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rainiishowers · 2 years

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Hi your majesty! May I request the brothers reacting to Luke having an anxiety attack because someone compared him to a demon? With a sprinkle of hurt/comfort?

( for context: During Luke's birthday event, Leviathan says "for an angel, you sure are acting demonic right now!" Which in turn causes Luke to go into a state of shock and semi panic. And it's my personal Headcanon that Luke is slightly paranoid about seeming even slightly similar to a demon due to Michaels constant instances that demons are eww. Which is why luke is so admint that demons are evil, because seeming even slightly like one would both dissapoint Michael and make him think he's this evil "monster" despite literally being nothing like that. Sorry for the rambling! )

A/N: This request is amazing Anon (I'm flattered you called me your majesty???) I don't know much about anxiety/panic attacks because I never had any (at least, I don't think so-) but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! PS: I like to think Mammon is extremely protective of Luke, and that will be reflected lmao

Tags: @sufzku

Warnings: Anxiety attack, skull crushing, mentions of cannibalism and torture, heaving, mangled limbs/body -----

Short Story:

Luke kept his head down as he held onto Simeon’s hand, walking back to Purgatory Hall with him. Simeon, on the other hand, was extremely worried for Luke. He was going to ask what was wrong until he saw a paper ball hit the back of Luke’s head. He quickly looks to see who could possibly do it, and it was a lower level envy demon. “Pfft- Oh look, I hit Cute Lil Angel Boy” They pout, before howling with laughter. “Please! You’re just as worse as us demons!” Simeon wanted to say something but he felt Luke tug on his arm. When he looks down, he saw Luke heavily breathing as the small angel felt dizzy and sweaty. He lost his vision and couldn’t hear the avatar of sins ready to beat the shit out of the lower envy demon. Reactions:

Lucifer

He was there just in time to see the whole thing unfold, to the demon making the paper ball, to Luke spiraling into a panic attack.

Even if he made fun of Luke, he still cared for him, and he was an exchange student, so he couldn’t just stand by to let this happen

Lucifer glances at Simeon, to which he nods and leads Luke to a safer place so he can calm him down

The eldest stares daggers into the envy demon before casting a binding spell on the perpetrator

He drags them to the, luckily empty, student council office and begins to.. punish the individual

The scars Lucifer had left were both mental and physical

“Filthy rats should know their place.”

Mammon

Listen..

Luke and Simeon was like his second family, so you can imagine he isn’t too happy about this

He saw Luke spiraling and immediately set out to help him first

Luckily the dude who compared him to a demon was too stunned to speak as Mammon helped Luke get grounded before it got any worse

When he did, Simeon led Luke to a safer area, knowing what was about to happen

Mammon then quietly stood up, shooting sharp ass daggers into the envy demon

The eye daggers was almost as sharp as Mammon’s horns as the avatar of greed charged at him like an angry bull, piercing the dude’s stomach with his horns

He wasn’t just not happy, oh no, he was enraged, a protective rage if you will

Mammon dragged the envy demon to an alley and threw them against a big trashcan so hard it bent.

He left them to rot, checking up on Luke and Simeon to make sure they are okay

“Luke, why don’t we go get some ice cream, yea?”

Leviathan

Funnily enough, he recognized this envy demon as one of his soldiers in the Hells Navy

Feeling like he had power there, and honestly he did, he walks over, only to cause panic in the envy demon as he recognized the grand admiral

He looks at the two angels and the demon, like he was inspecting something with a look of disgust in his eyes

He walks over to Luke with a more gentle look and helps to ground him

Once he did, he tells Simeon and Luke to go back to Purgatory Hall

And once they leave, the envy demon knew they fucked up

It didn’t take long for the envy demon to start heaving out seaweed

They continued to do so until Levi thought it was enough and walked over to their hunched over body

He leaned down, Levi looked dead serious as they stare at each other.

“Do that again, and your punishment will be much, much worse, understood?”

Satan

When he sees this, he goes straight to grounding Luke, like most of his brothers, unluckily for the demon, they took this as a sign to book it

When that’s done with, Simeon and Luke leave to a more safe spot

The security the envy demon felt was short lasted as Satan went straight to knocking the dude down with his tail and crushing his skull with his foot

The cries didn’t stop him, it was the dead silence proving they were dead that made him stop

He rolls his eyes and kicks the body a few times before going to check on Luke

“Are you alright now, Luke?”

