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[mikodrawnnarratives]

im waiting for pills to kick in now that ive started for the month so little idea for broken clasp duo, tw menstruation talk:

I dunno if i'll get around to drawing or writing this but im having fun imagining this sort of crack scenerio:

So. Nova post canon sometimes having the thought of how old Evie would be if she was alive (she dont know, pre reveal). And sometimes she thinks abt what she might have taught her abt, if shed be the one to tell her abt stuff like menstruation and what not. I cant see Honey or Ingrid being the best at telling Nova when she got hers, well. Maybe Honey.., but anyway THEYD probably be flawed. Maybe Leroy would help out. ANYWAY And nova would think abt how she might have done things differently if her sister survived.

But alas. Wasn't meant to be

UNTIL NOT

Maggie's alive, and that drama ensues maybe when Maggie's 16-17. Next time Nova is reminded of her wonders, its still sorted into the Life Events That Nova Didn't Get To Be With Her Sister For category ish. Cuz. Surely Maggie's already gotten it and has heard the speal. It'd probably be awkward anyway y'know they are still new to being sisters and mending their relationship, probably for the best to avoid awkward puberty talk

Oh well, move on.

EXCEPT ONE DAY NOVA FINDS OUT MAGGIE'S REAL DELAYED AND HAS HAD ALMOST NO EDUCATION ON THE MATTER

Maggie's like NOVA WTF IM BLEEDING OUT AND DYING IM DYING THIS IS THE END I CANT DIE IM SUPPOSED TO BE A SURVIVOR AAA

shes not gonna be happy that this'll be a recurring thing

and nova gets that awkward, but no longer impossible, scenario with her sister she never thought would happen

[transgymbro]

I’ve always found it funny that it took until age 20 for me to realize I was a guy, especially given:

When I was very young, my grandmother told me to act like a lady. I don’t remember if I said it out loud or not but I remember thinking that I don’t want to be a lady.

When I was about 7, I heard the word “tomboy” used to describe me and I thought it meant “boy in a girl’s body” and was happy to identify with it. I was later disappointed to find out the actual meaning.

When I was 11, I dreaded my chest growing and hated it when it started. I didn’t want my chest to look like mom’s. I didn’t want to wear bras because they looked ugly and uncomfortable and frilly.

From 11 onwards, I’d hide my period for as much as I could, only revealing it to ask for pads from my mom. When I needed to ask my friends, we made it like a drug deal, making sure no one could see what I was being given. We even had a code word for it (hell’s waterfall, or something like that). When I was in the school bathrooms, I’d try to make sure that no one was in there, or that the sound of me opening my product was muffled by something else. I was never sure why I was ashamed of it.

As a teenager I remember that I always saw myself in my head with a flat chest, large shoulders, and flat stomach, and was disappointed when the shirts I wanted didn’t fit like that. I was also disappointed to take off shirts. I didn’t like seeing my chest much back then either, but I wasn’t sure about exactly why.

I remember that I was jealous of all the guys’ muscles as a teenager too. I wished I could be built like them but wasn’t quite sure how. This wasn’t necessarily dysphoria or gender envy but in my case, it probably was.

A lot of this probably is what culminated in me trying to pick fights with every single guy that irritated me. Maybe I was mad at a lot of guys because they were tall, muscular, and flat chested, and I wanted to prove that I was just as much of a man as they were by beating them up. I never got the chance though, they refused to hit a “girl”. Weird way to phrase being too chicken to fight me.

My high school had different caps and gown colors based on gender. I remember being mad when my mom marked me down as female. I didn’t want to wear white. But now I’m wondering if I just didn’t want to be seen as a girl. I still have to order myself a new maroon set, but maybe I’ll wait until after height surgery.

Maybe most of this had to do with not knowing what “transgender” was until I was 16. Maybe some of it had to do with only knowing what I knew from a transmed, and figuring that it could never be me according to what they said. I can’t control or change any of that, but I still wonder, what could have happened if I knew, and then did something about it earlier?

