#blisters

[killerradiojoe]

Working Title “Fuck Around & Find Out”

Live. Rare. Popular. Unappreciated.

Gonna make it 80 minutes of blisters.

It’s gonna be fucking dope.

[detroitlib]

View of lake and shoreline in Arcadia, Michigan. Printed on front: "Where we catch the muskies, Arcadia, Mich." Handwritten on back: "Hello Belle, Arrived all O.K. Having a good time, building a barn now [undecipherable] the blisters. Henry." Card is postmarked August 29, 1931.

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[xxviviennevincentxx]

[mouseshouses]

Blisters

[clickerflight]

Whump week: Nobody needs to know

@week-of-whump

Master list

Part 2

I watched Joseph: King of dreams when I was younger, and I have never been the same about scrubbing floors since.

Content: Child whumpee, demon caretaker, whumpee thinks he's still a slave, blisters and hand sores, lost in a delusion born out of fear, recovery whump

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Souka woke in the dark. He was warm and comfortable. For a long moment he didn’t know why he had woken up, but a creeping strangeness pacing at the back of his mind kept him from going back to sleep. 

Why was he so comfortable? Whatever he was laying on was so soft, nothing like the floors or hay stuffed sacks he was used to sleeping on. He wasn’t allowed on anything this nice. He was just a slave. He knew that. 

He looked around the room, his chest tightening to see if he had been caught. He slowly peeled the blankets off and got off the bed as quietly as he could, his heart thumping. He wasn’t allowed to be on something so nice. He knew he wasn’t. 

He laid down in the corner, shivering as his sleep warmed body was now faced with the exposed air. He hoped daylight would come soon. As he laid there on the floor he kept thinking someone would come in and see what he had done. They’d beat him for hours, surely, to remind him of his place. 

He got up and quickly made the bed, pinching the blankets to try not to leave any dirt on them. He knew how dirty he usually was. Still, he was probably leaving signs of what he had done as he went. Now they would know he was trying to hide that he had been in the bed. 

Tears streamed silently down his face as he went back to laying on the floor, shivering as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. 

He needed to do something. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep and he couldn’t wait for morning. Sometimes he got praise for working through the night, so perhaps if he did so he would be forgiven for sleeping in the bed. 

Souka got up and, in a daze, left the room he was in. The door wasn’t locked. 

He saw no one as he found a floor covered in some form of tile. He didn’t quite know how, but he soon had a wet rag in hand, a bucket of water by his side, and he scrubbed the floor like his life depended on it. With his luck, it might. 

He wished he could remember where Ichimaru was, but everytime he tried to remember, more tears spilled down his face and his already limited night vision would vanish. He pushed all thoughts out of his mind and scrubbed. He ignored his aching knuckles, the sores already forming from the cold water and the mindless scrubbing, and just put all his energy into this one mind numbing task, desperately hoping the pain in his chest and behind his eyes would go away. 

………………………………

Laurance didn’t sleep much since he became a demon. He sat and read through some papers for an upcoming mission. He liked spending his sleepless nights reading the reports and then sharing all of the information he gathered with the others through the bond when it came time. It was a good use of time and the others had a tendency to do things for him as thank you. 

Laurance paused to take a note of something to look up later when he heard something. He froze, ears ringing as he listened carefully. Someone was moving upstairs, something with small lungs and hiccuping breaths. 

He got up quickly, heading upstairs to see what was wrong. He didn’t spot the newest addition to the household at first, but he found that the floor was wet under his bare feet in the kitchen and dining room and finally found the small boy working by the kitchen island, scrubbing hard as hiccupping sobs bubbled out of a permanently damaged throat. 

“Souka?” Laurance asked softly, approaching slowly so as to not scare the boy. 

Souka flinched back, his lips moving and sounds escaping his throat, but there were panicked whispers and rasps soon muffled as he threw his arms over his face to protect himself. 

Laurance hesitated before grabbing another rag and getting onto the floor, dipping his rag in the bucket and scrubbing. 

Souka moved his arms, watching him with a far away gaze before he went back to cleaning the floor like nothing happened.

Laurance sighed softly. Souka was really gone, then, if he thought Laurance was a fellow slave. Still, Laurance would rather pretend to be a slave than have Souka think he was a master. The boy had been through enough as it was. 

