#god cursed me with ovaries and a uterus

[murdockbuckley]

it's that time of month where i cry about penguins (and cats) for a week

this tiktok is the reason for my tears this month

[pauking5]

Seeking comfort from an idiot

enishi yukishiro x fem reader

A/N: This is a quick wip on pair with the Addicting Taste lore but can be a standalone (if you squint). Here's a little comfort fic with my favorite idiot to soothe my monthly torture. Hope it helps yours a little too. Enjoy!

Part 2 😉

"Let me get this straight."

"Yes, Enishi," you say exasperated, a hand held to your forehead.

You were sat on the couch in his office, explaining the suffering ovary owners go through every month to him. He seemed utterly confused at every new piece of information you were telling him. He made a great effort in understanding your current predicament, despite asking the stupidest questions known to mankind.

"You just randomly bleed out every month?"

"Yes," you sighed a little annoyed.

"Willingly?"

"Oh my god, you're an idiot."

"What do you mean I'm an idiot? It's not my fault I don't know anything about these things."

The migraine brewing in your head was mostly because of your period, partly due to his stupid questions. There was no way this man was raised by a woman.

"I just explained it to you!" you yelled as he lifted his hands up in surrender.

You felt a wave of discomfort slowly crawl up your abdomen and sunk back into the couch hoping to alleviate it. The stiff cushions did little to help, making you more uncomfortable than they should have. Everything was making you sensitive and the only thing that would help was your bed.

"Enishi?" you called his name in a tiny voice only to get a hum in response.

"Bed," you say, making grabby hands at him. The simple word should have been enough of a hint about what you wanted but his brain didn't seem to catch the obvious.

"What about the bed?" he asked earning a groan from you. Your hormones were getting the best of you as you struggled to keep the murderous intentions inside.

"I want to go to bed," you say through gritted teeth as you repeated the grabby hands, adding a smile at the end. If you didn't hit the bed soon your insides would turn into a torture chamber.

"Then go-"

"You idiot, CAN YOU PLEASE TAKE ME TO BED-" you yelled but stopped as a big cramp wrecked your middle, making you crumple into a ball on the couch. You shut your eyes tight and gripped your abdomen trying to ride out the waves of pain.

He mumbled a few curses under his breath as he moved to your spot. Sliding his strong arms under your legs and securing your back, he lifted you up carefully trying to not make your pain worse.

He made a move towards your room as you leaned your head on his shoulder, curling yourself into him as much as you could. He felt weirdly warm today, a comforting heat radiating off his body. The sweet relief was short lived as another wave of cramps wrecked your body making you whine.

You hated feeling this helpless every single month, unable to do anything about it, except suffer in silence until the pain would subside by itself. Showing your weakness to Enishi of all people made you feel even shittier about yourself. He was the kind of person to brave through an injury no matter how painful it felt, so it was normal to feel a little mad about it as you asked him to carry you to your room.

He gently let you down on the bed and you turned on your side, gripping his hand as you sat him on the edge next to you. The pain was only getting worse and you needed immediate relief before you would pass out, freaking out a clueless Enishi even more.

"What can I do to help?"

"Nothing," you choked as a violent cramp was trying to dismantle your uterus.

He racked his brain for a solution until he settled on a forgotten memory of his sister. He was wandering aimlessly around the woods until he stumbled and fell, scraping his knee on a rock. As Tomoe patched him up, he recalled her saying something about warmth being the cure for almost all pain.

He wasn't sure if she meant it rhetorically or if it was actually a remedy he could use. Hell, he would try anything to put you out of your misery right now even if it sounded like a fable.

Doubtful if it would work, he took to rubbing your lower back in slow circles to create some warmth, waiting for your reaction. The action relieved some of your pain and you sighed in content, giving Enishi the confirmation that he was doing something useful. The more heat his palm generated, the more your cramps were decreasing in intensity. Maybe he wasn't that useless when it came to comfort as you thought.

The consistent rhythm of his hand lulled you and you were fast asleep before you knew it. Enishi smiled softly at your pouty face, puffing up against the pillow as a few light snores escaped you. He brushed a few stray hairs away from your face and hooked them up behind your ear. Grabbing a hold of your blanket he draped it over you so you would stay warm.

He wished he could do more for you. Seeing you in this much pain was driving him mad. He couldn't believe the fact that you were going through this every month. It made him admire your strength even more than he already did. He was sure as hell that if he was the one bleeding out every month he wouldn't be able to handle it.

