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lynxgriffin · 4 months

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Eldritchrune - A Visit to Seam's Seap

Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Sometime after recruiting Berdly, the Fun Gang encounter Seam once again. Seam offers Kris some advice about the future, but nothing comes for free!

#lynx art #Eldritchrune #deltarune au #cw: needles #cw: memory loss #kris #ralsei #susie #noelle #berdly #seam #seam was simultaneously fun to draw and giant pain in the butt #what else has Kris given as payment? That's secret for now!

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sparklemaia · 2 years

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Officially 3 months on T, have a comic about it

#gender #lgbtq #queer #nonbinary #non-binary #transmasc #hrt #transition stories #trans #disasters and other genders #egg #testosterone #comics #personal #autobio #journal comic #dragon #cw: needles

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lxvvie · 5 months

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How would the MW2 guys react to their baby getting their vaccines ? (I just went with my sister to have my newborn niece get hers and my sister and I cried not gonna lie 😢)

I'd cry, too, anon, but regarding your faves:

content warning: needles/shots

Price would keep a stiff upper lip about it all; he's the dad who talks his baby through the process to keep them distracted even though he's dreading the moment.

Gaz actually had to talk himself through the process of watching his baby get their shots. He used to think falling out of a helicopter was the worst fucking thing to ever happen to him but watching his baby cry and he's helpless to stop it? Nothing will ever compare to that. To his surprise, the baby only whined afterward. That was the first shot, though.

Soap would rather it not happen. Like... at all. He's the papa who's going through some shit days and weeks before the appointment even happens. The one who also looks for remedies to ease the baby's pain. Also suggests administering the shots while the baby is asleep so they won't be in pain. To no one's surprise, his little bundle of joy is wailing and Soap's there to take the pain away as best he can. Doesn't even let his baby out of his arms for the rest of the day it seems like.

Ghost took it like a champ. His kid did, too... or at least he thought they did. Turns out it was a delayed reaction and his baby experiences a betrayal that man (and baby) was never meant to know.

Rudy is the one who actually does cry but he'll never admit it. Those sniffles weren't because of your allergies, Rodolfo.

This is perhaps one of the few times Alejandro looks heartbroken and feels absolutely helpless. He quickly gathers his baby up and holds them close. And then he hears that telltale wet fart.

Alex soldiered through, more than he thought he would, but later on admits that was the worst fucking pain he's ever experienced.

Roach is just an absolute mess during the entire thing. A hot mess express.

So, too, is Keegan. His nerves are shot to absolute hell and he's sure that if it wasn't for his baby, he would've fainted.

König had been preparing himself but the baby did nothing. Like... at all. Was really a calm cucumber throughout the entire thing which was interesting because his little one is usually on the fussy side. Oh. Okay, then.

Graves actually talked and serenaded his baby while getting vaccinated, so much so that the baby wasn't even aware they got shots at all. "Good soldier, buddy!"

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winter-mornings · 7 months

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No Way Out

#qsmp fanart #baghera jones #qsmp baghera #baghera fanart #baghera lore #qsmp #cucurucho #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp federation #qsmp lore #cucurucho fanart #cw: needles #cw: blood #cw: human experimentation #cw: torture #???#im not sure about that last one but better safe than sorry!#my art #original art

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starmilkman · 11 months

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happy pride month i think these two deserve a life sentence

#soul eater #spiritstein #spirit albarn #franken stein #se #anime fanart #pride month #pride art #pride #transgender #cw: needles #barbie meme #barbie mugshot redraw #meme #gay men #t shot #hrt

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fcthots · 7 months

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hear me out.. tattoo artist! jason

Ok think Jason w tattoos is UDHFH STEP ON ME. AND TATTOO ARTIST JASON? EVERYTHING. but I have such a fear of needles that this is the only way I could do this one. I will return to it later if I become any less of a a coward.

Also this somehow turned into a full fic, don’t ask me how. I just looked down and there were words typed in the post. I don’t know what possessed me. And before I forget: it’s not really relevant so far if the bats are still bats in this AU, but the batfamily is still at the very least, a family.

Jason works at a tattoo parlor and that’s where you two meet. It’s love at first, well, first day? Anyway, you come in wanting to get your ears pierced. You know you’re scared going into it so you call ahead and ask for the nicest, most gentle, and most patient person there and you book a stupidly long appointment with him so you have time to have a panic attack and freak tf out.

