#cw abscess

[rose-lily-hale]

not to be a country folk on main but.... when in doubt slap some raw potato on it!

i have and abscess on my stomach an very time my shorts move its hell. i've tried antibiotic ointment and drawing salve and acetaminophen and NOTHING

my bff was like oh just put some potato on in it!

and i'm like 🤔why didn't i think of that??? (but i'm so wrapped up in school work now i forgot the very existence and cold and hot compresses 👀)

anyway grated a potato up and as soon as the juices touched my skin it was sweet relief

(also helps on cuts and scrapes) :)

#highly recommend drawing salve from native american sellers or even amish sellers #it usually works wonders! #also just so everyone is clear i'm a firm believer in modern and herbal medicines #sometimes you need antibiotics/sometimes on a lot of the minor things you need to slap some herbs on it #BUT make sure you go to a practitioner who knows what they are doing! #also know the limits #we need both modern medicine and herbal medicine #also get vaccinated and vaccinate your kids! #end of tangent lol #what should i tag abscesses as? #cw abscess #cw injury #?

[commandercoriandersalamander]

we have to put her to sleep next week and I don't know how to cope with this

#cw pet death #her name is Linda. we've had her since I was sixteen. she's fifteen now. I love her so #so much #and she's old and has health problems and I knew this was coming but. not yet #I can't stop crying #and I don't know what to do #this is probably gonna be the last good picture of her #because the tooth abscess has reached her eye and she just fully looks like a horrifying zombie dog now #but on Tuesday they took her to the woods and she romped and had a great time #and then today my dad took her to the vet and her liver and kidneys are failing and her tooth infections are worse than we thought and she' #apparently in a lot of pain. even though she still seems like her good linda self.

[snarp]

*contemplating the injection site* man...

#medical cw #i had nightmares about abscesses and woke up and checked myself for them #there aren't any but i clearly moved around too much after stabbing myself with expensive chemicals #should have just kept coding

[knucklestheenchilada]

Hi it’s me I’m asking abt the radiation girls bc EVERY TIME I see that wristwatch factory post I’m so confused bc I don’t know what to google to get answers pls infodump on me

Beans you have no idea how happy this has made me, cw that I'm adding pictures that may be unsettling to some viewers also this is very long, like reaaaally long

TLWR: The Radium Girls died horrific deaths due to painting watches with radium paint and the corporation responsible tried to cover it up. This tragedy helped to form OSHA

Okay so! The Radium Girls (i wrote radiation in the tag by accident whoops) where factory workers who painted clock hands and instrument dials with radium luminescent paint around 1920. 100 years ago! Neat!

So, this was back when radium and by extension radiation had just been discovered. Back then radiation was thought to be able to cure cancer, it was in make-up, toothpaste, fancy spa water, even butter. Radioactive tonics were being sold as a miracle cure snake oil. It was even called Liquid Sunshine with espresso like effects. And what can radium do my dear Beans? (besides kill you) It can glow.

Radium luminescent paint made clocks readable in the dark, which was a big deal when digital clocks and non-toxic-glow-in-the-dark stickers didn't exist. In WW1 soldiers needed to be able to see their clocks for maneuvers that needed precise timing in the dark/in trenches without being spotted by the opposing side (at the time wrist watches were seen as a lady thing until the war)

One of the factories that made those watches opened in orange NJ in 1916 called the US Radium Corporation (USRC). They hired about 70 women, the recorded youngest 14, to paint watches for the military with the paint. It was actually considered a fancy job, as it paid three times as much as a regular factory job at the time and the women were listed as artists in their town’s directory. They soon were called radium girls and they were 5% of female workers in the US. An estimated 4000 workers were hired by corporations in the US and Canada between 1917 and 1926. Working in one of these factories was a big deal

Radium paint powder is super pretty and after work, the ladies would sprinkle it on themselves and dance in it. They would wear their favorite dresses to work so they could get some of the paint/powder on them so they could glow all the time. Because how cool is the dame that's shining like an emerald in the dancehall when no one else is? The radium dust, since its dust, was in the air itself - so these women were breathing it in constantly, sometimes they would rub it on their teeth as a joke and they would paint their nails with it so they could glow as well. They started getting called ghost girls because when they'd walk home in the dark, they'd be glowing like a ghost. When they would blow their noses the tissue would glow

How do you paint those tiny bits of watches that need to glow? With a very tiny paint brush Beans! The technique they were taught to get these teeny tiny numbers on wristwatches (which sometimes were only 3.5 centimeters wide) was called lip pointing. After painting each number the woman pit the tip of the paintbrush between their lips to make it a fine point. With every digit, the girl swallowed a little bit of radium.

The women started to experiencing side effects of unknowingly feeding themselves radium pretty quickly in the early 20’s, including: chronic exhaustion, tooth and jaw pains, and stillborn births. 22 year old Molly Magia had to quit her job at the radium factory because of the aching pain in her limbs that was so agonizing eventually she was unable to walk. She had been wrongly diagnosed with rheumatism and was prescribed just aspirin at first. Soon, she lost most of her teeth and in their place were agonizing ulcers would grow. The entirety of her lower jaw and the roof of her mouth and even some of the bones her ears were said to be one large abscess. Her entire lower jawbone had become so brittle that her doctor removed it by just lifting it out

Her jawbone was riddled with teeny holes and this is because the body treats radium as calcium substitute but instead of strengthening the bones like calcium, radium kills off the bone tissue. The women weren't yet aware of the culprit, of course, that's because the specialist who had begun to ‘help’ them was Dr. Frederick Flynn of Columbia University

After declaring there was unquestionably nothing wrong with them, he turned out not to be a licensed physician but a toxicologist working for the very radium factory that the women worked for the USRC and the man who was introduced as his colleague was actually a vice president of the Corp. The USRC also paid off local doctors and dentists to tell the women that they were sufferings from syphilis and eventually that was their cause of death, which was shameful to the family

When the girls started dying from their radium poisoning, the first was Maggie on September 12th, 1922. She was 24 (that’s my age). The cause of death was listed as syphilis. 18 year old Grace started to work as a dial painter on April 10th, 1917, just 4 days after the US joined WW1. By the time Maggie died, Grace was having trouble with her jaw and suffering pains in her feet and so were other workers

Their legs broke underneath them (literally), their spines collapsed, and soon more were dying. The USRC denied any responsibility for the deaths for almost two years but when their bottom line was threatened by the shrinking sales due to the rumors that were spreading about the dangers of radium in 1924, they commissioned an expert to look into the rumored link between the dial painting profession and the women's deaths

The independent study confirmed the link between the radium and the women's illnesses but instead of accepting the findings and making the changes that had been suggested, the USRC paid for new studies that published the opposite conclusion. They also lied to the Department of Labor which had begun investigating about the verdict of the original report. In 1925, a doctor named Harrison Martland developed tests that proved once and for all that radium had poisoned the women

Martlin discovered that when radium was used internally essentially honeycombed the woman's bones. In 1925, Grace’s spine was basically crushed and she had to wear a steel back brace. She decided to sue the USRC but she spent two years searching for a lawyer who was willing to help her. She said, ‘It is not for myself I care; I am thinking more of the hundreds of girls to whom this may serve as an example.’

