#bloodpoisoning

[woolyfaye]

there might be a made up estate in this project but the sex scenes are historically accurate

[anna-neko]

hobbies man..... First you get this expensive toy and just excitedly plop her down for any ol' snap to show off!

she arrived on October 4th aka the "The Rokkenjima Mass Murders" in Umineko fiction

Not content with the chara default outfit, the need to get moar clothes arises... That is basic doll-ownership at any age As a goof you make a dumb story outta it somehow (the Sewing GosuLoli mook .... ah thems was the days)

then the urge to get some props! (rad fact: these lil porcelain plates are older than me)

You start tryin to work the doll into local memes (snowpocalypse measurements. Others may use rulers or lawn ornaments etc etc)

feeling brave, you chance taking your precious Toy outside the confines of your room. Braving the outdoors 5ft away from the front door

....and before you know it, you are takin this Still Expensive Doll Mari out on adventures, interacting with other people and there's no goin back!

Planning out stories, making lil photoshoots, excitedly gushing about this new outfit thats on pre-order and ain't coming until like 9 months from now....

something something cosplay, something something pretty dolls etc etc "oh its for photography practice!" I answer for the n-th time when asked what am doin

.... almost gettin heatstroke, balancing on one knee in brambles ready to dive forward to catch the doll at any moment (will we get bloodpoisoning from some plant? .... lets not roll that luck stat), picking thorns outta the other exposed bits of elbow and fingertips....

[irrfahrer]

39. What taboo do you think should be discussed more, if any? Alternatively, do you think a topic that isn't taboo should be?

By the question Ziv looked as if she had just bitten on a sour fruit- her whiskers bristled like from electricity, her muzzle crumbled and she pulled it back from her teeth as she shruddered starkly. "Eh, are you just asking a kriffing Healer what should be more discussed? Ones own Helath of kriffing course! And the own kriffing sympthomes!"

She lifteda webbed finger, ears flicking, flicking flicking as she started to talk herself into a medical professional frenzy: "Do you know how long I had to chisle on my patients until I had pulled some informations about their health out of their kriffing nose like a kriffing giant booger? 'I had been so tiered' they say but nothingelse, and forget to mention the massive kriffing rash on their ass and lower back that happned to be a kriffing bloodeating fungus slowly eating them from inside, just because they are flustered about a kriffing rash on thir backside! Like, Kriff this, there is nothing- kriffing NO -THI-NG - I haven´t seen already, there is nothing that could be embarassing on a kriffing rash on their ass, but no!- kriffing no!- its a rash on their ass and they need to be flusterd about it and end up dying like a kriffing nerf of kriffing bloodpoisoning after the fungus had eaten all the way up to their heart. Or like, lying because the sympthomes are flustering and they should know kriffing better, like someone is having fever and sweating and headaches and stinks of kriffing puss and I ask if they had been cleaning their small cuts they got from their work properly ecause they really smell like they had caught a infection. Of course they had done that, they said, of cooooourse. A week later I had to kriffing amputate their kriffing left arm because they did in fact nor cleaned the small cuts they got in their work in the starhangar and instead thought them to be just that- little scratches.", the Tynnan pushed out a big breath, wheezing a little before she inhaled deeply:

" AND ANOTHER KRIFFING THING- 'I wish to sleep more often with my mate, he is always so shy. Can you brew him a aphrodisiac?', they say and all I can answer is ,yes I can do just that, I can brew a aphrodisiac that would totally KRIFFING blew your kriffing mammalian mammary glands and the to it belonging fattissue off straight and make you two kriff as wild as kriffing Loth cats for one week , but did you actually tried to talk to your mate first and communicate your own wants so you can find a compromise with which you both are happy with fitting for both your needs? Noooo, of course kriffing not, that would be so kriffing flustering! I kicked them out, just adding that because I am not gigivng medicine without the actual patients consent, but anyway-"

"-talk about your health and wants and needs! Kriff this, it would make my kriffing life so kriffing easier if people would just be honest about whats going on with them!" , she cheeped angrily then, huffing louldy, the Tynnan put her arms akimbo on her hips: " but n, people just like to kriffing stress me out. I would have already gone grey now from stress, if I would have any melanine in the first place."