You were not expecting Jason to be over 6 feet tall and be the most menacing person you’ve ever seen (and you saw batman one time!!). You also weren’t expecting him to be so stupidly fucking attractive. You sit down where he gestures for you to, and hug your arms close to yourself. He gets everything ready while you start trying to control your breathing. You can see Jason continuously turning to look at you out of the corner of your eye as you fidget with your ears wondering how bad this is gonna hurt.

“You okay?” You look up at him. He’s staring at you with concern in his eyes. Ok, so maybe you weren’t as good at controlling your breathing as you thought, but you still needed to respond.

“Mhm.” Your words were sort of failing you right now so that would have to do. You attempt to keep your tears in.

“You ready?” You look down and see the needle in his hands. Absolutely the fuck not. Your breathing gets worse, your tears are starting to make it out of their prison, and you are about to have a panic attack.

“No.” It comes out too fast. You shake your head wildly to make sure you get the message across.

He immediately puts down the needle and shows you his open hands. “Can I sit?” You bring your knees to your chest and nod before you hide your face. “You’re scared of needles?” He sits next to you, keeping a respectful distance.

“Phobia,” you mumble as you slightly lift up your head. You see the equipment on the table and you attempt to cover up the way your heart spikes. Jason follows your gaze. He gets up and puts a clean towel over the needles before he sits back down.

You were very clearly crying now despite trying not to. Your adrenaline was kicking in.

He held out his hand. “Do you wanna hold my hand?”

You jerked. “Do you mean like while you stick me with the needle? Because I’m not ready. I’ll be ready soon. I swear I’ll try and get myself together, I just need a minute-”

“We’re not piercing your ears right now. You can hold it then too if you would like, but I was asking if holding my hand would help you right now. We have all the time in the world for the needles later. I just wanna help you through this for now.”

You grab his hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry for all this. I don’t mean to make your job harder. Also I might be here for a long time. I’ll try not to, but I’m scared.”

“Don’t be sorry and don’t worry about me. Let’s help you right now. I can be content here all day. You’re just helping me slack off.”

You smile and wipe your tears with your free hand.

You sit in silence for about 5 or so minutes before Jason pipes up. “So why are you getting your ears pierced if you’re scared of needles?”

“People keep telling me I need to. Also I have a friend’s wedding coming up and I was told my dress needed to have earrings.” His hand is warm and huge. You really don’t want to let go.

“But if it’s causing you this much stress, who cares about earrings?”

“Most other people apparently.”

“That’s fuckin stupid.”

You laugh and finally meet his eyes.

He starts talking again. “Well what about clip-on earrings?”

“They don’t really make those much anymore. Super hard to find.” Jason looks thoughtful at that.

“Didn’t you book out the rest of my day?”

“…yeah sor-”

“Respectfully, don’t finish that sentence. My brothers ex-girlfriend makes jewelry, and I know for a fact that she makes clip-ons and fake piercings. Steph, her name is Steph by the way, used to make them for my brother before he moved in with us and was able to get them pierced. I’m 99% sure she’s home right now.”

You feel a huge weight lifted off your chest. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. How did you get here?”

“I walked from my apartment. It’s not all that far.”

“Alright well, if you’re comfortable with it, we can take my bike to go see if she can make you some if you want to go now. It’s not a walkable distance really. And don’t feel pressured to-”

“Let’s go.”

“What?”

“Let’s go. Anything to not jam a needle into my ears.”

Jason leads you by the hand to his bike and takes you back to Wayne manor. There are so many people there that barely question why you’re there. Jason walks off to go find Steph and you get nervous until a dog approaches you. A child follows shortly after.

“Titus can tell that you are upset. He is trained to help with such things.”

Jason comes back to find you with Steph in tow only to see the dog literally laying on top of you while you discuss animals with Damian.

What a weird ass fucking day, but a good one.

Part two

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moodysullie · 10 months

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I support women's wrongs.

#secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers #spoilers #mcugifs #olivia colman #sonya falsworth #my gifs #secret invasion gif #sonya falsworth gif #mcu #tw: needles #cw: needles

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drill-teeth-art · 6 months

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His ass is giggling.

