#like super queasy and gross

[l1ndseyper3z]

hellooo! would i be able to request adam stanheight hcs for comforting the reader when they’re on their period? if not thats fine! tyvm :) ❤️

hello hello hello! I'm sorry this took me so long, life has been stressful recently and in all honesty I didn't know I had this request! (I'm assuming there's a problem with my inbox)

Due to no speciation this will be written from a f! reader as that it what I am.most comfortable with! Thanks for the request anon 🫶

I'm also gonna start adding songs at the end of hc lists for funsies hehe

ADAM FAULKNER HELPING A READER ON THEIR PERIOD

(f!reader) (SFW)

requested

warnings: blood, discomfort.

Adam hates seeing you in pain. when you have cramps he does absolutely anything in his power to help you

he'll let you have a warm shower or bath, leave you some of his clothes and run out to get anything you may need e.g. pads/tampons, fluffy socks, your favourite snacks and paracetamol/an alternative painkiller

CUDDLES!!!

he does not leave you alone.

cuddles.

everything is up to you while your on your period

what music you listen to, the movies you two watch, the food you eat together, where you both go (if anywhere at all)

bless him he's such a sweetheart if you get blood on the bed or something

"hey hey hey baby it's okay, it's just blood. you go clean yourself up ill change the sheets"

in reality he's super queasy but he dosent mind

(he's not grossed out cause it's period blood he couldn't care less about that he just dosent like blood imo)

if you're cramps get really bad he may speak to Lawrence about it

he wouldn't trust any other doctor really and he knows how knowledge Lawrence is.

if you didn't want to go to a doctor he'd respect your decision but still keep an eye on it.

he dosent want you going through such intense pain when there may just be a prescription medication out there that can help.

your nights usually consist of cuddling in bed and watching your favourite movies while he plays with your hair.

he so has baths with you while you're on your period

I dunno I just get those vibes

he's such a sweetheart in general when you're on your period

10/10 <3

Thanks for the request anon I hope this is okay! Just a reminder to all that my requests are open 🫶

#saw posting #sawposting #jigsaw #saw 2004 #saw franchise #saw #saw movies #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #adam stanheight x reader #adam faulkner stanheight #adam faulkner #chainshipping #adam stanheight #x reader

[italiansteebie]

you know when you feel gross and kinda queasy and you don't know what's wrong but then you sit down and poop and life is great?

steve has had that experience too many times to give any other suggestions to the kids when their stomachs hurt other than "go take a shit."

and the various teens are like "ew, gross." but then they do and they feel 10x better and steve just looks at them like 😏

idk but

eventually it becomes his solution for every problem.

the kids are fighting? take a shit.

nervous about a test? shit.

tired? shit.

it carries over to robin too.

she's too nervous to talk to a girl? she just needs to take a shit.

cut to eddie being super nervous for a big gig with cc, like he's shaking and sweaty, and steve is like "don't worry baby, just go take a shit and it'll all be okay." and eddie's like ??? but does, and comes back and "it actually worked?" and steve is just like, "yeah."

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington headcanon #babysitter steve harrington #the party (stranger things) #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #best friend robin #steve harrington ficlet #steddie ficlet #steddie things

[rabbittf2x]

Hey!! Saw that your asks are open, would you mind doing The support class + Engineer and Demo is it’s not too many already with an oc who tends to have dark/creepy interests, forensics, horror, etc but a polar opposite personality? Being super outgoing and joking while they’re talking about super morbid stuff. Thanks so much!

Mercs with an Outgoing!Reader that’s morbidly curious

Includes: Engineer, Spy, Sniper, Demoman and Medic

Engineer💖

Engie really enjoyed your company. It was great to be around someone so outgoing and upbeat! So it really surprised him when you told him about… your interests

Engineer couldn’t believe that someone so cheery like yourself was obsessed with all that gory, gritty stuff. He thought it was weirdly charming though, and loved to cuddle up on the couch with you while watching horror movies

Engie wasn’t into creepy and dark things like you were, but supported your interests anyway. If he was out and saw some spooky knickknack or accessory, he immediately thought of you

Spy💖

Spy found your outgoing nature and morbid interests a good balance. He liked that not only were you a delightful person, but a little messed up. Just like he was

Spy enjoyed hearing you talk about your morbid, creepy interests. Anything from forensics, horror, or even straight up gore. He was all for it. Spy definitely didn’t care for the topic as much as you did, but added to your conversations anyway. He lived for that curious glint that twinkled in your eye as he told you horror stories of what he saw on the battlefield

You reminded Spy of romantic tragedies and raw, messy poems. You were a kindhearted soul that was lovingly sprinkled with blissfully morbid horrors. You were his kind of lover

Sniper💖

Sniper couldn’t believe that you were interested in all that nasty stuff! How can a ray of sunshine like yourself be so obsessed with gritty horrors and gory forensics? How?!

Sniper made peace with it eventually though. Just don’t bring up anything too gross or morbid. He often said to you, “you’re lucky you’re cute, mate.”

If you made him feel queasy talking about creepy stuff, just wrap your arms around him with that big ol’ smile of yours. He’d forget all about it and become putty in your hands

Sniper didn’t mind watching late night horror movies with you. He loved the closeness between the two of you, his arm wrapped snug around you as you cuddled on the couch. If he got scared at one of the scenes, he’d act real tough and hope that you didn’t notice. But your laughter usually said it all

Demoman💖

Your outgoing and cheery nature was something Demo could get behind! If it was your thing, don’t be surprised if he offered you to come have a beer with him and his mates. You were a pleasure to hang out with

It was safe to say that Demoman was shocked to hear you were interested in dark, creepy things. Such as forensics, horror and gore. But then again, it didn’t bother him. Demo would just shrug, and lift his drink up with a, “aye, cheers to that!” Clink!

