#natural period pain oil

[cellajames011new]

Ayurvedic Relief for Menstrual Pain: A Natural Approach

Menstrual discomfort doesn't have to disrupt your daily life. Alpha Sakhi Period Pain Relief Drops harness the ancient wisdom of Ayurveda to provide a natural, effective solution for menstrual pain. Featuring a blend of potent ingredients known for their therapeutic properties, this product is designed to offer comfort and relief.

Key Ingredients and Their Benefits:

Pudina (Mint): Contains menthol, a natural muscle relaxant that eases pain and aids in relaxing uterine muscles, providing relief from menstrual discomfort.

Kapoor (Camphor): Known for its anti-inflammatory properties, camphor helps in reducing inflammation and easing menstrual pain effectively.

Ajwain (Carom): Rich in thymol, which has antispasmodic effects that soothe uterine muscle contractions and alleviate cramps. It also helps in managing bloating, a common issue during menstruation.

[diejager]

Hello there, love your stuff! How would the monster au boys react to their human reader being on their period? Because I can totally see Soap smelling blood on the reader and thinking that they are injured, but then getting confused when they tell him it’s a period. ☺️

Sweet blood Cw: blood, period, tell me if I missed any.

I completely agree, Soap, even with the intellect and understanding he needed to be a demolition expert, dismantling and building explosives and weapons from nothing, he’s oblivious of some things. Despite his skillful in sights and decisions, he falters in some aspects in a domestic scene and anything related to it. He struggled at first, trying to understand why there was a smell of sweet blood waffling off you as if it clung to your clothes, the smell ingrained in every little groove of your body —you smelled much sweeter as well.

It made something on his mind swoon, instincts reeling for unknown reasons until he asked you himself after someone found him sniffing the air like a mutt and following you like a lovesick pup. He seemed so confused with the notion of you bleeding once a month and only understood when you told him it was your period - or menstruation in more technical terms - and that it was all natural. He brought up to you a memory of his older sister smelling of blood, old yet new, unripe yet ripe, it followed a lunar cycle and that made it easier to understand.

Unlike Soap, the other’s are more knowledgeable of your plight, coming prepared to help you with whatever you would need. Despite their inexperience with menstrual cramps and cycles, they knew the gist of it, what it entailed whenever someone had one, few of them actually had first-hand experience with it. Ghost had Beth and his mom’s experience, their grumbles and annoyed sounds. Gaz from the few girls he dated in high school, soothing their pains when they curled forward, holding their abdomen. Alejandro and Rudy knew of it from the girls they grew up around in Las Almas as children, running around and skipping school when they didn’t feel well. Price - despote his busy life - had a few flings and Laswell’s grumbling to sit through when their cramps started. Horangi and König both saw and heard from the women in KorTac, their swift mood swings and short tempers once a month made them prepared.

If you needed a heated pad warmed in the microwave, Rudy and Gaz were already there with it in hand, wrapped in a fluffy towel to prevent yourself from burning your skin. If you needed water and painkillers for your unbearable cramps, Ghost and Kónig would gladly get you a cup of water and a few pills from their own bottles, strong painkillers for headaches and muscle pains that were probably weaker than the cramps you felt. If you needed a massage, something to soothe the ache in your back and limbs from your hormones getting out of control, a chaotic mess around your body, Price and Alejandro wouldn’t mind setting aside their work to give you a massage, to press and burn the ache through experienced and warm hands. If you needed a distraction from the whole nausea and sickness, Horangi and Soap would jump at the opportunity, a cuddling feline holding you down with his whole body or an enthusiastic and praise-hungry wolf making tricks to please you.

Alone, one could do a lot to help you through your period, reminding you in advance to take your med, bringing you whatever you would need and taking care of you, but together, they worked like a well oiled machine, every member fitting in like a cog, moving in synchrony. They went over and above to satisfying you, dropping their duty to rush to your side at the slightest sound of displeasure. There’s nothing they wouldn’t do for you, from going to a drug store miles away for a specific med to carrying you around in their arms or back.

From that first occasion, Soap goes around with his nose raised and mind ready to help you at the drop of the hat if he gets a whiff of sweetened blood from you. He even has a bag in his room with pads, painkillers, soft towels, fluffy blanket, heated pads and a list of food you crave during your period.

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[witchygirlgray333]

Some topics + prompts for your grimoire or book of shadows

books you want to read

local folklore / mythology / legends

the wheel of the year

plants you have in your house or garden (their care, properties, uses, draw them etc)

theban alphabet

days of the week and their correspondences

write about a deity you worship / are drawn to

draw art for / of a deity you worship or are drawn to

colour magic

the elements

write about the crystals you own (draw them, write their properties, correspondences, uses, how it makes you feel etc)

how to make your own crystals

your birth chart

your sun, moon and rising sign

natural medicine (as a chronically ill witch I love natural medicine NOT AS A SUBSTITUTE FOR PRESCRIPTIONS! for example I take all my prescription meds and then if I'm having period pain I might drink some raspberry leaf tea)

positive affirmations / mantras that you connect with

how to manifest

history of witches

deities in a certain pantheon you're interested in or drawn to

write about a spell you've done (how you did it, why you did it, how you felt, the results of it, what you would change if you did the spell again etc)

chakras

write about a dream you've had

tarot reading tricks and tips

moon phases

sabbats

zodiac signs

family tree

poetry / songs / quotes you connect to (i like to find ones that make me feel powerful or witchy, or remind me of certain aspects of my practice. a song i like for this is rhiannon by fleetwood mac and i'm going to post more things like this regularly on my page)

feathers and their meanings

simple everyday magic

recipes

some ideas for the next sabbat you plan to celebrate

tarot spreads you like

write about a tarot reading you've done (any prep you did, the deck you used, the cards you pulled, your personal interpretation of the cards based on the art and how you feel, the meaning of the cards, how the cards relate to the questions you asked, final reflection on how you feel the reading went)

interesting mythology

tree of life

glamour magic

money bowls

crystal shapes and their meanings

grounding techniques

cleansing

protection

banishing

cord cutting spells

essential oils

types of divination

planets and their correspondences

angel numbers

witchy wishlist

go to supplies and ingredients (herbs and things that you use regularly)

favourite crystals

working with your inner child

if you've had a really good or particularly insightful meditation session it can be nice to either draw or write what happened and how you felt during it

witchy arts and crafts and diys you want to do

altar ideas

read a witchy book / watch a witchy video and take notes

write about your ancestors

witchy things to incorporate into your daily routine

what is a tower moment

witchy reset / self care days

the history of the area you live in

veiling

how to make your own incense sticks

shadow work

shadow work prompts

ok, that's all the ideas I have for now and I hope that helps someone! I'll be posting some pages from my grimoire and some more prompt / topic ideas in the near future which I'm really excited for.

P.S. please remember that everyone's practice is their own and you should do what feels right to you while respecting that other people have their own beliefs (as long as they're not hateful).

[many-shades-of-violence]

with an s/o that has strong period cramps I Corazon, Doflamingo, Kid, Ace, Sabo, Shanks, Smoker & Law

Would have a calendar marked with your cycle, discreetly preparing everything in advance for when your period is about to start.

He'd surprise you on the day you're starting with your favorite comfort foods, soothing teas, and most importantly a warm smile at your doorstep.

Would wrap you in a warm blanket and either offer you gentle massages to alleviate your cramps. Just be careful, he accidentally doesn´t stumble over you.

He'd encourage you to rest and offer to take over some of your to-do's, as long as there´s no chance of him setting a fire off in the process.

I feel that Corazon's nurturing nature probably shine most when your cramps get too overwhelming, holding you close to him while he whispers words of comfort and love in your ear.

As with everything Doffy might have an unconventional approach, but he'd go above and beyond to make you feel better during your period.

He'd pamper you with luxurious baths filled with fragrant oils and petals, turning your bathroom into a mini spa.

Would definitely use his connections to get you any treats or items you desire. Want some premium chocolate or a rare book? Don´t worry, his goons are already on the way.

He'd try to keep you entertained with stories and jokes, determined to keep your spirits high.

If all comes crashing down, he´ll wrap you in his feather coat, and get a doctor to prescribe you some (very potent) painkillers. Some might say he´s cruel by nature, but even he doesn´t want to see his darling in strong pain.

Kid might have a gruff exterior, but he'd show his caring side in his own unique way when you have your period cramps.

He'd create a cozy fort of blankets and pillows where you can relax and be comfortable without anyone else pestering you.

