#tw menstrual blood

[luminarai]

hey, hi, I was just on the former bird app and came across this info from a brand new study and now I cannot stop screaming internally??? what the actual fuckkkk

theres' an article from the guardian here and here is the actual study:

[beautifulsnake2162020]

Beginner menstrual cup insights

CW: Menstruation discussion, menstrual blood

Just for some background: I'm usually a pad user because tampons do not exist in my state 😅. And my first two menstrual cups arrived today and while I haven't successfully placed the entire thing inside yet here are some insights I've had:

1.) When in doubt buy the small narrow designed. Especially if like me you are transitioning from pad to cup. I'll be honest I bought the wider kind of designs because it was cheaper and I thought as someone on the chubbier side that I needed a wider and bigger cup (which is why I also bought a large cup). Well it turns out I'm struggling to get the entire thing inside me and my most successful attempts so far have been with the bottom part of the cup outside. I showed this to my cup friend and she showed me hers which was much more narrower than mine and was easier to use. If I could go back in time I would tell myself to look for a small and narrow design;

2.) My biggest hassle was actually trying to help the cup go deeper since at some point I need to release it, it pops open and there's this maneuvering of breaking the seal and pushing it up. And let's just say now I understand why menstrual cup applicators exist because my dominant hand is tired from all the experimenting on breaking the seal while pushing it in while my non-dominant hand is carefully making sure it doesn't fall in the toilet by accident. My biggest success so far has been to use a push down method for insertion and a C-fold to break the vaccum while doing my best to push it in;

3.)Since this is my first time having any internal menstrual products, I think my body is just not relaxed enough yet to shove the cup where it's supposed to be. I'll try again next cycle on the heaviest day since today I'm almost finished with this one and so there's not enough blood to help lubricate things.

[desecratedclergy]

The Priest's Personal Eucharis♱ (pt. 1: Holy Wine)

a note:

I've made text posts talking about it before so I don't think this theme is too unexpected, but this is my first time posting art of this particular blood kink. Although it was part of the reason I made this blog, I'm still shy about sharing art of it, as it seems to be one of the bigger taboos. Of course I understand why it's regarded as such. Just keep in mind it will continue to be a recurring theme here, so if you've been able to tolerate my rambling text posts but visuals are too much, I won't be offended at all if you'd rather unfollow. Protect your peace! ♡︎

[kirks-slutty-torn-shirt]

"Return Your Mother's Embrace"

"Stand still, yargachin. Can you hear it? The earth is breathing. Listen to it. Stand still and listen... reveal her vein, and she will reward you. Embrace you. Return your mother's embrace."

so i've had this idea for a little while, that herb brides see menstruation as an overall positive and beautiful experience.

as the blood runs down their legs and seeps into the earth, they feed her, giving a part of themselves to Mother Boddho each month, and she returns to them a bountiful harvest of herbs.

also i like to imagine that the herb brides all have their menstrual cycles synced and they magically send their period cramps to young vlad

also also this is the first time ive used watercolors in like forever and it was SO much fun!! im so proud of how this painting turned out i love it so much!!

and of course

[dewedup]

hear me out (raindrop)

“That’s not gonna work,” Dew whines, trying to stay strong in his resolve as he clenches his legs together tighter.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of working.”

“Absolutely not.”

Denial isn’t only a river in Egypt, and Dew won’t admit to himself, let alone Rain, that he was actually considering the offer.

Instead, Dew narrows his eyes and growls as he watches the water ghoul walk out of the room, tossing a quick wink over his shoulder before Rain turns the corner and leaves Dew to bury his head in his hands and question the series of events that led to this being his life.

or

i fell off the face of the earth for 8 months and came back with some raunchy raindrop smut (very on brand for me)

IT'S PERIOD SEX GUYS, IF THAT'S NOT FOR YOU THEN DON'T CLICK FURTHER

words: 2,303

under the cut but can also be read on AO3

Dew’s woken up by a tongue lapping lazily between his folds, working its way up and down his slit before diving as deep as it can get. He barely has time to register that he’s conscious before his orgasm peaks, being prodded from his cunt by the tongue still languidly licking at his core. Dew doesn’t have the mental functions yet to do anything more than snake his hands under the sheet and grasp the head of hair belonging to the person at his all-you-can-eat buffet, tugging them closer and bearing down as he rides the waves of pleasure. 