The times you were talking to him about your morbid curiosities were usually the times when he was very drunk. You didn’t mind though. Because at least he actually sat and listened to what you were saying. Others usually didn’t really wanna hear about that dark stuff.

You were lucky you had such a good guy like Demo. He let you talk all night, no matter how drunk he was

Medic💖

Instant besties?!?!

Finally Medic had someone to talk about this stuff with! He was quite outgoing and jolly like yourself, so you both got along really well. Not only that, but he had a hugely morbid curiosity like you too. So morbid in fact, that he explored it through operating on his patients! :D

You were practically vibrating with joy when Medic let you watch as he performed surgery. He let you get in real close, and even allowed you to get your own hands bloody. The two of you laughed, joked and looked at dismembered body parts together

Medic had never felt so alive with someone. Conversations with you were never boring. You were up all night in the infirmary, chatting about horrific topics and playing around with fresh organs. Goodness, was this what love felt like?

#tf2 x reader #team fortress #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 #tf2 engineer #engineer x reader #tf2 spy #spy x reader #tf2 sniper #sniper x reader #demoman x reader #tf2 demoman #medic x reader #tf2 medic #rab.tf2

[sicjimin]

Hey, I saw your reblog of the list of dialogue!! 🥺 I hope you're well. How about a little drapple with...

15. "This is torture."

And

4. "Don't touch me. P-Please."

Maybe with mpreg Jimin, who's super sensitive and probably very emotional and caretaker Jungkook, who's just super worried and unsure of what to do. Feel free to change this up to how you like or to ignore this completely!! Thank you so much!! You're amazing!!

tw : mpreg

Jimin's gag reflex is on overdrive as every nerve in his abdomen fights the waves of queasiness crashing against his stomach and throat—roughly snatching him up from the sleep he just got around an hour ago.

Jimin hates being pregnant.

He groans, hands sleepily making it's way to his still flat-abdomen to give it a rub, craddling it as to guide it to find a more comfortable position ; that he hopes—would dissipate whatever this fluke he's feeling. But with the slightest movement, the insides of his torso are roiling and sloshing about as he tries desperately to keep his sanity as well as the contents of his belly from spilling out. A thick, foamy bile slowly creeps back up his throat.

Jimin takes a deep breathe.

His mind lingering around the youtube videos he stumbled upon about morning sickness—he should count his breathing. They say it could help. Or something like that, Jimin thinks as he tries to remember another video explaining how it works he watched in a bliss (he was too lazy to check out other ones.) He can't remember exactly. And he doesn't have time for another one anyways. So he settles on just doing it—it works until the second round of 10, when he starts to feel sick again. His entire body convulses violently, and before Jimin knows it, he’s retching.

He knows there's no way out from this one.

He coughs, jolting out of his bed as he clutching his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other. He races across the hallway and into the bathroom, his stomach heaving and undulating like a wave as he throws his head over a fresh, white bowl.

Jimin gags again—way too loud for his liking, his gut muscles squeezing the bile into his esophagus, forcing his chin to snap up as he desperately tries to suppress the urge to hurl. It's too late. With a click at his jaw, the floodgates opened. He barely can think when rush of vomit spilling out from his lips in a big wave —splashing onto the porcelain rim of the toilet.

Jimin coughs and sputters, trying his best to stop himself from throwing up more as he wants to keep some of his food (if there's any) that he tried so hard to eat today. But then his stomach twists as if it didn't like the idea at all. It growls in warning, and Jimin give up—he throws up again and again and again, until it's just dry heaving and the acid burns his sore throat.

As he leans against the toilet, catching his breath, Jungkook slowly wanders into the bathroom in a half-asleep daze, his face flushed with worry. He glances over to the room and sees a miserable Jimin hunched over the bowl, and stench of vomit permeating the air. Immediately, his eyes widen and he stares at his in disbelief. "Jimin? Love? Are you alright...? What's going on?"

Jimin barely can process that his boyfriend is there, as his abdomen tenses up as the urge to puke strikes again. Jungkook takes a step forward, as if to steady his, but Jimin brushed his hand, "D-don't .. gross", he chokes out, before vomits more violently than before—noise sends chills down his spine. "Hyung, oh my God..." The puddle beneath his head grows larger as the nausea forces his into an endless cycle of vomiting.

"Baby .. ssh .. take it easy", Jungkook mumbles in concern, rubbing a small circle into Jimin's back. He can practically feel the heat radiating off of Jimin’s body, even through the thin fabric of his sleep shirt. "You're going to get yourself even more sick…"

Jimin shakes his head. "No.. I..I'll be fine… Just.. give me a minute...."

The sound of retching finally comes to an end—he falls to his knees beside the toilet as he rests his forehead against the cold porcelain rim. Jungkook crouches beside him and gently places a hand on his back, brushing the bangs away from his face as Jimin leans into it.

"Better?", Jungkook asks quietly, voice laced with worry.

