#implied ed

[green-alien-turdz]

"My sweet Bubbalah! He really is quite the perfectionist, our little overachiever. He's every parent's dream!"

#sh tw #blood tw #implied ed #vent art #fanart #kyle broflovski #south park #sp fanart #my art #I know this is kinda graphic but I just wanted to vent- and these are kinda my hc for (teen) kyle anyway #scar tw

[aquatic-illusion]

Lies + tears for Wallace and Lisia!

Warning for implied eating disorders!

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[ Lisia stared at her uncle. He wasn't meeting her eye.

"You told me you stopped."

He flinched slightly, pulling away. She didn't know if she was more mad or worried. He'd promised her.

Wallace closed his eyes and inhaled. "I'm sorry, Lisia-"

"No!" Her fists were clenched. "No, you told me you were better. That's not just.. You can't do that."

"I know," he said, and he meant it. Lisia deflated.

"Mom told me you had to go to the hospital," Lisia mumbled. "She said you hadn't been that bad for a while."

Wallace opened his eyes, finally looking up at her from his place on the sofa. He seemed so tired. Lisia couldn't handle it. She'd been fighting back the hot prick of tears behind her eyes, but they were starting to spill over. Wallace opened his arms, and she was in them in an instant.

"I'm so sorry," Wallace muttered, and he was holding her close, like when she was just a little kid. Lisia shut her eyes and clung to him. "You shouldn't have to deal with this sort of thing."

"Just don't scare us again," Lisia whispered. Wallace wrapped his arms around her even tighter. ]

MEAN TO ME!!!! Angst. Sigh /pos

#OOC ask #short story #implied ed #// This is like half the reason Wallace was so freaked out about the ruby situation by the way

[coordinxtedbeauty]

I weigh 125 now .. that's good, right?

#rotomblr #ruby posts #implied ed

[cloverferris]

clover...you need to eat. your body needs to eat. and skipping meals is going to fuck with how much energy your body has to perform.

Well, I hardly "perform" anymore. I'm not allowed to model any longer.

And I ate! I just skipped a few dinners, is all. No biggie.

#rotomblr #anon #clover answers #implied ed

[silverfilledstars]

.. huh. I gained some weight I guess.

#rotomblr #silver posts #implied ed #ed recovery #[ ed blogs dni ]

[belzrgr]

Barbatos always wants to make sure you have eaten enough, so he makes your favorite dishes (in the healthiest way possible) . In the end you get so used to eating his cooking that nothing else can compare anymore

#Obey me barbatos #Hc #Obey me headcanon #Comfort #implied ed

[pattonsfam-ily]

self destruct

ship(s): creativitwins & analogince (remrom/incest shippers/supporters dni)

description: Remus is having a rough time but his twin is there to patch him up (human au)

warnings: self harm, blood, alcoholism/relapse, eyelash picking, implied pica/disordered eating bc Remus, sexual innuendos/jokey flirting between brothers bc Remus, general grossness bc Remus, basically just Remus being Remus

note: so if you’re not following this blog and find this from tags this is a mini creativitwins focused fic for my sanders sides human!au/roleplay blog LRVerse/pattonsfam-ily where Logan Roman and Virgil are a throuple and live with Virgil’s older brother (my oc) and are best friends with the other canon sanders sides/shorts characters & more of my ocs

Remus was destructive. No matter how much help he got for his issues that was likely to never change. He enjoyed the thrill too much and he would never believe he didn’t deserve to cause pain to himself.

So, sometimes he got himself into some trouble. Like the trouble that had just transpired moments before he somehow made his way to his brother’s house alive.

“Hey, Ro! Your favorite intrusive thot has arrived! But, um, I did a little bit of an… oopsie…” Remus slurs, stumbling into the kitchen where Roman was.

“Ugh, what now? Remus, I swear if,” Roman starts to lecture his idiot brother, not even bothering to look up at him—he was used to his brother always just waltzing right into the house like he still lived there, he did still have a key to be fair—but he stops himself short.

His speech was slurred.

“Are you drunk?” Roman asks and finally looks at him.

He does not like what he finds. Remus’s hands are torn up and bleeding, and there’s a dried streak of blood down his chin. Remus grins at him, revealing blood stained teeth as well.

