#tw bleeding mention

[crymeariveronceagain]

so like the scene where Gisela slices up her son's hand to collect a blood sample is epically screwed up. like that is the hand of a baby. a child. he is 9. and his mother is just like mhm we slicing. the hand. of her baby. that is the kid she created. she created that baby. she picked up his hand. and this woman was just like blood sample. and she let it bleed. for a long time. her kid had a gash all along his thumb and she just let it bleed. like a baby was in pain and hurting and bleeding and she just. kept. it happening? she caused it? and she let it? just??? she let her baby bleed? blood running down his hand???

like that's so awful

that's her kid

she should have done everything. in her power. to protect him.

and instead

she hurt him, and she let him just hurt. ache. fall apart.

that was her baby, her kid, her little one

stars above, she was supposed to love him.

[luminarai]

hey, hi, I was just on the former bird app and came across this info from a brand new study and now I cannot stop screaming internally??? what the actual fuckkkk

theres' an article from the guardian here and here is the actual study:

[angel-beloved]

Im bleeding tf

[rattyshipss]

Already felt like shit physically for the last few days and I got to end today getting what looked like intentionally bit by my dog which instantly bled and bruised up

(I'm not posting this because I'm super mad at her I'm just done in general and she's never actually bit me before intentionally and I'm pretty sure this one was intentional)

[intersectionalpraxis]

[jennifersbod]

so tired of birth control (medicine) shaming. Like yes it’s a band aid fix in some cases but we do very much USE band aids?

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I had telekinesis and was trying to open a bunch of doors/walls so my friends could escape some evil guy or something and it was super straining to focus on so many things at once. My brother appeared beside me and told me if I didn’t stop I was gonna go blind. Frustrated, I told him, “No I won’t. I’m fine. Go away.” My eyes immediately started to bleed after causing my bro to shrug and walk away.

[angel-dust-addict]

@radi0activesmile continued from here.

Alastor didn't understand. That didn't surprise Angel, really, but it did frustrate him. Alastor did not understand. He didn't understand how this worked, he didn't understand how Val worked, he didn't understand Angel's history with the other overlord. That wasn't surprising. But it was frustrating.

"Damnit, Al, that's not the point." The comment didn't come out sounding sharp or angry. Rather, there was just an unspeakable fatigue in Angel's voice. A sort of exhaustion that went clean to the bone. "I know what Val's like. I been wit' tha bastard fa' almost 50 years. Ya really think this's tha first time he's pulled this shit? Nah, babe. He's done this a few times. He gets pissed 'cause I'm gettin' too independent'r some shit, so he reminds me'a my place. I gotta go back, toe tha line a little, show 'im I've learned my lesson... He still ain't gonna be happy wit' me, but if I show 'im I rememba' who owns me, he'll leave me tha hell alone. Much as he eva' does, anyway."

Finally he looked up at Alastor. When he did, there was no anger in his expression. He just looked tired and stressed. "I don't want'cha involved. Not any more'n ya already are. I know ya ain't weak. That ain't tha point. I don't wanna be tha reason ya get hurt. I don't want'cha puttin' yerself in danger if ya don't gotta."

His miserable gaze dropped back to the bubbles. "'Sides, it's safa' fa' me, too. He'll just get pissed if I don't show. An' that'd basically be tellin' him I ain't learned a damn thing."

And that he might not survive. If Val thought he had lost control of Angel, the moth would kill him. It was that simple. He was much more valuable to Val alive, but not if Val couldn't control him.

"This ain't even tha worst thing he's eva' done." That comment was almost too quiet to hear. "'S betta' ta just keep 'im happy 'til we figuah out how ta get rid of him."

He didn't want to think about what else Val had done to him in order to maintain control. That was too much to think about, especially right now. He knew Alastor wouldn't like being told no. But it was safer to tell the stag no than to try to tell Val no.

So he would go back. He would go back and he would play his part and they would figure out how to kill the moth. But for now, he had to go back. Whether or not Alastor thought he should or not. This was not a fight he wanted to have, but it was also a risk he did not want to take.

[rottingflesh]

I love taste of blood

Why is it so delicious?

[whump-kia]

nothing is sexier than nosebleeds come ON

just got your mind probed by magic unfamiliar to you, mental shields and defenses torn down and all your worst memories resurfacing? pair that unfeeling glazed over eyes staring at the wall with a nosebleed.

got into a fistfight, consensually, for a little bit of fun? wrist wraps on, leaning against the wall you got thrown against, wiping the blood dripping down your chin onto your knuckles. take a breath, taste the copper, grin. go in for another round.

had a migraine all day, for reasons unknown? just splash cold water on your face, lean heavily against the sink, and stare into your own eyes as a river of blood starts to pour down your lips.

you can fight me on it but I'll win, and sexily, cause I'll have a NOSEBLEED.

[deathmimedream]

::: Rest and Recovery:::

@alastors-radioshow

While Cici wreaked havoc above in the ministry, Terzo slept below in Hell.

Granted,he’d just been through quite the ordeal.