Kid might playfully tease you to lighten the mood, offering some sarcastic remarks.

Would bring you your favorite snacks and drinks, making sure you´re well taken care of. If you want him to stay at your side, he´ll send Killer instead.

In your weakest moments, he'd be there to hold your hand and provide silent reassurance. He's not very versed with words, so please excuse him for focusing on nonverbal support.

Ace's warmth and affection would shine through as he cares for you during your period cramps.

Will lay his hands on your belly and heat them, so you can use him as a human heating pad.

He'd cook your favorite meals and bake sweet treats, aiming to bring you comfort through delicious food.

Would definitely snuggle up with you under a blanket, watching your favorite shows or movies together.

He'd offer to run errands and do household chores to take some of your burden off your shoulders.

Ace's gentle kisses and loving words would be a constant reminder that he's there to support you no matter what.

Sabo's gentle and compassionate nature is a gift from heaven while he cares for you during your period cramps.

He'd prepare a selection of soothing teas and bring you a cozy blanket to snuggle under.

Sabo might suggest engaging in some light activities like reading, crafting, or puzzling to get your mind elsewhere.

He'd be an attentive listener if you want to talk about your feelings or simply need someone to vent to.

His tender touches and loving gestures would create an atmosphere of warmth and care, helping you feel better even at your lowest point. And if he's totally helpless, there's always Koala to ask for advise.

Shanks' easygoing and positive demeanor would be a source of comfort as he takes care of you.

He'd take you for leisurely walks in the fresh air, believing that a change of scenery can do wonders for your mood.

Shanks would engage in playful banter and tell funny stories to keep you entertained and distracted.

He's not much of a cook, but he´d try making you your favorite meals with your guidance.

Shanks' infectious laughter and genuine affection would lift your spirits even in your lowest moments, your pain nearly forgotten from the antics he´d make for you.

Smoker might seem tough, but he'd be incredibly considerate and attentive when you´re dealing with period cramps.

He'd make sure you have a stockpile of pain relievers, heat packs, and anything else you need to feel better.

Smoker would adjust his plans to be available to support you, whether it means staying in for the day or postponing other commitments.

He'd cook your favorite comfort meals and bring you a hot water bottle, not hesitating to offer a hand in any way you need.

Even though he can be quite stoic on the outside, Smoker would soften a lot as he wraps you in his arms, offering a strong and comforting presence when your pain gets to overwhelming.

Law would be methodical and thoughtful in caring for you during this time of the month.

He'd create a cozy and soothing environment in your shared home, dimming the lights, playing relaxing music, and giving you a heating bottle.

Law would offer you a selection of teas and foods with natural remedies known to help with cramps and bloating. If those aren´t working, he´ll describe you some painkillers. And no, he´s not open for discussion.

He'd use his medical knowledge to give you gentle massages and guide you through stretches that could alleviate discomfort.

If all those aren´t working, rest assured. Law's calm and collected demeanor would be a source of comfort as he holds you close and reassures you that he's there for you, while his tattooed fingers slowly rub over your belly.

[honeytonedhottie]

dealing with ur period⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍰

in this post im gonna talk about how i deal with my periods, some tips and hopefully helpful information on how to manage urself while ur on ur period cuz it can be rly difficult sometimes…💬🎀

DEALING WITH CRAMPS ;

so cramps are like the main thing i struggle with on my period, along with like, majority of women and here are some ways that i appease my cramps ->

♡ pain killers

okay so this is like a last resort for me cuz i always opt for more natural options such as teas and essential oils but sometimes the pain is just so much in that moment and i dont wanna let myself suffer…💬🎀

♡ rubbing my tummy with essential oils

♡ heating pads and hot water bottles

♡ ginger tea or raspberry leaf tea

CAN I BE PRODUCTIVE ON MY PERIOD? ;

a misconception that i see a lot is that u can't be productive on ur period which isnt entirely true. if u feel like your able to get some things done then by all means do that, but if u feel tired or if ur in pain dont force urself to do something unless its absolutely necessary. listen to your body!!

and if there is something that u absolutely have to do while on ur period i recommend breaking it down a LOT. like bite sized…💬🎀

STAYING HEALTHY ;

when im on my period i find it rly difficult to get up and stay active but its important to stay healthy and moving. today i had a high intensity workout planned out for myself, but because i got my period i simply changed the workout instead of cutting it out completely. when on my period i like to focus on yoga and pilates.

MORE TIPS ;

get plenty of rest

stay hydrated

keep ur feet and tummy warm and covered

avoid cold drinks

when u feel unmotivated make a list of the bare minimum and make sure that ur doing at least that ♡

SHOPPING LIST ;

♡ pads or tampons

♡ ginger root

♡ raspberry leaf tea

♡ fluffy socks

♡ whatever u might be craving

remember to be nice to yourself and your body and if u have any other tips feel free to share…💬🎀

[felinefractious]

Speaking of hairlessness the previous ask reminded me to ask. Does it cause any health issues in cats besides being cold/lots of yeast infections? In rabbits the symptoms of it range from mild to very severe depending on which gene is causing it (specifically there’s one gene that usually results in kits only surviving to up to a few months.) Was curious how’d they compare!

This is probably among my most controversial breed takes but… no, I don’t consider Sphynx to be particularly ethical.

I wouldn’t say they’re on the same level as “can’t fucking breathe” Exotics or “every moment is pain” Folds and obviously not anywhere near as bad as what you’re describing in hairless rabbits… but it’s (personally) still a hard no from me.

I wouldn’t consider yeast infections a minor or benign issue. Yeast infections suck, anyone who’s had one can tell you that. They’re itchy and uncomfortable and all around unpleasant.

A Domestic Shorthair comes in with a yeast infection and it’s a problem that you treat, a Sphynx comes in with a yeast infection and it’s a breed trait that yes you try to treat but understand it’s a uphill battle that’s not likely to completely resolve for an extended period of time.

Overproduction of yeast and hairlessness in cats go hand in hand.

Cutaneous carriage of Malassezia species in healthy and seborrhoeic Sphynx cats and a comparison to carriage in Devon Rex cats

Malassezia pachydermatis and M nana predominate amongst the cutaneous mycobiota of Sphynx cats

Without a hair coat the natural oils produced by the skin just sit there, which is why Sphynx cats require frequent bathing and wiping down. Skin issues are a practically a feature of the breed, no amount of bathing or wiping can replace the function of a natural hair coat.

Video of an 8 week old Sphynx being groomed.

The same thing goes for the ears and nail beds, they require very frequent cleaning but you’ll never be able to keep them as clean as a coated cat. The fur is there for a reason, it works 24/7 while manual cleaning is only present periodically.

They’re also more prone to ocular issues like corneal sequestrum and entropion, I would think this is related to the lack of eyelashes and eyebrow whiskers which serve to protect the eye from debris (similar to our own eyelashes) and alert the cat when something is near their eye and they should close it to avoid a jab.

Prevalence and characteristics of ocular diseases in Sphynx cats: A retrospective assessment (2012–2021) and comparison with non-Sphynx cats

This all tracks with my lived experience with Sphynx cats. This is a very popular breed where I live and we see them frequently. We see repeat, long-term Sphynx owners and we see new Sphynx owners.

I used to be fine with Sphynx cats, I thought they were just another breed with higher grooming requirements - not a big deal, many longhair breeds also have increased grooming needs! But working with them gradually shifted that opinion, and then I began to see these issues where I’d missed them before… how even breeding cats shared by their cattery often have black, dirty nails or how well-known Sphynx owners discuss dermatitis as just part of the breed you treat as needed.

I realized these issues are the rule and not the exception - and it sucks, because pretty much every Sphynx I’ve met has such a good personality. They’re awesome lil’ guys!

Anyways, these are just issues related to their lack of hair - it isn’t touching on other concerns like the insanely high prevalence of HCM in the breed.