A battle wound could heal within a few days. But this was a constant pain lasting for more than a few days, making normal everyday tasks become a struggle. No one should go through this kind of pain, especially you.

You whimpered in your sleep as his hand stopped rubbing your back. He chuckled as he turned back to his job, a small smile pulling at your lips in your sleep. You wriggled closer to him seeking the warmth of his hand rather than the blanket.

It seemed so easy to comfort you without doing too much but just being there for you. He was willing to do anything to help you during this time, no matter what you asked of him. If rubbing your back was what you needed he would gladly comply with it for as long as you needed him to.

Thank you for reading! As always, comments, notes and reblogs are welcome :)

[reinemichele]

For the record, re: my post about my migraine, I meant to talk about this the Last time I had a migraine, but it was one of those apocalyptic ones where I couldn't look at any screens even on the lowest brightness, & even after 5+ hours of lying down in the dark I didn't feel up to opening my laptop or sitting at my desk to type.

I don't want this to become too long, I can go into more detail later, but over time I noticed that my migraines would progressively get worse over the course of each month. 3 days before my period started, they were, like I said, apocalyptic. Nothing would help, any light or sound or smell was like stabbing pain, I'd be vomiting, etc. etc. I say 3 days because it was a clear pattern: I'd be in so much pain I'd be wondering why god hated me or why I was cursed, and then 3 days of hell later, my period would start, and the head pain was over.

So, I tried a lot of birth controls, when I was old enough to. Some of them helped (laundry list of symptoms) but made my migraines worse, some of them helped my migraines but made (laundry list of symptoms) worse. That also contributed to me thinking that my migraines were being contributed to by my hormones cycling.

So . Fast forward to 2021 . My gynecologist just agreed to giving me a hysterectomy . This gynecologist is the first one I'd ever seen who took me seriously, remembered my issues, and actively worked with me to find a solution to those issues. He knew about my migraines, he knew that I hypothesized that my hormones were influencing my migraines.

To be clear . I knew the answer to this was gonna be no . I just had to shoot my shot, you know? So I hedged my bets further and asked if he'd remove my ovaries, too. (I explained why, obviously, I didn't just say that only).

He looked horrified. He honestly looked like I had just asked him to shoot someone, or something. He told me he absolutely could not do that; as a doctor, the only way he could justify removing my ovaries was if I had ovarian cancer or something life or death like that. But even if he could justify it medically, he really would not want to do it. He talked about the importance of hormones, how I'd have to be on synthetic hormones for the rest of my life, how it would impact my bone density, how it would impact my mental health in unforeseeable ways, and it would be completely irreversible.

I wanted to push it further, but... I didn't want him to change his mind about giving me a hysterectomy, or for him to insist on me getting a psych eval before the hysterectomy. (Something I'd have to lie my way through, lmao)

Now, for the most part, my hysterectomy did actually improve my migraines. It went down to 1 migraine per month, which is already a huge improvement and something my 12 yr old self would've never believed to be physically possible. I'm seeing a neurologist now, and we've got it down to 1 every 1-3 months. But I do still sometimes have those world-ending migraines, and then a day or so later I'll burst into tears over something minor, and I'll think: ah. No more uterus, but I'm PMSing.

[revelaare]

Shit said in the Crimson Discord & VC, taken out of context part 2, (the sequel)

Big NSFW warning, probably

his meat slid off and then slid right back on

[PRONOUN] can punch me in my uterus and make a hammock out of my ovaries

it’s one of the worst fucking things i’ve ever heard, and i’ve heard someone literally shit their pants

they tagged me and my ass clenched

this man just said “I want to eat ur ass and then kiss you” ok buddy

a man with a plan

my grandpa is texting his hoes from his flip phone

god my lawyer was a hit but idk if she will be the chosen one or not

hello give me your toenails

i'll touch you in a non-weird way

he was in that movie with the people, he was the human.

i want her to brush my hair

If we have dick glasses they have to be of the highest quality for the best experience

i don't wanna watch that white nonsense

i would throat him like a fine wine

these millenials can't live without ac? back in my day we lived on the sun

yall better put those goats on a wheel, tell them to start running

he looks like a bitch

yes or no, u wud punch the light bulb out of thomas edisons wrinkly pruned hand and asked him if he believed in god

still has skin and a working body

i needed to wait until my voice changes

you thought i was snacking on joe biden’s savory meat stick

barack guckin oglizzy, oguckma, barack osugma, Joe choden, OglchnnngggHHHYynnUUUnnghhma

why did i have a dream that i was taking the lid off my car

false gods require wine, real gods require coochiefice

fettucine wet ass pussy

that was all you sent me. the picture of a raccoon and then nothing

it isn’t hate, it is ‘continuously let down by’.

