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bdsmess · 1 month

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“I’m pushing blood from my capillaries through my vagina’s cell walls for you so I can take you inside me” is a newly special level of romantic to me. and also hot. Someone is never gonna tell me they’re wet for me again without me thinking about this. Do I get you wet sweetheart? Is your arousal deconstructing the barriers between your insides and your outsides? Do you mind if I taste it? Suck the essence of your lifeblood off my fingers? Bury my tongue inside you to wring more of you from your veins?

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a-para-doxical-situation · 24 days

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⋤Para blinkies!!⋥

Please credit me if used！bases i used were on blinkie.cafe iirc!

⋤game crashed⋥

#paraphile safe #pro paraphile #paraphilia community #dormaphilia #anti c para #anti contact #anti contact paraphile #paraphiles please interact #paraphilia #para community #erotophonophilia #autistic para #blinkies #blinkers #stamps #hemophilia #hemophile

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thatkinkyautistic · 11 months

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blood gifset part 1/?

🅰️/🆎️/🅱️/🅾️

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trollbreak · 10 months

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Bugs is bugs what can i say

#my art #doodles #...#nudity #??????#suggestive #??????????#hemophilic thaumaturgist #stand in name for him ig lol #hetham

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keendaanmaa · 6 months

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Tuesday: spend most of the afternoon working on an education module for work; topic is assessment and management of common issues kids come to ER for

Wednesday: work a twelve hour day assigned to ER. A total of three patient all day are adults (out of fifteen-ish)

#and then today i am doing the comprehension quiz for the module because i didn't have time before bible study on tuesday #and had a video call inservice about what to do if a hemophilic kid comes to ER #it definitely feels like this week is 'oh so you wanted to brush up on pediatric care?'#nursing #randomness

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yhqltzxr3co · 1 year

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dehydration-stati0n · 2 years

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One Piece Masterlist

Monkey D Luffy

Yandere Luffy, Usopp, and Ace with a Marine!Reader

Yandere!Luffy x Reader (Platonic)

Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji Friendship HCs

Yandere!Luffy x Hemophilic!Reader

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Ice Skating {Luffy, Usopp, Chopper + Reader} (Platonic)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro, Marco, Sanji when your s/o hits you during an argument hc (Platonic)

Unsolved {Ghost!Zoro x Reader}: Part 1

Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji Friendship HCs

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Stolen Whiskey {Zoro x Reader} (Western AU)

Truce {Yandere!Zoro x Reader x Yandere!Sanji}

Nami

Ace, Nami, and Robin Friendship HCs

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Winter Night {Nami x Reader}

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Nami, Robin, and Brook Comforting a Reader Who Feels Guilty About Their Past

Usopp

Yandere Luffy, Usopp, and Ace with a Marine!Reader

Yandere!Usopp x Reader

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Ice Skating {Luffy, Usopp, Chopper + Reader} (Platonic)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Vinsmoke Sanji

Brother!Sanji x Reader (Platonic)

Sanji Aladdin AU

Zoro, Marco, Sanji when your s/o hits you during an argument hc (Platonic)

Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji Friendship HCs

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Truce {Yandere!Zoro x Reader x Yandere!Sanji}

Tony Tony Chopper

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Ice Skating {Luffy, Usopp, Chopper + Reader} (Platonic)

Nico Robin

Ace, Nami, and Robin Friendship HCs

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Nami, Robin, and Brook Comforting a Reader Who Feels Guilty About Their Past

Franky

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Brook

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Nami, Robin, and Brook Comforting a Reader Who Feels Guilty About Their Past

Jinbei

Strawhats Living Together HCs (Modern AU)

Strawhats with a shy S/O

Smoker

Christmas Dinner {Smoker x Reader}

Trafalgar Law

Yandere!Law x Reader

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Kid, Killer, and Law Friendship HCs

Eustass Kid

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Kid, Killer, and Law Friendship HCs

Killer

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Kid, Killer, and Law Friendship HCs

Jewelry Bonney

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Hawkins

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

X Drake

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Capone Bege

Auction House {Yandere!Supernovas x Marine!Reader}

Donquiote Doflamingo

Yandere!Doflamingo x Reader

Marco

Zoro, Marco, Sanji when your s/o hits you during an argument hc (platonic)

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Portgas D Ace

Yandere Luffy, Usopp, and Ace with a Marine!Reader

Ace, Nami, and Robin Friendship HCs

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Pearls {Platonic!Ace x Reader}