[iiseult]

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓇: 𝑀𝓎 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝒻𝑒

CWs →  BALDWIN OILS HIMSELF UP, angst, love letters, themes of war and death, historical inaccuracies, slow burn, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, eventual smut (once reader and baldwin are both over 18), leprosy, time-period accurate sexism

Wordcount: 3.3k

Note: This might be my favorite chapter. Please let me know your thoughts, and pay special attention to the cross necklace. You'll see what I mean. <3

It was not so dramatic, the way his illness progressed, but progress it did. The Holy Disease was inevitable, and he’d always known that. Six months and he was losing sight in his left eye, his peripheral vision effectively ceasing to exist. Twelve months and the eye was becoming clouded and sapped of its color, like something bleached by the sun, only a baby blue now when it used to be so much deeper. Eighteen months and everything through the eye was covered in an indispersable layer of silver mist. And then there was his little finger, the poor little finger on his left hand which he could no longer feel, and when he commanded it to move, it was as if a phantom were possessing it. If it weren’t for the fact that he could see it moving, wiggling back and forth, he likely wouldn’t have any idea whether or not it was really happening. Often he frowned at it in concentration, exercising his will over it and forcing it to move, desperately trying to feel something. Every time he was forced to give up, frustrated. However, the majority of his skin and all of his features were still perfectly intact, and for that he was grateful. 

That September he fell ill with fever. Forty-two days and nights he laid in bed, watching drowsily as the sun made its daily voyage across the heavens, warming his too-warm skin and blinding his aching eyes. In periods of occasional lucidity his thoughts lingered only on you. He would see a flash; then the fullness of your lips, the sweet curve of your neck, the shape of your back, and were you wearing your sapphire today? He could picture it clearly, lying against the firm softness of your full bosom, gleaming like a winking eye. Ah, sick mind. Shameful thoughts. He redirected them. What of the kingdom, his kingdom? What of his sister Sybilla, and her son, his baby nephew Baldwin V? They did not come to visit because Sybilla claimed she couldn’t bear the sight of her beloved brother in so much pain. And then his mother was dead, a few months buried. Nobody left to come visit.

He continued to read during this time. He was brought books on war and strategy, classic and ancient tales of love and romance, history, and Greek literature, of which he had always been very fond. Perhaps it was these such books that gave him his next brilliant idea. 

He sent for ink and parchment, lots of parchment, and when he felt well enough he sat up in bed and took up his supplies and got to work. Pages upon pages he produced, many times rambling and repetitive in nature because of his fever-addled mind, but always strikingly sincere. From his very heart he wrote, hours each day, and he didn’t share his work with anyone. When Raymond visited he would conceal everything under the covers, or else slide them under the bed. 

It was a woman, always the same woman, that he wrote about or wrote to or described in as much detail as he could. Each time he painted a picture of her with his words, a new facet of her beauty was revealed, a new angle, a new reason to love her. And he knew that he did love her. Completely enchanted. Utterly enraptured. Such tender feelings, such longing! He found himself writing cliches while trying to adequately express the extent of his feelings. And each one of these pieces of writing was addressed to you. 

“By chance, I met you in the library. I was playing chess. Raymond likes to cheat when I look away from the chessboard because he says the battlefield is just like a game of chess, and in a real battle you must never look away because your opponent does not always play fair. But I would forfeit all my knights and rooks for you, so I looked away from him and towards you instead. 

“And when you looked at me, my heart leapt in my chest and a feeling like warm water cascading down my shoulders overtook me and I could not speak. I held my hand out to you and did your bidding, and then I could stand it no longer so I went away. The warmth was becoming unbearable. I was overcome. As if I were a cauldron of boiling water, I burned and then softened and turned pink as something bubbled up inside me. I know all this happened for you. And when ever I thought of you and your exquisite beauty for the rest of the day the same feeling came, tingling in all my nerves. I thought then that it was not unlike having a fever. 

“But now I know better, and now that I know with refreshed memory what fever is like, I can say that it’s nothing like you. This fever is harsh and unrelenting. This fever is painful, not pleasurable. There is a heat threatening to overtake me so that I never cool down. But what is this feeling that comes when ever I see you? Dearest Lady, I suspect that this must be love.”

But those were the good days. Those days he could think clearly and articulate properly. So many more of his days were spent too sick to stay awake, drifting in and out of this mortal plane, tangled up in a haze of confusion and stale bedsheets, having long since sweated through them. 

His birthday passed. Sixteen, finally, but he didn’t know it until days later, when came his next period of lucidity. His sister sent a gift– fresh, new robes made of silk to soothe his raw skin, embroidered in rich, gold thread. Raymond brought him a quill made from a peacock feather, blue and green and shimmering. It made him laugh when he saw it. Raymond was referencing a joke between the two of them, where the peacocks in the garden often interrupted their conversations with their awful, hideous squawking (for such magnificent looking creatures, their calls were surprisingly grating). And from you, lying on the bedside table, was a parcel of brown parchment tied with a thick white ribbon. He knew that ribbon, for he had seen you wear it in your hair once. 

He pulled it loose and placed it aside, intending on keeping it on his person at all times so he might always carry a piece of you wherever may go. He peeled back the paper, sliding it off to reveal a mahogany box. It was unremarkable, but his heart was beating wildly in his throat as he flipped up the delixate metal latch and opened the sleek lid. Resting against the silk-lined interior were two things; a large glass jar full of an amber-colored liquid, sealed with a cork; and a delicate chain with a plain gold cross hanging from it. And then, under the jar, he saw something else– the corner of a folded piece of parchment. A note! He snatched it up and unfolded it hungrily. It was written in your pretty feminine hand, which sent a fiery gust of heat blasting through his veins. 

“Your Majesty, happy sixteenth birthday. I know this is but a meager gift for a king, but I fear I cannot match your wealth or creativity. The necklace is one of the only things I brought from home. I wore it round my own neck every day then, and I do believe it has served me quite well, given my current position as queen. I am giving it to you in hopes that, God willing, your condition might improve. The oil is what I use after my baths to soothe dry skin, especially in these coming winter months. Perhaps it will help you in a more practical sense. Many birthday wishes, and prayers for a speedy recovery. Sincerely, your wife, Y/N.” 

He pressed the letter to his chest, almost as if he were trying to become one with it. Then he took the delicate gold chain between his fingers and unclasped it, draping it across his neck and securing it again. It fell against his collarbones and glistened handsomely, feeling very cold against his feverish skin, and yet his heart warmed when he thought of you wearing this very chain, day in and day out. What had touched your skin was now touching his. The very notion was enough to make him shiver. 

He did not take the necklace off again, not even for his bath that evening, or after it when he retired to his chambers for the remainder of the night. 

Baldwin shrugged off his bathrobe and layed, completely nude, on his silk sheets, where the jar of oil from you was waiting. He savored the feeling of its cool glass against his hands, still rife with fever, and then pressed his cheek to its surface, deeply inhaling the rich scent of the night air which drifted through the open window. To know that your hands had touched that very jar made him pulse with excitement. That you had thought of him with some amount of tenderness, that you had thought of him at all, touched him. 

Carefully he pulled the cork from the mouth of the jar with a gentle “pop,” and set it aside. He brought the jar up to his nose. It smelled sweet and flowery, very fresh. Clean. Comforting. Smelled like you. He sucked in another deep breath through his nose, letting the gentle fragrance wash over him and sink into his pores. Then he dipped two fingers into the jar and spread the thick liquid along his forearm, coating the skin there thoroughly. It was silky and cool and left a gloss in its wake. His dry, parched skin drank it up greedily, plumping up almost immediately. It was delicious. 

He poured a dollop of the stuff into his hands and rubbed them together, relishing the feeling of his slick palms sliding against each other. Languidly he massaged it into his chest, his arms, and his robust shoulders. He threw back his head and slowly worked the pads of his fingers into his delicate neck, feeling the tendons there roll beneach his touch. A small sound escaped his throat. Then he moved his hands lower, not neglecting a single inch of flesh. He splayed his fingers out over the white planes of his thighs, well-toned as they were, and then slid lower, past his knees and to his ankles. It was pure bliss. 

Once he was satisfied, he popped the cork back in the jar and leaned over, placing it on the side table, then blew out the candle, laying down finally with a sigh. His body sunk into the cloud of his mattress, his aching limbs met with instant relief. Beneath his pillow was your letter and ribbon. He slid his hand under it to feel for them, just to make sure they were still there, and once he was convinced, he slipped right under into a dreamless sleep. 

The very next morning, he woke to find that his fever had miraculously relented, leaving his forehead cool and dry. Amelia immediately informed you of his recovery, and though you were relieved, feeling as though a great weight had been lifted from your shoulders, you couldn’t help but wonder how he had recovered literally overnight. It seemed nobody knew the answer, not even the physicians that came to examine him throughout the rest of the day. But perhaps it was better not to question it. 