The moans being torn from his mouth are still heavily covered in the raspiness of sleep, making them lower and more throaty than what he usually has to offer. The sound of his own deepened voice sends a trill of pleasure down his spine and he rocks his hips up one last time, pushing into the face between his thighs, before flopping bonelessly onto the mattress. 

Rain’s head pops out from under the sheet, brown eyes and pupils blown wide as he swipes his tongue around his mouth. Dew’s heart jolts at the sight of blood on Rain’s chin, embarrassment colouring his cheeks. 

“Shit Rainy, I’m sorry I didn’t realize…” Dew’s words falter as he gestures sheepishly at himself and then at Rain’s chin. The wicked smirk that curls around the water ghoul’s lips causes a stirring in Dew’s lower stomach and he feels a small gush of what he desperately hopes isn’t more blood from the place between his legs. 

“Don’t apologize Droplet, it’s shark week and you’ve stumbled into open water.” Rain purrs, inhaling deeply through his nose, eyes dropping back down to the weeping cunt in front of him. 

Dew blames his post-orgasm haze for the few seconds it takes for Rain’s words to register before he’s snapping his legs closed. 

“Rain,” Dew snarls. “That’s not happening, be fucking for real.”

“It’s already happening, love. Now be a dear, and let me get another taste.” Rain’s fingers trail along Dew’s thighs, putting a little pressure to try and pry them apart. He pouts up at Dew, eyes wide with an innocence he can’t completely achieve with the way they gleam conspiratorially. 

“That’s not gonna work,” Dew whines, trying to stay strong in his resolve as he clenches his legs together tighter. 

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of working.”

“Absolutely not.”

Denial isn’t only a river in Egypt, and Dew won’t admit to himself, let alone Rain, that he was actually considering the offer. 

Instead, Dew narrows his eyes and growls as he watches the water ghoul walk out of the room, tossing a quick wink over his shoulder before Rain turns the corner and leaves Dew to bury his head in his hands and question the series of events that led to this being his life. 

-

The next few days are spent with Dew’s guard all the way up. His shoulders tense whenever he catches a whiff of Rain’s scent. He’s sneaking around like a bad comedy, tiptoeing through the halls of the den. His bathroom breaks are like clandestine meetings, rushing through his normal routine and disposing of all evidence he was there in the first place. 

His fellow ghouls sympathize with his time of the month. The cloying scent of blood following him around like a neon sign declaring ‘OPEN SEASON’ to the hungry gaze of the water ghoul. 

Despite his best efforts, Dew feels his will slowly crumbling like a sandcastle during high tide. 

-

It comes to a head when Dew’s lying pitifully on the couch, his stomach cramping to its own hidden rhythm,  pulling nasally whines from the fire ghoul. 

“What can I do, bud?” Mountain asks, mindlessly pulling Dew’s hair into elaborate braids before shaking it out and starting over again. Dew had curled up to the bigger ghoul over an hour ago and refused to move since. 

Luckily, Mountain was binge watching the new season of his favourite show, some weird period (no pun intended) piece revolving around the courting of eligible females. They talk funny, but Dew would be lying if he tried to say he hadn’t gotten sucked into the story around the second episode. 

He lets out another pathetic whine as his stomach cramps again. Mountain shushes him comfortingly, petting his hair while simultaneously turning the volume of the show up so he doesn’t miss any dialogue. 

“Enough!” Dew jolts at the shout, while Mountain just rolls his eyes and presses the pause button, shifting his gaze to the water ghoul who just entered the den. 