“Oh, Jesus Christ Superstar. What did you do?!” Roman yells, now making his way over to his brother.

“I… got drunk. Very, very drunk. And I wanted… a snack. So, like any sane person would do, I broke the bottles of the drinks I had and had a little munch. Big deal. No need to lose your shit, brother mine.”

Without another word, Roman gently grabs Remus’s wrist and brings him up to the bathroom.

“Sit.” Roman demands, pointing to the counter.

Remus hops up onto the counter, hissing at the sting in his hands. Roman cringes and grabs his brother’s wrist again so he can look at the hand with the most cuts. There was a small piece of glass embedded in his palm now.

“Sorry, I should have helped you.”

“Oh, please. I clearly enjoy pain.”

“Yeah, unfortunately. Okay, just give me a second.”

Roman turns to the cabinet behind them that held all of their first aid and rummages around a bit. Remus hums a little made up tune in the meantime which Roman would find rather pleasant if the situation was different.

“Okay, this should be good.” Roman mutters more to himself as he closes the cabinet, precariously balancing all of the supplies in his arms.

He then haphazardly dumps them onto the counter beside Remus once he turns back to him.

“Ooh, tweezers? What are they for?” Remus asks excitedly as he picks them up. “I use them to pluck my eyelashes.”

“You mean eyebrows?”

“Nope! I like to put them in jars so I can keep the mites as pets even though I can’t see them.”

“I… Okay, for the love of Artemis and Apollo, please just give them to me.” Roman begs, holding out his hand.

“Aw, Artemis and Apollo. Twins. Like us!”

“Yes, that’s why I say that, Remus. Please, the tweezers.”

Remus sighs dramatically but he does as he’s told, clumsily dropping the tweezers into Roman’s still open hand.

“Thank you, now come here,” Roman says, and turns Remus’s hand palm up. “I gotta get the stupid glass out of your hand.”

Roman thanks his lucky stars that he has steady hands and that Remus’s restless stim was just leg swinging. He’s able to get the glass out rather quickly and disposes of it properly before moving on. He does a quick assessment of the same hand and then the other to be sure there weren’t any other shards. He was clear so he picked up the gauze pads.

“What? I need to stop the bleeding.” Roman explained when Remus eyed him curiously.

“So, I can’t eat them?”

“No.”

“Lame.”

“Your mom is lame.”

“I’m telling.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Remus cackled and wiped a fake tear away. Roman just shook his head and placed one of the pads against his brother’s bleeding wounds. He then held his hand with his own free hand so he could apply enough pressure to stop it.

“Press harder.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Remus.”

Remus just giggled and ignored Roman. Roman sighed and pulled the gauze away to find that the bleeding had stopped. Thank goodness.

“Remus, listen to me. I need to use soap to clean the cuts. I don’t want them to get infected.”

“You’re lucky if I let you use water.”

Roman groaned in frustration but then an idea struck him. Saline wound wash was an acceptable alternative. Remus probably wouldn’t mind that.

“Okay, how about this?” Roman asks before grabbing the solution from the cabinet and showing it to him.

“Wound wash? Fuck yeah. Love that shit.”

“You’re not drinking it.”

“Aw. You’re no fun.”

Roman ignores him in favor of once again grabbing his hands so he could clean them. Once he was satisfied with that he grabbed the roll of gauze and started wrapping his hands. He tries to ignore the fact that his own hand was also bandaged due to self inflicted wounds. They were both idiots.

“Hey, if you’re gonna mummify me you should probably embalm me first.”

Roman decides to completely ignore Remus as well for the time being. He needed to focus. His stupid mouth was also all torn up. He didn’t know what to do about that. Logan would know. Once he’s finished wrapping his brother’s hands Roman pulls his phone out to text his boyfriend. He could easily just go get him but leaving Remus alone right now was not a good idea.

“Salt water,” Roman reads aloud. “Oh, yeah, that’s smart.”

“Huh?”

“Your stupid mouth. You need to swish some salt water to make sure the bleeding’s stopped and so it doesn’t get infected. Also you’ll be able to spit out any glass if you still have some stuck to you.”

“Mouth wounds heal fast. I’ll be fine. Plus I like having blood and glass in my mouth.”

“Clearly. But no. You’re doing it.”

“Yes, mother.”

“Really?”

“Hey, I almost said daddy. You’re welcome.”