[cloudcountry]

I'M CALLING YOUR TWIN

SUMMARY: Floyd with an afab mc who gets mood swings on their period.

CHARACTER: Floyd Leech.

WARNINGS: Menstrual cycles.

COMMENTS: this request was funny because morays use scent to track their prey because their eyesight isnt so good so guess what!! jade and floyd would know exactly whats going on!! (except they'd probably assume you're hurt first since fish don't exactly have periods and yeahhh its a whole thing. marine bio fixation go wheeeee.)

~~~~~

“Ehh? Shrimpy, why are you flopped on your bed like a dead fish-?”

The sudden cut off of Floyd’s voice makes you roll over to face him, eyes unfocused and brain muddled. You grunt in acknowledgement, feeling another wave of discomfort wrack your body. You can’t even bring yourself to move when Floyd storms up to you, murder in his eyes as he looks down at you.

“Who hurt you?” he hisses, getting way too close for comfort as he bares his teeth, “Why do you smell like blood, huh Shrimpy? Why didn’t ya tell me you were injured?”

“I’m not, okay?!” you snap, rolling over so you don’t have to look at him, “I’m going through my cycle, Floyd. If you ever bothered to ask instead of just barging in and assuming things you would know that.”

“If nobody hurt ya then...?” Floyd seems to snap out of it, brow furrowing in confusion, “You’re just hurting? Why?”

“Every month blood pours out of me and my hormones get silly.” you deadpan, irritation clawing at your throbbing belly, “Now can you leave? I really don’t want to say something I regret just because I’m angry right now.”

“Nah. Don’t feel like it.” Floyd hums, collapsing on top of you and ignoring your screech of annoyance, “I came here to hug my Shrimpy and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“If you want to hug me then get me some of my favorite snacks from the kitchen.” you grumble, and Floyd laughs.

“Oh cmon, Shrimpy. Tell me where it hurts. I’ll kiss it better for ya.” he snickers, curling back his lips to reveal his sharp teeth.

“If you don’t get them for me I’m calling Jade.” you glare. If he’s going to barge in and irritate you (lovingly, though. And he knows it, which is what makes him so infuriating), then he’s going to pay the price.

“Aww, man. You’re no fun.” Floyd groans, but he gets up without another word and stalks off towards the kitchen.

There’s a concerning amount of clattering he does down there, but you don’t even care.

[scary-friend]

✨I’m not doing well✨

[borderlinereminders]

One thing I’ve heard about my posts about asking for reassurance in healthier ways is that my scripts sound so “stiff” and not like real life. I’ve got this comment a few times. And that’s true for a lot of them. You’re not supposed to use them word for word. You’re supposed to change them for what they mean for you.

Here’s a real life example from today. I’m the “boring treble” (inside joke with my best friend) and I ask for reassurance. (I also want to point out that sometimes I am insecure about her specifically and we’ve talked about those situations. Here’s an example of that situation!)

But you can see in my example that it’s a lot more casual for me in real life! You can see that it’s kind of our thing to call stuff “tragic” and it’s light hearted but also genuine at the same time. And also, even though I asked for reassurance, her response is genuine and did reassure me.

[thecovenofcrows]

asdfghjkl /neg

Why do periods have to huuurt. *vague crying noises*

[macabrecravings]

how do people with periods do anything. how do you guys go to work. do you guys not hurt so excruciatingly bad that ur immobile for a few days. yall just power thru???

this is going to be tmi but like my main premenstrual symptoms are sh urges 😀 ??? i could be mentally well, living my best life and then suddenly im Spiraling and irritated and depressed and i have no idea why until a week or a few days later and im like ouhhhhh . ya. period...

whats up with that!!!!!!!! And does anyone else??? get it ???? i always feel so weird talking about menstruation cause nobody ever talks about it and i feel so lonely sometimes LMAO i feel like my experiences are not normal even tho like So much of the population experiences it ? but not to the degree i do? idk if im just dramatic or ??

[evanbi-ckley]

some days i wonder if i should be tracking my cycle, but other days like today i end up eating seven meals and fifteen snacks, and it suddenly becomes quite clear that 'ah, yes. i have two more days of wearing white underwear'