Jimin hums, “Still queasy ... this—", he breathes out, "This is torture", he replies quietly as he leans into the younger. Jungkook only pulls him closer, arms wrapping protectively around his shoulders, holding the younger against his chest. Jimin closes his eyes, relaxing into the touch; despite his body rejecting the comfort being offered—he's too warm. And the smell from Jungkook's shirt, mixed with lingering foul stench from his vomit and every bath products cooped in this tiny room with minimal ventilation, makes him want to gag again.

His nose scrunches up.

What is it?

"Did you smell it?", Jimin croaks as he leans back enough to look up at the boy in front of him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He can hear Jungkook sniffing the air around them, before shaking his head.

The two sit in silence for a few minutes before Jimin speaks once more. "There is... a smell ..", his stomach knots. "Did you use perfume or something?"

Jungkook freezes and pulls his head back a little in thought. "Huh? No …? Wait, why would i use perfume? I just woke up too?"

Jimin takes a deep breathe—trying to pull himself into a proper mindset that it must be his pregnancy makes everything heightened. Jungkook is not at fault ; but it wafts through him again—this time the acidic taste of stomach acids hitting his tongue in waves, and he barely managed to peeled himself away from the younger before a gag wracked his already weak form. He holds his stomach once more, as he dives his head deep into the bowl ; following the motion of water and bile to relieve the pain.

"Hyung .."

He could almost sense Jungkook's gaze on him, though he didn't bother lifting his head. "D-dont ..", Jimin rasps out as tears prick at the corners of his eyes, in a moment of lull, "Don't come close .. it's sme—", he pauses to cough out another gurgle.

"What?", Jungkook whispers as he gets closer to the elder, but Jimin frantically waves him off—for him, it feels like every step that Jungkook takes, intensifies whatever scent from him (or from this damn bathroom, he didn't know)—"Go", Jimin rasps, trying to hold back more bile, "It’ll make me puke even worse if you get closer", he wheezes out, before a heady burp pursed his lips to let out another gurgle of vomit.

"But hyung—", Jungkook begins, his brow furrowing at Jimin's obvious distress. "Are you sure—"

"Yes, Kookie." Jimin cuts him off, taking another deep gulp of air to clear the taste of bile and his saliva, before turning back to the bowl.

"Fine," Jungkook sighs heavily, feeling defeated as he sits on the edge of their bed. His heart clenches as his eyes tunnels at his boyfriend hunched figure that's slumped over the bowl, contracting every few seconds, and panting slightly.

He looks exhausted.

It hurts seeing Jimin this weak. Jungkook has never seen Jimin this way before.

Ever since they were young, he had always been strong, rarely get sick too. Never showed much weakness in front of Jungkook, but right now, it seems like all of his strength has deserted him.

Another 5 minutes passed, until Jimin staggered out of the bathroom. Legs swaying to carry himself back to the bed with the remaining energy he had left, "Better hyung?", Jungkook hurries to his side.

"Don't—", Jimin stops him before Jungkook could wrapped his arms around the older waist. His stomach turns at the thought of anyone touching him, especially with his fucked hormone and senses—everything still feel too much for him.

"Not now, Kook", he grunts out. Then he collapses in bed, pulling the blankets around him and burying his nose in them. He tries to calm down his rapidly beating heart, trying his hardest to ignore the pounding in his ears. And Jungkook's sad eyes.

He heard the younger sighs, followed by a low hesitant question, "Is there anything that i could help, love?", Jimin can almost imagine the puppy dog eyes, looking over at him with a hopeful yet concerned expression.

"...Nothing, Kookie," he manages to choke out, as his body starts to shakes with series of coughing fits. His throat burns. "Hyung is okay, i'm sorry"

"Can i still sleep here?", Jungkook asks again, but this time sounds like borderline a whines as he steps closer onto the bed. "Cuddle?"

Jimin scrunches his face, eyes darting between his boyfriend, and his empty stomach, "No, not tonight Kookie"

And Jimin will let himself feel bad tomorrow—when the baby decides to "accepts" his boyfriend embrace again—as he watches Jungkook deflate at his reply, and he takes his pillow and blanket outside the room.

"Okay... sleep well hyung"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!jungkook #and again another mpreg fic

[bellysoupset]

How do your OCs react to blood? Are they squeamish?

Hi there!

From least to most:

Wendy - Not squeamish at all. Not squeamish about blood or other bodily fluids.

Lucas - Large quantities of blood freak him out, but he doesn't mind little bits of it and other bodily fluids don't affect him in the least. Mostly he worries about hospitals, that's all.

Jonah - He REALLY doesn't mind blood, kinda likes it 🙈 but he's a sympathy puker and let's not even mention other stuff. So yeah, he goes under Luke because of that.

Bella - Other people's blood is whatever, seeing her own (not period) makes her a bit woozy. She'll go donate blood, but don't make her look. Other stuff doesn't bother her, and she watches pimple popping videos ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Vince - Same boat as Bella, though if he ate too much and you show him something gross or anything bloody, he'll feel sick. He needs an added factor for the squeamish to kick in (already sick with a bug, ate too much, headache, whatever), but it's there.

Leo - Blood freaks him out, though not to the point of a panic attack. His own blood? He gets super queasy. If you show him a pimple popping video he'll gag and if he's already not feeling a 100% he WILL puke.

#myocs #this is giving me plot bunnies

[secretobsessionstuff]

Hi, Max! I'd like to make a request to see Jory (1) nauseous and (2) pining over Dev. Maybe he's still recovering from that bug and he keeps getting super flustered whenever they check on him. Maybe he's not sure if he's still sick to his stomach from the bug, or if being the focus of his crush's attention is overwhelming enough to make him queasy...