Baldwin had but a few days to enjoy his renewed health before he thrust himself urgently back into work. During his prolonged illness, the ever-fickle political state of Jerusalem had become alarmingly unstable. The Saracens were threatening to wage war, led by the wise and formidable Saladin and his army, rumored to be made up of some 20,000 men. So Baldwin was faced with a harrowing decision, with thousands of lives hanging in the balance. Should he send his men to battle despite their meager numbers, where they would inevitably be met with death and destruction? Most of his knights had already been laid to waste, leaving behind largely unskilled fighters, and only 4,000 of them at that. And could he fulfill his kingly duty to fight alongside them, or would his frail body betray him? Such questions made him wonder if he was even worthy of his title. 

Self-loathing ate at him over the coming week until finally, he was forced to take action. Reynald de Châtillon had been pressuring him incessantly to fight, no matter the risk, arguing that it is God’s will and therefore Jerusalem could never fall. Baldwin wasn’t so sure. But deep in his heart, he knew he had no more time left to waste. 

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The morning was fair and the early sunlight mild, falling through the trees in pale yellow streaks. The trees had been turning all shades of red and orange for the past month, and now they were withering brown, falling, falling. The smell of smoke and chill was perpetual, and very pleasant. The month of November. Autumn in its prime. You woke up that morning not to the melodic calling of birds, which you had become accustomed to, nor the gentle rustling of leaves stirred by the wind, but the muffled cries of Amelia as she came to rouse you from your slumber. Though she had stuffed a handkerchief against her mouth to dampen the sounds, it was no use, and she could not stop it. You had woken up before she even made it to your bedside.

“Oh Amelia, whatever is the matter?” you asked, sitting up in bed with alarm and looking at her, concern heavy in your gaze. You’d seen her upset before, and it wasn’t an uncommon thing to see, but never had she been so outwardly aggrieved in your presence. The poor girl’s shoulders shook with every breath she took. As gently as you could, you got out of bed and guided her to sit on the edge of your mattress, where she promptly collapsed. 

“Oh, Your Majesty,” she wailed, looking up at you through tear-filled eyes, “the most awful, terrible thing has happened!”

Her bottom lip trembled, and her cheeks seemed to be flushing darker by the second. In fact, she seemed on the verge of hyperventilating, sensitive soul that she was. 

“What? What’s happened, dear girl?” you urged, wiping a runaway tear from her chin. An anticipatory panic had begun to build up inside you. All you could think was that somebody must be dead. Suddenly you were very worried for Matilda, whose frail, brittle bones would likely not survive an accident, which was a very real possibility. In her line of work, what with all the manual labor, you often feared for her health, though she always insisted on being fine. But those thoughts were soon completely dashed from your mind. 

“The Saracens…they’ve come! They’re here to take Jerusalem!” 

You were stunned into speechlessness. You did not quite know the full gravity of such a thing, of how dire this could be for your whole way of life, and that of your mother before you and of her mother before her. How much would change, were the crusaders to fall! But Amelia’s next words gave you a relative idea. 

“They say they’ve brought 20,000 men to Montisgard, to match our army of 4,000. Oh, Your Majesty, we are lost, lost!” she wailed, burying her tear-stained face in your shoulder. For a moment after that she continued talking, uttering those same words over and over again, “lost, lost,” as if trying to understand the meaning of them. But to you the message had been clear enough, and your heart dropped all the way down to your bowels and all you could think was; Baldwin. 

Baldwin, the sweet fair-haired boy who’d kissed your hand like it was a holy relic on your wedding day; the one who’d known you well enough from a scant few glimpses here and there to know which gifts to buy for your birthday– and, for the record, they had been the most thoughtful gifts you’d ever received; the one who, unbeknownst to you, prayed for you every night and every morning; the one who had loved you since the beginning. That one, going to fight in a war he was doomed to lose. 

And then you were crying too. Great, fat, burning tears glided down your cheeks and into your mouth and onto yours and Amelia’s dresses as you clutched her to you. Your breath could come only in heaving gasps, ripping through your chest painfully. So great was your pain! You could not see that boy die. Then came an image of his broken body lying alone on the muddy battlefield, indistinguishable from all the others in death. Snot dripped down your nose. You cared not. 

Matilda opened the door and came in quietly. Your eyes pleaded with her not to deliver to you any more bad news. Her face, drawn into a solid, impassible mask, revealed nothing, except that it looked wan and much older. In her hands was a towering stack of parchment, so tall that it obscured her entire chest from your view. 

“Your Majesty,” she called demurely, much softer than usual, “before his departure this morning the King instructed me to bring these for you.” 

Rather violently, you wiped the tears from your eyes and wordlessly took the stack into your own hands, taking great care not to drop any. Everything was blurry but you flipped through the pages nonetheless, sinking further and further into a state of hysteria as you did so, realizing with a pang of horror that each and every sheet was a letter from Baldwin, addressed to you. There must have been a thousand of them, enough for one every day since your marriage.

Three years worth of love letters. 

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying in vain to abate the new volley of tears welling up inside you. Never had you known such love and devotion from another human being, and you couldn’t even say thank you.

Or goodbye.

As you flipped through the pages, you became grave and still. 

“My Dear Little Wife, you were beautiful today. I could smell your rose-scented oil from down the corridor. How I love that good smell…”

“My Dear Little Wife, would that I could take you out to the city on my horse, that your beloved arms could wrap tightly around me as we gallop across the orange earth…”

“My Dear Little Wife, as the imminence of war falls upon me, I know that my time may soon come to an end. If I could wish for one thing in all the world, it would not be to cure myself of this accursed affliction, but to have more days to spend living in bliss under the same roof as you. To know you is to love you, my dear. I am sorry if we lose this battle and you are stripped of your queenly title. I am sorry for all that might happen then. Understand that I fight for you, ma cherie. With all the love and tenderness one man can hold in his heart, I bid you goodnight, as your faithful husband, Baldwin IV.”

Yes, that was it, the last letter in the stack, dated only yesterday, and presumably at night. You promised to yourself, and whatever else was listening, that in the event that he did not return, you would read and cherish each and every letter. But you could not dwell on that thought. He would come back. He must. Because you needed him. 

“Heavenly father, if you would bring him back to me, I swear I will spend every last day by his darling side.” 

//taglist: @lzsia @eatmeandbirthmeagain @likeanecho344 @lunargraveyard @yoursoulisinyourkeepingalone @stickparrot

if anyone else would like to be added, please comment to let me know!

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival x ftm period

Mentions of blood, general pain, dysphoria, and drugs

♦️Garu, Aster, Morvay

Yakumo

Boy is comforting by nature and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Warm soup, mint tea, any kind of comfort food; he'll make it all for you. If he needs to he will even fight the awkwardness and ask his grandma for advice on how to make “someone” on their period feel better. He knows better than to out you to anybody, even to the people he trusts most. He just wants you to feel better.

Edmond

He's going to need some help. He heard that people like chocolate when this happens so he gets you expensive chocolate confections from your favorite bakery. If he's not too busy he might make some with you. Quality time is important to him and he wants you to know he's here to support you even if he's too awkward to express it with words. He will make time to try and comfort you as much as he can but it will be in all non verbal ways.

Olivine

He will pray for your recovery. He sympathizes with you, he understands how much his essence imbalance hurts him so it makes sense that your hormone imbalance hurts you. It hurts him seeing you so uncomfortable and him not being able to help. He really doesn't want to leave you alone and it hurts him when he can't be by you to help. Even if it's simply grabbing something for you he wants to take as much of your burden as he can.

Quincy

Quincy is big and I think he's very warm too, especially his right hand because of the gem. He cuddles up to you and uses himself as a hot water bottle. Resting his hand on your stomach and letting you use him as a pillow. If you have any kind of mood shifts he takes it in stride. It kind of reminds him of dealing with a cat; wanting pets one moment and biting his hand the next. It doesn't bother him much though and it's nice having a grounding personality like his around while you wait out the pain. He probably offers some natural pain killers if it gets bad.

Kuya

He has a herb that he gives you to help. You don't know what the plant is but it helps. All the pain and discomfort are gone but it makes you feel weird in the head. You've tried finding the plant but no book or even Quincy knows what it is. Kuya just tells you not to worry about it and enjoy not being in pain. You should probably be more weary of him but the herb works so well that you can't really say no.

Blade

He freaks out when you tell him you're bleeding. He thinks you're injured and immediately goes into protection mode. You have to explain it happens to some guys monthly. That's satisfactory for his curiosity for now. It's best to just tell him what helps you manage pain. If you don't he will take the initiative to look up what will help…and he will want you to try the weirdest home remedies. So unless you want him asking you to put a frozen potato wedge cover in sesame oil in your underwear, I suggest being open with him very early. It's so hard to say no to his puppy eyes when he's just trying to help.