#little shop of horrors #lsoh #lsoh fanart #orin lsoh #orin scrivello #cw: needles

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wildgeese98 · 2 months

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Me? Oh I'm fine, just thinking about how many needles you would need to stab a person with for them to bleed out. Even with big, long needles, to cause enough damage that they're in danger of dying? Yikes.

#tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp needles #cw: needles

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rapid-artwork · 6 months

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Honestly I make these memes just for myself at this point.

The new demo of my Horror visual novel is almost done. I wanted to have it done by Halloween but life happened.

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redd956 · 2 years

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More Hospital/Medical Whump Prompts

Had to get more shots and I'll have to get my blood drawn again 😢 😭

Someone kill me/j

CW: Needles, Drugs

A Whumpee scared of the hospital feels betrayed after Caretaker needed to take them there on desperate measures. Now Whumpee won’t speak or even in Caretaker’s direction

Whumpee thought they were secure in the hospital. Doctors would come in and out of there room. One of the doctors pauses before Whumpee, with smiling eyes. They pull their face mask down to reveal they are Whumper.

Whumper was a medical personnel. Whumpee refuses to believe that they cannot possibly be amongst the cast of any hospital.

Caretaker runs an incredibly shabby makeshift clinic (possibly for magic creatures, escaped pet whumpees, people frowned upon by Caretaker’s society) Today they meet one worse than the others, they meet Whumpee.

A panicked violent Whumpee slowing losing the fighting spirit in them, becoming calmer and calmer, until their eyelids flitter close. Caretaker/Whumpee sighs of relief, as the drag the needle out of Whumpee’s skin.

A whumpee afraid of needles/being drugged watching an IV’s contents enter their body, growing frightful with each passing moment.

Again the escape artist, but this time Whumper and Caretaker are both doctors/in charge of Whumpee’s health.

A panicked escape artist turns out to be the local Villain, confessing underneath the influence of medicinal drugs.

Whumpee makes a friendly alliance with another hospitalized Whumpee

#whump #whump prompts #whump prompt #medical whump #hospital whump #iatraphobia #cw: needles #cw: drugs #drug whump #villain whump #caretaker #whumper #whumpee #doctor whumper #doctor whump #drugging whump #needle whump

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toburnup · 2 years

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3 minute fic: bruise

well, this ended up being the prompt i used for a 20 minute writing sprint, so heeereee you go, friend 🥰 (yes i know this is from AGES ago but better late than never)

A bruise on the inner thigh. That’s all it is. But Eddie can’t stop staring at it, for some reason. They're in gym class and Steve is sitting, legs crossed, on the gym floor, stretching his legs and his shorts have ridden up enough that Eddie can see the light purple mark peeking through.

He’s so curious about it he feels like he’s going a little crazy.

Did Steve walk into something? Did some girl press her thumb into the spot a little too hard, make him flinch from the pain? Or did Steve somehow give it to himself, press a finger to the spot until the bruise formed.

Eddie can’t stop looking at it. Feels like the bruise is imprinted on his eyes. He finally tears his eyes away and sees Steve looking at him, saw where his eyes were. Eddie knows his ears are turning red and he slowly turns away, tries not to move too quick because that shows guilt, and he doesn’t have anything to be guilty about. It’s a bruise. It’s Steve’s leg. That's it.

Why can’t he look?

Months later, he sees another bruise on the side of Steve’s neck. This one is a little more obvious to pinpoint the origin of - it’s a hickey, so that means the girl had her lips pressed to the soft skin, nose brushing the cute little hairs at the back of his neck. Pink tongue pressed to the skin, biting down. Eddie wonders if Steve swears under his breath when that happens, or if he grunts low like it doesn’t really bother him. Or maybe he doesn’t make a sound at all. Maybe he just grabs her thighs and pulls her against him, ignores her sucking on his neck.

Usually, people seem to be a little self conscious of hickeys. Eddie doesn’t know, he’s never had one, but he’s seen people wearing light scarves in the middle of summer, he’s seen makeup carefully applied overtop. He’s seen popped collars. But Steve wears his shirt like normal, doesn’t seem to be aware of the evidence sitting on his neck. Or if he is, he doesn't care. Eddie sits behind him in class, can’t stop staring.