i never went to school who science

i’m gunna go peer pressure my mum into a shot

thank you for furthering my career at hot topic

i will suck the ingrown hair off of him

it has huge jackman in it

i chomped on this eggshell, got my calcium in for the day

i will take you to touch the mango

i want to see all the big things

[PRONOUN] has collar bones so deep you could hook a clothing hanger into it

no asscheeks in fucking family chat you animals

he will eat you alive and suck out your intestines like its a spaghetti noodle

[NAMES]’s Tiggle Biddie’s

dropped acid, cried the whole night.

my stomach is hooping and hollering, i’m about to eat some sleep

you want my throatsac ??

please dont know me as the toenail eater

you have to keep the skin on one side while you eat the other, thats basic mango physics

i mean he is some good sasuage

calm down dick Hannibal

respectfully, what the fuck is this

tbf i only eat my steaks where they need tampons

you committed acts of culinary terrorism

does your refrigerator whimper and cower in the corner when you approach it. that's your fridge trying to use echo location to locate a safe space

thundercuck

i almost met Jesus, I almost got an autograph. Almost got a greatest hits signed album.

respectfully, are you smoking fucking crack?

my left testicle could play better than you

i’ll eat him with ketchup

son of a biscuit eating bulldog!

now it’s back to me sucking, all is right in the world.

holy fuck weasels.

holy fuck, weasels!

why does the bad guy look like the Statue of Liberty?

this is a man that sometimes willingly dresses like a lumberjack

and me, being an emotional cripple, must make jokes about this.

hey my name is [NAME] i'm **definitely** who i say i am

[NAME OR PRONOUN] offered a back massage by calling it the “tickle thing”

i love a man who puts his parents in a nursing home.

my brain is going to take a hot shower

wait have u seen steve harvey's coochie

if it were me i would simply not be pregnant

look im not about to be out here saying i love [NAME OR PRONOUN] feet, but i am about to be out here saying that their feet are some of the nicest feet i've seen in a long time

i named my cloyster renesmee

[NAME] was texting me from the bathtub

you’re pregnant? That’s unfortunate.

do I say dumb shit? Perhaps. Do I take ownership? Perhaps.

i pay for things in blissful ignorance

i am an emotional vagrant

i am an emotional fragrance

to make a long motherfucking story short...

this enchilada tastes like asshole and sadness

you are not an ugly bitch, you’re just a bitch

that’s not a nut shot, buddy.

i’m sad because i sucked the meat off of this pumpkin spice latte

i want to make a blanket out of his eyebrows

what are you disgracing my Christian eyes for?

he be looking at that dick like why does it go so much to the left?

I want her to record an audio book for me so I can fall asleep listening to her voice.

Can I lick you like an ice cream cone? Asking for science.

like you're out to lunch with your bromie and you're eating some rubens or something and you wistfully look over the rim of your sunglasses and just: You ever buss 2 fast

my accent is flaccid

timotay chalamaymay’s sweet ass

on the bright side mcallister’s gave me 3 pickle spears. Almost enough to make a whole pickle.

you think they came from the same mommy pickle?

HIS DOODLE IS OUT

i thot that meant [NAME] wanted to...doodle his noodle

i don’t use commas, i don't respect u enough, fuck ur reading comprehension.

does australia have seasons

i want someone to embalm my body with mcdonalds sprite

his hermione grangina

purrrr my last email

its lore locked beneath 30 layers. u can only understand it if uve had a near death experience