Garu

This gets a little weird so continue with caution. He smells it right before you start bleeding and it scares him the first time. It hurts your heart to have him look at you so worried for a week. You know he's just concerned but honestly it doesn't help the dysphoria at all.

Karu

He is confused. Normally if something is causing you pain he just breaks it. Like when you stubbed your toe on the table, no more table no more problem. However he can't just rip your guts out, that would just make more of a problem. He tends to keep his distance unless you give him a specific task, once the task is over he's going back to keeping his distance though.

Dante

He is no help. Honestly he has no idea what to do. Normally the guys he's around only bleed when they are stabbed, but at least he knows how to dress a stab wound. This however, is out of his league. When this time starts he will assign a personal assistant to you to help. They have full permission to get you literally anything you need. Dante doesn't want to know about periods and assumes you don't want anyone to know about yours either, so your assistant is also sworn to secrecy.

Rei

No help in the beginning. I don't think he's been around many AFAB people so you are going to be his first reference point. After this happens a few times though he actually figures out the best ways to help you. He will learn what makes you feel better in terms of painkillers vs muscle relaxers, he learns if any foods make you feel worse and avoids them. Yeah he treats it like an experiment but as long as it helps in the long run he doesn't think it matters. Also he memorized all the early signs and is fully prepared for when it actually starts. I'm not sure how skilled he is with a scalpel (or if you can trust him with a scalpel) but he may offer to remove the problem if you want.

Eiden

I think he's the only one on this list who truly understands how much this week triggers your dysphoria. He will do anything he can help physically, but he is also extra protective of your masculinity during this time. He will literally fight anyone who misgenders you, and makes sure to give you lots of compliments. “Y’know most guys can't handle pain as well as you do. I've even seen knights cry at the sight of a paper cut haha!” He's very proud of you and will make sure you know just how manly you are.

Aster

Also kinda nasty so read at your own risk…. “Free meal”. He uh, gets pretty excited when it happens. He tells you stuff like “you look so handsome today~” and other masc compliments but it's all a ploy to get in your pants. Honestly he's more pushy than Morvay is when you're bleeding. It's just that the constant smell of your blood is impossible for him to ignore. He helps with pain management but is really only invested in the clean up.

Morvay

He heard an orgasm helps with cramps… this is the only thing he will do to help, but being a service bottom he does it so well. He will bring you food in bed, let you eat, make you cum till you can't see straight and pass you, rinse and repeat for a week. He gets so pouty if you leave because “doctor Morvay” just wants to make you feel better.

[florence-end]

Grand gestures

Helion x fem!reader

Request: Could you write a story where the reader is on her period and Helion takes care of her?

Warnings: none

The nausea and pain clouded your mind as you tossed and turned in the large bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. You were two days into your period and were yet to feel any relief from the symptoms.

Distantly, you could hear Helion clattering about in the kitchen. Despite your attempts to tell him you just wanted him to lay with you and rub your stomach, he was instead causing chaos as he tried to bake you brownies from scratch. The professional chef and various servants who usually prepared meals for the high lord’s household had been dismissed for the afternoon.

You had known when you first met Helion and the bond had snapped that he hadn’t really been one for committed relationships before you. Although he was naturally a very affectionate male, he lacked experience when it came to providing everyday care for a partner. As a result, he tended to overcompensate with grand but rarely well executed gestures when you would have been happy with a much simpler solution.

Muttered curse words reached your ears and you eventually admitted defeat in trying to find a comfortable position to lie in that would relieve your cramps. Groaning under your breath, you dragged yourself up and shuffled towards the kitchen to save your mate from himself.

As soon as you entered, Helion whirled to face you.

“Darling, what are you doing up? You need to rest,” he objected as you slid onto a high stool in front of the kitchen counter.

“I missed you,” you pouted, before resting your warm forehead against the marble in an attempt to relieve your headache.

Helion made his way toward you, hand outstretched to rub your back before overthinking it as he didn’t want to cause you any more discomfort.

“Please go back to bed my darling. I am almost finished in here and the dawn court emissary will be back shortly with the pain relieving bath oil I requested from Thesan so-”

Before Helion could finish his instructions, smoke began to swirl out of the oven. He sprinted over and pulled open the door, batting away the fumes before gingerly taking out the tray of charred batter. He looked devastated, and you were suddenly overcome with emotion at how much effort he was putting into taking care of you, even if he wasn’t quite hitting the mark.

Tears rolled down your face before you could stop them, and Helion was wiping them away before you even noticed he had moved back to your side.

“I’m so sorry darling, I’ll make more and it’ll take no time at all. Please don’t cry,” he fretted, mistaking your tears for upset about the brownies.

“I don’t need brownies, just need you,” you sobbed, leaning into him and prompting him to finally wrap his arms around you.

“But I thought females just wanted chocolate and space during their bleeds. I even consulted my council after we met and they confirmed it,” he frowned down at you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. You giggled through your tears at the thought of this powerful high lord consulting his courtiers on what to do during your cycle instead of the important political matters they were supposed to discuss.

“I’m sure that’s true for some females, but I just want your comfort. Come and lay with me?” you asked, giving your best puppy dog eyes.

“Oh not those eyes, you know I can’t stand it! I am going to have the chef make some brownies for me though, I feel I have earned them after such a torturous afternoon,” he mused, while carrying you back to your shared bedroom.

You just rolled your eyes.

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Thank you for this request! I have been waiting to write it until I got my period so I could comfort myself with the story lol so thank you for being patient💕

[blueiscoool]

Ancient Egypt's 'Screaming' Mummy May Have Died in Agony

It is a startling image from ancient Egypt - a mummy discovered during a 1935 archaeological expedition at Deir el-Bahari near Luxor of a woman with her mouth wide open in what looks like an anguished shriek.

Scientists now have an explanation for the "Screaming Woman" mummy after using CT scans to perform a "virtual dissection." It turns out she may have died in agony and experienced a rare form of muscular stiffening, called a cadaveric spasm, that occurs at the moment of death.

The examination indicated that the woman was about 48 years old when she died, had lived with mild arthritis of the spine and had lost some teeth, said Cairo University radiology professor Sahar Saleem, who led the study published on Friday in the journal Frontiers in Medicine.

Her body was well-preserved, being embalmed roughly 3,500 years ago during ancient Egypt's glittering New Kingdom period using costly imported ingredients such as juniper oil and frankincense resin, Saleem added.

The ancient Egyptians viewed preservation of the body after death as crucial to secure a worthy existence in the afterlife. It was customary during the mummification process to remove the internal organs, aside from the heart, but this had not occurred with this woman.

"In ancient Egypt, the embalmers took care of the dead body so it would look beautiful for the afterlife. That's why they were keen to close the mouth of the dead by tying the jaw to the head to prevent the normal postmortem jaw drop," Saleem said.

But the quality of the embalmment ingredients "ruled out that the mummification process had been careless and that the embalmers had simply neglected to close her mouth. In fact, they mummified her well and gave her expensive funerary apparels - two expensive rings made of gold and silver and a long haired-wig made from fibers from the date palm," Saleem added.

"This opened the way to other explanations of the widely opened mouth - that the woman died screaming from agony or pain and that the muscles of the face contracted to preserve this appearance at the time of death due to cadaveric spasm," Saleem said. "The true history or circumstances of the death of this woman are unknown, hence the cause of her screaming facial appearance cannot be established with certainty."

Cadaveric spasm, a poorly understood condition, occurs after severe physical or emotional suffering, with the contracted muscles becoming rigid immediately following death, Saleem said.

"Unlike postmortem rigor mortis, cadaveric spasm affects only one group of muscles, not the entire body," Saleem added.

Asked whether the woman may have been embalmed while alive, Saleem added, "I don't believe that this is possible."

Saleem was unable to determine how the woman died, saying, "We frequently cannot determine the cause of death in a mummy unless there is CT evidence of fatal trauma." Saleem cited evidence of a fatal head injury, slit neck and heart disease in three royal mummies.

The "Screaming Woman" was found at the site of the ancient city of Thebes during excavation of the tomb of a high-ranking official named Senmut, the architect, overseer of royal works and reputed lover of queen Hatshepsut, who reigned from 1479-1458 BC.