He wonders what it would be like to suck on Steve Harrington’s skin. If his cologne would smell better at that distance, or if it would be cloying and bitter on his tongue.

Steve turns, catches Eddie looking. Like he knew Eddie’s eyes were digging into the back of his neck, pressing their own mark into his soft skin.

Eddie looks away, looks at the paper on his desk, pretends he doesn’t see Steve at all.

In the Upside Down, Steve is covered in bruises. All over. Eddie has some matching ones as well, but it’s nothing like Steve’s. Knees bruised from being pulled along the ground, arms covered. Elbows, shoulders. Mottled and dark. Eddie wonders if he's always bruised so easily. Can't stop staring at the one on his chin.

In the hospital, Eddie looks down at his arms. He has bruises but they don’t match Steve's anymore. They’re small rings of purple and green skin, bruising around needles that are inserted into his veins. Needles with painkillers, and more. More things that Eddie can never remember the name of, just knows that it's the good stuff.

The bruising around his mouth is finally disappearing, the bruising from the tube that was down his throat when he wasn’t awake enough to feed himself, couldn’t quite breathe on his own.

Steve is sitting beside his hospital bed, hand draped over the side. His bruises have mostly faded, and that’s how Eddie knows just how much time has passed. Steve smiles, small, when he sees Eddie is awake and Eddie feels the betrayal of the heart monitor machine as it picks up, the telltale beeps getting closer and closer together.

“Someone’s finally awake.”

“I’ve been awake for a while.” Eddie mutters, tries to sit up. Steve half-stands like he’s going to help but Eddie just gets up on his own, breathes heavy when he leans back.

“Ow.”

“Yeah, ow.” Steve laughs, and his fingers brush against Eddie’s wrist that’s trapped against the bed. His arm doesn’t want to work anymore, the nerves apparently too damaged to do much else other than rest right now.

Maybe it’s Eddie’s heart that’s a little bruised. That’s the only explanation he has for the pain he feels when Steve leaves after a few minutes, says he’s sorry that he has to go so soon. Eddie smiles, feels weak as he does it, says Bye softly to Steve’s back as he leaves the room. Then he closes his eyes and feels the familiar dripdripdrip back into his veins, falls into a weird sleep where Steve is covered head to toe in bruises and Eddie has a cloth, washes his skin, washes all the bruises away.

Months later, Eddie falls in physical therapy. He’s trying to train his legs to do the things they were so good at before - walking, running. He can manage several shaky steps before he has to cling onto the railing, but on this one day, he misses and his therapist barely catches him in time, arm bumping painfully against the railing.

“Shit.” Eddie wants to cry, wants to feel like he’s getting better but he doesn’t know how to do that here, has never had to do this before. Feels so frustrated with himself that he may as well be one giant bruise.

The bruise by his elbow forms quickly. His skin is pale, he never goes outside anymore, and the purple is harsh against it.

Steve who visits, brings Eddie lunch, points it out. “You okay?”

“I fell the other day.” Eddie says, pulls his sandwich toward himself with his other hand. “It’s not a big deal, just a little mishap during therapy.”

“Jeez.” Steve chews, swallows. “That sounds painful.”

“Little bit.”

He’s used to it, Eddie thinks. He’s used to not getting things quite right.

When he’s back home, Steve visits. Eddie is glad, was a little worried he’d never see Steve again once he was out of the hospital. Wasn’t quite sure if Steve was visiting out of a sense of obligation or if he wanted to see Eddie, see him for real.

Steve shows up and immediately picks up Eddie’s hand, sees the small oval bruise on his wrist. “What happened?”

Eddie knows Steve is worried about Eddie doing something stupid, about Eddie picking up a needle. He wants to explain to Steve that that’s not what the hell track marks look like, that those would be up on the soft part of his arm.

“From my guitar. The neck.” Eddie gestures with his hands, how he holds his guitar. “It’s been a while, I forgot that it hurts like hell.”

“Oh.” Steve doesn’t drop his hand, just holds his wrist up closer to his face like he’s inspecting it. “Good. I thought - never mind.”