[myselfnevermore]

Otep - "Sepsis."

#BloodPoisoning

[ashlocke]

#bloodpoisoning only shoved me #down but #igotbackup #imokay just here #fighting #police & waiting for #ghostbabethemovie to drop. #soexcited I’ve seen enough to be #super #proud of everyone involved #instantclassic @ghostbabethemovie @srirachabacha ready to bring life back into #comedies ???? #lets #killit https://www.instagram.com/p/CKPoa0dgdUt/?igshid=1qbiohby42wf0

[cornucopialuvr]

all of the ink from the millions of tiny doodles I've made on my skin sinking into my bloodstream and reaching my brain, ultimately killing me

[homoeopathyacademy]

#gunpowder #bloodpoisoning #septicemia #medicineforbloodpoisoning #bloodpurifier #homoeopathymedicineforbloodpoisioning #homoeopathyworks #homoeopathy #bhms #homoeopathyrocks #homoeopathictherapeutics #homeopathicremedies #bhmslife #homeopathicremedy #homoeopathymemes #homoeopathyvideo #homoeopathyreels #homoeopathyacademy #homoeopathy_academy @homoeopathy_academy @homoeopathy_academy @homoeopathy_academy https://www.instagram.com/p/CewDiVaJ7mF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jettsux]

super late day 3! whoopsies.

[woolyfaye]

not me realizing I'm using courtesy books as a guideline to show how Edward really is just the least well-mannered guy I could write despite him being a love interest and main character

[myhomeandcountry]

When I was a kid I thought in the #future #meals would be #pills. Jeepers, what a #dumb idea. It’s enough to make you sick. So tonight, my first course was #amoxicillin. I’m not a fan of how it feels when I take #antibiotics, but without them I’d feel even worse. The growing antibiotics #resistance frightens me. I remember my father talking about #bloodpoisoning, #tuberculosis, and #pneumonia in tones that made me think they were as #fatal as a #cobra bite. Then antibiotics arrived and all of the risks are reduced. With care they’ll continue to work for us for a long time yet. Which is good, because second course was homemade #gnocchi with @maricasevelj, @zofiamili, and @dmlegoman; and that’s what I’d rather have for #dinner and who I’d rather have dinner with. https://www.instagram.com/lynsey.gedye/p/BuyCGlyJ07U/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bks1zk27e154

[qualityrain]

Bloodpoison Florence + @taenign‘s sketchbook paper because I do what I want

[yaime69]

“This is my costume. I’m a homicidal maniac- they look just like everyone else” -Wednesday Addams 🎃☠️⚰️☠️🕷🕸 #happyhalloween #happysamhain #wednesdayaddams #beafraidbeveryafraid #pickyourpoison #bloodpoison #halloween #trickortreat #collaredgirl #aselfieformyMister #creepyholidays #myfavoriteholiday https://www.instagram.com/p/B4TUDImBqU3y-S4rat302OJexN-oD1GLyKRhds0/?igshid=150qqrz1y5cg6

[irrfahrer]

@masterofthelivingforce started following you!

The Hangar of the Spacestation was full of people waiting for the next ship to leave, the murmur of their voices- talks, shouts, laughter, crying- turned into a heavy murmur that lay over the hangar like a thick blanket.  It almost drowned the childs quiet hiss when Ziv poured vinegarwater over the deep cut on his leg. The kid who was sitting in his fathers lap squirmed like a eel and burried his little face in his fathers chest. Ziv ignored it and only held the childs leg a little harder with one paw while with her other paw she dabbed the lasts rests of dried blood off the childs leg. Instead The Tynnan only mumbled a quiet:  “Hold your kid in place, I am working.” , as she grabbed for one of the jars she had sat beside her on the ground, pressed the sides of the deep cut together and dabbed a thick, sticky rasin over the wound and the skin beside the cut.  For a few moments, while Ziv waited for the Rasin to dry there was only the childs quiet whimper and the fathers voice, gently humming a lullaby Ziv did not knew. It was no suprise, Ziv did not knew many lullabies beside the songs that had been sung by- The Tynnan shoved the thought so brutally at the back of her head like a dirty secret and instead leaned forward to take a deep sniff from the wound, searching for the stench of puss or the sharp scent of a coming infection. 

