#lickstynine characters

[sickandvomiting]

A collab with @lickstynine of our characters Jace and Liz in their 50s AU. he did the original drawing, I lined, he colored flats, then I shaded and did the background. Quite proud of this one actually

#my art #friend art #my characters #friend's characters #lickstynine #collab #jace #elizabeth

[sickficsbypyroyoshi]

After a long period of not making any new content, I rise from the abyss to post a new sick fic. This one doesn’t feature my regular OCs, but instead two characters from my novel. Bailey (who I posted a picture of a page or so back) and Terry (who I commissioned lickstynine to draw for me).

It’s the fic version of my ‘another emeto in the trades’ post from my main blog. Two guys get food poisoning from a catered lunch and start puking at the same time while up on a refinery vessel, over two hundred feet off the ground. I guarantee you’ve never read a sick fic quite like this one.

#emetophilia #puking #sickfic

[pyro-yoshi]

What I was going to say is that emetophilia is supposed to be a sexual arousal fetish. i've read through a number of sic-fic posts, and I don't really see any sexual arousal connection. I see stories about people describing themselves or someone else getting sick for any number of reasons, but it is almost analytical and observatory. There is usually some comforting type content by one of the characters, but never do I hear anyone getting aroused - no orgasmic response. Do you find the same?

Such fics are out there, but they’re few and far between. Lickstynine and youre-gonna-make-yourself-sick have both written great stories with emetophile characters.

I’ve written a few myself, I’ve got one on this blog and one on my sick fic blog. I’ve got plans to write another, and I’ll write it when I get more time after the holidays.

[thedovahcat]

Halfbody commission for @lickstynine with their character Kit!! Thank you so much!!

#dovah commission #dovah draws #lickstynine

[feelingsick]

lickstynine replied to your post “@sugar-me-sick and @sicklyfeels and I are sitting here going over our...”

Well? Who's yours? You can't leave us horny and hanging, asshole!

Okay, my characters, in order from most to least Thirsty: 

Amory

Jessime 

Bel

Foster

Rhys

Sunny

Romi

Miah

#lickstynine

[torturing-characters-101]

Thank you so much for the informative answer! If it's alright, i'd like to ask another question; another injury that i've been having trouble figuring out on my own, because it's something that would never occur in real life. Basically, a beam of incredibly powerful light and heat energy went all the way through the middle of main character's palm- think the circumference of the bottom of a glue stick. After being repaired, how would this affect the usage of that hand? Thanks!

I think it would depend exactly where in the anatomy the beam hit - the hand has so many tiny bones, muscles, and tendons all working together. No matter what, though, I imagine there would be some hindrance to mobility. Maybe look up a diagram of the hand, see which areas control which fingers, and figure out your character's impediment accordingly.

-J (@lickstynine)

#i'm not the biggest expert #but i've had carpal tunnel surgery #and hand surgeons are literally their own specialty because hands are so complex and easy to fuck up #so take from that what you will #whump #injury #writing advice

[lickstynine]

It's by no means a masterpiece but here's Kiera, Nicola, and kids.

#i wanted y'all to actually see nicola #also i definitely just referenced their sims family portrait out of laziness #kiera #Nicola #Callum #leo #lickstynine ocs #lickstynine characters #lickstynine art

[sickandvomiting]

A post-puke commission for the amazing @lickstynine of his character Siofra, with her pup Finny looking concerned. Actual puke pic to follow!

#my art #friend characters #emetophilia #female vomit #emeto #illness #bloating #bloated #tum stuff #comm

[builder051]

@taylor-tut tagged me in the WIP tag.  I actually posted something like this not too long ago, so this might be awfully familiar...

-Hildur and Pierce’s arc

-The Jax Beach arc

-A Criminal Minds prompt fill (I’m editing it now; it’ll drop on Wednesday)

-Nat on Fire 4.0 (Hoping to finish it to drop in a couple of weeks)

-A Spiderverse 2.0 thing (It’s like, an outline at this point.  No writing done yet)

-A second Stucky novella (permanently on hold, though)

-A giant collab novella feat. college-age Troy

I also plan to draw portraits of all the rest of my OCs, though that’s definitely going to take a while.  And I’m going to do character sheets for Hildur and Pierce one of these days (but it’s super hard because one of the sections has questions about their children, and Hildur’s still pregnant, and I don’t want to give away spoilers.)

I tag @anonyony1 and @lickstynine.