Asmodeus

Ooh boy, this ‘bout to get dark fast

When he sees this, he feels disgust and pity

Before going to Luke, he taps the individual on the shoulder with a sickly sweet smile before jabbing his venomous tail to the dudes stomach before casting a silencing spell on him

He goes to the two angels to try and help the smaller one ground back to reality, luckily, he learned a thing or two from Satan, as well as his own encouraging words, which helped him

When that’s done and dealt with,and the two are long gone, he goes to the dude and kicks them to the ground, injecting them with more venom

He laughs when he crushes their skull, like it was some sort of sick joke

Asmo leans down and grabs their mangled face, squishing their cheeks as if they were a child, before harshly dropping the face and crushing on it some more

Be it a lesson to all those who try to bully his cute little chihuahua friend

“Awww, aren’t you the cutest~? Too bad that I have to crush your skull..~”

Beelzebub

Protective rage part 2

Sees Luke violently shaking and the demon laughing their ass off

It didn’t take long to put two and two together

He walks over to the demon and their laughing died down as his shadow crept over them

Before the demon could plead any apology, Beel picked him up with ease and threw him against the wall

Luckily the two angels left before Beel did anything too bad

And that part was.. eating the dudes limbs

Yea.. safe to say any witnesses would definitely not be messing with the angels

“Bleh- Not even tasty..”

Belphegor

He was lazing around when he saw it

Belphie groans and mumbles about how much of a nuisance lower level demons are

He wasn’t going even attempt at comforting Luke, instead, he goes to the person, gave them his most deadly glare

“You’re going to regret that.”

The demon laughed and brushed it off, but the way he said it was certainly threatening enough for him to worry

And you know what? A few minutes later, while the dude was napping in the safety of him home, Belphie infested his dreams and turned them into nightmares so real that the dude was afraid to even sleep

The next day, he was amused to see that the person looked ready to pass out, but couldn’t for the fear that those nightmares would come back.

He simply asked Beel to take care of them after that, not having the energy to do it himself.

“Pfft- I haven’t had this much fun for a while.”

Short Aftermath (ft. Mammon, Luke and Simeon):

“.Thanks for taking me out for ice cream..”

Mammon snorts a bit at Luke’s thanks. He simply shrugs and ruffles his hair. “Don’t mention it, kid.” The small angel huffs at the nickname, but it was at least tolerable when it came to Mammon. “I’m sorry you got caught up in this, Mammon” Simeon sighs. “Eh it’s fine” He looks ahead.

He knew how much Luke trusted, looked up and followed Michael; while he didn’t think he deserved that trust Luke has in him, he wasn’t going to destroy his views at such a young age. He knew that all they preached, all they believed in were that demons were filthy creatures, and that wasn’t all true.

He just hoped Luke would recognize that at some point.

#obey me shall we date #om! brothers #om! angels #no mc #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! simeon #om! luke #cw: anxiety attack #cw: cannibalism #cw: torture #cw: heaving #cw: mangled body

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moonsun2010 · 8 months

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our uni held an art jam, so i got to try my hand at painting! quite fun even if half the time was spent panicking over the values

#dracula #dracula daily #my art #note to self: dd2023 #cw eye contact #cw scopophobia #for my 1st time doing trad painting since childhood id say not bad #had to use that 3/4 bust lmao i cant handle anything more complex for this #yknow i never really understood why ppl would want prints until i spent like 15 mins straight staring at this in my hands. like ''oh.''#this watercolour paper is crazy good it didnt even leak even with all the water and paint i heaved on it #re: dracula

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lucabyte · 2 months

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cleaned up NoHats doodle from the middle of the original discussion because i think its important to understand in what tone of voice @samhainian and i are saying

#[final fantasy victory fanfaire noise plays and then quickly begins to flounder out of tune]#this was a very vivid mental image to me so you guys all also get to see it. the idea of trying to hurl while your body just. cant. god.#as much as this is a jokey shitpost the horrors are real. to me. <3 #Nohats AU #in stars and time #isat #isat spoilers #isat fanart #isat act 5 spoilers #isat act 6 spoilers #isat loop #doodlebyte #emetophobia cw #being cautious because i dont wanna just dump an image of a beloved character dry heaving into a tag w/out warning #tell me if that usage of the tag is wrong ??