[let-your-chaos-explode]

Hii can i request a comfort fic abt lady lesso and professor!reader, they're in a relationship and r has really bad cramps and a headache from their period and leo comforts r? Needed this bc I'm on my period rn and the pain omg

Tender Comfort

The way the light was filtering through the broken window of your classroom was easily the straw that broke the camel’s back regarding your outlook on the day. Which didn’t start great, considering you woke up in a puddle of your own blood. And then had to proceed to teach idiot students all morning on an empty stomach because you were too busy cleaning up to make it to breakfast on time. 

And now, the light slanting through the dark classroom contrasted too sharply for your gritty eyes and fueled the headache creeping in from your sharply dropping hormones. The brightness of the rays seemed to glitter against the dust particles floating in the dingy air, giving you the worst aura. 

“Professor Y/N, are you alright?” A young Never student asked from the front of the class. 

You shook your head and tried to blink away the floating squiggly lines that clouded your vision, but the movement only made the migraine flare up your neck. 

“Class dismissed. I want a three page essay on the effectiveness of poisons administered over time on my desk before class next week.” 

As the last student left the class, you allowed the rigidity of your posture to deflate and you melted into a trembling heap on your desk. You swallowed thickly against the bile bubbling in your throat. 

“That bad, huh?” 

You turned your head and cracked open an eye to find your girlfriend leaning casually against the door frame. Her long legs were crossed at the heels and she looked entirely too comfortable lurking in your doorway. 

It was all you could do to simply blink and groan in response. Lady Leonora Lesso sighed and pushed off from the frame, gliding to your desk. She hitched one leg over the corner and half sat on the wood next to your face. You moaned in relief as her cool fingers found the pressure point at the base of your skull. 

“Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.” She whispered, releasing the pressure and allowing blood to flood back to your brain. 

“I can’t, Leo. I have classes all afternoon.” You argued. 

It was your second year teaching here at the School for Good and Evil. And though you had quite settled into a good routine, you still felt the irrational need to prove yourself worthy of your position. It had taken an entire year for you to muster up the courage to ask the infamous Lady Lesso out on a date. She had laughed and told you it was about damn time. She was wondering how long she would have to wait before having to make the first move. 

“Come on.” Leonora urged again, pulling you up from your chair. “Let me take care of you.” 

What kind of monster would you be, to refuse?

Your body gave in and you allowed her to guide you through the halls back to your chambers, a steady hand at your lower back the whole way there. The weight of her palm was grounding, and every now and then her strong fingers would knead at the tight muscles as the cramps angrily flared from low in your abdomen, reaching all the way around to your spine. 

She led you directly to the bathroom upon entrance to your quarters. As you toed off your boots, Leonora began to fill the porcelain tub with steaming hot water. 

“I’ll be back in a bit.” She said as she passed you a towel. 

And she was true to her word. Not long after you had settled into the heat, she re-emerged with a soft knock against the door. 

“I come bearing gifts.” Leonora spoke quietly, opening her palm to reveal two paracetamol and a glass of water.  

You choked back the offerings swiftly, eager for some relief from the pain. 

“I will be covering your afternoon classes.” Leonora murmured into your neck as she kneeled beside you. 

You didn’t have the energy to argue. She conjured a cup and began pouring the hot water over your neck and shoulders. The cascading warmth helped to relieve some of the built up tension you held there. She then moved to your hair. With deft fingers, she pulled the pins holding it in place and let it tumble down. Her long, painted nails scratched at your scalp as her other hand poured water over your hair. A soft whimper escaped your lips as she began to lather shampoo through your locks. New words were needed to describe the feeling in a world where magic already exists. Your whimpers evolved into contented moans as the pain and discomfort faded into pleasure. 