Thatch

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Izo

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Whitebeard

Yandere!Whitebeard Pirates x Reader HCs

Sabo

Classmate{Yandere!Sabo x Reader} Part 1, Part 2

Shanks

Yandere!Shanks x Reader: Part 1, Part 2

Shanks x Reader x Benn NSFW

Celebrity {Shanks x Reader}

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Cowboy Casanova {Cowboy!Shanks x Reader} (Western AU)

Benn Beckman

Benn x Reader

Shanks x Reader x Benn NSFW

Yandere!Benn Beckman HC

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Lucky Roux

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Yasopp

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Uta

Red-Haired Pirates + Uta with a reader who's apart of the Revolutionary Army (Drabble)

Meeting the Parent{Uta x Reader}

Gol D Rodger

Rodger x Reader (angst)

Yandere!Rodger HCs

Perona

Yandere!Perona x Reader

King

The Deal {Yandere!King x Reader}

Who's-Who

Yandere!Who's-Who x Marine!Reader

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flintawakened · 9 days

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why do you have hemophiles dni when hemophilia is a (possible) genetic disability?

is it? I'm so sorry, I didn't know! I thought it was a bl00d k1nk! I'll take that off my DNI, whoopsie-

#slate replies 𓃢

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sandewich · 27 days

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yo! If you do Junko GFN x GN! Reader, can you do fluff where Reader helps Junko while she's getting bullied and helping her up? :>

JUNKO X READER // SIMPLE AS THAT.

- INFO

✧ short fluff story.

✦ gxgn // Junko x GN!Reader.

✧ idk what to put here but yeah!!

- WARNINGS

bullying, mistreatment, scolding, lying. anything wrong or false is my fault, this is not heavily accurate.

- REQUESTED?

yes! by anon! :3 sorry it took so long !!

-- ???

It had been days of pure torture for poor Junko. She didn't know why she kept getting bullied. Is it because she's different? Is it because of the wheelchair she had to use for her injured legs? It's not her fault, right? It's their fault, it's the bully's fault. It's everyone's fault. Well, that's what she's been thinking for the past few years. Junko couldn't trust anyone at all, even the nice. They're totally fake, right? They just want to get under her skin and make her into a pushover just for them.

A new student came along when the first semester finished, who was it? It was you, Y/n. Junko didn't have high expectations for you, she thinks you're just like the others. No one in this school cared for her so why should she care for anyone in it? The teacher told you to sit right next to her so you could watch her and take care of her or whatever. She wanted to take revenge or die trying, either way, her pain goes away...

-- y/n's pov.

I payed attention in class, writing notes, scribbling images to help me remember the lesson more. I can't help but feel worried about the girl next to me, I heard she has some kind of condition, I wonder what. I looked away from my notebook, my gaze set onto the whiteboard in the classroom. To be honest, I wanted to skip science class since there's really nothing much to learn about. My dad (or whoever you want it to be) can teach me all about it since he's a scientist plus he has his scientific books somewhere.

I tried to focus yet my thoughts about Junko haunted my mind. Finally, when the class I had was over. I secretly went outside, somehow avoiding the school staffs. Why don't they install cameras? It feels to easy to skip the class. I was in the backyard of the school where the garden was, it felt calm and relaxing... That is until I heard a sound of something big falling at the entrance of the school. I peeked around the corner, making sure the grass beneath me isn't annoying and loud enough for someone to catch me out of class.

" Get up, you fool! " Two unknown girls laughed at... Junko on the ground with her wheelchair beside her. Who could do something so cruel to someone so fragile? Junko looked up at them in shock and desperation, this time, she wanted to get up. I think me and her has the same school schedule. Junko's legs didn't work at all, her hands gripping the hot concrete because of how hot it is in this kind of weather.

" Be happy we're not cutting you, little hemophilic girlie! " They continued to tease and chuckle at the horrific sight. They pushed her off of the stairs, sure it's was like 5 or 4 steps but still, that's not how to treat any human being, right? I contemplated if I should interfere but before I could come to a conclusion, a teacher saw the two, asking them why they aren't in class yet and asking why Junko is on the floor. The two came up with a lie that Junko attacked first, but I don't believe it? Why would she attack anyone for that matter?

The idiotic teacher believed their obvious lie and scolded Junko a little before telling all of them to go to class... But how would Junko go to class? You're just going to leave her there? In the hot sun of Thailand, where you could get a sunburn just by touching the concrete alone? This is outrageous. When the coast was clear, I hurried to Junko, making sure she's okay.

" Hey- Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry for not interrupting earlier. " I gently spoke to Junko as I got her wheelchair to stand up. She looked at me with those cold eyes like she's not feeling anything, but I know with her teary eyes, she wants to let it all out. I asked for some consent first, just to know that she's comfortable with what I'm doing, of course.