LET'S GET FUCKY

i wanna have the heart of a stoner

his man titties look like little tattooed pillows

SWIGGITY SWOOTY COMIN FOR THAT BOOTY

there were no cheeks to shake. nothing to clap. no noise to be had from her literal slices of wonderbread

u ever just fuck around and ur tits fart

put a lil mint leaf on it for authenticity

alright brother god bless may u be fertile

i feel like im being advocated for something i shouldnt be advocating for

and i am adam with my fat pendulous balls lol

i’m making whuppie with whoopie godberg

theodore tits fart rex

yeah man do u also have the third toe on ur shoulder

the green spaghetti monster is coming for me and i can't blame him

today i learned starfish do not poop

that was nothing compared to some other things I saw

listen I'd willingly watch [NAME/PRONOUN] in a cell for 24 hours. Imagine that sounded less creepy

i'd lick a dirty flip flop off her abs

i’m tempted to show you all the gravity defining boobs, maybe tomorrow

my brain is on vacation

good morning! i ate breakfast and im ready to go to bed

tape the titty in

ive unironically had nightmares with [NAME] in them

the peanut in the auditory canal

so far this feel all comfortable, does this all make sense?

i know it's kind of a schlep to get through

nail polish or no nail polish for the shower?

and then he saw those big tt honkerz... and it all went down hill from there

can y’all stop chanting curses in the chat my furniture is stuck on the ceiling

EH?! CIAO? HELLO??

in Russia this is not ok 

i can’t buy pants here on Sunday either

IT'S LIKE TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS TO EAT ON A SOGGY PANCAKE

imagine me going up to [NAME/PRONOUN] and being like i love the way ur flesh smells

in a supermarket. The sickly blue light where humans congregate. Animal human masses. Nameless faces. Whole lives boiled into generalized categories like "asshole who definitely does need 4 boxes of cheerios". Yout hink and realize while stabding in line u didnt grab the bag of frozen peas...but its 2 late

its truly the only picture that gives me pure joy

are weasels real

my work mum just messaged me the phrase "use your booty call wisely" with no context

"let's bring u to the mustache chair"

If you’re not doing coke under the coke sign what is the point?

[andromeda-sapphire]

Waking Witchblr: Makers Monday

Hello everyone! Andromeda here!

For @wakingwitchblr’s Makers Monday challenge, I decided to talk about my journey in making crystal jewelry and magical amulets, talismans, etc. and how it has helped me as a person. I personally make my jewelry using sterling silver or copper wire, but I’ve seen others use resin, polymer clay, hemp/cotton thread, and electroforming as other methods to make crystal jewelry.

(Before I get too into this post, I want to make a note that NONE of these pieces are available for sale, they’ve all either sold or are in my personal collection, I am NOT trying to advertise my work, simply sharing my creative journey with my fellow witches!)

Below is a photo of a recent pendant I made as a personal protective amulet, featuring labradorite (excellent protective stone!), peridot & chrome tourmaline in oxidized sterling silver. I wear it when I go out to protect my energy from outer influences, as bipolar disorder makes me extremely sensitive to my surroundings. I also wear it when I’m practicing divination.

How did I get started wire wrapping crystals?

Well, I’ve always loved crystals, and I’ve collected them since I was a child. I remember when I was a kid I had a book on home remedies, and it had a decent section on crystal healing, so that’s what started me on this crystal-loving (or is it hoarding?) path. But to be honest, for me making jewelry started as an anxiety release. (And a holiday gift idea!) When I was 20, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and it really devastated me for a long time. I became increasingly antisocial and depressed, and to keep myself from fidgeting with things, or worse, picking at my hair or skin, I taught myself how to wire wrap crystals to keep my hands busy. But they didn’t always look like that first photo!

In fact, I did a little digging through my photos and managed to find the photo of my very first wire wraps. This photo above was the night I first taught myself how to wire wrap - it was almost Yule, and I was scrambling to make my friends and family their gifts (I’ve always been a “handmade gifts” kinda person). I had a huge collection of crystals, and lived by a crystal shop at the time as well, so it wasn’t too hard for me to obtain my materials. I picked up some copper and brass wire at the local craft shop, and I was off.

Since then, I’ve come to realize that art is full of endless possibilities, and jewelry gave me a creative outlet that I hadn’t experienced before with painting or music. I was able to create unique, special pieces for not only my friends and family, but for my customers and for myself as well. Each piece has a unique story because each piece is truly unique. No two crystals are alike, and that challenged me to create something new and different each time. Animal spirits inspired me, gods and goddesses inspired me, events inspired me, even the crystals themselves inspired me with their unique shapes and colors, or even their healing properties. In fact I’ve created many pieces for people to be worn as “crystal remedy” pendants, and I really love making something so special for my customers and friends. Sometimes I incorporate astrological factors into my jewelry, like maybe using stones that correspond with a person’s astrology chart, other times I use numerology in my patterns (I’m starting to use numerology and sacred geometry a lot more now!) by weaving my wire around a certain number of times. Other times it’s purely designed around the healing properties desired.