Rain looks like a ghoul possessed, the lines of his body tight with tension, his eyes wild. Dew feels his stomach twist in a way that doesn’t cause him any physical discomfort, but mentally he’s doing somersaults. 

“Get. Out.” Rain spits at Mountain, his upper lip pealing back to reveal his fangs. 

“No.” Mount stares, unimpressed at the display before him. Rain’s eyes narrow slightly, before his lips shift into a grin that borders on insane. 

He’s across the room in seconds, scooping Dew from Mountain’s arms and turning on his heel. Rain tosses a hiss over his shoulder at the earth ghoul, before carrying Dew down the hallway and into his room. 

The bed smells like a mix of their scents. Dew takes a second to breathe in deeply when Rain deposits him, unceremoniously, in the middle of the mattress. 

“Hear me out,” Rain begins, pacing the room along the foot of the bed as he works himself up to get to the point. Dew’s intrigue pulls him onto his elbows, reclining slightly while tracking the water ghoul’s movements. 

“Listen,” Dew sighs as he tires of waiting for Rain to continue his explanation. “If this is about before-“

“Hear me out!” Rain repeats, voice raising as he stops pacing to kneel in front of Dew on the mattress. “I know you’re not sure about it, and if you don’t want to, then it’s fine. But I can smell your uncertainty. It’s new for both of us. And maybe I came on a little too strong, but you just drive me crazy.”

“Just what every ghoul wants to hear,” Dew responds sarcastically, eyes narrowing shrewdly. 

“In a good way!” Rain backtracks, holding his hands up in surrender. “Everything about you makes all rational thought leave me. I feel like I’m reduced to this primal instinct to just fuck you senselessly into whatever surface is closest.” 

Dew’s cheeks flush at the way the words stroke the flames of his desire. 

“I know this is out of your comfort zone, but I really want to try. Could we try? We can take it slow, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable it’ll be a hard stop.”

“Rain, I-“ Dew’s words are cut off by the deep growl Rain releases. The noise vibrating through his entire body, making his cunt clench tightly around the tampon he had inserted a few hours ago. 

“You’ve been walking around, teasing me senselessly for days, Dewdrop. I’ve been panting after you like a lovestruck kit, with barely even a look tossed in my direction. If this is a hard no for you, you’ve got to say it right now. I won’t be upset. But your scent of shame, arousal and blood is going to drive me up the wall if I don’t get to worship you properly. Right. The. Fuck. Now.”

Dew mewls pathetically, eyes wide and desperate as he tries to cling to any coherent thought running through his mind. The only thing is his body, screaming on repeat, to let this pleading ghoul pray at his alter. 

He’s nodding before he even realizes, arms reaching out to grasp onto Rain wherever he can find purchase. But the ghoul eludes him, moving back slightly on the bed, eyes bordering on feral. 

“I need to hear you say it. Use your words, Dewdrop.”

“I-“ Dew hesitates, swallowing around the lump in his throat. But one look at the trust, need and hunger in Rain’s eyes has him squaring his shoulders. “Yes.”

“Oh thank fuck,” Rain groans, surging forward and pressing against Dew’s lips so aggressively their teeth clack together. Dew gives as good as he gets, claws burrowing into Rain’s shoulders as Dew cants his hips up, desperate for any kind of friction. Rain hushes the needy whines Dew doesn’t even realize he’s letting out at an embarrassingly high frequency. 

Rain works his lips down the column of Dew’s throat, licking and biting occasionally as he burns a path lower. A choked gasp escapes when his mouth locks onto Dew’s nipple, using his teeth to pull taut on the ring there. 

Dew’s on a hairpin trigger already, trying embarrassingly hard not to cum from another swift tug on his nipple ring. His body is strung tight, tethering on the precipice of his release, when Rain’s thumb pushes down deftly on his clit. 