The mummy was inside a wooden coffin in a burial chamber beneath Senmut's family tomb. Her identity has not been determined but her jewelry - the gold and silver rings with images of scarab beetles, a symbol of resurrection, made of the gemstone jasper - showed her socioeconomic status.

Two scarab rings found in the coffin of the screaming woman.

"She was likely a close family member to be buried and share the family's eternal resting place," Saleem said.

The study revealed details of her wig. Its spiral braids were treated with the minerals quartz, magnetite and albite to harden them and provide the black color indicative of youth. Her natural hair had been dyed with henna and juniper oil.

A number of ancient mummies, in Egypt and the Americas, have been found with facial expressions resembling a scream - eerily similar to Norwegian painter Edvard Munch's "The Scream."

"I use this painting in my public lectures about the screaming mummies," Saleem said.

By Will Dunham.

[petitecreme]

The Fields. For this years Screamtober.

Thank you for reading!

We moved in shortly after he claimed the land. The house was quickly put together and I was perplexed why we were so far away from the town "It'll be good for us," Carlos said, "We'll raise horses, cattle and sons. We need all the land." Personally, it unnerved me, it was too vast, too quiet. I wasn't used to seeing so much sky. We truly were alone. He left me for long periods of time with our son, George, grew bored quickly. He already explored everything there was once he could walk. My education wasn't the best and I tried hard to teach him to read and write. I knew he would be grow up to be a great man, greater than his father and I wanted the best for him. But he got sick... in the middle of summer, a freezing chill. He kept coughing, day in and day out. Carlos brought the town's doctor and they could only say he just had a cold, it would pass. But the coughing didn't. George wouldn't stop coughing. until he did, stop.

--

I was alone. I had to bound my son and find a piece of earth that was soft enough to bury him. We didn't have any wood for a coffin. No way to contact the parish, What could I do? Carlos was still in town and I had no way of contacting him. I lost track of time crying and digging the earth, I didn't even hear the horse approach. I don't think I even saw it. You can see for miles here. It should've been easy to see, but there they stood in front of me, like a stain against the sky.

--

I've heard of snake-oil sellers. I suspected they thought I was easy pickings. But the way they talked... they sounded like they cared. I had no one at that moment, what was I to do? I was hurting so badly. I didn't know how to stop the pain, if they were to offer me respite, I wouldn't say no. Didn't the good book say that help came in strange ways?

--

The teeth was from an accident. George slipped and hit the table, thankfully there was no damage but I kept his teeth, I thought it would be a nice memento of his childhood to show his milk teeth, to have his height etched on the door frame, his first shoes... I don't remember much, they took the teeth and apologised, I don't know what for, I heard locust. It got loud. I can't remember.

--

Carlos didn't care.... He didn't care at all. and it felt *wrong*.

--

Carlos left for town again. I had to do the harvest on my own. Prepare the house for winter on my own. Set up the traps, on my own. They came again today. They gave me a gift. They told me it'll take the guilt and sadness away in my sleep. Am I allowed to be like this? To stop feeling this horrible ache for my child? For this life I live?

--

I had never heard someone talk like this. I was brought up to tend to my husband but...they were right. Carlos had never said a sweet thing to me. Had never helped with George, demanded I please him with never a word or look of my comfort. The locust returned as the wind grew strong, they were whispering "you can do what you want,”

--

The wind picks up, the fields rustle loudly and the locust sing.  "He doesn’t care about you,” “You can do better than him,” There is nothing for you here,” You can do...A N Y T H I N G,”

--

"You did great,” “We’re so proud of you,” “Look, they came back for you!”

--

"She always had the strength to do what she did. I merely gave her a small gift to see it. She's doing well the crows told me. She runs a small laundry business, cleaning shirts and sheets for hotels in town. Hard work, but she seems content. "I send jackrabbits to her occasionally, and if she decides to go fishing I will ride up there and see her; talk to her about her day; about her heart. It's clear now, she says, she's grateful to me and wants to repay my kindness. "We do not do for rewards in return, we do it because we see the pain and want it soothed. These lands are fair, but not kind. You need to live with others and itself. "White man say the land is theirs, but mother nature says otherwise."

[spidey-bie]

I guess for this unlabeled smut protest piece (idk what to call these) it's gonna be period headcanons because ya girl is suffering. Also just found out that I might have PMDD which sucks. Gender neutral reader as always.

TW: Blood, Menstruation

Was a tad bit freaked out when your attitude changed.

All he knew was that one minute you were laughing along about a joke he made and the next you were lying on the ground lamenting about your childhood trauma.

Whenever you get a depressive episode and you wanna be held he'll hold you. But if you just wanna be left alone he respects that. You're the one who's suffering after all.

He'll set up a warm bubble bath for you with a cute lil punk rubber duckie that he made.

He also knows a few natural remedies like using hot water bottles and drinking certain teas. And if you take pain meds he's got you.

He definitely knows how to get blood out of fabrics. (He's gotta get that fascist blood off his suit y'know.)

Your hair gets dry during your period? Hot oil treatment, scalp massages, the works.

Also he humors every one of your weird cravings. You want pineapples and potato soup damn it and he's gonna get it for you.

"You said the pineapple spears right lu-"

*Phone noises*

"Yeah I swiped the soup already. Your favorite brand and everything."

He ain't getting you none of that cheap chocolate mess like Hershey's either (that's slave labor chocolate anyways)

"Bie is this...Ombar? How'd you get your hands on this?"

"Don't worry about that luv. Just focus on you."

He'll occasionally make a quip about the constant changes in the temperature but he's always the first to get you a blanket of a fan when you need it.

"My people are from the tropics but this heat is ridiculous."

A/N: Every time I read period headcanons the reader is incredibly nice and I'm like who are they? I'm insufferable on my cycle. I don't wanna be around you and I know you don't wanna be around me. I looked up chocolate brands for this. I want chocolate now 😭

[sabrinathp]

Mays Menstrual Cycles

As most of us know, our cycles and the moon are super connected.

Some of us may have been experiencing irregular periods this month as well as cycles changing from new moon to full moon or vice versa.

Taking care of our bodies is crucial especially WOMB HEALING 💌

My fave things for when my cycle is here:

Raspberry Leaf Tea - contains powerful antioxidants & anti inflammatory properties which can help reduce menstrual cramps as well as bloating

Grapes & grape juice - can be very beneficial due to having nutrients such as potassium, copper, vitamin A & C as well as pantothenic acid which can help reduce inflammation and replenish iron levels that may be unbalanced

Castor oil - has been a natural womb healing tool for many years to alleviate menstrual pain and cramps. It’s power to help stimulate blood circulation may give some a heavier flow but with less pain and discomfort

Heat absorbed/self heating socks - can be used as a form of heat therapy. Heat therapy during our menstrual cycles is very important due to our bodies experiencing lots of inflammation

Warming pads - placing warmth directly on our abdomens & lower backs should be our #1 thing! Placing warmth in these areas can help relax uterine contractions which means less painful cramps. Warming pads can be anything! I’ve once had to use a bottle with hot water and it worked just the same as my electric heating pad.

For our summer months June/July/August womb healing will be very important!!

[caffeine-clouds]

Sonic Characters When They're Sick

Hi, I'm sick - which is fun. But this gives me a good excuse to make yet another post. How Sonic characters act when they or their friends are sick, let's go hoes:

Sonic: He has two moods. When he just has mild sniffles? The WHOLE world knows about it;. He whines with the worst case of man flu imaginable and acts like he's about to die - much to the annoyance of everyone around him.

However, when he has a sickness you should worry about? No, you won't know about it. He'll keep trucking along to the best of his ability until he faints. As for when his friends are sick? He's more likely to laugh than anything else before running to get some medication.

Tails: He's smart so he actually knows like - how to take care of himself. He has a tendency to downplay his symptoms though but thankfully Sonic can spot when Tails is going through a rougher patch than he's letting on. The only time Tails will neglect looking after himself is when he's currently working on a big project and he doesn't want to stop - regardless of his sickness. Sleepless nights end up only making things worse and you get the point. Sonic or Amy has to drag him away from his work as a result.

Knuckles: For a guy who's lived in the wilderness all his life and has never stepped foot in a hospital - he's only gotten sick once in his life, guess he built up his immunity. He's got all the natural herbal remedies ready to go for his friends and basically goes into full-blown crunchy mom mode when he hears they're struggling. You have medicine in your hand? Nope, nope. Put that down. He's got the flowers, herbs, salts, and essential oils right here - you'll be just fine.