Other women's legs were shortened and they spontaneously fractured, sometimes the moment a woman realized she even had radium poisoning was when she caught sight of herself in a mirror in the middle of the night. The radium had embedded itself in their bones and had caused them to glow from the inside out

By then doctor Martin had also found that the poisoning was fatal as there was no way to remove the radium from their bodies. Grace was finally able to find a lawyer named Raymond Berry who along with Grace and four fellow workers Catherine Schaub, Edna Hussman, Quinta McDonald, and Albina Latrice accepted their case in 1927. They were seeking $250,000 in damages which is about 3.4 million today.

The USRC wanted to delay the trial as much as possible with the hope that all the women in the case would die before the outcome would be reached, so they kept calling these long recesses for months and months

By the time that women finally appeared in court to testify in January of 1928, none of them were able to raise their arms to take the oath #

The case was finally settled in the woman's favor in 1928 and it became a milestone of occupational hazard law and raised the profile of rad poisoning just as Grace had wanted. By 1927, more than fifty women had died as a direct result of radium paint poisoning. Despite denials of any fault by the USRC after the lawsuit they and other factories that dealt with radium laced paint changed the working conditions. They banned the lip pointing and they gave them protection protective clothing to minimize exposure and after these simple changes were instituted (which actually had been suggested and ignored years before by that independent study)

More women rightly sued which the radium companies appealed several times but in 1939, the Supreme Court rejected the last appeal. The survivors received compensation and the death certificates of the women who’s had been put as syphilis were changed to radium poisoning

Maggie's body was disinterred. Her bones were glowing.

The Radium Girls case was one of the first in which an employer was made responsible for the health of the company's employees and it led to regulations that saved lives and ultimately to the establishment of OSHA. Before OSHA was set up, 14,000 people died on the job every year. Today it's just over 4500 (which is still a fucking lot). The women also left a legacy for science that's been termed invaluable as it revealed the dangers of radium, so thankfully people stopped using it

Marie SkłodowskaCurie's notes from the 1890s are still considered too dangerous to handle without protection due to the high levels of radioactivity and are stored in lead line boxes. She died of aplastic anemia in 1934 resulting from long term ionizing radiation exposure

[the radium girls: the dark story of America shining women by Kate Moore was the main source for this post, some name’s may have been spelt slightly wrong and for that Bee (that’s me) is sorry]

#long post #radiation #the radium girls #fallout #kinda #im okay with this one getting rebloged gang #some of this was also from mfm #i just wrote an essay please share it and be proud of me #thanks for asking beans xx #cw mutilation #asks for bee #history #babeeeee

[callistosystems]

Severe tooth decay, Call for help.

Over the past several years I've had to deal with steadily worsening tooth decay and tooth damage. I live and grew up in poverty and haven't had dental insurance for as long as I can remember, so I could never afford to get any of the problems fixed and they've piled up to the point where now I have no choice but to go for emergency dental work. The only thing that has stopped me up to this point was that I wasn't in pain. That's changed. Two of my more damaged teeth have become abscessed, and others are at risk. I'll go into more detail below but I would recommend avoiding that segment if you're squeamish about dental issues. I've been prescribed antibiotics and painkillers, and I'm going to have emergency dental work done. I'm looking at at least 3 pulled, more likely 4. I will stress: I DO NOT HAVE DENTAL INSURANCE. I will be forced to take this on as medical debt, while I'm unemployed and between concrete homes. I'm making the decision to ask for help if anyone is able to provide it. I'll be accepting donations to help put a dent in the bill, my paypal email is "[email protected]". Any amount helps, everything I receive will be used exclusively to reduce the bill I'll be forced to pay. If you have the time I would appreciate if you could reblog this to help get the word out. (CW: Tooth decay and Damage described in detail. Don't read past this point if that bothers you.) The full extent of the damage to my teeth is much more severe than a couple of infected ones, but for the most part it can be put off. Right now I'm worried about the ones that have broken or split open deeper than the enamel, exposing the inside of the tooth itself. I have three, possibly four teeth that are damaged to this extent. My upper right canine and upper right back molar are two of them. These two are the infected ones, and the ones causing me pain. My bottom back left molar is split open with half of the cap missing and the inside exposed, this one was broken by my wisdom tooth, both of which have fully grown in. It's probably at the greatest risk of infection out of the rest of my teeth. My upper back left molar is in a similar state, but not as damaged. Aside from those most of my front teeth are severely crooked and many of them have extreme enamel damage, one of them has lost it's entire front facing surface, and the inside of these teeth under the enamel has turned completely black. These will probably all either need to be pulled or require root canals for the ones I intend to keep, but that can wait just a bit longer until I'm in a better living situation. My upper canines, including the infected one, have been shunted up into and are sticking out of the front of my gums. Both are going to wind up being removed eventually, as well as my lower right canine which is severely decayed. My lower left is in decent shape and I'll probably be able to keep it. If there's any doubt or skepticism that this is as bad as it sounds, I would be more than happy to provide images if they're requested of me. I would ask that those stay private, I'm extremely self-conscious about this issue. TL;DR I need thousands of dollars worth of dental surgery. Some of it is severe enough to be threatening to my health or even life and I need help to pay for the medical bills.

#furry #protogen #moth #call for help #signal boost #medical bills #dental health #I don't really know what else to type here.

[scratchandplaster]

Markings

CW: recapture, gore, tattoo/skin removal, intimate Whumper, body modification

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The scalpel blade dug deep, making its way through the first thin layers of skin. The cut continued to grow, angled slices here and there let their whole body quiver, signed with memories of its past life. They hoped to never meet them again, to leave the ghost of their captor behind. Fate at other plans, clearly.

"Hideous, sweetheart. That doesn't suit you at all," the shadow behind them muttered, lost in thoughts and always careful to avoid any crucial areas.

Laying face down on the mattress, covered by plastic sheets to avoid any pesky stains, Whumpee knew that bleeding out on the spot would be the merciful option. Their host chose another, more tedious one.

Finishing with a quick slice, the blade emerged from the inked piece of flesh, accompanied by drops of blood now welling from the exit point. 

The numbing cream they were granted beforehand was an unexpected mercy, and they were thankful, truly, because in secret they knew Whumper to be far more resentful. The horrified expression that shadowed their reunion was proof enough. Before Whumpee was brought here, before they gave up fighting again and again.

Even though the tearing pain was hidden deep, the fizzy sensation of Whumper's gloved fingers against their skin still brought shivers up their neck. Not even thinking clearly, Whumpee pulled on their restraints again, tightly wrapped around the headboard, at least acting like there was any fight left in them.

To no avail, Whumper got a hold of the incision and with a quick pull the colorful mandala across the shoulder blade of their beloved just gave way.

Whumpee was glad they didn't have to look this time, but the nauseating tear of skin and tissue made their head spin nonetheless. They had seen the process before, thigh and forearms already covered with the stitches they got immediately after the procedure. Whumper made them watch, loudly complaining about the tattoos on their body.