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ask-spiderpool · 2 years

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M!A - Wade has to tell the truth for 2 remaining asks.

twitter | insta | ko-fi

#ask-spiderpool #main #flashback #cw guns #cw death #cw cancer #anita lotta love #heaves and collapses and dies #i worked so hard on this

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boobexplosion · 4 months

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i have a 22 year old asexual friend who was KICKED OUT OF HIS CHRISTIAN HOME FOR BEING ACE. i have loved ones who have been sexually assaulted by full cishet people in an ATTEMPT TO FIX THEIR ASEXUALITY.

i have had ARO FRIENDS BE CALLED MANIPULATIVE BECAUSE THEY STATED THEY WERE FULLY ARO BEFORE SEX, and AFTER SEX WERE HARASSED FOR NOT DATING THE PERSON

ACES AND AROS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN HERE

BEING QUEER IS NOT DETERMINED BY YOUR LEVEL OF OPPRESSION

#“flames..... flames down the side of my face!”#“burning heaving”#tw sa #cw sa #sa mention #ace #aro #aces have aven #aces dni #aros dni #asexuals arent queer #keep asexuals out #anti asexual #anti aromantic #aces not welcome #my tags are contradictory to reach the bigots

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salembutnotthecat · 3 months

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Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day Three

Bad news = bad stomach | Torture (Figuratively speaking) (Alternative Prompt)

@monthofsick

trying my hand at supernatural characters (inherited OCs).

tw for dry heaving, supernatural (not the show) characters, half ghost character (implied partial death? idk how to properly tw that)

if you have questions or want more, feel free to ask!

In the dimly lit study of his Victorian manor, Amancio anxiously awaited Neschume's return.

The old vampire, who had witnessed the passage of time since the Victorian era, had taken it upon himself to train immortals in the ways of harnessing their unique powers. Neschume, his current apprentice, was a curious mix of ghost and human.

As the clock ticked away the minutes, Amancio couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was amiss.

The shadows in his study seemed to dance with an unusual tension. Perhaps it was the impending storm outside, and Neschume was nowhere near the manor at the moment. Amancio couldn’t feel him. But there was a deeper instinct gnawing at the edges of his senses.

Neschume had ventured out to acquaint himself with the manor and the surrounding countryside. Amancio trusted the young half-ghost, half-human to navigate the quaint town and its secrets.

However, with each passing moment, the gnawing feeling intensified, and Amancio found himself pacing the study floor.

In the silence, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder, Amancio's acute senses strained to detect any disturbance. A subtle chill filled the air, distinct from the usual atmosphere of the manor.

As he waited, a nagging thought clawed at his consciousness, a realization that his own well-being was entangled with the inexplicable unease.

Neschume's delay only added to the foreboding atmosphere. Amancio, though immortal, felt a rare vulnerability creeping in.

The door to Amancio’s study finally creaked open, Neschume stumbled into the study, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Where have you been wraithling?” Amancio questioned, “The weather is beginning to seem concerning.”

“I lost track of time, Amancio.” Neschume said, “The town and its surroundings are fascinating."

Amancio, his piercing gaze fixed on the half-ghost, half-human apprentice, couldn't shake off the lingering sense of unease.

“Neschume, something feels off. Did you sense anything unusual during your exploration?"

Neschume scratched his head, pondering the question. "No, everything seemed normal to me. Just a typical town, nothing out of the ordinary."

The vampire continued his scrutiny, his instinct urging him to delve deeper. "Are you certain? No peculiar occurrences, disturbances, or even a change in the air?"

Neschume shook his head, but the questioning intensified. Amancio's inquiries became more specific, probing for any anomaly that might explain his unsettling premonition. Yet, as their conversation progressed, a foreign sensation crept over Amancio — a strange churn in his stomach.

Clutching his abdomen, Amancio halted the questioning. Confusion etched across his immortal features as he grappled with the unfamiliar sensation. Nausea, an affliction he hadn't experienced in centuries, now gripped him.

Neschume, sensing his mentor's distress, took a step closer. "Amancio, are you alright?"

Amancio, still grappling with the sensation, managed to utter, "I... I don't know. This is... unfamiliar."

As the vampire struggled with the unexpected onslaught of sickness, Neschume's concern deepened.

There was a sort of panic in Amancio’s eyes. One Neschume truthfully hadn’t seen put of his mentor, ever.

Neschume's concern deepened as he saw Amancio's distress intensify. "Amancio, what can I do to help?"

Amancio, his usually composed demeanor now marred by discomfort, leaned heavily against his desk. "It's... unfamiliar, Neschume. I haven't felt this way in centuries."