“Let’s get you into bed.” Leonora hummed as she rinsed the last of the soap from your hair. 

“What would it take to get you to join me?” You purred, threading your fingers between hers. 

Her chuckle was low and seductive, even as she pulled away. Leonora turned back and held out the large and fluffy towel. You stood languidly, rising from the water with false confidence but ever so emboldened by the way her eyes followed the droplets as they trailed down your skin. You wrapped the towel around yourself and gratefully took her offered hand. You dried quickly under her watchful gaze and reluctantly dressed in the nightclothes she passed you. 

In a gentleness shown only to you, Leonora tucked you into bed and with a glowing finger, drew the curtains, plunging the room into blessed darkness. 

“Sleep. There will be plenty of time for other, more vigorous activities once you are feeling well.” She said as she dropped a kiss to your forehead. 

You muttered darkly your disagreement but settled easily into the nest of pillows she had arranged for you. Truthfully, you were exhausted. And you wanted to be in peak shape when you were able to show her just how grateful you were to her for taking care of you. 

Your eyes grew heavy in the dark. Unable to resist the call of sleep, you allowed them to close. You would make it up to her later. 

[tangledinink]

Can we have more info in the egg that are happening in Gemini AU? Mega confusion. So did they like- mingle with someone? Are they unfertilized? Or is it like- asexual reproduction???

"Mingle with someone" is the best term for sex I've ever heard.

No, neither of the Gemini are having any children, asexually or otherwise. The eggs are unfertilized. (Note the line in part one where Donnie explains how they can destroy and discard of said eggs. Please also note the tags of the original comic!) Turtles can lay unfertilized eggs the same way chickens can. Think of it as the reptilian version of a menstrual cycle. This is also why Leo says in part two that it's a repeated event.

I made a whole ass poll about this (apparently this is something the fandom feels strongly about...) and the general consensus that I landed on for my AU was that an afab mutant ninja turtle's menstrual cycle involves a few days of bleeding and ends with unfertilized eggs (think, like, baseball size, maybe a bit smaller.) During the summer, this happens about once a month. The rest of the year, it's much more rare and sporadic.

[literally-just-there]

Info save me... save me Info...

[hearts-hunger]

Hello my love,

Would you be willing to write a little blurb about Daniel or Sam (or both in a throuple) taking care of their lady on her period? I’m having a real bad one rn and I want to be pampered

-☘️

“sammy.”

your boyfriend looked up from his phone, frowning at the tone of your voice. you hadn't quite managed to maintain strong front you'd been putting up all day, and just being home was enough to make you feel like crying.

“what's wrong, bunny?” he asked, setting his phone on the coffee table and beckoning to you. “come here.”

you left your bag, your shoes, your sweater, everything in a pile on the floor, right in the middle of the walkway. you didn't have enough energy to care. you curled up next to him on the couch and let him hold you.

“bad day at work?” he asked, brushing his fingers through your hair.

you gave a pitiful whimper and nodded. “'m on my period. i feel really bad.”

“aw, lovie,” sam cooed. “i'm sorry. let's boss danny around, would that make you feel better?”

you couldn't help a small smile. “maybe.”

“hey danny,” sam called to your boyfriend. “we're gonna boss you around, okay?”

“let me put this load of laundry on,” danny said from down the hall. “and then you may.”

you stayed snug in sam's arms as you waited for danny to join you, and he came into the living room with a laundry basket a few moments later.

“pajamas?” he asked, setting the basket on the couch and starting to fold the mix of his, yours, and sam's clothes. he tossed you a well-worn t-shirt of his and some sweatpants of sam's.

“that was going to be my first order, actually,” sam said. “it's like we can read each other's minds, honey. how cool is that?”

danny chuckled. “very cool, love. but what did you do to our girl?”

“me?” sam said, playfully offended. “not a thing.”

