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been thinking so hard the last week ab two people on a motor bike and the driver (b) having a grumbly tummy. you can’t hear it over the sound of the bike but the passenger (a) can certainly feel it with their hands wrapped around b’s tummy…

it’s so good full or empty

driving back home after a dinner where B over does it a bit, A feeling B’s tummy grumble and how full it feels and starts gently massaging B’s achy tummy as they drive.

maybe B is too flustered to say anything?

maybe A is teasing B about how they turned themselves into a full and achy mess?

or maybe B is starved and A can feel their poor tummy clenching and growling miserably

maybe A teases B about how empty they let themselves get?

maybe A comforts B telling them how they’ll be nice and full soon…

or maybe A doesn’t say anything and just gently rubs B’s empty tummy until they arrive

or maybe they’re going somewhere they won’t be able to eat at and the rubs is all the relief they’ll get for a while…

or alternatively the passenger (a) is the one with a grumbling tummy that B can feel against their back

maybe B is picking A up from work or some type of event and B feels A’s full tummy pressed up against their back gurgling softly

maybe B teases them with a statement like “seems like someone had a good lunch”

or maybe A is hungry after coming back from a long day

maybe B teases them saying something like “didn’t have time for lunch huh?”

#im glad im not the only one who’s ever thought of this #this idea lives in my head so much more than i’d like to admit #but i think bikers are hot asf tho #so it makes sense #cyb.stat reblogs

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Hi, I wanted to make an announcement before I take this into my own hands and do it without telling any of you.

I will be deleting my blog on May 15th of next month.

Explanation and lowkey heavy vent below the cut, so just be aware that this will contain mention of pro//ana blogs, s//h blogs, and mention of declining health mentally, and physically. Stay safe. <3

This was sort of a long time coming, and I may even make another appearance in the future, but as of right now, I feel like it’s the best thing to do.

I want to start this off by saying that this is not me losing interest in writing, or creating content like this. This is for my safety as a human being with so much more healing that I need to endure. I won’t quit making content altogether, I will continue to post from time to time on AO3, but with tumblr, I can’t open this app without being sent into full blown panic attacks anymore.

I wish, wish, wish I could stay on here and support everyone in all ways possible, and I’m so fucking upset with the fact that I can’t just be a normal person and do that, but I can’t. I really tried, and I’m so sorry that it’s come down to this. I really feel like a total failure, I have for a while now.

Currently with the writing and how I will continue it, I wanted to mention that I’m not sure how much more Genshin content I will continue to make as I’ve lost interest in it. I still love, love, love the characters, but I simply do not have the motivation or care to dig into their backstories; not even to learn about them aside from hearing word going around, and head canons.

If anything about my writing with characters has been off in the past, you now know that I’m not a lore person, haha.

In that same breath, though, I’ve never written content about any other fandom? So there’s a high chance it will stick around. As long as you’re aware that I don’t look into the characters, and as long as you don’t care about that, haha </3.

On a darker side of things, and the sole reason that I’m deleting my blog, and the app is the over all toxicity, I’m practically k!lling myself just getting on here. I don’t mean to scare any of you with that, but with the thin//spo, s//h, and over all excruciatingly triggering content that continues to pop up on my feed despite blocking a god awful amount of tags. I feel so trapped.

Something I don’t share is that I have D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and the shit on this app that I see hurts. For a while, I was healing, but with the things I’ve been exposed to with talks of r!tual, m//c, and t0rture, and harsh misinformation on that— people even making up their own traumatic backstories with wishes that they could be a victim of that abuse with absolutely no trigger warnings of any kind— I can’t do it anymore. Not right now.

I’m quite literally in the worst condition I have ever been in, mentally and physically, and all I wanted to do was write about the things I enjoyed, and interact with the people within the community.

So.

I’m sorry.

I just really want to be okay.

This is my Ao3, please follow it to keep up with my fic’s if you haven’t already. I’m gonna be shifting all of my currently existing fics over there as well, so nothing will die into the abyss.

I hope to see you guys there, if I don’t, I hope to see you in the future if I ever decide that I can try this again.

You’ve done nothing but make me happy, I promise.

Much love,

Wowee/Cyber.

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the effects of the eclipse is proof that there’s no hope for humanity

#just saying #cyb.stat shitpost

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THIS IS WHAT IM SAYING BRO.

lexapro got me fucked up

#i’ve been on this too and holy fuck #i’m either having a panic attack #dissociating #slow blinking #or sleeping #no in between #don’t even get me started on the libido #as a hyper sexual person #my personality was stripped from me #hello #/hj but also /srs #LMAOO

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A Little Snack

YIPPEE I DECIDED TO FINISH THIS FIC!!! I’m sorry for lying abt the poll- that was for another fic but suddenly i whipped this one up out of nowhere.