Amy: Again, as a functioning member of society - she knows how to take care of herself. She balances it out - she has both medicine and natural remedies to treat herself and others. She is doting on others when they're sick, especially Tails. Although she doesn't have patience for Sonic's bullshit. She WILLL show up to your house with dozens of baked goods because sugar = happiness, simple equation.

Rouge: Drama Queen, period. Homegirl is dramatic even when it's just a common cold. This has had an undesirable effect on her teammates that we will discuss later. She lays on the couch under a blanket, tub of ice cream in hand and watch whatever TV show she's been meaning to binge. Being ill is an excuse to be chill - that's her motto. She might remember to take actual medicine.

Shadow: Can't get sick. But when someone around him is sick, his germaphobe mode fucking activates. He will be cleaning the same countertop for ten minutes straight, very vigurously. Why? Because Rouge ended up accidentally teaching him that all form of Mobian sickness is the end of the world and in his mind - anyone could die from a cold if untreated. He does not want it spreading, and if he could get Rouge to wear a hazmat suit - he would. He's the one reminding everyone else to take their fucking meds.

Omega: He doesn't really understand the concept of sickness all that much but when he sees Rouge in pain - his instict is to go straight to the source. He will interrogate to find out who she caught it from and will proceed to beat up that person if they fail to stop him. Although let's be frank - he's mainly just feigning his ignorance at this point so he can have an excuse to get violent.

Blaze: Again, knows how to take medicine and keep herself hygenic. Often doted on by castle staff allthough she doesn't really like it when it happens. She will keep insisting she can carry out her royal duties instead of taking rests - which can have poor effects. But again, castle staff are there to stop her from going too far. Her friends also encourage her to rest because they know of this habit of hers. If her friends are sick - she'll make sure they have their meds, a place to rest, and a warm cup of tea before leaving them so she can go about her day.

Silver: Surprisingly the most competent in dealing with sickness alongside Amy. Again, a surprisingly strong immune system despite how much ash he's probably inhaled over the years. Maybe chaos energy exoposure fixed it - who knows? But anyways - he rests, he takes his medicine, but if he hears his friends are in a fight he will show up to it regardless of how he feels. When his friends are sick - he's supportive, always checking in to offer company and he's texting cute cat GIFs to cheer people up.

Tangle: She's got you, okay? She'll make you a nice drink - hot chocolate - with cream and sprinkles - she's on it, she'll give you snacks, she will find her old video game consoles and comics to keep you entertained, she will get you dozens of blankets - everything you need! Everything... except... medicine. She has a tendency to forget the important part.

Whisper: If she doesn't know you too well, she'll pass you the paracetamol with the longest piece of apparatus she can find so she doesn't have to get too close to you. If she is close to you however, (i.e. Tangle) - she is fretting, girl is waiting on hands and knees, she is ready to give you EVERYTHING you need - you just gotta say the word.

[fatalattention]

how the stardew valley bachelors would help you while you’re on your period !!!^^

ALEX ;

- when his mom passed away, he was young, and wasn’t really aware of periods being a thing at all. he learned about it in school in health but it was the bare minimum. he occasionally heard period jokes online or in shows, and because of that his only view on periods was just being extra moody and sad.

- when you started dating, he completely forgot about periods. you were never one to talk about it when you hung out so it always just seemed irrelevant to him!

- the first time he knew you were on your period he felt a little awkward. the thought of you getting your period and y’know, bleeding, didn’t bother him at all actually, but he was actually worried about how you felt. (he had done some research and was horrified about how many symptoms there were.)

- he was hovering over you the entire time, asking what you needed, painkillers, water, some food, whatever you wanted, he would get for u!!

- he offered to rub your sore muscles, or your belly if you’re prone to cramps!

HARVEY ;

- being a doctor he is so knowledgeable about periods, obviously.

- when you got your period and told him, he told you to take it easy, giving you special doctors orders to relax and pamper yourself.

- he tended to you when he was home from work, bringing you home a heating pad and some tea he likes, hoping that will ease you.

- he offers to massage your shoulders or back for you when your sore, and he even has special lotions and oils for massages!

- he makes sure you stay hydrated, always refilling your water bottle, or giving you sports drinks if you prefer them. (he knows it’s not necessarily healthy but he needs you to stay hydrated.)

ELLIOTT ;

- a true gentleman

- he’s pretty educated on periods and menstruation. he keeps a journal of your periods so he knows when you’re gonna start!

- he buys pads and tampons for you, along with anything you want. chocolate, cookies, ice cream, maybe even some gummy worms? he’s getting them all for you. if you want a meal he’s incapable of making, he will make a quick run to the saloon!! he’s DEFINITELY not one to comment on the junk food people eat, and especially when you’re on your period.

- if you’re feeling extra emotional, elliott will gladly listen to you cry and be the shoulder for you to cry on, even if it’s a silly reason. he completely understands if you cry over a show, hell even a FANFIC. he won’t ever judge you. (elliott has cried over books before so he has no judgement)

- elliotts hands are really nice, and they’re VERY warm. if you need a tummy rub, elliott is positively your guy for that. his fingers and delicate and long and his palms are so soft. they’re so soothing, especially when his fingers massage out the knots of tension. (his fingers are great for other things but shhhh..)

SHANE ;

- shane is not naturally someone who is good at taking care of others, and he’s COMPLETELY uneducated on periods.

- after you had to explain it to him he was literally standing there in shock for a few moments. he was horrified for you.

- when you told him you were on your period like a week or so later, he was a little hesitant to offer you some support in fear he would fuck it up somehow.

- shane’s way of helping you is definitely just giving you things. he gives you a lot of snacks and drinks, his shirts or sweatshirts to wear, and he lets you entertain yourself with his games in his room when hes at work.

- when he comes home from work he always has a little snack, which he stole from the back of the mart.. it’s usually pepper poppers that you two share while you talk about your day.

- hes a little hesitant to engage in anything physical though, and it might take some time for him to warm up to you in that sense when you’re in so much pain. he’s worried he’s gonna inflict MORE pain on you T-T.

- it starts with long, warm hugs that linger, his hands resting on your waist as he rests his chin against your shoulder, you two slumping into each other. when you are ready for bed and particularly sore, whether it be your head or belly, he’s wrapping you in his worn down blanket. he rubs his thumbs softly against your temples, or he will massage the sides of your head with his big hands. if your belly is crampy and sore, he rubs his palm against your skin, or idly rests his hand where you said the pain was the worst, acting as a personal heating pad.

SAM ;

- sam is a natural caretaker even if he’s a little all over the place!

- he is pretty knowledgeable about periods, he learned a lot from his mom! so when you cancel plans with him suddenly, texting him that you didnt feel well because of your period, he was immediately sympathetic and offered to come over and take care of you! (he totally respected your boundaries if you didnt want him to come over)

- on his way over, he stopped by pierres to grab some things, an abundance of chocolate and other assorted candies, ice cream, face masks, a new pair of fluffy socks for you, and a few random dvds that he threw in his bag at home before leaving. he also had one of his oversized sweatshirts in his bag, knowing you would probably wanna steal that.

- once he arrives at your place, he presents you his gifts! he is insanely proud of himself!!

- he tells you to go sit down for a few minutes while he prepares a bath for you. when he’s ready, he calls you back. he helps you get undressed, giving you privacy to change your pads and such, before coming back in and helping you into the tub. he washes you down and rubs your shoulders as you just bask in the royalty treatment. after being thoroughly washed and almost falling asleep, he helps you out, dries you off, re-dresses you, and then sits you back on the couch. he brings in all of the goodies and turns on a movie, and he is VERY eager to do a face mask with you.

- if you need anything, like some water or some painkillers, sam gets up right away to get them for you. if you start to get emotional, he holds you and lets you cry.

SEBASTIAN ;

- sebastians actually killer at taking care of you like without knowing that hes great at it.

- he gives you his sweatshirts and (eagerly) lets you sit on his lap as he works. you get the free ASMR of sebastian’s INSANELY nice keyboard and his heartbeat, and you get his warmth. 9 out of 10 times, you fall asleep.

- once he’s done working, he carries you to his bed. if you happen to wake up, he offers to get you anything. he has a stash of painkillers in his room, since he’s very headache prone. whatever you need, he gets it for you in a heartbeat, and if you don’t need anything he will lay down with you.

- he doesnt have a favorite cuddling position, but he really likes holding you. any position that he can hold you is one that he really likes, bonus points if he can see ur face!!!