Being drugged, tortured, murdered, beheaded, and returning to life as a Demon tended to do that.

He drifted in and out of sleep and consciousness the first full day, vaguely remembering that at one point, Alastor was curled beside him, still fully clothed, monocule clasped in one hand.

Terzo hadn’t hardly registered why his beloved would be in such a state, his mind still hazy with exhaustion. He gave a raspy hum, tucked his head under the demon’s chin, and slid his arms about the stag.

Drifting right off again.

He didn’t wake again until at least a half day later, still healing, still tired, but more aware of things.

He pushed himself up slightly, body sore, arms shaking in pain as he lifted himself up, almost panicking over his new surroundings.

Not the gray fog of screaming and grabbing, clawed hands that was purgatory, but also not the purple and black of his own bedroom.

This room, was red and black.

The bed was double the size of his, a bit softer, warmer, and he was only wearing one of Alastor’s shirts.

The entire room bore the stag’s scent, making his panic subside.

This was Alastor’s room, so it meant that he was safe.

He rubbed at his eyes, and blinked, noticing the changes, one by one.

Firstly, His hands were also black, fading to grey then his own, tanned skin tone as the color moved up his arms, fingertips now a claw-tipped bright gold.

He stared at them, and the cross shaped wounds along each arm, mostly healed.

He gave a tiny, strained, choked gasp as he began to remember. But rather than reach to the scars at his throat, his hand sought out Alastor instead.

If this was Alastor’s room, surely he wouldn’t be far away from him, si?

[noodyl-blasstal]

Falling for You

It's @taznovembercelebration day 27! We're so close to the end of the month! Today's prompt was "Ow!" - just to warn you, there's some mention of blood, it's not extensively, but there is a grazed and bleeding knee.

Read below or on Ao3. Catch yesterday's here if you missed it!

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“Ow!” Says Taako, loudly, really loudly, because if he has to be in pain then he at least gets to yell about it.

He debates just staying down. Maybe if he simply melts into the floor he won’t have to deal with the consequences of falling over and spilling his very large, very expensive, ‘treat for the week’ fancy drink down himself in public. His knee’s definitely bleeding, he can tell from the prickly pain, and also all the blood on it when he tried to look. Maybe if he just pretends it’s not happening it’ll be fine? No one can laugh at him if they think he’s seriously injured.

“Are you okay?” Asks Kravitz. Handsome, unobtainable Kravitz.

Because of course he does. Who else would witness Taako in a ridiculous moment if not Mr-Put-Together, Mr Casually-Wearing-A-Three-Piece-Suit-Every-Day-Of-His-Life, Mr Taako’s-Perfect-Man?

Taako plays dead. More time to think.

“Taako?” Kravitz sounds worried enough that Taako cracks an eye open.

Kravitz’s face is close, he kneels close by, hand out as if he wants to touch but isn’t sure if he’s allowed. Welcome to Taako’s world.

“Hey handsome, what’s a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?” Taako rests his head on his arm, casually, mysteriously, handsomely.

“I was just here to get a drink and… well.” Kravitz struggles to find a nice way to say ‘I saw your idiot self stack it and tip a bucket of coffee which was more milk and sugar syrup than anything else over yourself and that derailed my day a bit actually.’

“Well, as you can see, cha’boy’s all good, funky fresh, just, you know, hanging out.”

“You’re hanging out?” Kravitz asks, voice cracking slightly.

“Uh huh.” Taako doesn’t nod, it feels a little bit like his brain’s going at a different speed to the rest of him.

“Down here?”

“Yep, what part of this looks like it wasn’t on purpose?” What’s with this interrogation! It’s just plain rude not to believe his blatant lies.

“Taako, you’re bleeding.” Kravitz’s voice is so low, so soft, he’s close enough that Taako can smell his weird mix of old man cologne and bow resin and it shouldn’t be hot but it is every time.

If he’d known all he had to do to achieve this level of intimacy with Kravitz was lob himself on the ground he would have done it ages ago.

“‘Tis but a scratch, my man.”

“The source material doesn’t paint that quote as being the best defence here.” Kravitz is smiling now. Taako likes making him smile. Maybe he could do it more.

“Well Taako’s fairly sure all the important stuff is still attached. No need to worry”

Kravitz looks like he wants to test that theory. Taako’s willing to let him. He has some suggestions about which bits Kravitz should check on first.

“Hmm.” Kravitz sounds unconvinced of Taako’s okay-ness. “At least let me take a look at your knee.”

“Fine.” Taako says. He sighs dramatically, flawlessly feigns a huff.

“I mean, I won’t if you don’t want me to, I don’t want to touch you without permission or…”

Taako’s already rolling over. Stupid respectful idiot.

“There you go handsome, get an eyeful.”

Kravitz snorts, grabs a pair of latex gloves from his bag, and begins prodding.

“Does Taako even wanna know why you’re carting those gloves everywhere with you, kemosabe? Got a hot date? Or do you just look for men to prod in the street?” Taako realises a second too late the implication nestled in what he’s saying, but fuck it, he smiles through it and hopes Kravitz doesn’t mention anything.

