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willowreader · 3 months
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This neuroscientist has an amazing thread about Long Covid and muscle necrosis with exercise. For those with Long COVID this is a must read. Click on the View on Twitter to see the complete thread.
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sharklilly · 1 month
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My Little Pony AU Beau
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wekilledfelix · 4 days
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i think trains should be more commonplace bc i’m always so happy on them
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STAY ETERNALLY HORRIFIED WITH "HORRIFIED" -- COMPLETE HORROR -- TOTAL DEATH.
PIC(S) INFO: Part 1 of 2 -- Spotlight on hype sticker & sleeve art to "Horrified," the debut album by pioneering American extreme music group, REPULSION, recorded and released on cassette in 1986, and released posthumously on Earache's sub-label Necrosis in 1989.
Resolution at 1080x1080 & 1000x1000.
Source: www.picuki.com/media/3348449564608391128 & Relapse Records (official).
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vannpirestims · 5 months
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Spirit of corruption/Necrosis stimboard for @silkekruse
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onlyhurtforaminute · 4 months
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LEPHOPHILIAC-NECROSIS
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postinggenders · 5 months
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Necrosis flags
These flags can be used for genders relating to necrosis, pronouns relating to necrosis, paraphilias relating to necrosis, and anything of the sort. Free to use by everyone
Necrosis; A medical term that refers to premature death of body tissues. Can occur due to various reasons, such as illness, infection, injury, disease, or lack of blood flow to the tissues.
NO DNI, Everyone is free to use our flags/genders no matter what
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theramusen · 3 months
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Necrosis HAD a name you know.
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But it’s not like he could ever remember it anymore…
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In loving memory, Anthony <???>, the first to fall.
Guilt is the worst demon to bear, strangling you from the inside of your body.
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But that wont bring him back, will it Bite.
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mpregfrance · 10 months
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yes i listen to death grips
yes i'm catholic
yes a vile and proliferative necrosis festers within my viscera
we exist
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hsgrace · 1 year
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idiotcoward · 10 months
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Miasmatic Necrosis - Apex Profane
Favorite metal album. Maybe favorite album of all time. Literally a perfect album. Perfect goregrind. It’s amazing. Please check it out if you haven’t
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man-squared · 7 months
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So I'm not saying every transphobe is a pro lifer or every pro lifer is a transphobe, but the correlation between the two tends to be very high because both "issues" are conservative and deal with bodily autonomy and personal choice (to be different - not that either situation is always a choice but that's what these groups tend to think).
It is very interesting how the pro lifers who are transphobes, believe that it is very important to point out necrosis in terms of possible trans surgeries (something transphobes constantly do regardless if the discussion is about surgery or if the person wants surgery) but are very interested in avoiding, debating, and actively dismissing what that could mean in terms of abortions (specifically fetuses which have no life and have actively died even to pro life standards and could lead to infections or other complications to a person who was pregnant).
Brought to you by this tiktok.
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sharklilly · 3 months
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Nameplates for my half of the characters in the rp.
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wekilledfelix · 4 days
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post concert airport fit goes hard
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yushox · 2 years
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WINGS
Quackity wakes up one day with this horrible itchy feeling on his back, with something liquidy running down the already sticky feeling skin.
The feeling is horrible and alarming.
Looking at his bed he nearly empties his stomach, instantly recognizing the liquids of a bad infection, also most of his feathers have fallen off in his sleep.
Panic sets in quickly and he is quick to grab his phone. Racking through his brain why he grabbed it.
Finally he remembers a private little comment, a promise from certain someone.
He punches in the number, hoping it still will work.
A couple of rings pass by.
"Hey Q, didn't think you would ever call me-"
"I don't have time for chitchat, do you still have the Las Nevadas chip I gave you and told you to never show it to anyone?"
"Yeah man, you sound sick.."
"Well, yeah, I am... really really sick. I need help with something. And I would only trust another winged person with something like this."
"Don't tell me you're in he-"
"I'm not, I'm actually genuinely ill... please use that chip as proof that you can visit and get one of my people to escort you to my room... please hurry, I'm panicking really bad right now."
"Okay man, I'll see you in about half an hour away, im pretty far away right now so please try to be patient.. I'll help you."
"Thank you..." he hangs up, he never thought he would ever let that person in his country. But he'd rather avoid seeking out Philza if he can avoid it.
His phone pings "I sent Tommy your way, he's closer and has better knowledge about medical stuff, don't worry, he's winged too. I'll hurry as fast as I physically can, but right now I am held back by a pretty big herd so I had to send tom."
"Okay. okay... does he know... about my past, about what you know?" he asks.