Thank you so much for the beautiful request, Flick!! I hope it's good :)

This is a continuation of THIS fic.

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As soon as Dev opened the door to the apartment, Jory bolted for the bathroom. He had managed not to throw up in the bag that he’d been given for the ride home, but now his stomach was sick of being ignored. So very sick. 

“Wow, off you go, huh?” Dev said casually, closing the door behind them. They sighed and slowly took off their jacket. The sound of retching and sick hitting the toilet bowl filled the small space. Dev scrunched up their nose. 

They walked over to the bathroom and leaned in the doorway with their arms crossed. Jory would not have known by their expression, but Dev was battling an internal war about whether or not they should go and comfort him. 

It was easy when they were in the studio because the dude obviously needed someone to get him home in one piece. Dev had hardly thought about it as they helped him off the floor. Now in the apartment it was a different story. Jory was safely—albeit miserably—puking in a place where he could recover. He was no longer a junior artist in need of help, but a fully independent person who might rather be left alone. Their home bathroom was a much better place to suffer by himself, if that’s what Jory decided he wanted. In the end, the decision was his. 

“Are you…are you good?” Dev asked with one foot in and one foot out. “Do you want me to come in?”

Jory didn’t respond right away due to a rush of vomit that filled his mouth. The gush of sick came at a particular good time because it gave Jory a chance to think about his answer. 

On one hand he didn’t want to be alone. He never liked being alone when he was sick. But on the other hand, Dev’s presence made his stomach do summersaults. Not really what he needed in the throes of a stomach bug.

He also wasn’t thrilled about potential grossing out Dev who never asked to be stuck with a sick roommate. Of course, that logic didn’t make much sense, given how close Dev had gotten to him back at the studio. Dev had knelt right down next to him, putting their hand on his face. His skin was still tingling with the after-effects of that moment. 

Jory spat a glob of spit into the toilet, terrified by the fact that he no longer had an excuse to put off his answer. Dev was still waiting in the doorway, looking like a goshdarn Greek statue. Their sleeves had been pushed above their elbows, revealing tattooed forearms. Jory had many opportunities to gawk over Dev’s tattoos, but he never took the time to admire the veins woven between the ink. The veins were pushed to the surface of their skin from having their arms crossed. 

He sputtered like an exceptional idiot. “I-I don’t…I mean that sounds...” He put his hand on his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. “I guess…what was the question?” 

Dev sighed and dropped their arms to the side as they walked into the bathroom. “I think your fever is getting worse.” 

“Oh.” Jory exhaled deeply. At least Dev thought his rambling was caused by his temperature and not a stupid crush. He started to shake his head to clear the fog from his mind, but Dev must have assumed he was disagreeing about the fever.

“We’ve already been over this,” they said with their hands on their hips. “Look, I’ll prove it to you once and for all. Where’s your thermometer?” 

Jory pointed to the cabinet above the sink that Dev was already opening. It took his fevered mind a second to realize what was happening. By then it was too late, and Dev was right next to him, telling him to open his mouth. Thank God they didn’t grab his chin again because Jory would have simply passed out against Dev’s body. 

Jory felt his face heat up as Dev stared at him, the two of them waiting for the thermometer to beep. Jory tried to look away, but Dev’s constant gaze was hard to break away from. There was a faint amber circle around Dev’s pupil. It was almost swallowed by the green (or maybe brown) color of their iris, but it was there, hiding in the murkiness of their eye. Jory decided that he would dye his hair green next, with an amber circle around the crown of his head. 

“You look like shit,” Dev said quietly. 

Jory couldn’t help but smirk around the thermometer; Dev was looking at him just as closely as he’d been looking at them. Sure, Jory came to the conclusion that Dev had entrancing eyes, while Dev concluded that he looked like shit, but it was still a win. 

“Some people strive for the dishevelled look,” he said, trying to speak without moving his tongue. 

Dev cocked their head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Jory’s jaw wanted to drop on its own. He was getting up close and personal with so many of Dev’s smug facial expressions. “Too bad you passed dishevelled two pukes ago.” 

Finally, the thermometer beeped, and Dev took it from his mouth before he could. As they read the temperature, their smug look faded, morphing into one that Jory couldn’t place. “Well fuck,” they announced. 

“Ah so I was right all along and don’t really have a fever.”

Dev shook their head and set the thermometer aside. They let Jory’s comment stand without so much as clever retort. “It’s a lot higher than I thought.” 

Jory was taken aback by the sudden shift in Dev’s voice. It was soft. Worried. It was all wrong. He suddenly felt very safe with Dev, as if he could lay his head in their lap and he’d be looked after for the entire might. Their voice held the promise of comfort and compassion. They would run their fingers through his hair, they would shush him back to sleep when the fever dreams startled him awake, they would be there whenever he needed someone.

And Jory wanted all of it. 

He was going to be sick. 

Dev must have noticed the change in his demeanor, because they touched his burning cheek. “You’re really not well.” 

He swallowed thickly, feeling as if he’d been backed into a corner by the alluring villain in his sexually charged story. But this was no villain. It was Dev being gentle. It was so foreign to him. He knew then that Dev could do whatever they wanted, and he would love every second.

And it wasn’t just sex. Dev could change or reveal anything about themselves, and Jory would undoubtedly love every new facet that he uncovered. It scared him. This was dangerously far from a crush. 