“I’m fine, Steve.” Eddie says, tries not to let the frustration seep through. And Steve knows it because Steve sort of knows him best now. And maybe he sees the Eddie is feeling uncomfortable in his own skin, tender and unsure. Because Steve slowly raises his hand up to his mouth, presses his lips to the bruise on the inside of his wrist. Makes Eddie’s breath catch as he watches, feels Steve’s breath float across the sensitive skin.

“What’re you doing?” Eddie whispers, but Steve’s eyes are closed and he’s just holding Eddie’s wrist to his mouth. Pulls it away, just to press it to the skin again, slightly higher up. Kisses, so softly, makes Eddie wonder how his heart can still possibly be so bruised when the rest of him has managed to heal. For the most part.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Steve says, and Eddie can feel the words against his skin. “Every day, I think about it. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” Eddie says quietly, and when he pulls his wrist back toward himself, Steve doesn’t let go. Lets it be the link between them, uses it to pull himself close. Eddie’s on the couch and Steve puts all his weight on his arm, braces himself against the cushions. Slowly presses his lips to Eddie’s cheek, and then his lips.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Steve says again, like he can’t quite believe it, and then his hand is cradling Eddie’s head and he’s leaning in, kissing him again. Doesn’t bruise him at all, holds him so gently that Eddie thinks he could heal a little faster, heal bit by bit, just like this.

#such a good prompt #this ended up being a lot softer than my usual stuff but like. this was good for me. i like it. THANK YOU for the great prompt #steddie #steddie fanfiction #vio writes #at 1440 ish words this is my longest sprint so far so ty for that as well #kostaskostaskostas #cw: needles #cw: addiction mention #cw: painkillers

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glimmeringtwilight · 2 years

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I kindly ask for any loose Dottore hc’s you have running around in your head 😔🤲

Oh definitely! Forgive the formatting I'm too lazy to move this to gdocs lol

Cw: needles, drugging, biting, unhealthy relationships, medical malpractice, doctor/patient relationships

Dottore likes to bite-- that's a given, but it's troublesome when he does it to you after a shot, dragging teeth over the sore patch of skin and lapping up the beads of blood that well up.

It's terribly unsanitary, especially after all the care he takes to sanitize the area, but he seems unconcerned about the threat of infection. It's nothing he can't easily treat, anyway.

For all his sadistic tendencies, you're usually incredibly healthy. You can't remember the last time you were sick-- not as a result of Dottore's "medicine," that is.

Of course, you can never tell when Dottore's giving you actual medicine, or when he's decided to give you something different. His smile is always the same as he flicks any air bubbles from the syringe; always the same mocking warning of "this might pinch a little." If you didn't have a fear of needles before, you do now.

Depending on how well behaved you are, he's... tolerable. "Well behaved," of course, means no getting skittish and trying to run or squirm away whenever he administers a shot. He doesn't mind if you're afraid of him, but he prefers fawn or freeze responses to fight or flight. He'll try to coax you into responding the "correct" way to fear, but, failing that, he has plenty of sedatives at his disposal.

You learn pretty quickly that sedation isn't a mercy. Oftentimes, it just means you're paralyzed while he does whatever he pleases to you-- whereas when you're good, he'll check up on you; ask how you're feeling, if it hurts, etc. If you've been good, sometimes he'll take pity on you and stop. Sometimes he'll give you anaesthetics or painkillers.

He also does that thing that doctors do, where they completely lie about the level of pain you'll experience. Sometimes "just a pinch" is truly just a pinch, sometimes it's a burning, white-hot agony.

If we want to get into modern au.... I think modern au Dottore would like you sickly. He'd prescribe you something to keep you frail and weak and sick, just enough to keep you reliant on him until he can convince you to try in-home care-- so that when you have another flare-up, you can be treated in the comfort of your own home.

What he neglects to tell you, of course, is that once you invite him in he intends to stay. Your sickness worsens tenfold with him there, rendering you bedridden, and you realize-- too little too late-- that maybe you were never sick to begin with.

He'll maintain the façade of doctor and patient even as he changes the locks in your own home, confiscating your phone and locking up anything that can be used as a weapon. You sometimes hear your neighbors at the door, talking to him, and you wish you could scream-- tell them what's happening, beg for help, anything to put an end to this nightmare--

You know better, of course. You made that mistake once, and what followed was silence, then the tell-tale sound of dead weight hitting the floor. He'd come into the room with a smile, dragging your semi-conscious neighbor by the feet behind him, and explained that he's lucky he had the foresight to keep tranquilizers on him at all times.