" I'n gonna try carrying you, okay? Try to jump so you can get in. " I said and Junko nodded. This is kind of the first time I had to carry someone into a wheelchair so let's just hope I don't make her fall. She sits upright, as I carefully picked her up off of the ground, she wasn't light but not too heavy. I put her onto the wheelchair, she scoots up a bit, she looked up at me, mute but I can tell she's thankful. I smiled at her before getting behind and pushing her up the ramp. I should get her to the infirmary if I can.

I'm just taking care of her and doing the right thing, it's as simple as that.

author ;; sandewich!

yuh

- WORDS

872

- PROOFREAD?

no!!

#girl from nowhere #kitty chicha #kitty chicha amatayakul #gay #lgbtqia #lesbian #gfnw #junko #gfn junko #yuri gfn #ploy sornarin #junko jiraiyawat #junko x reader #junko jiraiyawat x reader #gender netural

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wernerherzogshave · 1 year

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Communication Machines

They welcomed me past the bureaucratic & vengeful checkpoint reeling of old Cold War mistrust; but it's not from anywhere, it's just us, & the people inside of our selves we had to strangle out of living, just to keep doing whatever it is we've been doing, in secret spaces & on bridges, and always within a meter or so of people stamping out or in other people's passports, wearing

long, gray, heavy overcoats, complaining about rations & the weather; it's a holy war in the sense that it's poked full of holes, both in its logic & in its skin, bleeding so severe now it's revealed to be inherently & repeatedly hemophilic (unfortunate nevermores)

#poetry #poetblr #writerblr #writerscreed #poeticstories #tumblr poetry #poetry on tumblr #tumblr poets #poets on tumblr #spilled ink

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a-para-doxical-situation · 25 days

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Reblog if you'd be my friend!

Lf; perferred here other paras, especially the same as me, or just RB if you want to make more para friends!

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thatkinkyautistic · 10 months

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it's so fucking hot when a guy has a nosebleed, and it's just oozing out intensely and staining his lips and nose. just so much blood pouring out, and sticking to his dry skin. i mean i think it's hot when that happens to me too, but I'm specifically focusing on guys here.

#text #thirstposting #hornyposting #hemophile #blood mention tw #men look so good covered in blood #anyways that reminds me i should make more blood gifs soon lol

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thefangirlofhp · 1 year

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29. freedom

It came in different forms, carried in numerous circumstances, and it oft spoke strange languages but when it first comes to him, this breaking of the first silence, it is the blinding beam of sunshine that pains his eyes and the cold wind that attacks his frail body but somehow there’s a song in it, the way a sound was born in the dark corners of the dim cell—home—called out to him, and this melody is tantalizing, eerie, and devastating in a sense. They drag him out on bony wobbly knees by the elbows, sand and dirt scratching away at skin only ever exposed to the smooth element of hard cold rock and recently the scorching flames of fire. Sweat quickly soaks his hair, beads run down his neck and he is seeing nothing, cowering and hiding his sight from this heat—please, not again, he cries internally—and brightness. He is disposed of abruptly, a pile of trembling limbs and atrophied wings, before a figure casting a large shadow over him. Wind whips mercilessly at him, he nearly cries for the silence of his cell, the privacy and safety it gave.

When he looks up, finally, he’s staring at different giants boring down on him, and he thinks now that he’s in a cell of flesh, now. Only it will not protect him, or speak to him, or keep him company. Words are thrown around, laced with reverie and something like fear though he is yet to understand any of it: shadowsinger.

The camp is full of boys taller than him, and when he finally stands on his own two feet, he thinks: now I am free.

He is not. Years pass, of bruises and fights and broken teeth and brushes with death but kisses of life carried by the song in the wind. He wanted to learn it, so he can speak to it too, maybe make a friend the way shadows now trail after him. He learned that to speak and listen to the wind, he was to use his wings. He did not know how but it didn’t stop him learning, carried by a spark in his chest others couldn’t understand. Not one of the dead instinct that others have fully nurtured—his has met its premature morbid end very early on—but something personal and hard-wrought.

When he is finally old enough to be of service to the High Lord, Azriel finally thinks: now I am free. Of the Illyrians and the imprisonment he never escaped. But when he kills his first traitor and tears truth out of the first prisoner, blood splattered on his hands and face, he realizes he’s only got a new chain added over the older shackles. One dripping red and hemorrhagic, incurably hemophilic.

When the Wall is put up and the War is over, Azriel thinks, heaving for heavy breath and pushing the phantom weight of severed limbs and bodies off his shoulders, stumbling through battlefields and soaked bloody courts to find his brothers: now we are free.