Summary: Despite filling himself at a victory banquet, Lyney finds his stomach still begging for more…enter Aether, who always has what he needs.

Ships: AeLyney

CWs: stomach growls, after-dinner hunger, eh nothing else

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The banquet they’d feasted at earlier that night was exquisite. Navia sure knew how to find the perfect gourmet chefs, that was for certain. The amount of options lining the walls of the small party room almost nauseated Lyney.

Lyney, who had chosen smaller portions of all the dishes he found most appetizing. He was content to fill up on a bit less than his sister, who happily piled her plate with croissants and hors d’oeuvres. He had sighed at her choice of food, but how could he blame her? Food was not to be wasted, especially not delicacies like they had been offered. It had been so hard not to go back for seconds, even if the bourguignon had been so tender, so flavorful, so mouthwateringly delectable…

He feigned a cough, resisting the urge to press a hand to his middle. If he thought about it too much, he’d get his belly acting up again, and that would be ever so embarrassing. Especially since the beautiful head of no one other than the Traveler was lying on his lap. Lyney tried not to let his eyes linger on the swell of Aether’s stuffed, muscled stomach. The casual hand Aether rested atop it gently rubbed his body absentmindedly, and he pointed out the names of constellations with the his free one. Lyney had heard of a “warrior’s diet” before, but clearly he had never thought he’d see it in action…

Grmmbll

Ah, there it went. Lyney swallowed, turning his head to the sky as he pretended to follow what Aether had been saying, before he had stopped. He prayed to Celestia that Aether would simply ignore the quiet sound, but with his ear so close to Lyney’s belly…

“You’re still hungry, aren’t you?” Aether sighed, slowly sitting up and stretching as Lyney mourned the loss of his warm touch. But he simply huffed, crossing his arms over his stomach and turning away from Aether’s speculative gaze.

“Of course not! I ate quite a bit at dinner, more than enough! How could I still be hungry?”

Grrrrrrwwwlll….

His arms buried deeper into his stomach at the sound of another hungry grumble, and Lyney cleared his throat. He’d eaten plenty enough to be considered healthy, he would never take for granted the privilege of good food. But after seeing Aether and Lynette go to town on firsts, seconds, and even thirds of even the most filling of dishes…it left his own feeling a bit emptier than normal. It was a perfectly normal explanation, and one he would simply sleep off.

Aether though, from his raised eyebrow, did not seem content with this answer.

“Really?”

“Yes.” Lyney huffed, meeting his gaze head on to prove his point. “I’m simply digesting, that’s all. I haven’t the room for anything more”

“Doesn’t sound like digestion to me.” Aether sighed, rummaging around within that interdimensional space at his side before coming up with some sort of oatmeal bar, the likes of which Lyney hadn’t seen before. “Come on, you can’t sleep if your belly’s empty.”

He handed it to the magician, and Lyney eyed it, arms still pressed against his stomach.

“Im really not that hungry. I ate my dinner, you saw me.” He weakly protested, but Aether merely tugged one of his hand from his stomach and pressed the cloth-wrapped bar into his hand.

“It wasn’t enough.” He pushed back. “I know you’re worried about your physique for shows and stuff, Lyney. But a little extra snack isn’t gonna add anything noticeable to your waistline.”

Lyney pouted at the bar in his hand. It did smell pretty good, and he was still a bit peckish…

Grrrrmble

With a sigh, he peeled back the cloth wrapping and took a bite. It wasn’t bad at all. Not the tastiest thing he’d eaten, but it was slightly sweet and had little clusters of fruit that bursted into flavor on his tongue.

“Mm…” he hummed, taking another bite. His eyes closed, and he felt the chewed food slide down his throat and settle in his stomach, feeling a minuscule amount better once there was just a little bit more for his tummy to enjoy.

“Good?” Aether’s eyes lit up. “I made them myself! If I had the right ingredients, they’d be granola bars, but I haven’t discovered anything in Teyvat yet that can represent the taste correctly. What do you think?”

“Delicious.” Lyney smiled over to the Traveler, who looked positively radiant at having been able to help his…friend. “Everything you make, Aether…it never fails to impress me.”

It was Aether’s turn to go red, he huffed, looking away. “You flirt…”

Lyney smiled, mouth too full of the snack to reply.