“Oh-oh fuck, Rain, YES!” Stars cloud his vision, jaw dropping as Dew tries to gulp in air after shouting loud enough for the entire clergy to hear what they’re up to. 

“That’s it, baby.” Rain praises, sliding further down Dew’s body until he’s kneeling between his legs, looking like the cat who caught the canary. 

Dew watches through heavy-lidded eyes as Rain’s hand trail low, though they widen comically when he sees the water ghoul wrapping the string of his tampon around a clawed finger. He feels unsure, despite Rain stroking his free hand along Dew’s thigh in a reassuring way. 

“Relax,” Rain orders, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards as he watches Dew forcibly untense his muscles. Dew doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely isn’t the way Rain starts to slowly pull, then push his tampon back in. He repeats the motion, becoming faster and more sure in his movements with gasp Dew lets out at the foreign feeling. 

“Fuck,” Dew hisses at the slight burn, his sanitary product being turned into a cruel dildo, while he can do nothing but lie there and take it. He’d be a damn liar if he said it didn’t feel divine. 

Rain slides his other hand up Dew’s thigh, finding its home at the juncture between his legs. His thumb rubs in a steady circle around the bundle of nerves, timing perfectly with the tempo in which he fucks Dew with the tampon. 

It’s too much. The rapidly increasing ministrations, paired with the way Rain is watching on in pure, unadulterated fascination. Dew feels himself cresting the hill again already, claws digging into the bedsheet as he hits his peak. 

His cunt clenches around nothing. 

Dew’s utterly thrown, looking around wildly to where Rain is standing. His eyes lock on the red-stained cotton hanging from where it’s still wrapped around Rain’s finger. 

Dew can see what’s going to happen mere seconds before it does, Rain raising the soaked tampon to dangle above his head, opening his jaw as he slowly lowers the object of his desire. It takes every inch of willpower on Dew’s part to scramble to a sitting position, throwing his hands out in alarm. Rain turns and focuses his chocolate-coloured irises on the fire ghoul who’s still shaking from his last orgasm. 

“Absolutely the fuck not, Rain. If you start sucking on that thing like a popsicle, I swear to Satan I will get up and leave,” Dew threatens, but it’s weak and his voice cracks halfway through. While, realistically, the thought of Rain sticking Dew’s used tampon in his mouth is off-putting and mildly disgusting, some part of him finds it insanely hot- and that’s not something he’s willing to address at this particular moment in time. 

Rain pauses, cocks his head to the side and Dew fears for a second that he might just call his bluff. They stare at each other in silence before Rain shrugs, tossing the tampon over his shoulder where it lands perfectly in the trash can beside his desk. 

“Whatever you say,” Rain concedes, and why does some tiny part of Dew wish Rain would push him harder on the subject? To try and get him to crack on his already paper thin resolve regarding this issue? He doesn’t have time to ponder that train of thought as Rain rises to his full height, towering over where Dew is still sitting on the bed, hands frozen from when he initially asked him to stop. 

“But let’s get one thing straight.” Dew’s head snaps up, freezing as Rain’s claws trail along his cheek, down to his neck, where he wraps his fingers around in a firm grip, pinning Dew in place with not only his hand, but his eyes as well. Dew swallows against the constriction, enjoying the way he struggles to move the saliva down his throat. 

“Your crimson carnation is mine. I, alone, harvest and reap the benefits. Don’t disrespect me by using those glorified sponges.”

“Oh fuck off, who actually says shit like that?” Dew scoffs, but his words are choked off by Rain tightening the grip around his throat. 

“You wanna put that dirty mouth of yours to use?”

Dew wants to bite back, spit some more filth towards the water ghoul, but he’s salivating at the thought of getting his lips around Rain’s cock. So he swallows his pride and nods, never breaking eye contact while looking up from under his lashes. 

“Well, that’s too bad.”

Rain shoves him backwards onto the bed, diving tongue first into his cunt. Dew fumbles for a second, hands gripping the sheet as he gets thoroughly licked apart. 