A line as deep as a scar appeared between Zivs eyebrows and she leaned over again, taking another deep sniff. Between the heavy scent of Iron, between the wooden scent of the rasin that smelled fresh like the first sprouts of a young forest, between the scent of rusted metal that even after the cleaning lay still around the cut like a sillage and should be the best base for a bloodpoisoning, there was still another scent- so horrible sweet it stitched into Zivs muzzle uncomfortably. Automatically her tail flicked from one side to another, curiously, attentive. The kid tieredly turned his face from his fathers chest by Zivs question, there were still tearstains shimmering on his cheeks, but his eyes were dry and his small hands nolonger cramped in his parents vest.

“Kid, when you played in the lower deck had there something grown on the walls-” Red Mold grows on rests of skinflakes, fat and hair, something that usually covered the walls of old ships that had never been bothered to be cleaned, she repeated in her head : “- by the air shaft?” The Mold needed a permanent change of air, Ziv remembered: “Or Around a leaking waterpipe?” Or running water, she knew. With a flick of her small paw she pointed towards a humanoid woman sitting near them whos head of red hair looked in the low light like cinder: “ It looks like her head? Some red growing mess?”

The humanoid gave Ziv a sour look as if she had bitten on a foul fruit, but the Tynna ignored it. Instead her ears turned to the little boy sitting on his fathers lap, listening attentive with her head tilted to the side like a curious bird: “...Yeh.My friend Sasa found it and wanted to show it to me.”

“I see.”, the Tynnan slowly nodded and packed the jar of Rasin and the vinegarwater-bottle back into her plasticcontainer. Her tail wagged from one side to another while she was thinking:  The child had had luck, with such a deep cut he could have been in danger of a infection in such a enviorment but the mold in the wound had cleaned it and the vinegarwater had done the rest. With the rasin covering the cut, no germs or dirt could enter now. If she would collect the mold, she could dry it and make a pulver out of it for later use. With a huff Ziv got on her feet, shouldering the container again whichs familiar weight lay like a protective shield on her back: “The cut is cleaned so there will be no infection. With the resin closing the wound and holding it together it should heal with just a little scar without any complications.” “But if the flesh around the cut turns hard or hot, you call me again.”, Zivs voice was more a stern order than a question, strict and demanding. There was a pause, the murmur from the other travlers around them hung thickly in the air like a heavy blanket and automatically Ziv massaged the webbing between her fingers with one hand as always when she felt uncomfortable: “..also watch out better if you go and play again or your Baba loses another meal to me, Kid. So-” Take good care of yourself, she wanted to say, but the words lay like stones on her tounge. That was not in her right to say for this was not her child, this was not even someone she knew, this was noone under her care, this was someone who did not knew her. The young woman shaked her head with a grim huff  “..nevermind. Whatever.”  Awakwardly the Tynnan pulled the hood of her parker down to her muzzle and went down to the lower deck a little too hasty to appear calm. A little, as if she was fleeing.