“It could be both.” He says, absently, focused on making Taako’s knee hurt as much as possible apparently.

“It sure coul… Owfuck!”

“Hmm.” Kravitz frowns at his knee.

“Having fun there?” Taako tries not to squinch his face up too much as Kravitz prods again.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry Taako. I’m just trying to make sure the cut’s clean and the bleeding is stopping.”

“Uh huh. Remember it’s attached.”

“I should hope so… ah. Yes. Sorry, I’m not used to dealing with patients who can feel pain. Anyway, you look to be fine, I think it’ll close up soo…”

“Nope, no way, turn that horse around there my guy, why are you dealing with patients and why can’t they feel pain?”

“Because they’re dead.” Kravitz says, as if that’s a reassuring answer to the question.

“You have to tell me right now if you’re a serial killer.”

“I’m a doctor, Taako, I work in the mortuary.”

“Yeah, sure, that’s what they all say, if I had a gold piece for every time…”

“How many times have you heard that?” Kravitz interrupts.

“Look, cha’boy’d have one gold piece, but still.”

“Has Sloane didn’t mentioned my job then?”

“What do you think?”

“She didn’t?”

“She didn’t.”

“Shit. I mean, er…”

“Fuck?” Taako supplies, helpfully.

Kravitz laughs again, gold star to Taako.

“Fuck.” Kravitz affirms. “I thought this time she might have mentioned it as then it wouldn’t send you running because you were warned and armed.”

“Hey, bones, look!” Taako wiggles both of his arms. It’s feeble, he’s shaken, but it succeeds in making Kravitz laugh again. “I’m armed.”

“It certainly looks like it.” Kravitz drags his eyes appreciatively over Taako’s biceps and he feels a rush of gratitude replace the resentment towards Lup for making him do the ridiculous plank challenge with her.

“Cha’boy doesn’t exactly have a conventional job either. I don’t mind if you’re the grim reaper.”

“I don’t collect souls, Taako… only toes.” Kravitz can’t keep a straight face long enough to convince Taako of the lie.

“Uh huh. How about numbers, do you collect them?”

Kravitz smiles broadly. “I don’t know if I’m interested in a collection, but if the right one came my way I might be inclined to acquire it.”

“I hear 3 is a magic one.”

“Hmmm, no, I think I’m okay for 3.”

“42? Meaning of life, pretty spiffy if you ask Taako.”

“I’m all good on that front. Contractually I have to believe working is the meaning of life, otherwise the government can fire me.”

“You’re a hard one to please, Mr Reaper Man… how about, Taako’s number?”

“Now that’s a number I’d be very interested in acquiring.”

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Prompt

Whumpee stared up at the ceiling, hands weakly pressing down on the bleeding gash across their abdomen. Their chains rattled as they moved their foot to keep it from falling asleep.

They leaned their head back against the wall, closing their eyes for a moment. Whumper loved their little games and tests, like trying to see which tool got a better scream out of them. Depriving them of their senses, save for the touch of a knife. It wasn't about information anymore. Just pure pain.

Whumpee took the jagged edge of their cuffs and made another tally mark on the walls. They looked down, watching as their blood began to seep through their clothes and onto the floor.

They grimaced. There wouldn't be anymore tally marks. They felt a tear form in their eyes. They only wished they could say goodbye to Caretaker.

It was at this moment unconsciousness began to set in, Whumpee's blood forming a little river. Drip... Drip... Drip...

A loud bang stirred Whumpee slightly. They squinted as light streamed in for the first time in days. A blurry, tall figure came into view, a slender figure behind them, keeping watch.

"Whumpee?"

They frowned. They knew that voice. Caretaker? Could it be?

Whumpee closed their eyes for a moment, trying to focus just on the voice. "Whumpee...?"

They smiled weakly. "Took you long enough," they wheezed, managing to open their eyes again. God, they missed that face.

Caretaker's eyes lit up. They pulled the key ring from their coat, unlocking the shackles quickly. The chains clattered to the floor, the sound shrill in Whumpee's ears. They winced, hand sliding in their blood.

Caretaker looked down, watching the crimson pool. "Whumpee..." They couldn't meet their eyes, knowing it was their fault Whumpee was here. Not that Whumpee blamed them. They chose to follow Caretaker, to protect them. "Can you stand?" They finally asked.

Whumpee gritted their teeth as they struggled to slide their feet under them. They swore as their limbs refused to get them above a kneeling position. "God, this is pathetic," they muttered, hand pressing into their side. A low whine threatened to escape but they stopped themself.

"Promise you won't be mad at me?"

Whumpee frowned as Caretaker said this, only to see why. They scooped the much smaller Whumpee up into their arms, carrying them like it was nothing. A seemed to be struggling to suppress a snicker.

Normally, Whumpee would loathe this. But right now, Caretaker was warm and sturdy and safe, and Whumpee let themself drift off into unconsciousness once again, even as Caretaker begged them to stay awake.