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RAAAAA

🥪🔪🤐

HEHEHEHEH HI CYBRRRR‼️‼️‼️ AS U REQUEST <3 (under cut!!)

🥪 Gave their lunch up/away

Thoma

Thoma is so kind and charitable, he’d sacrifice as many lunches as he needs in order to make sure the people around him are fed. When the Kamisato household had to cut back on spending due to the war, Thoma’s the first person to tighten his belt to ensure the rest of the staff have enough to eat. Even when things go back to “normal,” if he notices someone struggling, or perhaps an animal scavenging for some scraps, his first thought is to offer them his food, his company, and some comforting words. Even if he leaves the interactions with an empty stomach, it doesn’t matter, because his heart is full.

Kaveh

I mean….come on. Kaveh is basically the same as Thoma, except way more self-sacrificing. Where Thoma would make sure to eat a little extra to make up for what he’d lost, Kaveh would just keep giving and giving and giving, even if he’s aching and dizzy. Even when he himself was homeless and struggling, he’d still insist on paying for someone’s meal, or give up his hard-earned lunch to a kid who just looked so sad, so dejected…it wouldn’t be right to just sit off to the side and ignore them! I mean, that child was still growing and developing. Malnutrition had awful effects on kids, so it was only right for Kaveh to be generous. Even if it meant he had to toss and turn at night, kept awake by cramps and noises, at least it would be him and not someone else…

🔪 No food at home

Kazuha

Kazuha, when he was younger, had been used to having very few options in the kitchen. While his younger childhood was still kept afloat by the Kaedehara wealth, as he grew into his adolescent and young adult years, it slowly trickled away. He’d find a way to make his own dinner, and contrary to the belief of his more…fortunate friends, it truly didn’t taste all that bad either! When he became a wanderer, too, he had to make do with what was on the road. Occasionally, he’d find a small, remote village that was happy to spare a meal to the samurai, but more often than not, he’d have to hunt, prep, and cook his own dinner. It wasn’t that bad, really. He was an easy-going kind of guy who could take whatever life threw at him. So it’s safe to say he was a bit surprised when he wandered into the kitchen of the Alcor one night, shocked to find the icebox and cupboards stuffed with food and ingredients. (Beidou made sure he had extra that night.)

AlHaitham

Before Kaveh, AlHaitham wouldn’t really eat full meals. Despite AlHaitham’s eagerness to keep his own wellbeing a priority in his life…shopping is one thing that will keep him from attaining that goal. Markets are loud and busy, filled with hawk-eyed and pushy merchants, old colleagues who turn up their noses at him, and so many sights and smells that so much as looking at it all makes him nauseous. It’s not so much that he forgets to keep his pantry stocked, it’s just that the places he needs to go in order to do so are his number one enemy. As such…he’s often left with a bowl of rice and perhaps some spices if he can find some. It’s not that much, nor enough, but if he goes to sleep with his headphones hugging his ears, then surely he can ignore the still-hungry churning in his stomach.

🤐Keeping a secret

Aether

Rukkhadevatta(?)’s death was one that really affected him, but the fact that he couldn’t talk about it with anyone made all the affects even worse. He couldn’t sleep well, he was constantly in his head, and of course, he lost his appetite. No matter how many times Paimon nudges him to eat more of his meals, he can only manage a few bites before he gets that tight, nauseous feeling in his throat that dissipates his hunger immediately. Of course, refusing to eat when you have the strength of a warrior and the lifestyle of a nomadic traveler is never a good idea, and he’s often left achy and empty, tossing and turning at night when his hunger comes back to bite him. He can only go like this for so long until someone finds out…and it'd be awfully inconvenient if his stomach loudly outed him in front of his more professional, stoic, or intimidating companions….

#explodes #exploded #boom #RAAAAAAAAAA ATE THESE UP #cyb.stat reblogs #HI ZUU HEHE

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[CW: this is a hunger kink story. contains painful hunger. character is able to eat at the end]

T//M//A fic no one from the fandom should perceive

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Jon hummed as he marked papers. Here in this Somewhere Else, he graded stories instead of recording them.

He tapped his fingers against his desk. It was strange to be teaching, but sort of wonderful at the same time.

As he reached over to grab a pen, he felt a wave of dizziness. Concerned, he slumped back into his chair and put a hand to his head. What was that?

He took a quick assessment of his body- light headed, not bleeding, not tired— there. There was a deep ache in his stomach. He prodded it just to make sure it wasn’t an external pain, and as his fingers sunk into the flesh it twisted under them, letting out a long rumble.