Neschume, drawing from his own human experiences, approached Amancio cautiously. "Maybe you need to sit down. Is there something you normally do when you feel like this?"

Amancio, gritting his teeth against the persistent waves of nausea, attempted to reply. "I... I'm not sure. I haven't faced this in so long. It's as if my body has forgotten how to handle it."

As Neschume guided Amancio to a chair, the vampire's attempts to communicate became more labored. Dry heaves convulsed through him, his body betraying its immortality with each involuntary spasm.

Neschume panicked, grabbing a decorative vase on one of the side tables.

The room echoed with the unsettling sounds of a vampire struggling with a human ailment.

Neschume, empathizing with Amancio's distress, knelt beside him. "Breathe, Amancio. Just like humans do when they feel sick. It might help."

Amancio, focusing on Neschume's words, attempted to regulate his breathing. However, the relentless discomfort only escalated.

It was difficult. The whole thing was. After all, Amancio didn’t eat the way humans did. So despite the fact his body was insisting on removing something, there was nothing to be removed.

Neschume, though, was still half human. He still remembered parts of his human life. So, he decided to care of Amancio the way humans cared for one another. Neschume fetched a damp cloth and placed it on Amancio's forehead.

“This usually helps,” Neschume commented.

Amancio, unable to find solace in the usual remedies for human ailments, could only endure the mysterious affliction. The room resonated with a dissonant symphony of Neschume's concerned murmurs and the unsettling echoes of an immortal grappling with a vulnerability he thought long forgotten.

The unsettling dry heaves continued to wrack Amancio's frame, a stark contrast to the regal vampire who had weathered the centuries with unyielding resilience.

Neschume, standing by his side, felt a sense of helplessness as he attempted to soothe his mentor.

"Easy, Amancio. Just breathe through it. It'll pass," Neschume whispered, offering comfort in the absence of any known remedy.

Amancio, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, managed a strained nod. "This is... unprecedented. I never imagined illness would befall me."

Neschume, drawing from his recent bout with sickness, understood the gravity of the situation. "I was sick not long ago, and I think I might have exposed you to it unintentionally."

Amancio's eyes widened in realization, the mystery unraveling before him. "Exposure? But my previous apprentices were fully immortal. Is this the cost of having a half-human apprentice?"

Neschume nodded apologetically. "Apparently so. I didn't mean for this to happen, Amancio. I didn't know I could get you sick. I thought being a vampire would make you immune."

Amancio, grappling with the consequences of his unprecedented vulnerability, managed a faint smile. "It seems we both have much to learn. I never expected my immortal existence to be compromised by a mere illness."

As Neschume continued to offer words of reassurance, the atmosphere in the study shifted.

Despite the persistent dry heaves that wracked his frame, Amancio endeavored to maintain his composure. Each attempt at instruction was punctuated by involuntary spasms, a testament to the peculiar torment that had befallen him.

"This is akin to a form of torture, Neschume," Amancio admitted with a hint of theatricality, though the gravity of his discomfort was undeniable. "To be imprisoned in this cycle of sickness, when immortality should have granted me reprieve from such mortal afflictions."

Neschume, ever the compassionate apprentice, listened attentively, his concern etched across his spectral features. "I'm sorry, Amancio. I never meant for this to happen. Is there anything I can do?"

Amancio, leaning heavily on the desk for support, sighed as he caught his breath "Nothing can be done I figure. Let us just continue your studies, Neschume. Learn what you can from the texts in this study. My affliction should not hinder your progress."

Neschume nodded reluctantly, torn between his desire to help and the realization that Amancio was right.

Neschume, seeing Amancio seem startled, a type of startle that seemed to forewarn another spell of dry heaving, attempted to negotiate with his mentor.

“Amancio, please. If you at least rest in bed, I'll delve into one of those afterlife tomes you've been pestering me to study.” Neschume said, “I'll endure the boredom of studying for you."

Amancio relented. "Very well, Neschume. If it eases you and ensures I have your eyes on these pages, I'll retire to bed."

With cautious steps, Amancio made his way to the bedroom, Neschume trailing close behind. The room, adorned with ancient tapestries and eerie artifacts, now became an unexpected sanctuary for the ailing vampire.

As Amancio lay in bed, the symptoms of the mysterious illness escalated. Feverish chills wracked his immortal frame, and a persistent ache settled in his bones.