Rain fucking growls into his pussy, eating like a man starved. 

“What the fuck?” Dew breathes out to the ceiling, looking for an answer from some higher power. 

[mechidraws]

His cycle started while at practice 💔

OG pic

[babyboywinchester]

Dean would fuck Sam on his period after reading that it helps with cramps, headaches, body aches and reads how some people have even gotten pregnant thinking it was safe to have sex on their period.

You know did don’t give a fuck either. The first time Sam sadly tells him, “we can’t because I’m on my period. :((“ and Dean’s like “fucking and?” As he’s laying down a towel. “It’s just blood. I get blood on me all the time. Fuck it.” And Sam finding something else to be in awe of. His brother still finds him sexy, fuckable, even when he’s bleeding and feels like a crampy mess.

[silverskye13]

(Forgot what the name of the order/church Helsknight is a part of) but being part of that while AFAB must be absolutely wild every month. I can just imagine a knight lying on the floor in absolute agony with a hot watter bottle over their stomach like "hels yeah, my sain't must love me right now"

Alakjsjdjfjf

"Saint of Blood and Steel," they pray miserably, laying face down on the floor, curled around a hot pad, "if I dedicate this next 5-10 day period to you, could you pretty please make the cramps stop? I am literally actually begging--"

[cum-a-calla]

bet Kappa would be so excited about the mention of a menstrual cycle

tits hurt? cramps? crying, angry, horny, confused? tired? hungry?

he's all over it, spidery, long fingers, his lips, his unblinking sort of penetrative gaze. his cock. constantly looking for you, feeling you. cooing at you with his low voice that's all at once infantilizing and embarrassing and so utterly needed. aww, darlin. feelin needy? you need Kappa? you want me to take good care'a you?

because at the crux of it all, it reminds him of your humanity - it reminds him he can fuck his seed deep into you. it reminds him that there's an entire week he gets to watch you bleed without forcing you to. it reminds him you're a creature of willing, pliable flesh, it reminds him that somewhere, biologically, maybe you might really, really need him, crave him, and it makes him obsessed. watching you, fucking you, pushing his fingers inside just to see.

maybe it reminds him that he can fuck life into you, even by force. it's your duty, isn't it? don't you care? don't you want Kappa to fuck you so full that you help him fight against the technological enemy? right?

and so he becomes unwavering in his attentions, totally fascinated and constantly hard. aching. touching, doting, feeling. he knows how precious and difficult this must be, your human, womanly burden, your monthly trial. and it makes his own blood boil

[praetoravila]

it’s my period and i’ll cry if i want to:

a/n: i am on my period and suffering so unfortunately poor macie has to as well. i got my first one at age 10, so a few years before she got hers, and my experience with it was nowhere near as heartwarming lol. but hey, they say the best way to deal with your trauma is to push it onto the fictional blorbos in your head! or something like that.

trigger warning: menstruation. that’s the biggest one. this drabble explicitly talks about it, and macie being scared of the blood, and cramps. there’s also some unintentional sexism from macie about your period making you a woman. she’s repeating stuff she’s read before, it’s not really what she actually believes. if any of this is too much for you to read at the moment, feel free to skip this drabble!

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @bibaybe @ithinkyouhealedmyheart @selangkir @ceruleanmusings @raging-violets @daughter-of-melpomene @nolanhollogay

Macie stared down at her bedsheets with wide eyes. There was blood. She knew what this meant, that she had gotten her period, but still.

She had woken up and now there was blood on her sheets, and as she shifted around slightly in her bed, she realized there was blood also in her shorts and oh God, she was dying.

She wasn’t actually, not really but damn did it sure feel like it. Her stomach churned and she felt herself getting lightheaded.

“Macie?” Her older sister Miranda called. Macie looked at the doorframe, grateful that the door was closed. How the hell was she going to explain this to her sisters?