His stomach was so very disturbed now. He put his palm against his aching belly and swallowed a wave of nausea. He wasn’t sure if the stomach bug was making his insides churn, or if he was nervous being so close to Dev. He could have left tattooing and become a lepidopterist with all the butterflies in his stomach. 

“Are you okay?” Dev asked, moving their hand to cup his cheek. “Your face has gone a funny colour.” 

Jory pulled away from Dev’s soft touch, “Mhm, I don’t feel so good.” 

A gurgle started in his stomach and crawled up his throat. It made him gag, lurching forward with a hand over his lips. A burp burst from his mouth and the next thing he knew he was vomiting up a thin stream of sick. Somehow, he made it into the toilet. 

He tried not to think about Dev’s hand on his back as he continued to bring up the contents of his stomach. It burned his throat and made tears fall onto his cheeks. 

This was his third time retching in front of Dev. It wasn’t getting easier. He still wanted to run away and never be seen again. The worst of all was that Dev’s hand never left his back. He didn’t think his stomach would ever settle if both of their bodies were in contact with one another. 

With a few more empty gags, he finished this round of vomiting. His belly was cramping, his skin was slick with sweat, and his heart was hammering in his chest. 

“Are you done?” Dev asked. 

He sniffled. “Yeah.” Jory blew his nose with toilet paper, then flushed away the mess. 

Dev helped him off the bathroom floor. “How are you feeling?”

This was weird, Jory thought as Dev walked him to his bedroom. He had to say something to get the old Dev back. This was too much. “I think I studied lepidopterology in another life.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” 

Jory sighed while he lowered himself into bed. “It’s the study of butterflies.” He pulled the blankets up by himself because Dev was too busy processing what he just said. There were still a couple little buggers flying around in his stomach, but he thought he could get to sleep no problem. “It’s a very challenging yet rewarding field of study.” 

“Alright, weirdo. Sleep tight, don’t let the”—Dev paused with their hand hovering by the light switch—“butterflies bite.” 

#emeto #emetophilia #emetophile #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto fiction #puke kink #vomit kink #my ocs #Jory #Dev #fever #emetophiliac #stomach bug fic #stomachache #stomach bug #fever fic #angst #h/c #hurt/comfort #vomiting #puking #belly kink #puke wihtout plot

[floral-poisons]

Hi! First off, I just want to say that I love all of your works!! It’s amazing how skilled you are with it, and anyone could tell that you put love and care into each one!

So here I am, jumping as soon as I see there’s some limited requests! Could I please request some headcanons for Octavinelle with a gender-neutral tiger beast man that hates fish due to the taste? There’s just something so funny about it to me and I don’t know why! Thank you if you accept this, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

ahhhh!! thank you so much anon! 😭😫 honestly it's you guys that keep me motivated to write for this blog. i really do love this blog and i'm proud of everything i write on here. it also gives me an outlet for my brainrot and such.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

there’s something great about the fact that you don’t like fish. it makes azul feel comfortable with the fact that you probably don’t like most seafood anyways. as an octopus merman, he was happy to not be eaten.

he found this out by coincidence. considering your taste buds were significantly better than other people’s, azul had enlisted in you to taste some recipes he was trying out.

“ugh! this tastes gross! like super salty aside from the salt!” you complained, your ears falling.

“oh my dear (y/n). i see, i see.” his eyes glinted. “would you settle for this month’s menu being poultry?”

“yes! please!” you grew up inland so you never really had fish. and the one time you had it when you visited your family on the coast, you almost threw up. it wasn’t the smell. it was just the taste. and the texture too.

“anything for you my dear.” he says.

JADE LEECH

fish was your weakness hm? jade figured as much even though you and your family grew up somewhere coastal. but this was something he could use to his advantage.

sometimes you would get a bit out of hand. your temper got the best of you. but jade had a way of keeping you in line.

“for causing such a ruckus yesterday (y/n), you’re going to have to prepare these fish for today.” jade put on some disposable gloves. “i’ll teach you how to filet a fish.”

“jade! please no!” you could taste the fish by smelling it and it made you feel slightly queasy.

“well then maybe you shouldn’t have caused a fight yesterday.” he sharpens the knife. “now, shall i start the demonstration? pay close attention.”

FLOYD LEECH

floyd cooking was not something...to expect. you didn’t even know he could cook. to be fair, he didn’t cook. he wanted to try it out. you found it a little bit weird that the first dish he cooked happened to be fish.

“tigger!!” he whines. “please try it! tell me how my cooking is. maybe azul will even let me innovate recipes~”

“ugh well...” you pursed your lips.

“please tigger!” he exclaims. you suddenly tensed up upon seeing his eyes. they were stormy, as if he was ready to pounce on you like you were the gazelle.

“alright, alright.”

you would suck it up for floyd.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #tweels

[danafeelingsick]

Hello! It's me again, the one who asked permission to write somwthing based off your art!

Lemme ask you something real quick!

Tristamp Vash's been around for about 150 years, do you think he ever got sick during this time?

If he has never been sick in his life, do you think his plant powers would make it even worse?

Can you imagine him feeling sick/nauseous for the first time and not understanding what is happening with his body?