- most times just laying with sebastian is enough to dull the pain, but sometimes the cramps get more intense. sebastian owns a heating pad, and lets you choose between him massaging you or the heating pad! whichever you choose, he will totally respect that.

- if you feel uncomfortable cause of how gross you feel, sebastian offers to run you a bath, or at least a shower. he is a little timid to the idea of seeing you naked but if it’s for your comfort, he’s willing too.

- though he wont wash you like sam will, he’ll undress you and set out the fluffiest towel for you. he’ll also let you wear his boxers and shirts if it makes you feel better.

- he’ll order food from the saloon for you two to share, and you eat it in his room while you both watch some shitty romance movie that is so painfully cheesy! sebastian may or may not have cried a little bit.. damn sap..!

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Jack Conroy x period!reader

title: wild in the fire

warnings: descriptions of blood, pain

a/n: watched white fang and I had to write a period comfort. sorry for typos, btw reader is alex larssons daughter. enjoy babes.

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Alex had left to town to get more supplies for the cabin, more nails because Jack was in the process of fixing it up. But he wasnt going to be back till tomorrow because town was far along the river so he had to take the boat he had helped Jack make. Jack was fixing up the roof and I was sitting in the rocks, my toes feeling the coolness of the river as it splashed gently like waves.

 White Fang was in the cabin probably sleeping on Alex's bed like he told Jack time and time again to teach him not to, of course Jack didn't.  I pressed my knees to my chest and felt the sharp pains going through my stomach, I didn't want to show it though Jack was all the way up on the roof I doubt he could see me but I was wrong when he got off the ladder and walked towards me. 

He sat next to me in the rocks. "Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing a pebble and fiddling with it in his hands. 

"I'm okay, Jack." My voice wasn't as convincing as I thought it wouldve been though I wasnt even thinking about lying, it just came naturally.

Jack didn't buy it and I didn't blame him, he threw the pebble in the water. "You can tell me anything, really." His voice sounded soft and kind.

I look at him, my hair falling off one of my shoulders, I bite my lip a bit. I didn't want to tell him directly, maybe he'd find out himself. "Papa usually helps me with this but... He's off in town." 

Jack looked at me, his blue eyes glowed in the reflection of the river as the sun shines down upon it. He immediately knew but he didn't want to get the wrong impression, if he was wrong. "Oh, your period?" My heart stopped for a second, I didn't want to speak so I nodded, he nodded in response. "Does it hurt?"

I nod a little again, he struggled to put his hand on my back then instantly pulled away. "Let's get back in the cabin. I'll get you a hot water bottle started for you." He stood up and leaned his hand to help me up. 

Once we got in the cabin, White Fang put his head up and watched Jack. I walked by the empty bed and tried to loosen my dress as Jack got some water started on the woodstove, and saw me struggling. He didn't want to get too close in my personal space but he felt a need to help me, so he came close behind me. 

"Can I?" He asked and I nodded. He helped me loosen the back of my dress and get it off till I was in the white gown that was looser on my body. He made sure iw as comfortable enough in his sight before getting back to the stove not too far from me. 

I slowly sat down on the bed, Jacks bed. Jack carefully poured the hot water in the water bottle before closing it up and handing it to me and sat next to me. He bit his lip a little and put his hands on his knees, looking down at his feet, feeling a little awkward. "Does it feel better?"

"Yes it does. Thank you, Jack." I replied, holding the bottle close to my belly. 

He put his hand on my lower back, he wanted to comfort me the best he could. "Is there anything else that usually helps when youre-." 

Jack cut off like he was thinking. I was growing very attached to him it felt like a crush but I didn't admit that to myself that was all it was, I wanted him to feel the same and little did I know he did. He stood up to the small cabinet under the mirror, he rummaged through it and found a small glass vile. He headed back to me and sat back down.

"Can you lay back?" He asked. I did so, I didn't question him. He put his hands at the hem of my nightgown before looking back at me to see if it was okay, and I nodded. He unbuttoned just the buttons over my stomach without revealing too much. He put some oil on his palm before he started to run it gently on my belly. He was very gentle. 

I watched him, "how does that feel?" 

I smiled, "better." 

He smiled when he heard this, "I used to see my father do this for my mother when I was younger and then I slowly understood what he was doing. I thought maybe it would work on you." 

I smiled at how gentle he was with me, he knew how tender it could get and he was being very careful with my sensitivity. He rubbed till it was rubbed in before buttoning up my nightgown. He wiped his hands on his lap and looked back at me.

All the sudden I help my stomach and cried out in pain, Jacks eyes widen in worry. His first instincts was to protect me from any sort of discomfort and so he pulled me close to him and asked softly. "What happened? Are they worse?"

I nodded, my hands shaky as I held onto him. He pet my hair gently and rubbed my back, "it's alright, just try to let it wash over you."

My head was pressed to his chest and I heard his heart beating, it was so comforting I relaxed in his arms. "Is there anything you need? Anything at all." I shake my head, I gripped his sleeve a bit and tugged on him. "Just to what you need to do and I'll be right here." 

"I'm sorry Jack." My voice sounds shaky. 

He held me close. "You don't have to be sorry for anything. The pains are not your fault and you don't have to apologize for something you can't control. The only thing that matters right now is that I'm here for you and do whatever can to make you feel better." 

I lean on him, he saw I was still hurting so he put his hand in mine. "When you start to feel pain just squeeze my hand, okay?" He spoke softly. 

I breathed deeply. White Fang must have heard the commotion and so he got off Alex's bed and trotted to us. He hopped up on the bed next to me and Jack and lied near me. I put my hand over his neck. Jack smiles, "he must know you don't feel well." 

Jack pet White Fang on his head, "Jack?" I asked. 

He hummed in response, "hmh?" 

"Why are you helping me?" 

Jack was taken aback a bit when I asked, he felt a little concerned and he ran his hand through my hair. "Because you're in pain and I know periods aren't fun." 

I smiled a little and lifted my head, he wanted to make sure I wasn't in too much pain so he put his hand on my arm. I leaned in to kiss his chin, he saw this and moved a little so I landed on his lips. I pull back a bit but realized he did it on purpose so I kiss him again. He put his hand on my back. "Better at all?" He asked gently. 

I nod, "a little." He rubbed my back and put his face on my hair, leaned in so he lied me down and lied next to me. He held me close and kept rubbing my back. 

White Fang put his head in my lap and I patted his head, Jack smiled and little and pet him too. "He knows doesnt he?" Jack chuckled. 

I smile too, but I get a wave of pain, I squeezed his hand like he told me to. He instantly kissed the top of my head, "hey, I know you'd feel better if your father was here. How about we distract you?" Jack sat up a little, but never took his hand away from mine. 

"Like what?" I say, my voice a little shaky. I wasn't able to hear what he wanted to say because I cried out with some more pain, he gripped my hand he was really worried so he thought of a way to distract me but he didn't want to scare me. 

He kissed me, softly and gently still squeezing my hand with his and cradled my head with his other. He pulled away from my lips, our foreheads touching, he breathed. "Just breathe..." 

I take a deep breath, still shocked by the kiss but it made me feel better. He chuckled a little at my reaction and strokes my cheek. Through the rest of the night he held me close, he didn't want me to be alone and he got up at least twice to heat up some more water from the river and put it in the bottle for me.

He let me sleep in when he woke up and was careful to get out of the bed without waking me. He went outside and when he did Alex was there, starting to walk from the rocks, holding a bag. "Ah, sleep well?" Alex began. 

Jack nodded, running his hand through his hair. "Um, y/n she... Yesterday she got her-." 

Jack didn't need to finish, Alex nodded. "Mmh, did she need-."

"Yeah. I got her things she needs even used an old trick my father used to do for my mother." Jack rubbed the back of his neck, he didn't want Alex to find out about our kiss, hoping I wouldn't tell. 

Alex nodded and bit his lip. "Well, I got some more supplies for the mining. You should get started I'll go in and check on her." 

Jack nodded a bit and took the bag he had on his arm and watched him go into the cabin. I woke and saw him. "Papa..." 

He sat at the end of the bed, he rubbed my forehead. "Yes darling. I heard what happened and wanted to be sure you-." 

"Yes. Papa Jack took care of everything." I look at him. 

"I'm going to help Jack with the mining. I want you to rest." 

He was always so firm with me especially when I was in pain which he knew I most definitely was. When he left the cabin I lied back and thought about the kiss, I really wished that lasted forever. The way he held me and how gentle and understanding he was. I needed it more than anything else in the world.