Oh. He was hungry. He forgot to eat sometimes, still used to not needing real food to sustain him. Martin always made sure he was getting enough, but lately their schedules meant they weren’t eating together much, only at dinner. It was 6pm now, and Martin wasn’t back yet.

Jon’s stomach growled painfully again, and he wrapped an arm around it, pushing into the hollow organ.

When was the last time he’d eaten? Definitely not any time that day. Must have been dinner last night.

He stood up carefully, and walked slowly into the kitchen. Opening the cabinets and drawers, he found nothing quick. Martin would cook when he got home, but Jon had never been much of one.

His belly twisted unhappily, and Jon rolled his eyes. It had gone through worse than a couple missed meals. He would just wait for Martin.

He was able to continue marking papers, rubbing small circles into his stomach to try to ease the hunger pangs it was inflicting on him.

Martin got home around 7, and came to kiss him hello.

“How was your day?” Jon asked.

Martin shrugged. “Not bad. You?”

Jon gestured to his desk. “Productive.”

Martin laughed. “Aren’t you always. I was gonna make some dinner, have you eaten?”

Jon shook his head, choosing not to add that he in fact hadn’t eaten since the previous night. His stomach panged again, but stayed mercifully silent. Jon slid his hand under his shirt to rub it.

Martin walked over to the kitchen, examining the options. “Pasta or soup?” He asked.

Jon pressed a palm to his tummy, which grumbled under his hand at the mentions of food.

Damn, he was starving. “Pasta,” he said decisively. It would be much faster.

Martin looked over at him, pleasantly surprised. Jon usually refused point blank to make most decisions, and had to be coerced into voicing opinions.

Jon pressed his palm deeper into his stomach, trying to ease the gnawing hunger, and shrugged.

“Pasta it is,” Martin agreed.

Jon walked over to sit at the kitchen stools and watch him. It was also convenient in that the stools were a little too short, allowing him to rub his cramping belly in secret behind the counter. He didn’t like to worry Martin any more than necessary.

Martin chattered about his day, and Jon responded in kind, laughing at the way Martin described his colleagues and customers. He had gotten so much more animated out here, like the enthusiastic man Jon had first met in the archives.

In the joy of talking with Martin, he forgot his aching belly. Hunger did come in waves, which was why he hadn’t noticed it for so long, and the cramping feeling under his ribs seemed to be fading temporarily.

Jon relaxed more, talking about his students and the school. As Martin cooked, steam began to rise out of the pot. As it hit the air, so did the delectable smell of pasta.

It hit Jon’s nose while he was mid sentence, and a sharp pain pierced his hollow stomach. “So I said that- um-“ he trailed off as more of the smell reached him and his stomach twisted harder, making him almost double over in pain.

Martin looked over at him. “Are you alright?” He asked.

“Y-yeah,” Jon stammered, “just-” His stomach released in a rolling wave, letting out a deep groan that trailed off into a grumble and then a high pitched whine. “Hungry,” he finished, blushing and reaching back under his shirt to poke at his shrivelled belly again.

Martin stared at him, mouth open. “Was that your stomach?” He demanded, appalled. Jon nodded reluctantly. “Have you eaten today at all?”

“I forgot,” Jon said mournfully, as his stomach growled emptily again.

Martin sighed, putting the lid on the pasta to let it finish. Jon was grateful for a reprieve from the smell, but his neglected insides were well and woken up now, and would not give up so easily. They shifted under his palm.

Martin held out his arms. “C’mere.”

Jon did, sliding off the stool and walking around the counter to stand with his boyfriend. Martin manoeuvred himself so he was standing behind Jon, and wrapped his arms around him. He pushed his hands up and under Jon’s shirt, replacing Jon’s own hand in rubbing deep, placating circles into his throbbing stomach.

He pressed right where the muscles were tensing up with hunger pangs, releasing a couple more angry grumbles.

“You’re not happy Jon forgot to eat are you?” Martin asked, and Jon smothered a laugh. Of course Martin was a tummy-talker. “You’ve had to be cold and empty all day while he was working.” Martin’s fingers brushed over the concave space under Jon’s ribcage and he moaned, arching into his boyfriend’s touch. Martin moved his hand back, pressing his fingertips into the hollow pocket. Jon’s stomach clenched, then released in a loud gurgling whine of hunger.

“Is this helping?” Martin asked. “It kind of sounds like I’m making it angry.”

“Feels nice,” Jon murmured. “It’s angry at me, not you.”