How could you? I nearly didn't recognize you anymore... Was it Caretaker, did they force you to disfigure yourself like this?

They froze as the scalpel carved the first line, pleading and begging their captor to leave it be. Whumper was caught in a toxic mixture of joy and shock, not able to process how the sweet person who just slipped out of their reach was reunited with them. Changed but still, here at last and ready to learn from their mistakes.

The crow on their thigh was first to go, a beautiful composition with fine lines to cover up the scars they were given in the first place. Whumpee remembered the sting of the needle, the color shifting in the gun while their artist was so focused on the delicate sweeps of the plumage. It was the first one they got, Caretaker holding their hand every second of the way.

Now, the only color on them came from thousands of crimson pinpricks, left behind by the dead chunk of sweaty skin Whumper had tossed carelessly to the side. As they merged together into a never-ending stream of blood that trickled down their legs, Whumpee had once again begged for a break.

With the protective layer above now gone, the exposed tissue just a breath above the muscle twitched and burned in the most agonizing way. Like a deep itch just waiting to flare up and spread all over their remaining body, yet their pleas fell on deaf ears. They were left too drained, too exhausted from blood loss and anxiety. It didn't matter anymore.

Whumper knew better than to leave their most prized possession to writhe and cry in misery. Pinching the borders of already burning skin together, they carefully bridged the gash with thick strips of surgical tape, securing their work. They would be mindful to avoid building infections or abscesses, even though the thin bond between the weeping flesh threatened to rip with every breath.

All that was left were the tear tracks along Whumpee's cheeks and a bloody line where once had been a piece of art, a shared memory with Caretaker now forever undone by oh-so gentle hands stroking their back; cutting away the freedom they fought for not long ago.

Piece by piece, Whumpee felt themself dissolving.

The mandala was a tipsy thought born out of the special offer of a small shop, old and stuffy; but for ten dollars there was no room to complain.

Whumpee remembered that day at the pier so vividly, carefree bliss dulling the needles that pressed pigment into them. The swirled pattern didn't mean anything special to them, but it was still theirs; their choice to be made and to regret later.

"We'll be done soon, love," the voice above slithered between their thoughts, hot against their ear and already searching for the next patch of detested ink, "A fresh start for both of us."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterpost]

#whump #whumpblr #creative writing #whump community #whump drabble #recapture #gore #skin removal #intimate Whumper #body modification #tattoo removal #noncon body modification #stitches #medical whump #is this gore? i dont know its not very graphic

[acasualcrossfade]

Bug Bites and WebMD

Sicktember Day 16: Consulting WebMD

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

Words: 500 | Rating: T | CW: none

@sicktember

Summary: Steve is frustrated when Eddie, Robin, and Dustin start diagnosing his strange bug bite.

Find me on Ao3!

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“That does not look normal,” Dustin commented, peering at the large bump on Steve’s calf. “You sure that’s just a bug bite?”

The bump in question had started out the size of a bug bite, but had grown twice that overnight and turned a red-pink against Steve’s skin.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m probably just allergic to mosquitoes or something. I’ll be okay.”

“It says here that swelling isn’t a good sign,” Eddie added as he scrolled his phone. “Could possibly be an abscess. Robin’s grabbing a few things.”

“Might be time to stop browsing the web for answers, Dr. Munson,” Steve called back. “He’s been diagnosing me since we got back,” Steve explained, turning back to Dustin.

“Well, we should at least be measuring to track its size. Henderson is right, that’s not normal.”

“Eds,” Steve started, his patience dwindling. “We’re not measuring it.”

Steve was saved from any further explanation when Robin walked in, her hands full of bandages. “Okay, so I got gauze and also some gauze pads. You think that’ll help when we drain the abscess?”

Steve let out an exasperated breath. “Can everyone please stop freaking out? It’s just a bug bite from a hike.”

Robin looked at him innocently. “Okay, you say bug bite, but it could be a rabies reaction of some sort.”

Steve looked between the three of them. “I’m leaving this conversation.” 

He headed into the living room to sit down. His heart thumped in his chest. He hadn’t remembered to apply bug spray before the hike and he should’ve.

The thought made him break out in sweat, but Steve wasn’t sure if that was from anxiety or a sudden, oncoming fever.

“Thought I’d come check on you,” Eddie smiled, but it faltered when he caught Steve’s worried face. “Stevie, you okay?”

Steve reluctantly turned towards Eddie, pulling up his knees to his chest. From this angle, the bump on his leg looked more menacing than it had before. Steve poked it absently. 

“What if it’s not a bug bite?” Steve asked carefully.  

“Has it gotten worse?” 

Steve shook his head. “No, I mean, what if it’s something you found online? Like rabies?”

Eddie paused. “It’s probably not rabies, but searching online helps me to have all the possible options,” he explained.  “I just…it helps to know what to do if things get worse.”

“But things are already worse,” Steve grumbled. “You’re basically playing doctor with them and you know I hate doctors.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said softly. “I didn’t think about that.”

Steve was quiet for a moment. “Would you really help Robin drain it if it was an abscess? Cause that’s gross.” He pulled a face.

Eddie gently stroked Steve’s knee. “Course I would, Stevie. But I’d wear gloves, don’t worry. I don’t want to be that up close and personal with your pus."

Steve pulled a face. “Ew, don’t say pus.”

“Hey, you asked.” Eddie scooted closer. “But whatever happens, we’ll figure it out, okay?”

“Together?"

“Yeah, together.”

#sicktember2023 #sicktember 2023 #sicktember day 16 #Consulting the Internet/Web MD #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #acasualcrossfade writes #thunderously halo writes

[mr-craig]

CW: Surgery

In case you didn’t know, I’ve been bed-bound since the end of August due to an abscess and the healing process after surgery to remove it. (I couldn’t sit up for a while because of where the wound was. You get the idea. I won’t trouble you with any more detail than that.) I heal slowly and it’s been a long road, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I had made some halting attempts to sit in my wheelchair in previous months, but today (my birthday!) I finally managed to sit for two hours without inflicting too much pain on myself. I also had my first cup of tea in almost six months, because I haven’t felt comfortable trying to drink hot liquids in bed.

It’ll take time to get back to my old self, but this is definitely A Start. And I’m so blessed with love and support from people who care about me, I don’t know what I would’ve done without them. 💜

#it me #look at my effity jeffing face #ignore the mess of cables on my desk #that’s what happens when I’m not there to tidy up for six months

[marlasomething]

(my) Mag a Week: Body Points

Hello there!

   I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea by @a-mag-a-day which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened and...I  changed it to publish on Monday instead of the previous Sunday, but got busy so...delay. Sorry.

   For today I rolled Archivist!Sarah Baldwin (weird one there, uh) and Flesh!Statement (Eps. 25-30).

   As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

   Allons-y!

   CW: weirness, very mild body horror, bad attitudes towards body image, mild violence, murder

Also on AO3!

Statement of Jenna Goth, regarding the murder and partial eating of a remarkable number of individuals in the course of less than a year.