My wire wrap hobby became a business a year or so later. I came up with a name and my brother designed me a cute logo (which my good friend later updated!) and I began pulling my little blue wagon up the street every weekend with all my jewelry and supplies for the local arts market. I made a whole bunch of friends at the local market, and it really helped me to come out of my anxiety-ridden shell. I sold jewelry at festivals and events, and gained a bit of a professional reputation locally. I even met my current boyfriend of 2 years at the market - he was just starting out making wooden rings when we met, and now we make our jewelry together!

Wire wrapping even helped me to cope with my recurring ovarian cysts. When I had my first ovarian cyst removal surgery, I couldn’t leave my bed for about a week or two after. My dad came up to visit to take care of me for the week, and I just kept wire wrapping from my bed, watching movies with him while I recovered. When my second and third ovarian cysts developed, I could feel them, and I knew they were there, but I was ignoring the issue until my doctor did an ultrasound and confirmed their nasty existence. I remember leaving the doctor’s office that day in tears, cursing the world because I was so angry and afraid, I didn’t want to have to go through another surgery. When I got home, I took out my copper wire and crystal stash, and made this little uterus and ovaries pendant. I got really into making uterus pendants after that, inspired by my pelvic pain, so I did 3 more of them in silver, and they all sold immediately upon completion. It was even more special to me too that the pendants all went to women suffering with PCOS, a reproductive condition that causes painful cysts on the ovaries.

Wire wrapping truly saved me from myself when I was in a very dark place, and in all honesty I’m not sure where I would be without this creative hobby of mine. I know I rambled on a little bit in this post, and it’s not entirely witchy, but I just wanted to really express how much this craft hobby has changed my life and kept me sane. Art is such an important part of life, and so many people forget that on a daily basis. So go out and create something today! Make something beautiful and meaningful!

Thanks for reading everyone, I hope this post inspires you to try a new creative hobby that pushes you outside your comfort zone!

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[violet-amet]

There is this strange feeling of not being satisfied with me. Now, while that could be taken in more ways than one, I mean, I’m not happy, or even content with myself. But! I’ve done as much as I could up to this point. I am going to meet with my therapists soon, to talk to them, but I think this feeling also comes from the fact I’m dealing with a strange point in my life, where I’m in the middle of recovering from a traumatic moment. I’m... very confused on what’s going to happen from here, and I never like to be optimistic about things either, for silly personal reasons, but, I am not going to beat myself up as much as I used to.

I am only 25 years old, and I got a long way to go. Cancer may had hold me back for a time, maybe for the past... Well, I was 19 when this started, more or less. It’s been quite a while, with all the bleeding, hospital visits, and nonsense. I’m lucky to be alive, and honestly, I’m happy with the fact that I am! But, to pick my life up immediately feels... strange. I never had any control over my life, and I have to take the advice of what my sister told me, and take it slow. I can’t compare myself to others, especially to my friends who live in a different country. I have to force myself to take it slowly, or else, I’ll just collapse into self hatred, panic attacks, and thoughts of self harm.

I don’t want to be like that anymore, but it’s so difficult to not think about it. I’m going to try my best however, and take it slow. My ovaries are just... doing ovary things, even though there is no place for the eggs to go to anymore. I don’t know if that is why I’m feeling off today, or unhappy, or dissatisfied, but all I know is that I can’t push myself. I can’t beat myself anymore. I can do better, and I know, I will never be content, but I accomplish as much as I could on my own time, at least, with the little things.

Little by little.

Just need to do it little by little.

Also, God, am I confused about what my body is doing. Am I truly ovulating, or is my body just acting weird? Well, I never had a normal period, so I don’t know. It feels like a curse to be a woman, but the worse thing right now for me, is the fact that I don’t have a uterus, so things are sort of even more confusing. Is my body just trying to adjust itself to the changes? Well, the doctors did say the chemo will most likely be in my system for a good while, so yeah.

Probably wouldn’t be too far off, to be honest, because I think I am still dealing with neuropathy in my legs, and maybe my hands. They aren’t numb, but they don’t feel great. They aren’t weak, but they aren’t strong either, I think. I’m trying my best to exercise, to help with my health, especially with the whole clot thing going on too, but it’s hard for me to keep it up.

I think my mental health has something to do with this... Need to talk to my doctors though... Hm.