“You okay? Breakfast is ready.”

“Okay.” She called back, her eyes shut so she didn’t have to look at the blood anymore. “I’ll be down in a minute.” Her voice wavered as she spoke, and she cursed herself internally.

Her sister’s footsteps paused. She could hear the door handle opening as Miranda turned it. Even with her eyes shut, she could her sister’s eyes on her.

“Kiddo?”

“There’s blood.” Macie said. She could hear the babyish tears in her voice. She couldn’t be crying. She was a woman now. Right? That’s what all the books said.

“Mace.” Miranda walked into her room, and Macie opened her eyes, looking up at her big sister. “Here.” She grabbed Macie’s pink Bratz doll towel off the ground, handing it to her.

��Wrap yourself up in this, go take a shower. I can wash the sheets. It’s not a problem.”

Macie looked at her sister, and God, now the tears were really coming full force. Miranda leaned over, her hands gently cupping Macie’s face. “I’m sorry we didn’t prepare you for this better. But it’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Macie nodded, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “Okay. Thank you.” She moved to get out of bed, wincing at how much it hurt. Miranda quickly moved to help her, her hands gently rubbing her sore back as she helped Macie off her bed. Macie felt that lightheaded feeling again as her feet reached solid ground.

“You good to walk to the bathroom by yourself or do you want help?” Miranda asked, and Macie felt her cheeks heating up as she nodded. “I got you. C’mon kid.”

Her sister led her out of her room. Macie squeezed her eyes shut as another cramp hit, and she realized, holding onto Miranda’s hand, it didn’t hurt as much. It still sucked, but she didn’t feel as terrified.

And that, was what she wanted the most. To not feel fear. To feel fearless.

[gentlemonst3r]

In my quest to find the opposite of a breeding kink (I'm tokophobic, we don't do that around here), I came across menophilia and I think I like it maybe a little too much

Oh, to have a vampire partner who just begs to go down on me whenever I'm on my period...

[secretkittywolf]

Suffering with my time of the month and I decided to share some helpful tips that I use when going through this pain.

Tip 1: Prepare your pads before going into the shower.

I learnt this early on and it saves so much time! No need to scurry around the bathroom. Just sit down, sort your pads out, lay them on the mat outside the shower, leave your towel nearby and then hop in. When you get out, your pads are all ready to go and no need to struggle, especially when it comes to winter time and your shivering due to the cold.

Tip 2: Wear black underwear

It will show less but trying to find any blood afterwards is a nightmare. I solely use black underwear for my periods and white or any coloured ones for after and I use dish soap and an old toothbrush with cold water to scrub out any stains.

Tip 3: Towel in bed

If you have a heavy flow, sleep on a towel above your sheets. It will stop the blood from staining your sheets and best to fold the towel for that extra protection

And lastly Tip 4: Juice

If your someone who suffers from a heavy flow, please please PLEASE do this! This will help you! I've been doing this for months and it works!!!

First buy a juice processor. I got mine on Amazon but it HAS to be a juice processor. A blender or Ninja will not work.

Secondly, use this recipe:

3-4 beetroots I use vacuum sealed beetroots but don't use the ones in vinegar. It isn't nice.

1/2 cucumber

1 Orange

A handful of spinach leaves

1 ring of pineapple

1 spig of parsley

Shove these into the juice processor and then drink it daily. You don't need to drink a whole lot but if you want to, you can make more.

It may taste weird at first but it has helped maintain my flow. I'm no longer as heavy as I used to be and those annoying cramps? Reduced to a dull ache.

I'm not kidding. It's that good.

You can also do:

1 Apple

1/3" of ginger

1 carrot

1/2 cucumber

1 spig of parsley

3-4 beetroots

It works just as well.