“i'm malfunctioning,” you said, your voice muffled against sam's shirt.

“she's on her period,” sam translated.

“ah, i see.” danny nodded to the kitchen. “there's rocky road, and sam made vegan ice cream sandwiches if you want to try them.”

you looked up at sam. “you made vegan ice cream sandwiches?”

“yes, i did,” he said. “and you're welcome to eat them all if they help you stop malfunctioning.”

“she's not malfunctioning,” danny said sweetly. “she's going through the natural, intuitive hormonal cycle of her body. it's a beautiful thing.”

you winced when a particularly painful cramp spread across your abdomen. “doesn't feel very beautiful.”

“well, tylenol is a beautiful thing too,” danny agreed. “i'll go get you some, and sam can help you get in your pajamas. unless you need in the bathroom.”

you shook your head. “i think i'm good for right now.” you let sam help you out of your work clothes and into danny's shirt and his sweatpants, and you took the medicine danny brought you before you snuggled close to sam again.

danny finished folding the laundry and set it aside to be put away later. “i thought you were going to boss me around, bunny. i'm feeling kind of let down.”

you smiled. “can you put on a movie, please?”

“that's very bad bossing, sweetheart,” he said seriously, turning on the tv. “no please, next time.” he pulled netflix up. “what movie?”

“whatever you guys want,” you said, moving to lay with your head on sam's lap. you curled in on yourself, grimacing against the cramps that hadn't been knocked out by the medicine just yet.

“what about that grateful dead documentary?” danny asked sam. “you haven't had a chance to finish it yet, right?”

“you want to watch that?” sam asked, a little surprised.

danny smiled. “if you want to, love.”

“oh, well... sure, i'd like to finish it. thank you, honey.”

danny turned on the movie and went to turn off the lights to make things nice and dim for you. sam ran his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion, and though you were interested in it, you watched the documentary with flagging attention as the day's exhaustion and discomfort caught up with you.

“hey, bunny.”

you opened your eyes to see danny hunkered down by your side. you gave him a tired smile, and he smiled back.

“hi, dan.”

“hi, sweetheart,” he said softly. “do you need anything else?”

you nodded. “your hands.”

his brow shot up. “my hands?” he glanced up at sam and grinned when their eyes met. “in what, uh, capacity do you want them?”

you giggled. “get your mind out of the gutter, daniel.”

“now, i'm with danny,” sam teased. “can't just go around saying you need our boyfriend's hands and not expect him to be curious.”

“you want to fool around a little, bunny?” danny asked, a sweet and mildly amused kind of desire softening his face. “i'm sure we could arrange something.”

you smiled. “maybe later. what i meant was that i wanted your hands on my back, because they're nice and warm.”

“right, of course,” danny said with a smile. “sure thing, bunny.”

he straightened, fixing the pillows on the couch to make room for himself, but sam stopped him before he got settled.

“wait, danny,” sam said. he tipped his face up. “smooch.”

“hey,” you said. “i want a smooch too.”

danny chuckled. “fine.” he gave sam a kiss first. “a smooch for sammy.”

he kissed you next, soft and sweet. “and a smooch for bunny. everybody happy?”

you and sam hummed in agreement, moving to make room for danny next to you. you'd gotten a sectional for your shared apartment for this very purpose, so you could all fit; danny stretched out and propped himself on his arm behind you, splaying one hand over the small of your back and tracing little circles there.

“how's that, bunny?” he asked.

you cuddled closer to your boyfriends, tucking your feet close to danny, wrapping your arm around sam's legs, feeling their hands wander with an aimless, gentle comfort over you.

you gave a contented sigh, your period all but forgotten as you cuddled your favorite boys. “it's absolutely perfect.”

[hidefdoritos]

ugggggggggggh

So lately the cargo job has been putting me in the envelope sorting station. Which is fine! I love to sort things, and I'm getting good at holding things under the overhead scanner so that they scan right away.

But it means I haven't been physically active for a couple weeks. Which was extra fine when I was just returning from being sick. My weight went up a little, but whatever. I noticed myself getting a little squirrelly, because I need to physically wear myself out pretty often so that I can function. Talked to a manager and he said sure, I'll be moved for my Friday shift.