Neschume, true to his word, reluctantly immersed himself in the afterlife tome. The dim light of the room cast a pallor over the pages, and the quiet rustle of parchment blended with the unsettling sounds of Amancio's discomfort. Neschume found himself occasionally looking over the pages toward the vampire who also had grabbed a tome of his own, presumably to try and find some remedy for his suspicious ailment.

Amancio's pallid complexion contrasted sharply with the darkened room, his usual regal demeanor now replaced by the vulnerability of a creature not accustomed to illness.

Despite Neschume's aversion to studying, the weight of responsibility and compassion drove him to continue, each turn of the tome's pages a testament to the uneasy alliance between mentor and apprentice in the face of unforeseen challenges.

As Amancio continued to endure the relentless symptoms of the mysterious illness, Neschume delved into the afterlife tome, searching for distraction amidst the arcane knowledge.

In his reading, Neschume stumbled upon an account of a wraithling – a creature similar to himself. A creature that was… him.

"Hey, Amancio, listen to this. It's about a wraithling, like me."

Amancio, despite his physical distress, perked up with interest. "There’s an account of one of you?"

Neschume began to read aloud, his voice a gentle distraction from Amancio's discomfort. "The wraithling, a hybrid of ethereal and mortal essence, is said to be a bridge between realms. They navigate the unseen world with an insatiable curiosity, seeking knowledge beyond the grasp of both ghosts and humans."

Amancio nodded. "Fascinating. Lost between the realms, untethered yet filled with a unique energy. Just like you were.”

“It says here that wraithlings are hard to come by,” Neschume's eyes widened with curiosity. "How did you find me, Amancio?"

Amancio, a faint smile on his pallid face, recounted the tale. "I sensed an unusual disturbance, a convergence of energies. It led me to a forsaken corner where the veil between our worlds thinned, and there you were, a wraithling caught in the delicate dance of existence."

Neschume, still engrossed in the tome, found solace in the shared narrative. Amancio, momentarily freed from the weight of his illness, continued to reminisce about that fateful encounter that had bound mentor and apprentice across the realms.

“How did you sense that though?” Neschume asked.

"In the depths of my meditation, where the veils between the realms grew thin for myself, I sensed a disturbance. I felt something unusual caught in the In-Between. Something that felt tangled up, unintentionally tethered and being pulled in opposing directions."

Neschume listened intently, absorbing the tale that had brought him under Amancio's wing. "You could have left me there, but you chose to rescue me. Why?"

Amancio's eyes, clouded with the memory, met Neschume's gaze. "I saw potential in you, Neschume. Despite your spectral nature, there was a unique energy, an untamed curiosity that set you apart. Little did I know, you hailed from a family of supernatural hunters."

Neschume's expression darkened, a reflection of his complicated past. "Yes, my family... they were hunters. They would look for people like… well…”

“Like myself?” Amancio questioned, offering a fanged half smile toward his apprentice.

Neschume nodded, “I was with them on a hunt when things went wrong."

Amancio, despite his weakened state, leaned in with empathy. "Caught in the crossfire of your family's pursuit, you found yourself trapped between the realms. A wraithling born of unexpected circumstances."

Neschume nodded, the weight of his family's legacy evident in his haunted eyes. "They were relentless in their pursuit of the supernatural. I was different, and that made me an anomaly, an outcast even among my own kind."

Amancio, a silent understanding passing between them, continued the narrative. "In that moment, as I reached out to the veil and pulled you from the clutches of The In-Between, I saw the potential for something different. A chance for you to forge a path beyond the shadows of your family's legacy."

“I appreciate you doing that,” Neschume said, “As well as training me.”

“Of course, wraithling,” Amancio said, “I enjoy being a mentor. It makes my immortal existence much less lonely.”

There was silence then. Amancio seemed worn out, and Neschume didn’t want to bother him. Neschume returned to his tome, still occasionally lifting his eyes to check on Amancio.

In time, Amancio was struck by another wave of dry heaves, finding himself succumbing once more to the agonizing torment.

Neschume, now armed with the knowledge of their shared past, was no longer just an apprentice; he was a companion determined to provide comfort.

Neschume knew that Amancio couldn’t exactly throw anything up, but it didnt stop him from gathering Amancio’s wavy hair, pulling it back away from the vampire’s face.

As the heaves tapered off, Neschume sighed, “Is there anything I can get you?"

Amancio, caught between moments of reprieve and torment, shook his head. He didn’t know, he couldn’t find anything in the ancient texts.