He'd made you watch, that time. You learned not to scream again.

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allyheart707 · 3 months

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Lots of medical turtle stuff down here, if you wanna use it. If not, feel free to ignore. I just freaking love turtles and reptiles and learn about their medical needs in my spare time since I plan to have a few some day.

So, interestingly, when blood is drawn from a turtle, it's usually drawn from the neck. Close above the shell, jugular vein area.

And sometimes from the same spot right above the tail. That vein is called the coccygeal vein, or the tail vein.

However, the ninja turtle boys are mutants, and anthropomorphic turtles, so their anatomy may be more similar to a human in terms of vascular and arterial (veins and arteries), so elbow/wrist may be more appropriate.

Or, secret third option, an in-between. Like the shoulder.

Honestly I'm not sure it even matters since we'd have no way of knowing for sure in the case of mutant humanoid turtles, but I don't think the shoulder would work realistically in any case here due to the difficult vein and artery placement there.

(I couldn't find any good vascular maps for a turtle so have a weird minor-detail one from a medical journal about sea turtle anatomy. Note: some internal structures vary between turtle species due to environment and body shape, but only slightly.)

(Also note: there are two separate pictures due to the labeling. It's the same map, but there's so many things to label they had to make two.)

So, just for funsies, I thought you might like to know where they draw from with actual non-mutated turtles. Just in case.

Here's some terminology and other facts if you ever wanna use that:

The veins typically sought out for blood drawing in turtles are the jugular and tail vein, but a couple others may work. This is typically because most other drawing sites, like the arms, have a much higher chance of lymph contamination in the sample. The jugular is the least likely site to give this contamination.

It's not recommended to try to access the jugular when the head is in the shell, nor is it recommended to attempt to get the head out of the shell for the sample. In those cases, sedation is the preferred method. Mostly to not hurt the animal.

The tail vein is the second best option, and can be approached ventral or dorsal (from underneath or from the top).

If a turtle keeps their head in their shell and sedation is not an option, the subcarapacial sinus is used. It lies inside the carapace at the level of the cervical vertebrae. So basically right at the top above the neck at the juncture between the neck and the shell.

(medical article snippet below)

Here's another visual reference for the preferred spots

Hope this helped! Or if you don't feel like going through this much trouble for your "just for fun" comic, I hope you enjoyed learning something new! 😊

Woah! Thank you for this! I will definitely keep this in mind for the future of this project and/or any other turtle projects I do.

Thank you so much for going out of your way to write all this out for me! I found it actually pretty interesting! Maybe this will convince me to look up a little bit more about turtles in the future :33

#cw: needles #cw: bl00d #cw: medical #ally asks #turtle facts

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puissantveil · 6 months

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CW: Tarkat disease, medical stuff, massive hypodermic needles

Shang Tsung harvesting bone marrow is actually interesting because it implies that Tarkat is partially a blood disorder. Blood is produced in the bone marrow, and when they harvest it IRL it's most often done to produce a treatment for the donor's own blood disorder. Of course, Shang Tsung isn't following current medical practice lol

#cw: medical #cw: needles #baraka #shang tsung #unveiled thoughts

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strongermonster · 4 months

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oh shit. niche post to care about, but canada lifted the blood donation ban on people who visited/were from the uk/ireland/france in the 80's and 90's? i didn't know that, that's so awesome

(november/december 2023)

for context:

"It’s [the ban lift] the result of an update to blood donation eligibility criteria related to variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (vCJD), the human variant of bovine spongiform encephalopathy (BSE) ― commonly known as ‘mad cow’ disease. Earlier eligibility criteria prevented people from donating blood, plasma or platelets in Canada if they had lived or spent time in the United Kingdom in the years 1980-1996, or in the Republic of Ireland or France in the years 1980-2001."

this also comes a bit over a year after the lifting of the gay male blood ban in canada as well.

wonderful news considering canada's ongoing blood donation shortages :)

#as a person who donates blood throughout the year yay!#i'd looooove to donate plasma but i don't have a car and the nearest ones are an hour+ by bus :( sorry everyone #jj stuff #cw: needles #cw needles

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