#laur talks #sickfic chatter #wip tag

[sickficsbypyroyoshi]

@lickstynine did an awesome commission of my OC Terry, a character from the novel I’m working on. Men making themselves throw up by deepthroating objects = good shit.

I love it, thanks again!

#emetophilia #puking #commission

[illnesssecretsanta]

Experimenting in the Kitchen, Instead of the Bedroom, Can Sometimes be Good for a Relationship

A present for @emetoandotherthings from @lickstynine

Esther,

I’ve been toiling over the plot of this for all of November, and I’m honestly still horrifically insecure about it. Writing other people’s characters makes me intensely anxious; I’m always afraid I can’t do them justice. Especially in your case - you’re one of the best writers I know, so you set the bar super high for any story about your characters. But I did my very best because you’re my very best friend, so here’s an indulgent little drabble-bordering-on-fic.

Merry Christmas, and remember you’re the Besther,

💕 J

  “Fuck me, it’s bloody freezing outside!” Jude gasped, shoving the front door shut against a gust of wind. His face was flushed from the cold, and his teeth were chattering loudly, but he beamed proudly as he dropped shopping bags onto the ground in the entryway.

Eden stepped out of the kitchen, dusting flour off his hands. “Looks like it. Did you at least get all the stuff for your class Christmas party?”

Jude nodded, discarding his frost-crusted jacket and adding his gloves and scarves to the pile. “Yea! I got plates, napkins, candy, glitter, cardstock, and markers. We’re gonna have the kids make Christmas cards for their parents.”

“I’m sure whatever you do, it’ll be brilliant.” Eden smiled warmly and pressed a kiss onto Jude’s flushed cheek. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving!” The brunette lamented, pouting dramatically as he looked up at Eden. “What have you baked?” He asked, having smelled the rich, sweet aroma wafting from the kitchen.

Eden led his boyfriend to the kitchen, gesturing to the counters filled with cookies and cupcakes. “Everything. I promised I’d bring sweets for everyone in the labs, I wanted to have enough variety…” He left out the part where he’d mostly just been baking as a stress relief. The holiday party at the lab was a nice excuse, but he also needed to blow off steam. Christmas was a stressful time of year, and his anxiety had only been getting worse over the past few days. Luckily, spending the day making sweets had helped him to calm down some, and his boyfriend’s return improved Eden’s mood as well. “I was hoping you’d taste test for me, make sure it all turned out.”

Jude grinned like a child that got a pony for Christmas. All he’d eaten today was a mediocre takeout sandwich nearly seven hours before, and the sight of delicious treats was only amplifying his hunger. He hurried to grab a plate, piling it high with an assortment of cupcakes, cookies, and other baked goods. Sitting down at the table, he started to dig in, his smile only growing at the taste of Eden’s top-notch baking. “It’s good! It’s so good…”

Eden’s cheeks pinkened faintly, and a genuine smile tugged at his lips. He brushed a few loose strands of hair from his face, washing his hands before returning to the bowl of batter on the counter. “I’m actually not done, so I hope you don’t have any plans for the evening.”

“I could eat your baking ‘til I died. I’ll stay up all night if you need it.” Jude enthused, continuing to stuff his face with cookies and brownies. He went after the cupcakes last, sucking them down as fast as he could peel off the wrappers. The sweets were being devoured so quickly, he could barely discern one flavor from another. Though his stomach was growing full, he was still craving the taste of sugar, and Jude didn’t want to let his boyfriend down. He rubbed discreetly at his growing belly, trying to ignore the burbling of his gut as it struggled to digest so many sweets.

Eden appeared at his side, offering an assortment of fresh cookies to taste. “Eat up. I’ve got two more batches of cupcakes baking, then we’ll be done. Is everything good so far?”

Jude nodded, swallowing thickly to get the last remnants of chocolate out of his mouth. “Of course. You’re a great baker.” He grabbed a cookie from the new plate, taking a bite before asking, “What flavours are the last cupcakes?”

“Vanilla and chocolate. Those sets are vegan, I wanted to have options for everyone.”

“Of course.” The thoughtfulness brought a smile to Jude’s face, and he slowed his eating to gaze up at Eden for a moment. Though they had been together a good while now, he would never cease to be pleased by the sight of his boyfriend. The light from the kitchen cast a gold glow on Eden’s curls, and his cheeks had a soft ruddiness from working by the heat of the oven. A sappy grin spread across Jude’s face, and he munched quietly, watching Eden shuffle back into the kitchen to start straightening up, his long, nimble fingers piling dishes into the sink to wash.