Martin nodded against Jon’s shoulder, and continued to press circles into his belly. After a few minutes, he disentangled himself to get the pasta off the stove. Jon’s tummy immediately felt colder and emptier than it had before, and he went to sit down to avoid another wave of dizziness. He watched Martin plate the pasta, eagerly awaiting the warm food to fill the sore, pinched corners of his stomach.

Martin deposited a plate in front of him and motioned for him to dig in, which he did gratefully. The pasta slid into his belly easily, and it gave a last grumble at the first few bites, eagerly demanding more. Jon provided.

After a few minutes of eating ravenously and silently, he slumped back in his seat, tummy full. “Thank you,” he said to Martin, who smiled.

“Of course. I’m going to make sure you get all three meals tomorrow though.”

Jon smiled at him. “What would I do without you?”

Martin rolled his eyes. “Starve, apparently.”

#sorry i had to share this #this was so cute #AAAAAA #cyb.stat reblogs

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Passed my finals

What do I get?

Sick! From my meds! Because I actually took them!!

Wahoo!!

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This person thinks associating kinks with children is okay. They found noises coming from a child arousing, and that is truly disgusting because the subject is a CHILD. Minors and kink should not be associated, if you disagree fuck off and choke.

I wish I took screenshots, but if you check their blog it’s the post about Six from little nightmares, but Im sure my comment saying it’s weird to associate kink with a child probably isnt there. fictional kid or not, it’s still disgusting.

When called out they apparently think this is an appropriate response. There’s really some garbage humans here aren’t there.

Using tags for awareness, I know they’re popular so please spread cause this shit is unacceptable.

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I wanted to add!

If any of you have any pairing recommendations for my Pseudo-Emptiness series, please drop some asks! Recommend things! I’m here for them!!

#I’m gonna get around to everything eventually #but I want to get around to what you guys want to read first #raraarararara #cyb.stat posts

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Is the pill to big? Is it possible to split it? If it is, you can try to split it and take it. If it's not possible then maybe take it along with some food or something?

There's also a tip on the internet to lean your head forward as you swallow. Maybe that helps?

Good luck 🤞

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No, the pill is itty bitty. Like so small I shouldn’t be scared of it 😭

I’m most afraid of the side effects, my biggest thing is my anxiety worsening for a little bit + my intrusive thoughts becoming more hyperactive with the serotonin increase. IM JUST. AAAAA. It’s gonna be for the better but holy FUCKKK.

THANK YOU 🫶

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I don't know if you'd use it, but I have to share.

I just got a huuuge pain due to my period and had to use a heat pad which I pressed against myself using a teddy bear. And that's when I imagined this idea of two people that both has a stomachache but they have only one heat pad available. What if they share it by pressing it between their tummies?

That's practical and adorable! 🤧

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AWH THATS ADORABLE.

They both get the comfort they need, and the heat they need hehe 🥰

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Food for thought:

A character who gets the hiccups whenever they get really hungry.

A and B are out on a walk, it’s a peaceful day and they’re chatting. A is rambling about god knows what, and B is paying attention up until A stops talking.

“Your hiccups keep interrupting me.” A complains.

B apologizes, and they continue their walk— the air between them never silent due to the nature surrounding them, and B’s god damn hiccups… right until their stomach growls.

A turns and looks at them.

“You’re under attack over there, huh?”

#EEE #distractions are so real rn #ra #cyb.stat prompts #hunger prompt #hunger prompts #hunger kink #cyb.stat go to bed

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i’m starting new meds for my ocd and i’m actually so fucking scared.

i’ve never been more scared of something the size of a pebble in my entire life.

but it’s ironic because it’s supposed to make my anxiety lessen! and make my intrusive thoughts better!! but my anxiety and intrusive thoughts are the reason i’m TERRIFIED.

i really want to get better but oh my fucking goddddddddddd

i canttttt

i dont want to throw up or freak out or think i’m gonna die due to something the size of birth control like lord have mercy on me

urghjeheejneekbwdkwbd i’ve taken meds before why am i so scared 😭😭😭

#uragahahsisbsdiwbdow #i’m starting them on sunday #may or may not need moral support #cyb.stat shitpost #cyb.stat go to bed

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hate them or love them the vees are ON MY MIND

#RAAAAAAAA #cyb.stat shitpost

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[taps mic] hello

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #OH MY FUCKING #GODDDDDDD #cyb.stat reblogs

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Omg you're back 😭😭😭 you were gone for a while

YEP! Sorry, I ghost you guys a lot </3

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