Recorded by Sarah Baldwin, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

 I know how this might look like, a letter coming from a mental institution, written by a teenager (I am still nineteen, after all) that has been in all public news after having killed and partially-eaten a few of her former classmates…

…not very reliable. However, I have heard about the kind of menaces you have to deal on a daily basis and, honestly, I trust you to trust me even more than myself. Plus, if it is of any consolation, the guard that will be taking my letter to you seem as sceptic as anyone can possibly be about you guys (you are a recurrent topic of conversation in here), so…there is that.

Sorry, I have never been much of a public speaker or, more accurately, I have never been much of a public speaker when I actually had something interesting to say or that wasn’t exactly what I wanted. When it comes to useless giving monologues as an evil cheerleader from a 80s film? There is no one (and I shall repeat no one ) that could get to my level.

 I was rather perfect back then, with the exact body and features that had been worshiped for the last decade or so, looking a bit too old for my age, so everybody could acknowledge my biological merits without any sort of guilt ruminating at the back of their minds.

I was the recipient of all someone on my age should ideally be.

I had friends, a nice comfortable social position and the most accurate British version of the “popular girl in high school life” proposed by the Americans, but without the unnecessary romantic drama (which could have been funny, as long as it doesn’t involve you personally).

It cost me, of course, I had to make sure that both my brain (no one want a good-for-nothing gal, I needed high enough marks without being too remarkable) and body were perfect, just as they should be. I had to be what I was supposed to. I had to reach that state of certain perfection.

After all, who would I be if I was left alone in the not-always-so-metaphorical darkness?

Then, it happened.

The pimple appeared.

 It wasn’t in a place that was actually visible; but in the upper part of my arm, completely covered by the uniform and, since it was winter, all the clothes I was going to be seen on outside high school.

Still, I knew it was there, and every time someone praised my porcelain skin I felt the gilt and same, the small sickly white over red protuberance itching within my arm. I had to make it disappear, at all costs.

I first tried cologne, it had worked previously and, obviously, all of my perfumes and similar products smelled beyond nice, so maybe I would even be more presentable. However, it did not only didn’t work, but practically burry my senses, almost as if I had fever, as if my body was… defending itself against me drying out a pimple?

It made no sense and, yet, I couldn’t think of a better explanation. So, since the painless method hadn’t worked out, I tried the grossest one: discard it from all its greasy and abscess mass manually. It worked out just about right; only that, the only thing that came out was…water, pristine water. I felt as someone voluntarily pushing a clown’s flower.

It had worked, though, so I just was glad of it and left the bathroom, choosing not to think about it ever again.

 The dimple came back, this time at the perfect length for it to be seen if I rolled up my sleeves ever so slightly and, what was even worse, I could feel the rush sensation where the previous one had been coming back.

I tried not to think about it, and wait patiently until they had disappeared, certain the itching would just go away and nobody would notice my body wasn’t as perfect as before. With a bit of luck, the itching would have gone down enough for me to finish all my school work without any interruptions.

I wasn’t that lucky and, in the recess, I run towards the bathroom, noticing how the pimples were somehow crawling on themselves, provoking the most unnerving of itching on all my skin and even, partially, the muscle on itself.

I rolled up the sleeve and, apart from the already partially visible very mundane pimple, there was an inform shape almost next to my shoulder. A bulging capsule of a very low-density liquid inside…

…this couldn’t be happening. I refused to believe it but, just when I was about to turn in self-denial, I spotted one of my classmates behind me.

You see, Clara had never been very good at anything, nor even sleep (she had insomnia) nor eating (she had constant indigestions). However, what she was, that was a very reliable; that and that she always worried about other people.

“That is not normal, you should see a doctor” she said, her voice far too sweet for my liking.

After seeing that I was not going to answer, she carried on.

“Look, I will call a teacher. With an arm like this” I took personal offence.

My arms were perfect, never a “like this”. Do they have a couple of pimples? Maybe! But…I was being what I had to be! It is not fair to be judged like that! Much less by a girl whose only actual remarkable physical quality was the skin of her arms…?

There, my brain froze in one and only one thought: Clara’s arms were what I wanted. What I needed, so my body could be whole once again.

I jumped towards her, catching her for surprise and making her head find the sink with a dry clank, followed by the loss of any light in her bright blue eyes.

I started chewing the skin and flesh that occupied the parallel spaces to where mines had been corrupted.

It felt like glory.

 I woke up the next morning to two completely gone pimples. Yes, it is true that Clara had always been a bit plump, so now my arm had two very specifics parts softer and wider than the rest of it; making the long-sleeve pyjamas look a bit funny on me. But I didn’t care, I got rid of the corruption and, last time I checked, we were in an era of accepting more body types, right?

So, as long as I still got accepted (better even, ever so slightly applauded), everything was fine.

 The pimples kept coming up, in different parts of my body; even those were they were never supposed to appear, such as my fingertips. Every time, there was someone unworthy of a long life to give me that part of my body that had been corrupted.

My nose passed from a tiny button to the big one but with personality of my aunt, I won the muscular left leg of a marathon runner that lived next door, the far too long middle finger of a girl from the class next door…still, they matched me more than the relentless pimples that came, and came, and came…

And, every time one came, people noticed more, giving me terrible looks, noticing what I already knew: I had stopped being useful, as my perfect body was far gone and, since I couldn’t focus in anything by my disgrace, my grades also started to go down.

I passed from being a very promising piece of society to a pile of useless disgusting biological waste.

I was desperate.

So I got sloppy and, hence, the police did what they had been trying to do with absolutely no result for more than half a year: they caught me.

Somehow, the doctors and other experts came to the conclusion that all my physical alterations were the cause of extreme self-inflicted plastic surgery I somehow learned how to do.

I cannot understand it, but I couldn’t understand my pimples either; and here we are…

…at least, apparently, I finally discovered how to stop them: I surrendered. Now, I get one once in a while, but it is gone within a few days and, hey, maybe there are not so bad after all…

…maybe they help me find my new place in the world. That is the only thing I am missing: a place in the world.

Alas, me writing to you: is there anywhere in your Archives a document that explain what people like me are meant to do?

If you find it, do please contact me. If not, I bet we both can waste our time better.

  Statement ends.

Well, I remember when this came to the press…God, I have never been gladder of not having gone on that trip to Edinburgh…think what would have happened having I’ve been there…Well, at least she knew what she was all the way out of the experience; that is much better than other statements we have in here.

I have just recently taken this position, after Georgina Barker recommended me when her partner, Jonathan Sims, refused since he knew what a workaholic he could become and how he was not going to go into that rabbit whole again….and, honestly, I get it.

I have always been drawn to the supernatural, but some of these statements make me question all reality on its totality.

If I am saying all this is because I would just cut part of the recording.

It isn’t as if there was anyone else listening, right? If there is: no, I am not sorry I smoked in my office every single day.

Recording ends.