I dont know why, I can see his powers making him suffer a little more with what to Meryl is something normal

hi there! thanks so much for your interest. i'm honored some of my art inspired you (˶◜ᵕ◝˶) hope this ramble down here made any sense though:

i think maybe yes. even though I love the trope of a non-human sickie experiencing nausea for the first time, i feel like tristamp vash needing to eat and sleep leaves him very vulnerable to picking up a stomach bug or eating something bad. we already know '98 and trimax both get sick, i think trimax vash even had a chapter where he was sick and feverish (but it didn't go into detail sadly). and when that happens he probably gets very sick for several days, and has to deal with that all by himself. or maybe he returns to Home for help.

but if you'd rather go the route of he never got sick before and the first time happens around Meryl, Wolfwood and Roberto, then you can also excuse it by him being around humans for long enough got him sick (he picked up something off them). i mean, do scenarios like that even need an explanation?

going into light spoilers for tri/gun stam/pede here!

ooh, and i totally can imagine him experiencing nausea for the first time. he doesn't notice the first symptoms since he has a good tolerance for pain, but internal pain he doesn't know the cause is a new one. so he ignores the shivers, the discomfort, but that stomach-sinking feeling every now and then he can't really place it. and when he starts to feel queasy it's such a foreign feeling he can't help but get anxious, not knowing what's wrong. it evolves to a point where he is dizzy, he so feels bad, he feels heavy, gross and slimy and he just needs to sit down and try to collect himself, and maybe keep himself from crying.

or he could just not get sick that often because his body probably knows how to deal with it, or he isn't as susceptible to illness. it has to be something very gnarly to get him actually sick, like exhaustion and lack of care, some made-up bug only plants get.

about his plant anatomy when sick: aside from the glowing patterns showing up if he's too weak to surpress them, maybe they show up exactly where it hurts (maybe they light a trail from his belly all the way up to his throat when he's about to puke 😳). vash being a plant (this is my own interpretation and do remember i am fairly dumb with those things) means he can transform his energy into other things, although it's something he can't quite control, so when he's sick these processes get all twisted. he probably produces a lot of heat and gets super high fevers, like could burn – not really burn but make it uncomfortable to the touch – someone if they try to hold him for too long. he can't handle food at all, so giving him soup is just so he'll have something to vomit because that won't stay down, and he won't really be able to digest it. maybe those black vines come out of his limbs too, but those either don't last long or he won't let anyone see them. and i feel like Vash could influence the smaller life-forms around him when he's sick, so they often quarantined him back in Home so it wouldn't damage the flora there, or maybe all of the worms would avoid him if he was in the desert, he probably avoided the citys too, just in case whatever he had was contagious.

it's all down hill from there. he doesn't really know how to hold in his vomit, or what nausea even feels like, so when he starts gagging and feeling like his belly is trying to turn itself out, the fear finally gets to him.

i feel like he would be very guilty and apologetic about vomiting once he knows what it is exactly. he doesn't need as much food as humans do, resources are scarce, but he does feel hunger and thirst, and it still feel wrong about wasting anything.

ooo rant over

#dana//rambles #dana rambles about tri/gun

[that-slurmp-individual]

I sit inside the breakroom at the great superstore I watch a rerun of The Price is Right. It seems to be around the late 70s early 80s. I think to myself about how my judgement is probably misplaced, and I am wrong in my guess at the time frame of this program. I find myself enthralled by this episodes context. And disgusted by its content.

The history is what I find cool. Being born in the 2000s, I find images of my parents' young adulthood quite interesting. The hair, color's and overall style. The many microphone wires. You dont often think about it, but you dont see that nowadays on modern primetime gameshows. People's mannerisms even, how they act and hold themselves is so different. They are so excited to be there. When Bob Barker enters the stage, they treat him with utter reverence. They stand, clap, and cheer. He stand, and smiles that plastic smile of his.

This was when the disgust began to set in.

It's the entire point of the show. Enfatuation with consumerism, television, and Bob Barker. I'm not going to get super political. However, I'm sure you know where I could and would go if I did. It just kinda made me feel queasy. To an extent as an American. That part of society has always made me feel gross, and it only has me wondering what MODERN price is right looks like. Something tells me it's not too much different.

Dear reader, I will follow this lead. I shall update once I myself am updated on the current state of Americans' obsession with retail and the price is right.

[terrifyingstories]

meet the tanners 

twins. guardians. curly redheaded disasters. most likely to end up fired for breaking rules to do the Right Thing and help out the people they care for 

sasha radiates big sibling energy and falls into that role a lot, accustomed to caring for their sick and aging father and comfortable in a protective role with her brother, but mikhail is actually just slightly older, and there are times when he’s very much the older brother taking care of her and she really counts on that and my heart swells very much. 

sasha is aromantic and doesn’t get their romantic mess of a brother at all. while sasha doesn’t feel much in the way of romantic feelings, mikhail invented being in love with his wife. no one does it like him. the laughing stock at work because he chases birds around taking pictures for his wife because she loves birds and they make her happy and he doesn’t care one bit. however, both are bisexual and super sexy. 

they both love music and have beautiful voices, would probably be a really incredible sibling duo in another life. sasha still sings in this one just for the enjoyment of it (as in like, in public, if the opportunity presents itself), whereas mikhail sings and hums to himself without realizing and annoys all of his coworkers (and sometimes intentionally to his wife, in a much more tender and personal way.) 

sasha’s a big ‘daughter’ fan along with many other artists in the alternative/indie genre. likes that deep, sad music that makes you feel, and likes it loud enough to blow her eardrums out. they feel like it’s all that keeps them sane sometimes. mikhail’s more indie/folk as well as opera. neither are picky though and love listening to and experimenting with different sounds. it’s something they both really enjoy and something of a bonding activity for them. 