The webbing between her fingers had soon started to ache  when the already dim light on the Spacestation turned even dimmer in the lower level. A little frustrated Ziv forcefully stopped her fingers from fiddling with the thin skin and instead closed her paws around the strap over her chest holding her plasticcontainer on her back. She really was not good talking with patients, the Tynnan noticed not for the first time and with a grimace as if she had bitten on a sour fruit she noticed once again, again and again that she was not good at talking with people in general. Ziv smelled the mold before she saw it, although she did not exactly saw it at all, not until she was standing before the wall by the leaking waterpipes where a steady small stream of water had drawn lines of red mold that looked like drawn with red chalk on the rusty wall of the lower level. Squinting her horrible myoptic eyes, the young woman leaned forward until she was almost pressing her muzzle against the wall and took a deep sniff: Sweet, like a rotting fruit mixed with the iron taste of the spacestation old metal.  Not wasting a second Ziv sat the plasticcontainer down and fished a still empty  evacuate- pack and her sickle out of it to carefully, almost gently, scratch the red mold off the wall and collect it in the pack. 

She was alone on the lower level, the only sound was the quiet gurgling of the leaking waterpipe and the metal of her sickle scratching on the as soft as velvet mold. At least the Tynnan was alone at the lower level, until she nolonger was alone.

There was a strange feeling that made the thick pelt at her back rise, a feeling like a icecold finger running down her spine. Automatically Ziv stiffened, her pale ears jolted upwards and listened after something- a quiet step, a rustling of clothes, a shifting of weight-  that could not be there and should not be heard. There was only the gurgling of the broken waterpipe and when Ziv turned around the blurred outlines of the corridor looked just the same as seconds before, even when she squinted her eyes to see better. But it felt differently, as if it had turned warmer, as if someone had walked towards her, as if she only had to reach out with a paw and touch the sleeve of someone she did not knew and could not be there.

The Tynnans arm never moved. Still, she reached out.

And then she the tips of her fingers that were not her fingers touched the side and sleeve of something -someone- that could not be there.

“..No.”, automatically the young woman stepped back and pulled back a hand she had never physically extended but was still throbbing from the sensation that had not happned. Not really. Not exactly. Not at all. “No, you are not there. You are not there.”

Her tail flicking as if she was a annoyed cat Ziv turned back to the mold that shimmered in the low light deep red like ruby.  The mold smelled sweet and felt warm beneath the callouse skin of the inside of her paws. Her pale ears flicked restlessly after sounds that should not there, were not there, of course not.  At the edge of the Tynnans mind she heard water drop slowly out of the leaking pipes.  She had stopped scratching the mold off the rusty wall and had started to fiddle on the webbing between her fingers again.  The icecold hand around her spine  that was the feeling of something beeing there, something beeing not normal, never left but instead seemed to freeze, freeze, freeze in its place.  With a frustrated grunt the young woman turned around, her sharp teeth bared:  “Why are you here? Why now?!”

[halforc-mercenary]

“Okay. Do you want me to kiss it or something?“

The scent of blood hung in the air heavy like iron and mixed with the stark smell of drenched earth and rotting leafs that the storm had left behind. They had been on the road when the dark clouds that had followed them like hunting cranivores since the morning finally caught up to them and only a few seconds after that the storm had wrapped the two wanderers in a heavy coat of rain, wind and hail.It had  been at this time, when the street had started to turn into a river and branches and leafs crushed down on them heavy like stones, when Mar slipped. One second she was up on the road, the next she was on the foot of the mound, from head to toe covered in mud and a stinging pain throbbing like a second heartbeat in her left leg where her leg was from the ankle until up to the knee cut open from stones. They had seeked shelter under a tree as the storm continue its way and only left behind heavy rain that wrapped the forest outside of their almost dry sanctuary under the tree in a thick, grey vale that swallowed every detail and outline. Mar had sat down on a thick root, her leg stretched away from her and trembling from the coldness the storm had brought while she did her best to clean the mud and blood off her leg wih the vinegarwater in her waterhoose and a small cloth. 

“No,  A open wound should not have your salvia in it, unless you want me to die like a dog from bloodpoisoning.”, Mar grunted without a shimmer of joke in her voice. She hissed, grimacing when the vinegarwater stinged in her wound while she tried her best to appear as calm as possible: “Nothing against you, Sir.”Hasty she turned her head to the side and ran a hand over her face to calm down and pressed her hand against her mouth to swallow the groan that wante dto rise in her throat. Instead she only pressed out between jaws that were so cramped her face turned numb: “I would want you to help me clean it. And putting on oinment and bandages.”