#a mag a day #a mag a week #mag horror #statement #original statement #au #the magnus archives #fanfic #tma #magnuspod #sarah baldwin #original statement giver #fic #the flesh #mag

[camelliagwerm]

i have no idea if that writing prompts thing is an ask meme or not but i'd love to see what you would do with 26. fear (if it's not an ask meme, forgive my dumb of assness lmao)

My Strength and Comfort

Pair: Valerius x Camellia (Valmellia); Commander x Camellia Rating: T CWs and Tags: act 6 spoilers; canon compliant; true romance route; religion; alcohol; love confessions; hopeful ending. Words: 1923 Notes: for the prompt - fear; thank you so much Shania! This is my intepretation of a true romanced Camellia's final conversation at Threshold. Comments, reblogs, and kudos are very much appreciated as it helps me stay motivated to continue writing.

“What is the matter, dragă?” Nothing! she wants to say, wants to close off her emotions once more. It is easier; safer, gives her the option to walk away if her fear runs the risk of becoming a reality without him ever realising. But she’s tired. She is tired of hiding how she feels, tired of the fear paralysing her words, tired of fighting against her instincts. Surrendering has never sounded so sweet than it does in this moment, her hand in his, the two of them kneeling in front of his goddess’ shrine on the precipice where Sarkoris’ bones and the gaping abscess of the Worldwound meet.

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#fashionablyfyrdraaca #answered #*writing #*valmellia #pair: valerius x camellia #oc: valerius #camellia gwerm #camellia x commander

[hadeantaiga]

i hope your cat is doing alright!!

Hi, and thank you!

High Five is doing alright - we were at the ER on Monday for an abscess and followed up with her normal vet yesterday on Friday. She’s looking good this morning! Her healing isn’t going perfectly but that’s ok, I’ve got new meds to help her out. She’s unfortunately confined to my room with a cone on her head but she’s taking it like a champ.

CW: sick pet, wound description, medical care procedures

Monday morning I took my cat into the ER vet because she'd developed a large abscess on her behind. At the ER they drained an abscess and gave her an injectable antibiotic that would last up to 2 weeks, as well as oral pain meds I could give her. She had a very goopy butt and it was super gross for a few days; I did my best to keep it clean. On Wednesday/Thursday a scab formed and I hoped she was healing, but it was hard to tell. I had planned to take her in to her normal vet on Friday anyway, so we went on in for a follow up.

Her regular vet said the scab had unfortunately blocked some of the drainage, so the hole had gotten bigger, which is a normal thing that just sometimes happens - healing an abscess is hard! They pulled the scab off, rinsed the inside of the abscess out again, and shaved away more of her fur. Then they then gave me an ointment to put on it/in it that would help it heal by preventing it from scabbing over again, working as a topical antibiotic, and delivering some pain relief since she was very resistant to me giving her oral pain meds.

I learned some fun facts about wound healing too: healing a cut is called “first intention healing” because it heals from the outside-in, but healing an abscess is “second intention healing”, because it has to heal from the inside out.

So she’s home again and looking good! We’ll be heading back in next Friday to see how she’s doing. Hopefully she won't need surgery or stitches and with the help of the ointment she can heal this on her own.

#anon #anonymous #pet #pet illness #pet injury

[wardenswateringhole]

so now that don't have an IV in one arm and a blood pressure cuff on the other, im going to tell y'all how all this went down last night.

CW:

Needle Mention

Hospital mention

Story and update under the cut.

I finally was just in too much misery to go on and begged my s/o to take me somewhere for help. Bless him, he got off work and took me straight to urgent care.

After waiting at urgent care for 2 hours, they look me over. They start out saying that I would most likely need an antibiotic and all would be good.

Then they looked at my throat.

Apparently it was pretty bad beyond just pain. They had two separate people come on and look at my throat. Did not give me a choice, I was going to the ER. To try and at least make me more comfortable on the way they gave me two steroid shots.

At the hospital, they saw me quickly despite everything that happening. I was in a unit with a preterm labor and a heart attack victim. Later learned that I was at risk of my airway being cut off from how swollen everything was. They gave me a spit tube so I didn't have to continue swallowing my spit and irritating it all further.

I feel for these people that helped me. I am forever grateful. Not only were they patient through the fact I couldn't talk and typed everything on my tablet, I was not the most cooperative person when it came to them looking at my throat.

I tried to relax, I swear. But the moment the tongue depressor touched my tongue, my tongue chose violence. I had three people diving into my mouth trying to get pictures of my throat while my tongue was trying to fight them off like it was in a Bruce Lee movie. S/o was in a chair, holding my tablet so I didn't kick it across the room and telling me not to bite the doctors.

Pictures, and a CAT scan later. They give me my first dose of a antibiotic I was prescribed. They decided the pills were to large and I needed liquid form. The only liquid form they had was prefilled syringes reserved for small children. So my grown ass self was give 4 baby syringes of this medicine. I'm not complaining, it tasted way better than the pill does.

About maybe 10mins later, I get in a coughing fit. I feel a bubble pop in my throat and a gush of liquid. I just think it's phlegm so I swallow it, only to have a terrible taste waft up my throat and into my mouth. After this I begin to realize my throat if feeling better and begin to try to speak. My voice was gravelly but there with far less pain than before. Maybe another 20 mins later their resident practitioner comes in and lays it out:

They were going to numb up my throat as much as they could with spray then try to stick a needle into my throat to lance the abscess but despite the pictures and cat scan they couldn't determine where to do that since there was no visible "head" so to speak.

I told him what had happened, he looked over my throat, laughed and said "okay that solves that."

As he's leaving, I can hear the other staff going, "IT POPPED ON ITS OWN!?" Sure enough, I get more people coming in, looking me over, diving in my mouth to look at my throat. Turns out this is a common problem they get there but I was the first one who popped on it's own. I got cleaned up and released with instructions to after care not too long after. From what they could figure, the steroid shots from before I got there caused a thinning effect and the membrane was weak enough to pop eventually. Everyone was happy that no one had to hold me down and stick a needle into my mouth and throat.

As I lay typing this, I feel nearly 100% already. My throat only has mild discomfort now. I can speak and swallow perfectly. I have already been reminded that I should still rest despite feeling better lest I cause something else to go wrong. Lol.

Date with Warden Ingo will be taking another week off while I get myself back together. I'm also going to go ahead and do what I had planned for April fool's. Nothing too elaborate, just a really dumb idea I got while talking with cupcake.

Thanks for the well wishes! Looking back on it, it was an interesting experience, even if I was bored as balls for a majority of it.

#Wardenspeaks #Tw needle mention #Tw hospital mention

[wildbornsiren]

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I’m at my absolute breaking point.  Cw: medical issues, family death, money problems, displacement, general whining and bitching. 

I am safe.  This is also a fucking safe space for me to brain and trauma dump, because frankly I know two people on this website in meat space and only one of them I’ve met in person.  I’m at the end of my fucking rope. This year has been a test of how much can I fucking take, and the answer is not a whole lot more. 

