrual pain but am not actually menstruating yet. I had assumed I was coming up on it because I was so cry cry yesterday, but I haven't had this kind of pain without any actual blood before that I can remember. Sore boobs, migraines and back cramps, yes, but not the abdominal pain too. I had better be on the fucking cusp and start bleeding in the next twelve hours max because if my usual 10-14 day PMS is going to include this bullshit from now on then I am going to perform a hysterectomy on myself with a fucking butter knife.