both have fairly frequent nightmares. sasha used to sleep with a stake in hand until they woke up in the middle of the night to mikhail trying to disarm them after they’d reacted to him trying to wake them by trying to stake him. he still has a scar down his neck edging upwards onto his jaw from the incident. the life of a guardian is hard and filled with violence and they’ve been given very few resources to cope with it. mikhail’s struggles are more internal, but no less present. 

mikhail grapples heavily with depression. 

both very good caretakers who will are incredibly incredibly loyal and will stick with you to the end no matter the cost to themselves. they’ve demonstrated this loyalty and paid for it dearly and they wouldn’t change a thing. however, their approaches are different; both are good on an individual or micro level, but sasha tends to focus on the big picture and where staying with the person in need comes very naturally to mikhail. 

while sasha is excellent at taking care of those under their care, they become impatient and restless when they can’t do more. sasha needs activity, action. she’s sharp and good at understanding implications and reading in between the lines and picking up on important nuances but not as in tune with individuals on a personal basis as mikhail is and when it comes down to it, she’s looking at the system as a whole and the harm it is causing the people she cares for and how does she make it stop. in contrast, while mikhail is ready to show up and do whatever is needed, his thought process is how to i support and empower the people around me? how do i elevate their voices? how do i make things better for them? how am i there for them?, which in turn leads to broader involvement rather than the other way around. mikhail understands that sitting with you is doing something, and he’s okay doing that if that’s what you need. 

mikhail’s a science nerd. sasha thinks it’s gross. they secretly get queasy at the experiments. he teases her about it and she can’t stand him. 

raised mostly by their grandparents. their mother was a guardian who was killed in battle when they were rather young. had no knowledge of their moroi father until they were both older, and he had no knowledge of them. they reconnected when their father discovered their existence and made contact. they both become very close with him, and sasha was assigned nearby. he later became sick, and she bore the brunt of caring for him as mikhail was stationed far away and couldn’t be around. 

they love each other fiercely but don’t always understand each other, which can lead to a lot of hurt and painful miscommunication. a lot of this is amplified by guardian life, which can keep people separate even when they live in the same zip code. they live very hard lives and have very few opportunities to heal past wounds, but they’d do anything for each other. 

#i will have grown back. #i've known darkness. #meta: sasha. #meta: mikhail. #complicated sexy disaster siblings of my heart #long post for ts #meta.

[caterinavalcntine]

Was that ARIANA GRANDE? Oh no no, that was just CAT VALENTINE , a CANON CHARACTER from VICTORIOUS / SAM & CAT. They are TWENTY-NINE years old, use SHE / HER, and ARE aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

caterina hannah valentine was born on june 26, 1993

she’s been in washington for 10 years. she went to bed one night and when she opened her eyes, she was standing in the middle of a park in her favorite purple cheetah print jammies and unicorn slippers

works as a veterinarian

doesn’t think any magic has affected her, but she knows it exists and is fascinated by most, but scared of some of it

as a child and teen, she could be considered stupid and flighty. as she got older, she matured. she still has the same fun, carefree personality, but she’s slightly more distinguished, a bit less flighty ( but she still faints if she gets too scared ), knows more about things ( but still asks stupid or concerning questions ), doesn’t have as many triggers and offsettings, and she no longer has that high pitched baby voice ( thank you, trauma therapy )

will do anything for her friends

super loyal to family and friends

forgives too easily

loves anything pink, purple, cute, shiny, shimmery, pastel or glittery

doesn’t care much for drama movies, but loves comedy

finds puppets hilarious

conditioned to handling people being mean or aggressive towards her, but ultimately feels bad because she thinks she did something to cause it

will never do anything to purposely upset anyone

always apologizing

always has candy on her ( but no longer keeps it in her bra )

if you see someone on skates, it’s her. it’s either her rollerskates or her heely skate shoes ( think arizona robbins of grey’s anatomy )

can entertain herself with pretty much anything. if she’s just sitting in the park and has nothing to do, she’ll tie grass blades together. she can spend hours making grass jewelry

has some wild stories about her brother

will go above and beyond for the people she loves. if she considers you a friend, you’re basically her family and she’ll support you in your endeavors, even if she doesn’t necessarily agree with them

loves all animals, even the ‘bad’ ones. she thinks every animal has its place and should be respected

she’s the annoying little sister type friend

no one would guess it, but cat’s the type to sleep around. girls, boys, others, doesn’t matter. she has no preference when it comes to gender, identity, or orientation, she just likes to feel good

always drinking water or milk. she prefers milk over anything ( and she doesn’t understand why people think it’s weird or gross ), but water is normally her go to when it comes to being a guest at someone’s house or eating out somewhere. she very rarely drinks carbonated drinks, but when she does, it’s usually root beer

has never and will never tell a lie. she can’t do it, it makes her tummy rumbly and makes her queasy and feel icky

doesn’t know what to do during awkward situations and tends to make them even more awkward

will never call you out on something, even if it upsets her. she doesn’t have the courage

#hw: intro

[mywishingwell]

Things I'm finding annoying/gross in pregnancy:

1. My poor, dear cats. The aversion started in early pregnancy, and it has gotten better, but often I look at them with the Florence Pugh ☹️ face - especially when they're licking themselves. Idk I think all animals animals are giving me the ick but these ones live in my house.