I really hope these help anyone who's suffering through their period. These have helped me and I want to help others

[ronirasch]

crazy there’s a whole population that will never understand what it feels like to stand up on your period on a heavy flow day

like you guys just exist in a world where you don’t feel blood leave your body once a month

[slashmeharderdaddy]

FREEZER POP

Aunt Flo’s in town and it gave me this idea. I only just now got around to writing it. Art’s s/o, Mal, is on her period and, knowing Art’s a cannibal, decides to give him a special treat.

TW: Blood, menstruation, periods, mention of cannibalism

Mallory winced as another sharp pain stabbed through her. Gritting her teeth, she sucked in a breath through her nose, held it for a few seconds, then let it out through her mouth. She’d always had hellish periods before going on the pill, but after switching to an IUD a couple years ago, her period cramps had returned. She had been tired for the last few days, so much so that she had called in sick the day before just so she could get some sleep. When her period started, she finally understood why.

“Fuck this shit,” Mal grumbled as she grabbed a square of toilet paper to keep the blood off her fingers. The tampon came out with a single yank. Just as she was about to drop it into the toilet, she paused, an idea springing to mind. “Hold on a second…”

Mal glanced down at the tampon. Art had been in her life long enough for her to know he had some…unique tastes when it came to food. He had already earned his red wings, and then some. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he had spent the rest of the night eating her pussy like a man half-starved. He never spent more than a night—maybe two—with her, but he had spent the entire week with her that week, disappearing during the day and returning at night to eat her out again.

Now, staring at the tampon in her hand, Mal wondered if he might want it. Never before had she considered keeping any of her used tampons. To her, it was disgusting, and they were meant to be thrown away. But her cannibal…whatever the hell Art was…might not think so. Maybe he’d want them. Maybe they’d be a treat for him.

Sighing, Mal tossed it into the sink and finished up. Wrapping the tampon in a paper towel, she stashed it in a Tupperware container in the back of the fridge.

~ ~ ~

I have a treat for you,” Mal said when Art inevitably returned. Ever since that night, he’d somehow learned her cycle. She didn’t want to know how—when it came to Art, some things were better left a mystery.

Art perked up, his mouth forming a surprised O as he gestured to himself.

“Yeah. It’s in the freezer if you want it. It’s in the Tupperware in the back.”

Art clapped his hands and skipped into the kitchen. Mal shook her head, still in awe of the way he could be so lethal yet so whimsical at the same time. She knew as soon as they’d gotten involved with each other that he would be her death.

Mal followed Art into the kitchen, where he was digging through the freezer. She smiled as he pulled out that morning’s Tupperware container. Several more used tampons had been added to it, wrapped in a paper towel. She had written Art’s name in glittery pink gel pen on each one. His eyes widened when he opened the container. Glancing up at her, he pointed excitedly at his name.

“Yeah. I wanted to surprise you.”

Art grinned and grabbed one of the tampons, tearing at the paper towel with his teeth. He paused, stunned, when he saw the tampon.

“It’s probably weird, but…I thought these could be a sort of…well, freezer pop. If you want them. If not I’ll throw them out—“

Art cut off Mal with a wave of his hand before popping the tampon into his mouth. If he were the type to ever make a sound, she knew he’d be letting out a moan of delight as his eyes fluttered shut. He replaced the lid and shoved the container back into the freezer.

Art opened his eyes and held out his arms with a beckoning motion. As Mal stepped forward, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I take it you like the freezer pop?” She said, chuckling. Art nodded. “Good. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

[cilil]

One of the coolest things you can do if you have a uterus and menstruate is sync your cycle up with the moon. Raise your arms to the sky and summon the forces of death and darkness as the blood moon rises and you get ready for a sacrifice to the blood gods.

Also don't worry, blood sacrifices are not a gendered thing so the energy you channel is as womanly, manly, non-binary, agender etc as you wish.

Rise with me, brothers, sisters and siblings. Blood for the blood gods.

If uterus gotta do what uterus gotta do, we might as well have fun with it.

[blazerraiden]

Gore art about menstrual pain below

View at your own risk