It wasn’t until they finished the floor that Souka seemed to shake out of it. Laurance stood up to dump the buckets in the sink, turning around to see Souka staring at him, eyes wide. He looked around, as though waking from a dream. Perhaps he was. 

He looked down at his reddened hands, blisters already popped and even bleeding in places. 

Laurance set the bucket aside and knelt beside him, taking his hands to look. Souka trembled under his touch and Laurance hushed him, running a hand through the boy’s long hair. “You’re safe now, remember?” Laurance asked gently.

Souka nodded, tears welling up in his eyes and Laurance helped him up, setting him on a stool at the island before getting him a cup of water. 

Souka grabbed Laurance’s shirt and Laurance leaned in, putting his ear near Souka’s mouth. His voice was too damaged to speak, but he could still somewhat whisper. “Sorry. You have been ge-generous. I know… I’m safe. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, Souka,” Laurance said, putting the cup in the boy’s hands. “It’s okay to still be scared. It was all you knew. Drink that water and we’ll bandage your hands.”

“I don’ want her to know,'' Souka managed in a hoarse whisper. “It would m-make her sa-sad.”

Laurance sighed, running a hand through his hair. It would make Anisha sad to know that Souka had been desperately cleaning the floors at who knows what hour. “I won’t tell her. Nobody needs to know. Now, drink the water, and we’ll clean up your hands and I’ll make sure you get to sleep in.”

Souka nodded and lifted the cup to his lips.

Part 4

@whumpsday

[silvercap]

Bad shoe whump. New shoes/uncomfortable shoes one has not expected to wear for hours on end causing awful bleeding blisters and pain every time the character steps. Really a minor thing in normal situations, but it sucks when there's nothing to be done about it!

[vagitterian]

so im trying to fix my thigh chafing lumps/blisters/damage, and here's my latest tip: wear your bicycle shorts inside out, so the irritating seams are on the outside.

i've found that when my thighs are damaged that even ostensibly soft and gentle clothes can make it worse because the seams rub against the damage. i was inspired by discussions by marathon runners about how women wear their sports bras inside out so the seams are on the outside when they run, to fight chafing.

seamless shorts should also help, but this is cheaper

[hopefaith1999]

ADVICE FOR BLISTER PRONE PEOPLE

So I’ve always been extremely prone to blisters which has been an obstacle for me being able to walk as much as I want to. I’ve tried balms, changing my socks, buying new shoes, moleskin, bandages, etc. some of those things helped a little bit but never fully prevented me from getting painful blisters while trying to get my steps in.

I found a product that works for me, FINALLY! They’re ArmaSkin Extreme Anti-Blister Hiking Crew Socks. They’re these tight socks that go under your normal socks. They’re tight and difficult to get on, but the material on the inside of the sock sticks to your skin, making it impossible for friction to bother your skin. I’ve walked 40,000 steps in the past few days wearing these and NO BLISTERS!

The first walk I took wearing them was a little uncomfortable/painful because you sort of have to break them in, the same way you have to break in new shoes. They are pricey but they are sooooo worth it!!

[drowninginabactatank]

(They/them)

When your aerial circus calluses fill up with blood thats a moray eel~🎶

This is fine 🤣

[weirdstrangeandawful]

TW: blisters

Let's talk about blisters!

Foot blisters from ill-fitting shoes and walking long distances

Second degree burns

Second degree chemical burns

Sunburn (never experienced but I hear they hurt?)

Allergies/contact dermatitis (I have seven scars on my chest from this -- 24-hour holter electrode allergy...)

Under shackles or ropes

A pox virus of your choosing (don't be arseholes about it given current events... please?)

Autoimmune disorders/diseases (again, leave the arseholery at the door please)

[medeaft]

The birth of ideas (originally: Az ötletek születése) 2023 Acrylic on paper

They come from inside me.

[kitlex]

“Wear the new boots” the brain said.

“It’s only a few short walks” the brain said.

“They could use a bit of stretching, it won’t be an issue” the brain said.

Fool Brain!

And Fool Person for letting thynself be swayed by false sense!

Woah to me and mine feet!

