#im in excruciating pain

[lightbulb-warning]

will i be able to finish the saiοuma week prompts by august or will this migraine be the end of me? stay tuned to find out!! /lh

[bisexualnamjoonie]

soyoon and rm really went "this one's for the bisexuals. we love to see you suffer" huh

[hematomes]

idk if the anon who tried to explode my penis twice is stil' around but u finally succeeded buddy

[lovehours]

i don’t even fucking care

[nextstopparis]

I vowed I would always be yours.

[ultimateloserboy]

thinking about duck dhmis having health issues and not even knowing it. first of all, he has diabetes, which you could say is just a joke, but i dont really think so. id say it would be if yellow guy didnt bring it up again a minute later in electricity where it was confirmed. sure hes talking to a different character, but his immediate assumption when someone is acting strange is to assume their blood sugar is low. i might be stretching- but to me it implies hes been in this situation before. charged yellow guy doesnt become smarter out of nowhere, he simply understands his already existing memories better, meaning he wouldve already known what low blood sugar was and how to deal with it before his batteries getting replaced. this implies to me that yellow guy has helped duck with his low blood sugar before, though i dont think him or duck actually understands whats going on. im not a diabetes expert or anything, but i know that low blood sugar is not nice, and you feel much better after grabbing a snack. which is funny, because in the past the creators have really driven it home that duck enjoys sweets and just food in general. in the “Its Nice That” QNA back in like 2016, half of ducks answers were about snacks and foods he liked. he said he finds yogurt exciting, and that his blood type is cream, etc. again, maybe im stretching, but it makes sense for him to enjoy these foods so much, because they’d probably make him feel better even if he doesn’t understand why. he probs thinks he just really fucking likes yogurt but in reality his blood sugar is literal ass.

moving on though, in the death episode he mentions forgetting to drink water, which is the cause of his literal death. dehydration is not a nice feeling, and its canon that the puppets experience pain like we do to an extent, so how long was duck feeling miserable without noticing? when the coffin cuts his finger he doesnt react at all, saying it “doesnt hurt that much” but pain is pain even if its small. he didnt even flinch to his finger being cut off. i dont think its the pain thats small, i think his pain tolerance is just too high for his own good. he probably didnt notice the pain of dehydration, or the pains of low blood pressure, or the pain of his insides being removed. he felt it, but he just didnt register how bad it really was. when he sees yellow guy being tore up in jobs he starts freaking out, obviously understanding that it must hurt, but if he was in the same situation he would be laughing. it makes me kind of sad in a way

there’s three ways i think this can be interpreted:

1: hes so desensitized to his own pain after eternity of being ripped apart that he doesnt even register when hes in pain anymore

2: hes so determined to be big and strong (like the military) that he refuses to acknowledge his pain because its a weakness he needs to get over

or 3: a mixture of both that is so bad it causes him to literally die of his own self-neglect. and even when his body tries to shut down and rest(die), he still refuses even that.

(plus, to add on to my runt-duck post, runts often have life-long health issues if they do live past infancy. i will die on the runt-duck hill. he is just like me.)

[koukaaa-descent]

the antithesis of hate

(This is not necessarily connected to the art,, I've just had this in my drafts for a while and. Well.)

Monsoon was scorched by the blaze of the star, fragile skin blackening, sparse blues burning away beneath the heat of it. Indigo, suddenly impulsive, wrapped his arms around it. The poor thing is so much larger now—it’s nearly impossible to wrap his arms all the way around its body.

“You need to live,” he says, finding something awfully wet in his voice beneath the star’s hissing fires. Monsoon rattles, a series of short chirps interspersed with sharp clicks. It sounded almost familiar to the coo of a pigeon. Because of either mimicry or familiarity, its arms wrap around him as well, reciprocating such a familiar touch in spite of the pain each movement brought. Claws settle against the fabric of his uniform, never piercing the thick material.

“You need to live,” Indigo forces out, heartbroken for a reason he could not possibly discern. A terrible sense of hopelessness pervaded his senses. Heat began to char his suit, vicious flame devouring all it touched. He fought back the heat in his eyes caused not by pain but rather something else.

Monsoon would sprint through a field filled with eyeless dogs if Indigo had been the one to say that it was safe. That was the problem with creatures so beautifully intelligent yet so loyal—loyalty could bring about suicide for the sake of another. Intelligence would grant it the ability to know that and do whatever it was anyway.

They’re running out of time. They’ve always been running out of time. Indigo’s just glad that they got to spend their short lives together. He squeezes Monsoon as tight as he can, wondering where his tiny, inquisitive little dove had gone. A Bracken grew so impossibly quickly that those days had begun and ended in a mere moment of time. But... what a truly wonderful moment it was.

Fire engulfs the star, shrieking a demand unto the universe itself. Monsoon keens in pain, wrapping itself around his body with what little it can move. Loyal to the point of suicide.

In an awfully short moment, wrapped in his oldest companion's arms, Indigo finally puts a name to that foreign emotion. Love.

Light sears his sclerae through the tinted visor. With a raspy, thin whistle, Monsoon frays beneath it and scatters away into ash that utterly blinds Indigo to the world beyond. Very suddenly, the searing pain does not mean anything. Nothing at all.

The star billows into existence as it finally implodes, roaring past them—the impossibly tiny things that they both were in the face of it.

The last thing that Indigo ever sees. The first thing that he dares to regret.

[madameoni]

I needed to paint something for myself as a warm up the other day. I missed my baby Scipio ❤

[hisui-dreamer]

random idea of a soulmate au where soulmates share each others pain (e.g. you trip and injure your knee and your soulmate also feels your pain on their knee) and you're soulmates with malleus but you've fallen head over heels in love with leona and want nothing more than for him to be happy and so in ch2 when savanaclaw plays against diasomnia in spelldrive, you actively put yourself in excruciating pain all so to disable malleus so your beloved lion can finally, finally get a taste of being first place

to be continued here

[uzi-x33]

going home early cus nausea 😋😋

[orb-the-watchman]

I Didn’t think it was that bad honestly

[shanti-ashant-hai]

someone make a menstrual cycle with no pain, no blood, no nothing. someone uninvent the menstrual cycle.

[kiruvry]

thursday or as i like to call it wednesday

[ghostiidasponk]

I'm fine! (I am not okay)

[anonbinaryweirdo]

if your periods never bother you then what the fuck

[hertwood]

anon i'm so sorry i just sliced my fucking foot open your ask is gonna have to wait i just sliced my foot open on a nail