Well, today my period has decided to hit like a freight train.

Listen. I know mine have never been super bad compared to many people's experience. Through middle and high school I had a few bad ones, but mostly I took ibuprofen for two days out of the 5-6, and I carried on with life while feeling gross.

Becoming active changed so much! Almost all the pain went away, the bleeding cut down to 3-4 days, and I still felt like myself the whole time.

Today it's all back. My chest has been sore for days. There's a deep ache spider-webbing through my lower back, around both hips, down my tailbone, and through my stomach, to the point it feels like my belly button is cramping. There's so much blood. My whole body tensed up so tightly while I slept that I ache everywhere. I feel like a small wounded animal as I lie here waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in.

I know this is well within normal experience. I just need to whine about it first.

[peaches2217]

Hii!

Do you have any headcanons on when Peach, (or any of the other [human] mario girls) got their.....you know....when they entered into womanhood?

If this makes you uncomfortable, i'm so sorry!!

I just remember my first time, I thought I was dying and I cried. I wouldn't come out of my room, but my mom bought me starbucks and mcdonalds and told me everything was gonna be okay, LOL!!

Not uncomfortable at all, no worries! In fact, I’ve got some Peach-centric headcanons of the sort, so I’m very happy you asked~

I’ll preface this with a note, though: menstration isn’t exclusive to women, nor is it a mark of womanhood! There’s plenty of men and gender-nonconforming people who get periods. There’s plenty of women who don’t. Some get them before fully hitting puberty and some get them many years after undergoing puberty. It’s less “entering into womanhood” and more “a common side-effect of having a uterus,” so remember to keep that in mind! And know, both you and anyone else reading this, that this is a topic I’m perfectly comfortable touching on here, so never feel awkward about bringing it up with me.

Now! Onto the headcanons!

Peach had some idea at least about what to expect; since her parents died when she was young; she had to learn about her body through books and what little Toadsworth knew. She knew that she’d probably start bleeding at some point, so she wasn’t surprised or horrified when it happened.

What she didn’t account for was how much it would hurt.

She read that she might expect some discomfort, especially the first few times, and Toadsworth confirmed that her mother would feel a bit nauseous and cranky whenever she got hers. Peach got way more than that. The cramping was both constant and severe, to the point that she couldn’t physically get out of bed for most days of her cycle, and she bled so heavily that, when she could get out of bed, she had to brace herself against furniture just to get anywhere because she was so dizzy. And Toadsworth wasn’t around when her mother was a teenager; he didn’t know if this was normal any more than Peach did.

What he did know was that his little girl was suffering, and whether it was “normal” or not, he wouldn’t stand for it. So he brought in a very celebrated, very expensive human doctor from the Metro Kingdom to offer guidance and advice.

Peach was put on oral contraceptives to alleviate her symptoms, and she, Toadsworth, and the nurses and medics of the palace were all given thorough lessons about the internal workings of the human body and how the contraceptives would help. The first time she got her period and was still able to go about her daily duties, Peach actually cried.

In the present, she’s still afflicted with painful periods every so often, but they’re much more manageable than they were before the medication. It helps that she eventually marries a man with the power to summon fire and heat with his bare hands — and he’s more than happy to be a sentient heating pad whenever she needs it!

[hopefullyababe]

hate it when i feel a deep soulwrenching sense of tragedy and im like man theres no reason for this. something in my brain broke. im like this forever now. and then like 3 days later i get my period like girl. cmon. we should know by now. we should know.

[seiwas]

this is tmi but my period is kicking my ass rn