January: I have to call EMS for my father because he can’t breathe. I can hear him literally dying as they’re wheeling him out of the house and let me tell you that is a sound that fucking sticks with you. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to unhear it. He has a major massive pulmonary embolism event. HIs lungs are chock full of clots, and we nearly lost him several times. He’s released from the hospital, but now is severely immunocompromised and has to change everything in his life. My best friends dad (i called him dad) died. He died at the same hospital three doors from where my dad was sleeping. I am still dealing wtih the guilt that my dad came home and theirs didn’t. Not that i want my dad dead. I can’t explain it. February: still dealing with the life changes that come with dad’s new medical issues, adjusting to having him home, getting myself registered as an at home care worker, managing his appointments and the like. My brother and sister buy a house and are in the process of moving in and needing help with that.  March: My brother and sister in law get covid. I’m sure something else happened I can’t fucking remember.  April: I think I had a health issue, but I’ve blocked it out. Yay trauma.  May: My parents let it drop that they were underwater on their mortgage. They were unable to tell my brother, sister in law or myself, so we couldn’t fucking help. The house fucking sells on the 27th, because apparently the bank could make more selling it (and with real estate in washington, i believe it but fuckssake) June: I spend the entire fucking month packing a house up that we’ve spent 20+ years in. I have no help, nothing. I pull my back to the point where I can’t even sleep sitting up, the dog is acting out because she’s panicking and I have no where to go.  July: Mom and dad move in with my brother and sister in law, I, with my dog land with a friend who is graciously allowing me to stay until I get my feet back under me. My parents get covid (which is a potential death sentence for my father--he’s fine and recovered now), My mother’s car gets broken into and her work bag is stolen (she works for the government btw), I have a double ear infection, cellulitis and an abscessed wound on my hip because I fucking excel at taking care of myself. I’m 99% sure I’ve got rona because I feel like fucking ass warmed over. AND THEN? TODAY? MY BROTHER CALLS ME AND TELLS ME MY UNCLE DIED.  I am at my literal breaking point. I don’t have anything in control, I can’t help anyone, and I’m fucking utterly useless. And I’m mocked openly by real life friends because I’m taking joy in a fucking movie, fucking fictional characters and writing fucking fic about them. 

#shelly rants #shelly will delete #pay no mind to the shelly

[creepypasta-archive]

Jeff The Killer: Rewritten

by Claudia

Just some rewrite i found on jtk.fandom.com, The heavily vandalized Jeff the killer dead wikia site.

CW// stabbing, bullying, blood, murder

Click below to read the original unedited story

THE CHILD OF THE MURDERED FAMILY MISSING

After a day of the murders happening, the police announce, the child of the murdered family being a 13 year-old boy, hasn't been seen after the incident. The police suspect the murderer kidnapped him. If you've seen the child the picture shows, please contact your local police department. ---- UNKNOWN MASS MURDERER STILL ON LOOSE

After three days of the triple murder of the family and two separate murders shocking the citizens, the killer has struck again. Police say the murderer attacked his victim at 1:30 AM, apparently near the victims' home, leaving his victim unharmed. However, the victim got a severe trauma from the incident, says the police, not willing to give any further information at this point. Details haven't been revealed yet, but the police tells the citizens to be careful and to not to go out alone at night. ---- TAPES OF THE VICTIM'S INTERROGATION LEAKED

After police announcing the murderer had failed at his newest attempt to kill, the interrogation tape has leaked to the public. However, the victim's speech was hard to understand, but our reporters made their best to type it all out. I - was sleeping. When I woke up -. It was dark -, and I took my phone to see what time it was -- The light - of my phone is bright. Then I saw - it. A dark figure stood in the shadows - I couldn't see any details, but I saw a reflection of light - *victim gasps* - Took me a moment to see - it was a knife --- *victim stays quiet* 'Ms Claudia? Please, continue. ' Yes - I'm sorry. When I saw it - I reached to turn the light on - *victim gasps, remains quiet* 'miss? I have to ask you to continue.' *victim remains quiet, breathes heavily* 'miss, this is important. What did you see?' *victim mutters, then sobs* I'm - I'm sorry. I - his face. - His skin looked odd and there was -a huge grin on his face. - Piercing eyes were huge, they looked at me but he - didn't see me. He was bald, wore - black and white. *victim gasps, continues sobbing* he reeked of death. *victim's voice gets muffled up* 'Excuse me, miss, could you speak up?' *victim remains quiet, breathes heavily* ---sorry - I'm sorry. *a soft sob, and victim continues* then, I could hear him speak. - Weird voice, that said - Go to sleep ' 'Go to sleep?' '...yes - I shrieked, - and he darted towards me - raised his knife. - I reached - with the desk lamp on my hand, I hit him. - Could hear him make a noise - as he fell - still trying to cut me with the knife. I - could see his face clearly for a moment - though the light was dim. 'Do you remember any details?' - He had... Cut his cheeks - I don't think he had eyelids. - Cuts on his face seemed - infected. He seemed like - some disease personified - the smell - parts of his face were - swollen - I think his cuts were making - his flesh abscessing - rotting. I - run off, quickly, to the - neighbor's house.

Police doesn't tell whether the taped interrogation is trustworthy, but recommends anyone, who's seen a person even slightly fitting the description, to contact the local police. ---- The days in the new neighborhood hadn't gone too well. Jeff himself had been feeling slightly sick, and he and his brother Liu had both been picked on by the local kids. Actually, they were both in the front of their foes right now.

"Listen here you little punk, give back my bro's wallet or else," Jeff growled, staring at the kid who had introduced himself as Randy.

"Oh? And what will you do?" Randy asked, smirking snarky.

The smirk disappeared quickly under Jeff's fist, and turned into a grimace as Jeff grabbed his wrist, twisted, and heard a crack. Jeff felt Randy's wrist bones breaking, but his expression didn't change. He just threw the kid off, ready to take out Randy's friends. One quick, smooth move, and Keith had a knife stabbed down to the bone of his arm, another smooth move forced Troy on his knees, trying to gasp for breath as his breakfast came out through his mouth and nose.

"Jeff, how'd you?" Liu whimpered, staring at his brother. Jeff just frowned, tilting his head to a direction. Their bus was coming, and without a word, the boys knew that they'd need to run, as they thought that'd be a way for them to avoid the consequences. They arrived soon to the school, both leaving to their own classes. Liu was scared, thinking of what his brother had done. He could still hear the crack Randy's wrist had made, and the cry that the boy let out. On the lunch break, Liu went out, took his shoes off and rubbed them on the ground. The image of Troy's puke splashing on his shoes had come into his mind to stay there, sharp and clear. Jeff, then again... he seemed calm. Happy, even. The sick feeling that he had had on the morning had disappeared.

He smiled by himself, feeling a weird mix of disgust and pleasure under his chest. Jeff was excited; hurting others like that... it was nasty, ill-spirited... but he liked it anyway. Maybe it was the disgust that made him enjoy it so. Every single detail his senses and mind had gathered during the fight... they made him feel good. The idea of that he felt good because he had defended his brother never crossed his mind. Jeff let out a soft giggle, and as if he had heard it, Liu shivered. Even at home, he told his parents It was a wonderful day, when they asked how his day was. Jeff was feeling calmer than for the whole time they'd been living in the house. The next day ruined it. Two policemen came to their house, telling Jeff's mother what had happened. Liu took the blame on his shoulders, and even though Jeff tried to tell the truth, the policemen took Liu away. Jeff cried, yelling at his brother to tell the cops the truth... for nothing. Now, Jeff was all alone his room, not willing to leave his loneliness. He felt how sorrow and guilt ate him from inside. He couldn't look at his parents. Knowing the truth, that he was the one in response of what happened, he suffered.