[evolutionsvoid]

In usual fashion, humans found a way to take a big problem and make it even worse. It was bad enough with the bloodied land and sea birthing these horrible titans, but now mankind was joining in on the fun and making our own horrors. Schilalyi's creation perfectly showed the danger of A.N.A. in the wrong hands, and the following appearance of Bitoso made the world realize that we now had two sources of absolute misery. Titans who were born from the corpse, and those that were manufactured by fools who thought that they were doing the world a favor. After Schilalyi's origin was revealed, there were attempts to control the samples of blood that had been spread to every corner of the globe. There were talks of sending teams out to hunt down and collect all A.N.A. samples, while also making possession of the substance illegal for all unauthorized testing sites. Unfortunately, we all knew that these were just talks, nothing more. A compound of this power and potential could never be properly contained or controlled, the higher ups would never allow it. Governments and corporations would be desperate to possess such a substance and twist it to their own gain, so they would not approve of such banning. Even if we miraculously made it law, everyone would just hide their efforts and pretend they didn't see anything. Our best bet was to figure out a way to neutralize A.N.A. and make a weapon that could kill the titans once and for all. Once we had that, we could at least clean up the messes that emerged from these reckless lab tests. The confirmation that the giant mouse was artificially made caused quite an uproar, but it also encouraged the efforts of other secret companies. Schilalyi proved that A.N.A. could be used on its own to create kaiju, it just needed some further tinkering to make a beast that one could control. Or at least make a type of A.N.A. that didn't kill 99% of all life it came in contact with. So no doubt efforts doubled after the reveal, with people just being more hushed about it and upping security so that an escape didn't happen again. Some of those things paid off, others did not. Funny enough, this latest horror did not come from a successful experiment, rather it was thought to be a failure. Another company (one we cannot name as well, because even as the world is besieged by giant monsters, the law still only protects corporate interest) was testing their own special blend of altered A.N.A. on a bunch of lab rats. They were doing the usual trial-and-error method, seeing what died and what mutated. Supposedly the rat that would turn into this monstrosity was in a failed group, having all perished from the injections. This batch of A.N.A. killed all subjects, so they considered it a loss. They wanted a strain of A.N.A. that worked every time, or at least fifty-fifty. All the dead rats were gathered up and dumped into the garbage. These corpses should have been destroyed immediately, but the lab did not deem them a threat. They were contained in a sterile environment where they couldn't infect anyone, and the bodies provided samples for study so that they could determine what A.N.A. did to kill and how to stop it. There were even rumors that some of these dead rats were blended up and injected into other rats, to see if the initial introduction to an organism caused the compound to lose some of its deadlier properties. Regardless, the dead rats sat in some hazardous waste dump on site, waiting to either be cut open or burned to ash.

It is believed that one of these rats was still alive, having revived after its apparent death to A.N.A.. Now back in the world of the living and trapped in a sealed tomb, the rodent could only feed on its fallen brethren to survive. This cannibalism is believed to have caused some of the more horrific aspects of this growing titan. While all the other beasts had been exposed to one type of A.N.A., the infected rat was feasting on corpses that were tainted with dozens of altered strains and variants. The conflicting types of this substance must have caused problems with the mutation, as the resulting beast is much more horrific than anything we had witnessed. As it fed on its own kind, it grew and grew, eventually breaking free from its grave and going on a rampage. Efforts to contain and destroy this unexpected mutant failed, resulting in numerous casualties. Though this new creature was not capable of skittering off and vanishing in the wilderness, it was able to cause enough death and destruction to call for an evacuation. All personnel fled the area, leaving this beast to grow. At that point, it became everyone else's problem....