Jude grew distracted as his belly turned again. He paused his cookie eating to palm his swollen stomach, which had gone from feeling overfull to downright queasy. Maybe he should lay off the sweets, he thought. But how could he disappoint Eden? There were still more cookies on the plate, and cupcakes in the oven. If Jude didn’t eat them, poor insecure Eden would assume they were bad. Jude couldn’t let down his boyfriend like that. Swallowing the nauseous gurgle rising in his throat, he picked up the half-eaten cookie from his plate, finishing it and forcing himself to bite into the next one.

By the time Eden returned with cupcakes, Jude was miserably nauseous. He’d just forced down the last cookie a moment ago, and the idea of putting any more food in his stomach made his belly groan in protest. Forcing a smile, he murmured a quick thanks, squeezing Eden’s hand before the blond left to finish cleaning the kitchen.

Peeling at the cupcake wrappers, Jude wondered if there was anyway he could hide the two cakes in his napkin. The gurgling in his belly was only growing angrier, and it took all his willpower to bring the vanilla cupcake up to his lips. Overpowered by the sugary rush of frosting, Jude gagged, dropping the cupcake to clamp a hand over his mouth. His stomach lurched, threatening to send a wave of sick all over the table, and he barely swallowed it down. Scrambling to his feet, Jude bolted to the bathroom, ignoring the concerned voice of Eden behind him.

“Jude? Are you alright?” Eden stuck his head into the bathroom just in time to hear a noisy retch. Jude was slouched over the toilet, gagging and belching as his stomach expelled wave after wave of sugary vomit. Cringing sympathetically, Eden hurried over, kneeling down to rub his boyfriend’s back.

Jude moaned in discomfort, leaning back against Eden during a brief reprieve. “Ede? I don’t think I can finish the sweets.”

“Oh honey, of course not.” A wave of guilt washed over Eden as he came to a realization. “You didn’t have to eat all that…”

“I wanted to try it all.” Jude mumbled, burying his face in the crook of Eden’s neck. “You asked me to.”

Guilt hung heavy in Eden’s voice. “I’m sorry, Jude. I really am. I didn’t mean to make you feel pressured.” he held his boyfriend close, brushing Jude’s sweat-soaked fringe from his forehead.

“It’s not your - urp!” Jude pulled away, leaning back over the toilet bowl as a queasy belch brought up more sick. Eden kept an arm around him for support, rubbing Jude’s back with his other hand.

“That’s it, get it up.” Eden coaxed, “You’ll feel better when you’re done.”

Jude continued to puke for several minutes, heaving weakly as his stomach forced up the last of its contents. Eden’s fingers traced gently up and down Jude’s spine, and he waited patiently to ensure his boyfriend was done vomiting. When Jude finally settled, Eden grabbed a square of toilet paper, wiping Jude’s mouth and flushing the toilet.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” He murmured, helping the shaky brunette to his feet. They shuffled slowly down the hall, and once in their room, Eden eased Jude into bed. “I’m going to get some water, okay, sweetie?”

“Mmhm…” Jude nodded, gingerly curling up on his side, lifting his shirt to nurse his aching belly. He looked up as Eden returned, smiling weakly as his boyfriend crawled into bed with him.

“Slow sips.” Eden instructed, holding a water bottle to Jude’s lips. Once he had coaxed a bit of water into his boyfriend, he set the bottle aside, cozying up with Jude. “Would you like me to rub your belly?”

Jude’s eyes fluttered open, wide and delighted as he gazed at Eden. “Yes, please!” He rolled onto his back to expose his aching stomach, still slightly bloated from his foolish overstuffing.

Eden rested a hand against the warm, sensitive flesh, rubbing in slow, gentle circles. Sighing contently, Jude closed his eyes, relaxing as the turmoil in his belly started to fade. He yawned softly, pressing closer to Eden as he started to doze off. Eden smiled, kissing Jude’s forehead before murmuring a quiet goodnight. Though he still felt guilty for making Jude ill, Eden couldn’t help but feel flattered by tonight’s events. Jude cared more about Eden’s feelings than his own health and comfort. Though he wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it, Eden was immensely grateful to have such a good boyfriend.