Neschume once more fetched a cool cloth and gently wiped Amancio's forehead, offering a small but tangible comfort. "You cared enough to rescue me from The In-Between, Amancio. Now it's my turn to be here for you."

Amancio, despite the pain etched across his immortal features, felt a warmth in the gesture. The room, steeped in shadows and the echoes of their intertwined pasts, now bore witness to the evolving dynamics between mentor and apprentice.

As Neschume continued to offer comfort, the weight of Amancio's vulnerability became a shared burden.

In the quietude of the room after the spell had passed, amidst the lingering scent of ancient tomes and the dissonance of suffering, Amancio and Neschume found solace in the unspoken bond that transcended the boundaries of their supernatural existence.

#emeto #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #emetophilia #dry heaving tw #supernatural character tw #novemetober 2023 #novemetober rescheduled

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lordofshitposting · 1 year

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You guys, I was about to make a pt.2 of "ppgrrb as incorrect quotes I found on the internet" when I realized we have made Blossom incredibly MISERABLE. Almost never breaks the rules, no humour, never cusses, no silly moments, etc. We have made her too mature and responsible to be weird or foolish at times, which is significant part of the experience of a teenager. I mean, we do recognize that she's hiding behind a mask and sacrifices herself for others but if we are being realistic no child could be like that for a long period of time 😭. We, as a community, need to change that or else God will make us pay for wasting her potential as a character.

#like she's so much more than the standard of perfection #it's midnight and I'm also heaving existence crisis #SEND HELP OMG #ppg #powerpuff cw #powerpuff girls #blossom utonium #I'm back with more hot takes Tumblr users y'all are not ready ☝🏻

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martyrbat · 10 months

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on one hand i hate bl/e b//tle purely because a lot of my worst (and most dangerous) delusions have been the idea of something burrowing in me and bugs because of a handful of reasons but on the other hand i am holding jamie in my palm and going heehe look at this little guy :)

#like. yeah the visual of the scarab makes me dry heave and scratch at my skin until it bleeds #but like. jamie reyes is a cutie and deserves the world. so. its fine im fine we're fine #cw delusion #cw bug mention #??#ask to tag

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pinkseas · 4 months

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my manager is WAY too fucking nice to me im gonna explode

#emeto tw #emeto cw #in tags ->#i started having a panic attack at work earlier but i didnt really get the chance to go in back and chill for a bit so it just got worse #like REALLY fucking bad worse than ive had in . at least years maybe Ever. i have not thrown up in over a decade now but #i started fucking dry heaving behind the register i REALLY thought i was going to be sick it was a close thing #i couldnt even call my coworker up i just had to fucking dip and pray she realized i was gone (she did thank fuck)#and then i was shaking really bad really freaking out still fucking dry heaving in the back of the store and it was just.#easily one of the worst experiences ive had in a LONG time like december will not leave me alone <- covid then appendicitis and now this WH #and my manager hadnt been in the store at the time but she came in thru the back and saw me and i was like hey haha funny story #and she was so concerned and told me to stay in back as long as i needed and that i could go home if i wanted to etc etc #ended up bringing my bag back for me and bringing me water and she checked in on me every 5-10 mins until my parents finally got there #she was rly nice and rly understanding and then the coworker i abandoned who is also kind of my manager. also came back #and SHE was ALSO super fucking sweet about it really concerned didnt want me to feel bad abt it (i feel so fucking bad abt it)#i did end up having to go home early bc. dear god. and i texted my manager just now asking if i could leave a bit earlier tomorrow #bc im supposed to have another 8 hour shift but i didnt even make it to 4 hours today and im rly nervy abt it happening again #and she straight up was like 'are you sure? i was genuinely planning on covering your shift myself' SHE DOESNT EVEN WORK UP FRONT #SHE'D BE GOING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THE REGISTER AND KITCHEN AND SHE'D BE THERE FOR AT LEAST OVER 12 HOURS #like okay. okay. when i texted my parents abt it dad told me 'its probably just nerves. try to push through it'#but my manager and coworkers r gonna be the sweetest kindest most understanding people about it. okay. sure. okay.#surely u see why i am exploding WHY ARE THEY SO NICE?????????? i feel so fucking guilty GOD #alyalyoxenfree

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cypric-rat-hyperfixation · 1 year

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my rat cage somehow fell over and i like. started freaking out when i saw that but like they were still in there?? not injured at all?? just chilling??? i dont even think they know what happened

Holy shit????