2. The school run. I am so thankful my neighbour takes my son to school for me on a morning. So thankful. I'm so lucky. It's just when I go to pick him up the pelvic girdle pain kicks off and there's approximately 2827 teenagers to walk through as I happen to live on a street close to a high school and a lot of these kids have parents etc who pick them up on the street I live in. So there's cars mounting the curb (sometimes a lil too close for comfort), there's teenagers everywhere and most are respectful but a couple act like they're gonna walk right through my heavily pregnant ass if I don't step into traffic. I hold my ground, but it pisses me off, and I'm at the point where I'm struggling to hold my tongue. My sons school is so close to where I live, that's fab, so I try to set off so I arrive just as the doors open so that I can skedaddle home w/o having to stand in that playground feeling awkward. Idk why I feel awkward. But the whole shabbang gives me anxiety and I'm at the point now where the walk there and back is so, so painful. I'm practically hobbling by the time I get back home with my son.

3. Rice. We have a rice cooker and I love rice cookers but during pregnancy, the smell of rice cooking (??? Yeah, I know, wtf ???) turns my stomach. I also aren't a fan of how it tastes. Even though it doesn't really taste of anything. Every so often I get rice and it's nice, but most of the time I waste what's on my plate.

4. The smell of the air fryer. No matter what its cooking, it emits a smell I can't stand. I think this goes back to when my sickness was at hyperemesis gravidarum levels and my partner would come home and throw some stuff in the air fryer to make a quick dinner for both himself and my son. I'd often have chips/fries that were cooked in there and I'd be struggling to eat them but they usually stayed down when I did manage it. So I think that's an association thing and I hope one day the smell of the air fryer doesn't turn my stomach.

6. Strong artificial smells like air fresheners that are either in aerosol form or one you might plug into a wall. In particular, citrus smells make me queasy. I used to like using lemon dish soap and floor cleaners etc, but now anything lemon-y is a no go.

7. Male anatomy. My libido is dead. My libido shows up once every 3 weeks for about 29 minutes and until then everything related to penis obligations gives me the ick. I'm just like I'm carrying a human baby inside of me and my body is now huge and doing gross things and I don't feel good and there's not a part of me that feels like a sexual creature. Send your regards to my partner who's been super patient with me during this time.

...this was a completely useless post BUT I just felt the need to get it off my chest. 7 weeks to go, give or take!

- // 14:34, Tuesday 30th April 2024.

#ranting again #motherhood #aversions #pregnancy aversions

[splat20]

Orin is the type of character I would normally like but something about her armor squicks me out so bad. I realize that's kind of a funny thing to say. She is most likely wearing human skin -- that is understandably something gross LMAO But I'm a horror fan! I really don't mind over-the-top fantasy gore most of the time. I even ascribe by the Clive Barker philosophy of "well if you put the undulating flesh pile in bdsm gear, that's basically just camp" LOL So I don't know what it is about Orin's design in particular that gets to me, but I just find her gross in the most basic of ways. Fanart is easier for me to look at, but her game design makes me a little queasy sometimes. Unfortunate, because she's a fun murder queen and also her hair is great.

As an aside, it's also kinda funny to me when people wear her armor and dye it so it just looks flowery or ornamental... Guys, that's still human skin LOL My brain is just so unwilling to suspend my disbelief in this one super specific area, it kills me a little inside.

#rambling

[bishiglomper]

You know last night I realized i might be extra depressed, probably with the state of the house and the fact we all feel too shitty to do anything about it. And its bad. Like we put cardboard on the floor because the carpet is just too gross. And bong water is pooping in the dining room. I pick up what i see but... Theres so much crap in there to get to anything.

But today I woke up at 9.. And didn't feel super tired or blah. And i realized i had a doctor's appointment for labs. I washed my hair and got dressed and medicated the 2 kitties. I was feeling very productive, i wanted to make progress on the house today.

And mom jumped right out of bed to take me. And we went to the grocery store. O:

But the store is what did me in. First my back got tired and twingy, then my hip locked up and my right arm has been fucked up with tendonitis or something the last 2 days. And then i started getting some kind of headache and queasy.

Like usually my main problem is general malaise. Just feeling sick and blah. Like just existing is difficult. Internal yuck.

But thats not really there today which probably helped the mental status, but theres this conglomeration of other side effects. If it were just one thing at a time, I could suck it up, but..

I have super shitty fortitude. 😐

It made me cry. I'm such a whiny useless baby who cant function and I'm sick and tired of it.

[softlittleheartsandsparkles]

TW: BLOOD, if your going to mention blood /bleeding /anal bleeding can you pleeeeeeease do a tw. even in passing cause it makes me super queasy, love your blog sae but really the topic is making my stomach turn and I feel like I'm going to vomit.

I can try but to be honest, it's going to be hard to remember. My memory isn't the best. I also don't want people to try to shame me for speaking about my symptoms either. Like I get they sound gross, and I also feel queasy dealing with them. But I don't want people to try to apply pressure/shame thru me talking about my symptoms and experience. (I don't post pictures of this stuff cause thats a different sorta over sharing. >->;' ) But if this is coming from a space of like real discomfort with blood, I can try. But no promises I can remember. The other thing I can offer is -> I do tag stuff as scribbles, anything with text/ that's personal I tag as that. Just like asks. So you could spoil that tag for yourself on your end if you want for the next little bit.

#scribbles #tw:blood

[bellysoupset]

feeling like reading a gross fic of someone just SUPER queasy from eating too much but it won't come up