"Jeff, it's the day," his mother chirped, opening the curtains of Jeff's room.

"What, what's today?" Jeff mumbled the question, his throat still sore from crying and not talking.

"Why, it's Billy's party," his mother replied, leaving Jeff speechless for a second.

"Mom, you're joking, right? You don't expect me to go to some kid's party after..." Jeff growled under his speech. The policemen had taken Liu away just two days before, and his mother was expecting him to go to neighbor's kid's party.

"Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed", she said with a chirping voice and left Jeff alone. After a trouble with choosing suitable clothes, and having his parents to have few words with him, Jeff ended up wearing dress pants and a white hoodie. The three of them then went to Billy's house, and the mistress of the house shooed Jeff to go to the yard, to play with the other children. The kids were younger than him, but Jeff agreed to play with them; which he found to be a good thing. For a moment, he could forget his brother. Even if it was childish, Jeff enjoyed playing with the kids, and probably would've liked to play for a little longer than he could. It was a weird rolling noise that caught his attention, and before he had figured out what caused the noise, Jeff saw Randy and his friend with their skateboards.

"Hello, Jeff, is it? We have some unfinished business," Randy spat, staring at Jeff, his eyes flaming with anger.

"I think we're even. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC," Jeff replied, observing the boy and making a note of the kid's bruised nose in his mind.

"Oh no, I don't go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today," Randy growled, darting at Jeff, pushing him to the ground powerfully, even with one broken wrist. The screams of the kids alerted the adults, who now rushed to the yard, as Jeff and Randy tried to beat each other up, and stood quickly.

"No one interrupts or guts will fly!" one of Randy's friends shouted at adults, pulling out a gun, as the other one did the same. A piercing pain slashed into Jeff's shoulder at the same moment; Randy has stabbed him with a knife. Jeff screamed, fell down on his knees, and Randy let his shoes meet Jeff's face. Three strong kicks, fourth one coming. Jeff grabbed Randy's foot, twisted, and as Randy fell on ground Jeff stood up, just to be grabbed by Troy. The fight with one against three led the boys inside the house, Jeff fighting back at moments, trying to escape from the other boy's sharp kicks then. Now, coughing blood on the floor, Randy and his friend backed up for a moment. Jeff tried to stand up, his legs trembling. Randy snarled at him, grabbed a bottle of vodka, and smashed it over Jeff's head, and yelled at Jeff. Jeff grunted, gave it a new try; this time, he stood up properly. Randy let out an angry yell mixed with weird happiness, as he dashed towards Jeff. Just a second later, Randy was on the floor, Jeff on top of him.

A blink of an eye and Jeff was punching Randy's chest, adrenaline rushing in his veins. A punch after punch, cracking sounds, Randy making a weird noise and gasping for air. Randy's ribs breaking under the powerful punches, piercing his insides with their sharp edges and letting the blood in. Gasps, as Randy tries to breathe and scream. Jeff's mindless rage. Blood and alcohol dripping on Randy's dying body. Silence. Everyone staring at Jeff, shocked. Troy and Keith as the first ones to move pointed their guns at Jeff, him already running for his life. The boys chase after Jeff, to the upstairs, trying to drop him dead, missing on each shot. Sounds of fighting. The next thing the adults and the kids could see... Jeff, now the boy on fire, falling down the stairs. An image of... Keith with an odd smile on his face, saying something about alcohol, then throwing the lighter at Jeff. The flames, the pain...Jeff screamed. It hurt, it hurt so badly. Jeff tried to move, to open his eyes. He couldn't see anything, felt something tightly wrapped around him. A scared whimper and noises bear him. An unknown female voice said something, male voice agreed to what she said. Jeff let out a murmur, feeling then a soft touch, the male voice coming closer and speaking slowly. And Jeff could only listen, as the man told him what had happened.

"Honey, are you okay?" his mothers' voice.

Jeff felt relieved, after hours of hearing only the sounds of strangers. The doctor had told him that he had been kept in sleep for some time, so his burns would heal and Jeff wouldn't need to stay awake in huge pain. Jeff couldn't speak yet, though, so his mother continued her monologue:

"Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go. He'll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again."

Jeff shivered, trying to speak, unable to. His mother, however, could give a reply to his unasked question.

"The doctors saved the other boys' lives," she chirped. "There will be some consequences, though, but they won't take you from us just yet."

Jeff didn't quite know how to react to the news. Killing them would've been enough to make Jeff deserve to go to the jail, but just hurting them... No, that's not enough.

He started planning on an idea of how to kill the three before Jeff would be taken to the jail. During the next few weeks, different doctors, therapists, psychologists, and other folk like that visited Jeff daily. Also Jeff's parents' came to see Jeff frequently. Jeff could hide his other side from all of them. The side, that plotted on a revenge, which wanted to mutilate and murder the three kids. As he spoke with his doctors, Jeff could easily lie to them, pretending to be okay, when he was really thinking of ways to kill them too. When Jeff was alone, he smiled under the bandages that covered his face, counting all the possibilities in his mind. Soon came the day when Jeff was to be to let go home to wait for the trials.The doctor started removing the rest of the bandages and cloths that had been covering the injuries of his body, leaving the bandages to cover the most severe ones.

"Let's hope for the best," Jeff could hear the doctor saying, as he removed the cloth off Jeff's face. Jeff flinched as his mother let out a loud gasp when she saw his face; his dad and Liu remained quiet.

"What? What happened to my face?" Jeff groaned, stood up and limped to the small bathroom. What he saw in the mirror, was horrifying to him. His face has badly burned, and he was bald now. Jeff touched his face, looking then down at his hands and arms. The kid let out a whimper, glanced then at his family.

"Jeff, it's not that bad..." Liu mumbled, and Jeff rushed to reply "Not that bad? It's perfect!"

The voice that Jeff made was either shrieking or laughing, and his family stared at him, stunned for a moment.

"Uh... Jeff, are you okay?" Jeff heard the question, and burst out laughing. "Okay? I've never felt happier! Ha ha ha ha ha hahahahahaha, look at me! This face goes perfectly with me!" Jeff laughed, thinking about all his plans he had made while lying on the hospital bed. He wasn't normal. He shouldn't look normal. Jeff grinned, staring at the mirror and stroking his face, the word 'perfect' dancing in his mind. While Jeff was at it, looking at himself, his mother looked at the doctor, worrying deeply about his son's health.

"Doctor, is my son... alright, you know. In the head?" she asked quietly. She got an unsure reply from the doctor; he told her that Jeff had passed the tests, but suffered from traumas that caused him to act the way he did. He also mentioned the appointments Jeff was going to have with the doctors in the near future, adding that they'd soon send a letter about them to her.