#Lickstynine #emetoandotherthings #gift #submission

[hold-my-hair-back]

❤️ lickstynine

Oh, man, I don't know where to start with J. I'm older than him, but I sometimes forget that because he's like the wise old owl I visit when I need wisdom and guidance because my social skills are atrocious. It usually leads to us being bitter bitches about something and venting about it but it's honestly a great escape for me and it helps me get shit off my chest which feels nice. His blog is amazing and I scroll through it every day to make sure I haven't missed content. I absolutely loved collaborating with him on "Two Hot". I love you characters so much! @lickstynine

[toosicktoocare]

walt ‘motion sick’ world

Okay as part of a fic/art trade, I’m writing a little something something for @lickstynine‘s OCs Kit and Ellery based off the first choice on this post

Warning: Emeto 

Warning: I’m nervous af to write for someone else’s OCs, but I’ve been reading up on Kit and Ellery and adore both, so here goes nothing!

“Walt Disney World,” Kit mutters, lips curling up into a soft smile as studied eyes scan the massive sign hanging before the two. “Where Dreams Come True.” He adds, arching a brow as he drags his gaze toward Ellery. “Do you suppose we’ll have our dreams come true?” 

Dreams; Ellery considers the word. Just standing here is a dream within itself, he thinks, still utterly shocked at Kit’s easy decision to drop a load of money for the two to fly to Florida for their first date. And while the flight had been rough, with multiple trips to the bathroom to empty the little contents of his stomach, his previous discomfort has been abruptly forgotten as he becomes borderline mesmerized by the popping colors of the sign and the faint music fading out from the theme park

“It’ll be a dream if you don’t fry under this sun,” Ellery answers, voice holding an edge of worry as his gaze flicks away from the sign to Kit’s porcelain skin. 

“I won’t,” Kit says, tone cool, reassuring, so much that it pulls Ellery in like metal to a magnet. 

“Okay,” Ellery breathes out, placing his confidence in Kit’s relaxed shoulders as the two walk hand-in-hand into the park. 

It takes twenty minutes to fully reach the heart of the park for Ellery stops to gawk at every little thing: the benches with Disney characters seated, actors sporting flowing, glittery outfits and wide smiles, clusters of flowers framing the walkways, and people- masses and masses of people all exhibiting varying degrees of excitement that smooths over Ellery’s heart like a warm contagion. There’s so much to take in that he gets lost within the wonder of the park, but he’s ripped from his daze when Kit points toward a massive, wooden roller coaster in the near distance. 

“Let’s go on that one first.” 

“Starting big, yeah?” Ellery mutters along a nervous laugh while he eyes the cracking, trembling wood as the two approach the ride. 

“Why not?” Kit says with a shrug, and Ellery can do nothing but follow Kit toward the wavy line of guests waiting to board the ride. 

The wait has Ellery trembling slightly as his stomach twists from the mere sight of the ride, but he keeps his expression as cool as Kit’s demeanor despite his heart fluttering uncomfortably against his chest. And, he maintains this facade, even as the two slip into their seats when their turn arrives, yet his hands find the metal bar in front of the two, and he grips the bar tight enough to have his dark  knuckles fading to white as the ride rumbles to life. 

While Kit and the others on the ride scream excitedly, Ellery keeps his lips pressed firmly closed and his eyes squeezed tightly shut as their carts whip around sharp turns and jolt down big drops. He sucks in quick breaths through his nose while mentally counting in his head to distract himself, and before he knows it, the cart is coming to a stuttering stop. 

The two exit with the crowd, and it isn’t until they’re completely away from the ride that Kit turns to Ellery with a raised brow. 

“Alright?” 

Ellery’s legs are shaking, and his stomach is twisting into an uncomfortable knot that pulses into a painful cramp, but he nods along a shaky sigh and forces his lips up into a careful smile. 

“First ride jitters,” he lies, and Kit studies him for what feels like an endless moment before accepting the answer with a quick nod as he extends his hand. 

“Ready to go uncover more dreams?” 

Ellery’s clammy hand finds Kit’s, and their fingers intertwine. Ellery focuses Kit, falling head first into the grounded charm that is the young man walking beside him. 

*****

Ellery had found himself building a wall as the two bounced from ride to ride; he’s been nothing but determined to hide the nausea running rampant inside his stomach, but his wall’s crumbling fast, and the moment the fifth ride the two have gone on stops, his wall collapses under the weight of his heavy, churning stomach. 

He scrambles down the steps leading off the ride, legs buckling with each step, and the second he’s back on the ground, he quickly scans the surrounding area until he’s bolting toward a bright pink waste bin with Minnie Mouse’s face plastered across the side. 

He can faintly hear Kit calling out to him despite his heart thundering in his ears, but he pushes forward until he’s gripping the edges of the waste bin just as his stomach lurches violently, bringing with it an acidic mix of watery bile that burns against his throat. 