But when he is staring out the House of Wind at night, the wind singing softly in her encrypted ancient language, and Rhysand an imprisoned distant memory, Velaris locked up and all of them in it, he has the sinking admission that it is only the switching of masters and chains, not the unbinding of his limbs. He rubs his scars together and gets comfortable in his leathers that have become a second irremovable skin.

And when Rhys is in his arms and he can fly out of Velaris again and tyrants are a massacred memory, he think, tiredly, with that startled realization: now. Now we are free.

Bolt in his chest, blood on the walls, shredded wings and anguished cries and boiling Cauldrons and Azriel realizes, they’re all prisoners of the very world they seek to liberate from rot and infestation.

When Rhys dies, Azriel tearfully rejoices for his brother’s freedom. Thinks, while Feyre tears her vocal cords apart, that he’s finally at rest. Thinks, now he is free. Bitterly mourns his brother’s resurrection, grieves for the rest he is due that he will not get, and notices that in Rhys’s eyes is a shade of darkness, the kind when the soul gives up, is too tired to go on, but it must. Against its will. Charge yanked by the chain, go on, I’m not done with you yet, decrees the universe.

He vows to protect his heart. Incurable hemophilia. He bleeds and he bleeds, and the world fills him up all over again when he is drained empty. I’m not done with you, it says, and he has to comply because what else is he? But.

But freedom comes in different tastes, different sounds and voices. It is never the same twice. Unrecognizable save by the disappointment it later brings by its withdrawal. And he is the helpless victim of its stupor.

And when he thinks that he’s found heaven in a pair of doe-shaped eyes and a smile as blinding as the sun was when they shoved a morsel of freedom down his throat, it seems to him the weight of his chains and shackles and binds an insurmountable amount of tons that no exercise can help him lift. When his friends look like they’ve cast off their irons and are letting life take them by its dance, that wound reopens, and he soaks the earth damp with his blood.

Now, surely, we are free.

But surely they are not. They must not be. They cannot be. Where is the black death and its doom? The tyrant and his loom? Hope and her grimy sister, despair? He looks around for them, while the others laugh, and mate, and build families, unaware of the darkness coming to claim them all. Waiting for the proper moment to strike. He will not allow it to catch him unaware, to cause a despair so deep it will drain him once more. Not because the pain is great. But his exhaustion is too much. He cannot bear to think of the process that will have him standing up once more.

There was beauty in resilience, the eternal stubbornness of it, but it takes too much of the soul that which is not renewable.

“Birds born in cages think freedom is a crime,” Amren decrees out of the blue one afternoon on a barge they are gathered on to celebrate something and he is strung tight with anxious waiting. She gives him a barred look, tight around her eyes and unreadable in its meaningfulness. He blinks. She stares up at him, a bejewelled hand rising to clasp his bicep tightly, briefly.

“Now you are free,” she says softly, her eyes flickering between his, and over his face—does she see the scars beneath his skin? Some he’s clawed into existence by his own nails. Others he’s had torn into him. She squeezes his arm once before turning round and walking away.

“What if I’m not?” He finds himself whispering. She pauses, looks over her shoulder, her red-painted mouth sharply contracted in a shape he might have decreed: sympathetic.

“What if you are?” She breathes hemophilic hope into his ears, and the hemorrhage begins slowly.

He’s tried to learn the language of everything but his imprisonment. If he had, might he have discovered its slight in armor, or the hidden keyhole in its wall? He wonders what would have happened had he learnt, sooner, to understand what freedom and hope were.

Still, he will never forget how he felt that moment he became free.

#gentle fictober #or crytober as livi likes to call it #azriel #ptsd thoughts #rhysand #azriel fanfic #acotar ptsd #acotar

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trollbreak · 10 months

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Another real quick

#my art #doodles #hemophilic thaumaturgist

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wainwrightjakobshammerlock · 1 year

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gearbox add alien barrel non legendary jakobs weapons for bl4 and give them names that reference lovecraft if you arent a coward. also give them circulatory system related prefixes like Cardiac, Tricuspid, Mitral, Bloodlettin', Sanguinary, Intravenous and Hemophilic. you won't

#my post #borderlands #text post #gore mention

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voidendron · 1 year

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team Sheeeesh clears NiM Kephess tonight (and is also my first final boss in any NiM op to bring me to 50% ops completion) :D

we'll be working on trying for timer next

oh, and that top right toon is an inside joke, nothing actually negative. one of our people on another team couldn't remember the name of a mara(?) tactical, and instead of saying Hemophilic Slash he said Homophobic Slash.

vc proceeded to fucking lose it while he fumbled for the right word and Gham wouldn't let him live it down

#swtor #void plays #oliver vs ops #operation: explosive conflict

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