[ @thaneirstaer ]

[gauntsghostsfieldguide]

Straight Silver- Part 4

@the-fluffy-underbelly

FOUR 287-311

“the manhandling of latrine buckets out up the communication trench, the man-handling of food buckets back down from the cookhouse (“I swear they get those fething buckets mixed up most times,” Rawne was heard to say).” Rawne’s so snarky.

“Shrunken, eroded body parts protruded from the trench floor and sometimes the wall, usually where the rain had exposed them. During a heavy period of action three years before, Criid learned, the troops at these stations had been obliged to bury their dead in the trench itself. Water damage was slowly raising them back into the daylight.” Gross.

“Caffran believed Kolea had taken an almost patriarchal interest in looking after Criid and Caffran, the kids’ ersatz parents.” ...that’s one way of looking at it.

“The day Tanith had died, Gutes’ daughter Finra had been twenty-one, and her daughter Foona just four months old. It had been a wrench leaving them, but the Emperor called, and the Emperor was the Emperor.” ;_;

“How could that have been Tanith dying, he often wondered. The mantle splitting. The oceans evaporating. The continents sliding into each other and disintegrating. The great nalwood forests licking into cinders in a wall of white heat. The core, cut loose, erupting and boiling out into the vacuum. Piet Gutes supposed that anything, even the most important and profound event in his life or anyone’s life, would seem like nothing more than a tiny, silent flash if you saw it from far enough away.” ;_;

“ Caill, the best ammo humper in the regiment in Gutes’ opinion, had just about been wedded to Bragg. Now here he was running boxes and feeding belts for someone else.” Dammit, Abnett, stop making me feel so bad! (on a lighter note, oh, Larkin had competition)

“He’d left Bragg to run for fresh ammo, and by the time he’d got back, Bragg was done. Three loxatl flechette rounds at close range, that’s what Gutes had heard. Like he’d eaten a tube-charge. So much mess they’d been hard pushed to find enough to bury, and Bragg had been a big guy.” The dramatic irony is strong in this book.

“Larkin seemed edgier than ever these days. He and Bragg had been particularly close.” ;_; poor Larkin.

“ He tweaked off the inspection cover and overrode the reader, calibrating his weapon to nuances of windspeed and shot-drop that were too subtle for the scope to set automatically. Gutes had heard him say sometimes that he saw the truth through his scope. The view through the scope was the one reality Larkin trusted.” Foreshadowing and heresy.

Cuu nearly gets found out and then the guy gets hit by a bomb. :(

Soric gets a message from himself.

“Banda was so limp, she nearly toppled into the fire trench. Rawne clawed onto her and held her in place, helpless himself, trying to stop the both of them getting trampled in the vicious, endless welter of close combat seething along the trench. 

“Medic! Medic!” he cried. No one was listening. Her head nodded down. Rawne tried to support her. “You’ll be okay,” he told her. “I fething order you to be okay…”“ Awww, he cares.

“He’d lost the little finger of his left hand at Voltis City. That had been the start of it. The start of the tally. Menazoid had hurt him hard. Hagia worse. On Phantine, he’d been lucky to come out alive. Deep wounds to the body and leg, taken during the Cirenholm feth-for-all, followed up with a nosocomial dose of bloodpoisoning.” Jeez, Corbec, you get injured all the time.

“Third, perhaps most importantly, it looked like it had been made by a hallucinating, ink-dipped cockroach that had been allowed to run across a piece of used latrine paper.” That... is an image.

[loveemilyfan]

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Had a coworker who got diabetes at work and te doctor ruled it a workrelated illness. <- take this part with a grain of salt. They quote it on our training and ive seen 2 coworkers develop it 5 years on the job. Might just be coincidence.so edit 2 isnt really bloodpoisoning its called rhabdomiolysis. Its when you burn your muscle internally and they release a protein that damages your kidneys.

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