A hand falls against his back while a second smooths his hair from his clammy face. 

“Are you alright?” Kit asks, tone thick with sudden concern as Ellery trembles under his hand. 

Ellery lifts his head to meet Kit’s eyes, but a belch clips the words right from his tongue, and he turns his face back to the bin as his stomach lurches for a second time, bringing burning waves of bile that he heaves into the bin.

Kit’s silent as Ellery vomits; he only keeps a steady hand to Ellery’s shaking back, completely ignoring the varying looks of other guests as he pulls his entire focus to Ellery.

It’s five minutes until Ellery’s stomach settles, leaving him panting over the waste bin as sweat drips from his temples. Slowly, he straightens his back and turns an embarrassed gaze toward Kit. 

“I apologize,” he starts, voice but a painful rasp that only has him wincing when he tries to clear his throat. “My stomach simply did not agree with that last roller coaster, but I’m alright now.” 

Kit’s brows pull together as he takes in Ellery’s pale, damp face. “You’re alright now?” 

“Yes,” Ellery says, forcing his voice to sound confident, easy. “We can go on.” 

“You want to continue after that?” Kit questions slowly with a small gesture toward the waste bin. “You’re able to continue?” 

“Yes,” Ellery presses, prepared to argue that he’s a nurse and knows what he’s talking about, but Kit tilts his head slightly, hair slipping over his shoulder as he trains a studied gaze on Ellery’s poor pallor. 

“I’m not entirely sure about that,” Kit counters, but before Ellery can press further along his facade that’s cracking once more with each tremble of his limbs, Kit’s holding a hand up as he drags his gaze toward the relentless sun. 

“How about a rest? Somewhere cool and shady. My skin is beginning to feel rather warm.” 

Ellery’s attention moves from the dull nausea still twisting in his stomach to Kit’s faintly pink cheeks. “You’re right,” he starts. “We wouldn’t want you to burn.” 

Kit holds out a hand once more, and Ellery is quick to take it, palm trembling against Kit’s warm, steady one. 

“We’ll get some water and cool off out of the sun- see how we’re both feeling after that, alright?” 

Kit’s tone is so calm and easy that Ellery can’t help but nod, already swayed by the simple plan as the two start toward the closest restaurant.

#sickfic #ocs #lickstynine #other people's ocs #hoo buddy i probably hella butchered personalities #i can't even write my own ocs with their personalities #but ya girl gave it a good effort #i have like 90 tabs pulled up of their characteristics and what not #kit is a tricky one lemme tell you #alright i'll shut up #i hope this isn't too terrible! #tw: emeto

[sarah--writes-blog]

lickstynine

  Is it bad that I literally pick colors from...

oh, god,,, now I want to do this for my characters, but it would me a massive undertaking…

Do it and suffer with me. It’d be fun to make little pallets of those colors when they’re all picked, like a mood board or something.

Pantone Color Finder

#lickstynine #talking #reply

[torturing-characters-101]

What type of noises are made while vomiting? I am trying to write a sickfic where a character has the basic flu, but I don’t really know much about how vomiting really is. Also, I feel really weird writing it. Like, I wish there were more stories on the character, so that’s why I’m writing it, but do you have any tips on writing in general? Thanks ~

@emetoandotherthings has a great Guide to Vomit Sound Effects

I don’t have much in the way of general writing tips, aside from ‘write what you like, fuck the naysayers’ and spell check/grammar check is your friend.

If you want to message me, I’d be happy to beta-read and offer edits for your fic.

-Mod J (@lickstynine)

#emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #whump #puke #writing tips #illness #mod j

[lickstynine]

Characters I’m Currently Writing For

okay, so I’ve brought in a LOT of OCs over the years, but I’ve just completely lost the motivation to write certain characters. My connection or inspiration with them has fizzled out. I’m going to make a list of peeps I’m currently writing for, as well as the ones that are retired until stated otherwise. (but this may not be an exhaustive list because I’m forgetful, feel free to ask if there’s someone I didn’t mention).

I’m perfectly willing to answer questions about storylines for characters I’ve retired, cause I did have plans for a lot of them before I lost the spark. However, I will not answer questions that are just “aww why did you retire XXX? I liked them”

And of course I’m always open for questions and prompts about characters on my currently writing list.

Will Write:

Jace

Kit

Siofra

Kiera

Nicola

Ryan

Retired:

Luke

Asher

Felix

David

Kazu

Minato

Russ

Cody

Haley

Tamara

Brennan

Valentin

#lickstynine characters #lickstynine ocs