#animal injury cw #? just in case #dammit i keep forgetting to make and use an ask tag #bro how even did. like they must have all unionized to make that effort happen tqrsckpjts #alright you lot on the count of three! one... two... three! HEAVE!

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ourbastardofsorrows · 1 year

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teachers should get discounts at the liquor store

#tia text #alcohol cw #double discount if the family of a student sees & recognizes you #oh anyway! i took myself on a date for greek food & it was awesome #got all dressed up. brought a darcy coates book. got too excited about my blackberry jasmine tea & nearly threw up #i tipped like 50% & got some spanakopita for sister #server: everything okay?#me (visibly clammy & just finished dry heaving in the restaurant bathroom): yep! thanks!

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bexstevie · 1 year

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dated december 31st, 2022 / late evening content warning: allusions to drug addiction, health problems, near death experiences, general depression.

when his mom knocks on his doorframe that evening, after he hears the sink start in the kitchen, he figures he should have seen it coming. ever since the phone call with his dad, he’s been holed up in his room just...sulking, for the most part. upset. mostly sleeping. it’s easier than having to think about everything, at least.

but it’s been a couple days now, and his mom has been pretty patient. he knows she’s been itching to talk to him; ever since he dodged her christmas night and locked himself up in his room to stew and cry. but she didn’t push, and he knows he’s been living on borrowed time. she probably told minkyu to clean up so she can talk to him-- but he isn’t sure if he’s really ready. or maybe he just doesn’t want to face it.

when she knocks again, a little louder, and calls out a firmer steven that makes him look away from the movie he’s watching. doesn’t pick his face out of the blanket it’s shoved in, but stares over the folds of the fabric at his mom. she smiles when they make eye contact, pushing off the frame and stepping into the room.

she takes slow steps until she’s standing by the bed, hovering. stevie eyes her, not moving to face her, then looks back at the screen. he hums at her, muffled by the blanket, but continues to watch. he sees her rock side to side, hands clasped, before she leans over slightly, peering at his screen. “what are you watching?”

“princess mononoke.” stevie mutters, watching mindlessly as ashitaka and san interact. hears his mother hum, but she doesn’t move or say anything else. when he peeks at her, she’s watching the screen thoughtfully, so he looks back at his laptop. they watch the scene for a few moments, both silent as they take it in. after a few minutes though, she takes a breath and says, carefully, “i wanna talk to you about something,” stevie grunts, shoving his face further into the blanket. “stevie. please.”

huffs. drags a hand out of his blanket cocoon and clicks pause. pushes himself up slowly into a seated position, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. “m’kay,” he mumbles. “m’listening.”

she doesn’t speak right away. instead, she goes to sit on the edge of the bed, with enough distance that she can see him fully. looks at him for a moment before her shoulders droop. “your father loves you,” she says quietly, but stevie hears it loud and clear. he blinks rapidly and ducks his head down. stares instead at the folds in the blanket-- the eeveelutions looking right back at him. “and he wants to see you. but he has a lot to work on. this...this was a lot, this time.” she says it vaguely, but he doesn’t need the actual words for it. knows it, has seen it himself. saw the aftermath and is living the consequence of that result.

“i know it’s not ideal,” mom continues. “but these things take time. and your father...needs to get better. needs to be better. for himself, first.” she emphasizes. offers stevie a sad smile when he lifts his gaze a bit. his eyes are a little glassy, but he isn’t crying yet. “then he can be better for you. he feels guilty. for his health, for how he took care of you. for not being there at the beach when you...” she trails off, and bites her tongue. pushes through, even though her voice is strained with her own emotion; she hates talking about it. how much it scared her. “and he...he’s got a lot to work through. it’s not an exaggeration.”

she reaches out, rakes a hand through his hair and ruffles it gently. takes her hand out to rearrange his bangs fussily before she drops her hand back to her side. “this year will be better.” she murmurs, voice going softer when stevie sniffles. he ducks his head and stares resolutely at flareon, who smiles back up at him like he isn’t about to drown it with tears. “for all of us. and who knows? maybe things will look up. we’ll see how everything is going once your birthday comes around,” she says. “that’s still a long time away. anything could happen.”

( build him up, just to break him back down again.)

#solo.#wc: 721 #( follow up to the otherrr )#( catching up on development heaves ;; sad boy hours now rip )#cw: drug addiction mention #cw: depression #cw: health

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