The mutated rat soon gained the name "Lolmischo," as it dragged its wretched self across the land. Compared to the other titans, Lolmischo had some serious problems. Mutation had certainly altered these animals to a significant degree, but these changes ultimately created powerful lifeforms. Some had two heads or more, others dealt with severe changes in body temperature, but at the end of the day, they seemed to function just fine. Lolmischo, however, seemed to be having a terrible time. The changes in their body were horrific ones, ones that continue to cause this titan pain. Their hair is all gone, exposing skin that has reddened and blistered. Their limbs have been warped into useless things, forcing it to crawl on its belly to move. The rapid growth and bubbling of its skin has buried its eyes and left it blind. This mutation has truly tortured this creature, but that isn't all. The bizarre mixture of A.N.A. variants that it ingested has caused the body's regenerative functions to go out of control. While it can still heal its wounds, its body is always running in overdrive even if it is unharmed. Layers of rash encrusted skin wrap the struggling rat in smothering growths, while its body generates an impossible amount of pus. The fluid is pumped into swollen blisters and cysts, growing obscenely until bursting into a gory fountain. Even if when they pop, the body continues to generate more in its place. Lolmischo is practically crushed under the weight of these uncontrollable blisters, moving at an agonizing pace as it struggles to go anywhere. The sounds that tortured beast makes are horrible, and you feel sorry for such a pained existence. Sadly, this agony does not prevent Lolmischo from being a threat, as even their slow pace eventually gets them toward populated areas. Even though the rat cannot move freely to vent its rage, its swelling body certainly does enough damage. The constant generation of pus doesn't just hurt Lolmischo, it is also incredibly dangerous for everything else around it. Even if the rat is at rest, the ceaseless flow of this fluid causes blisters to rupture and spray across the landscape. The foul yellow liquid erupts in geysers from its flesh, and the second it touches the air is when it starts causing problems. The first thing everyone notices is the smell, a stench not of this world. An odor alone cannot kill a person, but that pus gets pretty close to it. It is a reek so pungent, that it practically breaks your brain. Vomiting is induced immediately when you first smell it, forcing you to empty your stomach contents. Headaches are quick to follow, getting so bad that it is hard to see. The resulting nausea turns your limbs to jelly, making it difficult to get away as your brain is overloaded by that horrid reek. Your mind screams at you to get away, to find fresh air and be free from that stink. Those exposed turn into skittering blind mice, desperately stumbling away with no regard of anything around them. We have seen videos of trained soldiers fleeing like panicked sheep, tripping over themselves and running into things as they run from the reek. While this has caused many injuries and damages to equipment, it is almost a good thing. While the odor of the pus is truly awful, things are much worse if you come in contact with it. When it comes in contact with flesh, it absolutely ravages the skin. It turns just as red and blistered as Lolmischo's, and it even leeches into the muscle. The resulting rash pretty much causes the layers of the human body to slough off, as the pus eats through everything. Even if you are covered head to toe, you are not truly safe. The pus is incredibly caustic, slowly eating through most materials it falls on. Teams in hazmat suits have been forced to retreat when they discovered holes appearing. They all immediately knew of this when that stench leaked into their supposedly impenetrable defenses. One whiff of that stink and they instantly splatter their face plates with vomit and stumble blindly to safety. With this, ground approach is impossible against Lolmischo, as the near constant rain of pus burns away at vehicles and makes the soldiers violently sick. Attacks from the sky are the only viable option, but that hasn't worked out too well. Jets can stay far from the fountains of acidic pus, but all their efforts appear to be useless. Despite assaulting the rat's head with a barrage of missiles, the mutated rodent did not fall. We watched them blow away a chunk of its skull, but it still continued to writhe and shriek. Shortly after, a blistering mound of crimson flesh grew over the wound and the damage was gone. Their body seems to regenerate too fast, as the time it takes to reload or come back around for another strike results in the injuries vanishing. It is believed that the cocktail of experimental A.N.A. that birthed it is keeping it alive, simply growing back anything that is lost. Some say that Lolmischo would still live even if we blasted its head clean off, as the rampant A.N.A. would just make a new one. This further proves that we need to find a counter to the substance, or else all our efforts will be wasted.           --------------------------------------------

Once again I am running behind on this. Perhaps my posting speed does not line up with doing these bigger projects for just one month. Obviously I can just post the ones I miss in early July, but it does feel like a bit of a bummer that the last piece is not going to land at the end of Kaijune. Some would say just hurry up and post the remaining two in the next few days, but the brain does not work like that. Hard enough now with the anticipation for the 30th! Sunbreak, yeeeeeaaaaaah!

[jamie-rosemary69]

Iv been trying to crochet a hat for an hour, I have less then a quarter of the first row done, and I have four blisters. Someone please help me.

[sweet-like-hypoglycemia]

How painful is the tattoo removal process?

How painful? I guess it depends where you go, skin type, the type of laser/depth, and if you use numbing cream.

I never use numbing cream, I just want to get it over with, and the cream takes 40 min to take effect.

It can definitely feel like boiling water has been poured onto your hand, swelling, blistering, bleeding. It's definitely a worse/diff pain than getting a tattoo. Also the multiple sessions, possible scarring and skin discoloration suck.

I've had about 20 sessions on my hand alone, and there's still ink left over. I tried 3 different locations, it's very difficult to find a place that isn't just wringing you for money, or just fully incompetent with how to use the machinery.

[puffpuffpowerprincess]

I WASHED MY HAIR. IM SO HAPPY!