"Filling him in as we speak. Apparently he's experienced something bad with wings too, so he can comfort you and will understand you.... oh.. it involves dream, its always dream huh... fuck, cant talk anymore!.. see you in a little bit!"
The response comforts him. Inadvertently his hate towards Dream increases just at the implications that the mad did something to Tommy's wings.
Someone knocks "Sir, Saint Tommy is visiting."
"Let him in.." and Tommy walks in with a medical bag and everything "why do you look like you saw a ghost and were on the run?"
"Doesn't matter, but I will say that you have really good defenses. Also "Saint Tommy"? Really?"
Smiling he continues the conversation as the young adult gets his medical stuff ready "Thanks. Also yeah, felt like you needed a good title to be known by in my lands. Didn't want to use something like sir or someshit, saint seemed cooler."
"Cool, lets go to the bathroom and let the cleaners change your sheets." the younger speaks seriously.
"Okay doc," he stands and goes to the bathroom while Tommy instructs the cleaners on how to clean up the bed properly.
Soon Tommy walks into the room as well and gets the nearby stool "Take off your shirt and sit down, I need to see how bad the infection is."
He does as told and hisses at the little pokes at his wings "When did you become a doctor? Do you even have any certificates?"
"Big Q, I can't even read in the first place, what certification do you think I could ever get. Nah, I just forced Techno, Phil and Wilbur to read me biology and medical books instead of fairy tales as bedtime stories. I was obsessed with that shit. I've practiced alot of stuff on animals and myself alot. treating you will definitely be a breeze." the blonde laughs.
Tommy stops poking "Looks like a regular old dead limb necrosis, it's surprising it hasn't gone to this stage sooner. But you were smart about calling for help. Any longer and it would be a certain death. I'll just have to cut out the rotting parts... I have a bad feeling that your preening glands are also going to have to be removed. I'm unsure. All I need is your utmost consent to do these procedures."
"Erm, I assume bedrest..?"
"Nahh, I'll wash and desinfect the wounds at the end and then hold them close while drenching them with some regen. I don't want you to be forced to sleep on your stomach for days on end, besides I'm sure neither of us can afford to be on bedrest anyways."
For a few seconds it's silent as he thinks.
"You don't have to tell me anything Tom... but, can I see what that bastard did to your wings?"
"Oh, no I'm fine telling you. He kinda ripped them out along with the muscles and everything. Didn't clean the wounds just dumped alot of regen into them and left. I barely managed making a good enough antibiotic, had to rely on natural ingredients too. But my back has been fucked up ever since in all kinds of ways. There's more, way more than just that, but I want to talk to Wilbur about everything first."
"Fucking hell man... yeah, ofcourse, as long as you trust Will I won't stop you, just be careful."
"Ofcourse, anyways lets start the procedure. This will certainly hurt alot, but you are strong enough so."
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After it's all said and done, Tommy helps Quackity go back to the bed. The younger walks out of the door and a much olde man walks in "Hey Q..."
"Hey asshole.."
They smile to eachother painfully, for once not finding it in them to yell and argue. The silence is comforting and familiar.
Q looks at the feathers collected and put into a box by his cleaners per Tommys instructions.
He picks one out, fading love pheromones still clinging to it.
Without a single word spoken he hands it to Wilbur. He will never say those words out loud again, not wanting to jinx it after getting his heart broken so many times.
Wilbur accepts the feather and pulls his only wing out, carefully preening the gifted feather into his own feathers. He silently pulls out a love feather of his own and sits besides Q.
"I don't have wings dumbass..."
He just chuckles and gently preens his feather into the shorter mans hair.
Quackity stares into Wilburs eyes, their faces coming close to one another.
And Quackity is the one who breaks the distance, crashing his lips into Wilburs.
Wilbur easily lets it happen, falling backwards and letting the other get on top. He notices the worried question in the charcoal haired mans eye "You're not Sally Q. You can never compare to her... I trust you."
Q smiles and puts his lips against Wilburs once more.
Together they create the true colors of Las Nevadas.
Wilbur raises his hand and slowly, carefully touches Quackitys scars, both of them discovering that the mans preening glands are still intact by the sudden bite into Wilburs neck.
Neither talk through the night, but they certainly will not forget the warmth they shared.
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Days later Quackity walks into a important meeting, Wilburs feather proudly displayed in his hair.
Someone asks if he and Wilbur are an item.
"No" is his only answer. But in private, his heart, while still shattered and bleeding, has found it's final home.
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naomiknight-17 · 1 year
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Who wants to learn about necrosis with me? I have pictures
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