"Oh thank you doctor", she smiled, stood up and walked to Jeff." Jeff, sweetie. It's time to go", she chirped to her son."Kay mommy. Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!" Jeff replied, with a huge grin on his face. His mother shivered, and walked her son to get his clothes. The same clothes he had worn back then, when the fight had happened. His clothes were cleaned and stitched together. Jeff's mother helped him to wear the clothes, and an odd feeling crawled up Jeff's spine.It had felt so good... beating Randy, crushing his bones, hearing him gasp and blow air from his lungs as he tried to scream. When Jeff thought Randy was actually going to die. Jeff frowned, growling at the thought of Randy and others still living. Late that night, Jeff had spent a long time in the bathroom after taking his painkillers, just staring at his own face and body, thinking about the death of the three. Drowning all the other thoughts of his under this murderous bloodlust, mindless need to crush his enemies’ bones and insides...

Oh no. Jeff stared at the mirror and stopped thinking for a moment. His thoughts, the plans should be kept secret, but how would he be able to do that with his new looks. He tried to smile. His face hurt, so he just whimpered softly, and frowned at his reflection. His looks revealed all his thoughts, he wondered by himself in his mind. Maybe even his family knew. His eyes widened, and he left the bath room, walked quickly into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Then he went back to the bathroom and placed the knife's edge on the side of his mouth.

Jeff's mother woke up at weird noises, left the bedroom, and quietly sneaked to the bathroom's door. She heard sobbing, and placed her hand on the handle. She listened for a moment before she opened the door, seeing Jeff and freezing to where she was. She tackled with her words as she stared at Jeff, who looked back at her, fresh cuts and burns on his face.

"Jeff, what are you doing?" his mother whimpered, falling on her knees. Jeff rubbed his face with his other hand, and his mother noticed the bloody knife on another of keep smiling mommy. It hurt after a while. Now, I can smile forever," Jeff replied with honesty. His mother was shaking, she stared in his eyes.

Jeff, your eyes!" she shrieked quietly.

"'I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face", Jeff replied, with his eternal smile, and eternally open eyes. His mind was wandering. He was sure his mother knew what he was thinking, but it wouldn't be ok to kill her without any proof of her being really against him. Then, he got it.

"What's wrong mommy? Aren't I beautiful? he asked.

"Yes son, yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face-" a shock made her voiceless. Jeff had thrust the knife through her stomach.

"Mommy, you lied", he murmured. Lying was bad. If she lied to him... she wasn't on his side. Jeff placed a gentle kiss on his mother's forehead. She cackled, and Jeff slashed her stomach open with the knife. Next, Jeff walked into his parents' bedroom. His dad was still asleep, and he didn't wake up even when Jeff crawled next to him. Now, what would be his reason for killing his father? Jeff tried to think for a while, and chuckled then. Why would he need a reason, actually? No-one would never know. So, he just thrust the knife in his dad's stomach, causing him to wake up and yell in pain, and gutted him. Then Jeff stabbed his neck and left the room, listening to his father making weird noises as he moaned in pain and drowned in blood.

Liu had woken at his dad's scream. Jeff rushed into the dark room, and to his brother, who didn't quite understand what was happening. When he smelt the blood on his brother, Liu's eyes widened, just as Jeff's hand grabbed his neck. Liu whimpered, kicked and squirmed, as Jeff leaned closer and raised the knife. Blood from the knife and Jeff's face dripped on Liu's face and in his mouth as he screamed for help. Jeff just stared at his dear brother for a moment, with his piercing, huge eyes, and with the smile on his face.

"Shhhhhhh", he said, "Just go to sleep."

Jeff was all alone. He had become so weak, and it hurt everywhere. Opening his mouth made his whole face feel like it was burning. He couldn't see anything. He was so hungry. Starving. The infected cuts and scars leaked with dirty fluids. His body, his clothes were dirty, smelt awful. Jeff disgusted himself. Leaning against a cold stone wall, he sobbed softly, trying to take a better grip of his knife. He whimpered as the knife fell to the ground, and he himself fell down on his knees. He couldn't do anything anymore. He hadn't found Randy, Troy or Keith, and now it was too late. On the next morning, his body would be found from the spot where he was resting now. ---- ANOTHER MURDERER RAMPAGING IN THE CITY The Police informed locals earlier about the discovered corpse that was said to belong to the murderer. Even though the murderer was announced to be dead, a similar murder happened last night approximately at 2:00 AM. More information about the corpse or the incident hasn’t been revealed yet. The police are left clueless, and once again they ask the locals to be extremely careful when they're at late hours spending shit.

Written by:Claudia

Thx for reading

#jeff the killer #creepypasta #fanfiction #horror #jtk #story

[art-morelike-fart]

More Flipside lore including dialogue snippets and questions for my future self// (CW long ass post)

Plot info-

The point when Euphorbia leaves to discover herself- this tears Abscess apart. She at first feels like Euphorbia is being selfish and doednt understand what shes doing. Abscess reflects and she then feels selfish for wanting Euphorbia to stay so much. This leads to Abscess being reckless on her own- she visits Avis and wants to quit working for her. Avis tortures her to reveal where Euphorbia is, but Abscess doesnt know. The fact that she does not know also upsets her personally given how close they are.

Abscess makes her escape. With Crescence in the Inbetween, Euphorbia gone, and severed ties with Avis, Abscess decides to go to the overworld in hopes she can find purpose there. She goes through the mirror to discover the overworld has been destroyed- it's a vast expanse of emptiness and mist. I'm thinking either she runs back to the Flipside to find Cinder, or Abscess gets stuck there.

Also more ideas on Crescence's death- it takes place in a big confrontation of all mcs. Abscess, Euphorbia, Cinder and Crescence are all facing off Avis. Crescence is enraged and lets it get the best of her- she is too aggressive with Avis and genuinely terrifies them- Avis has never seen this side of Crescence before. In her rage, Crescence begins to transform. The others try to drop Crescence from going to far, but Avis takes this moment to kill her.

Also back to Abscess chatacter development- surrounded by Euphorbia, Cinder, Crescence and Avis, her confidence that she had always been known to have starts to crumble. All of them seem to be "special" in some way. This is a big factor in her reckless behaviour because she feels like she is disposable- furthermore, sacrificing herself can be what she does that finally makes her worth something. This is also what worsens her co-dependency on Euphorbia.

Questions for future me to figure out bc god this is hard

How many other giants are there??

What happened to the previous holder of the cat giant??? Why did avis have to make Euphorbia for it??

bestie figure out your timeline. why is Abscess helping Avis after Crescence is dead. what.

How is Avis tracking down the other giants and getting them to do their bidding??

Where does Euphorbia go on her self discovery journey??

How does Euphorbia discover shes a lil quirky and different???

How is Euphorbia found?

How do Crescence and Avis meet?

How EXACTLY does Avis die saving Crescence??

also nts make that silly viking oc and the goth girly. also design some magic artifacts bitch stop just drawing people. expand a little.

Dialgue snippets

Abscess line at some point -- As awful as it sounds, I just want someone to tell me im special. And you're the only person that can make me feel like I've always been begging the world to let me feel.

Euphorbia probably- i feel like i'm playing someone's sick, bored game.

#flipside