“Okay, enough out of you.”

A moment later Logan appears at the door with a glass of salt water in his hands and a grumpy Virgil attached to his side.

“Babe, you shouldn’t have let them come with you…” Roman says, gratefully taking the glass from Logan.

“I tried to keep him away, but he wanted to see the two of you. He’s just concerned, love.”

Roman sighs, nodding understandably.

“Well, thanks, babe.”

Logan nods back so Roman turns to Remus and holds the glass up to him.

“Here. It’s probably gonna sting like a bitch.” Roman says, not as a warning but as encouragement.

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

Remus smiles and tries to takes the glass but it’s hard to bend his fingers with his hands completely wrapped so Roman grabs it before it falls.

“Never-mind, I’ll do it.” Roman grumbles and helps Remus take a sip.

Remus just holds the water in his mouth for a while and scrunches up his face in pain. Stupid bastard was enjoying it too much.

“Swish and spit. Do not swallow it.”

Remus glares at Roman and tries to speak which of course only makes water dribble out of his mouth.

“Remus.”

Remus rolls his eyes and quickly swishes the water that managed to stay in his mouth around before spitting it back into the glass.

“Sorry, I was trying to say that spitting is quitting and is no fun. Unless your target’s a certain someone.” Remus lilts rhythmically.

“What… was that.”

“The phrase ‘spitting is quitting’ is boring so I made it more fun! Do you like it?”

“Sure? I guess?”

“Anyway! Thanks for taking care of me. I’m gonna go see if I can fit my morning star into my mouth now.” Remus says and hops off the counter.

“Remus.”

Roman grabs Remus by the arm before he can go. Logan who was still there with Virgil blocks the doorway as well just to be sure he can’t leave.

“You relapsed and hurt yourself. We need to talk.”

“No, I’m not doing that to you,” Remus says in an uncharacteristically serious voice. “I’ll be fine.”

“Reem, I’ve been sober for years now. I can handle it.”

“Sobriety can be broken at any time. Not worth the risk. Let me go.”

“Remus, I would risk my own life to protect you. I can risk my sobriety for you too.”

Virgil whining slams Roman right back into his harsh reality. For a moment it was just him and his twin. Nothing existed outside of their bubble. Roman almost wishes he could have stayed that way for longer.

“Hey, love, I’m sorry,” Roman says to Virgil. “Why don’t you and Logan go wait for me in our room? I’ll be there soon.”

“No, I wanna make sure you guys are okay.”

“I promise you we’ll be fine, honey,” Roman says and gives Logan a look. “I will come get you both if I need to.”

Logan silently nods his understanding at Roman’s look before picking Virgil up and walking out of the bathroom.

“Put me down!”

Roman sighs and quickly closes the door before Virgil can try to escape Logan’s hold and make his way back. Once he’s sure they’re gone he turns around and leans against it.

“Remus. Please talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say.”

“Well, that’s a first.”

The twins both laugh at this which is enough to ease some of the tension between them. Progress, Roman thinks.

“Okay, look, Ro, I… I’ll talk about this at some point… Just not now, okay? I can’t.” Remus says softly, staring down at the floor.

Roman frowns at his brother’s dejected demeanor. It was so unlike him. Even when he was at his absolute worst he was always grinning like a madman and cracking jokes about his problems. He would even talk about them excitedly, like they were fun to endure. This was completely different and Roman did not like it at all.

“Did something happen? Something new?”

Remus looks back up and Roman is horrified at the unshed tears in his eyes. He only ever cried when something seriously fucked happened.

“Reem…”

“I can’t talk about it.”

“Why? Are you in danger? Did someone threaten you? Because I swear to Zeus I will tear them apart with my bare hands.”

“Ro, you,”

“And my sword.”

“I get it. But, Ro, silly, you know threats don’t work on lil ol’ me. It’s nothing like that.”

“Then what. Come on you know you can tell me anything.”

Roman steps forward and takes his brother’s hands in his, giving him a pleading look. He was desperate. He needed to know what happened to his brother. He wasn’t supposed to be sad like this. Angry, frustrated, anxious, manic, and depressed, sure. But not sad. His depression was different. It didn’t make him like this. This was something truly terrible. It was killing Roman.

“Ro, you’re my literal other half. We may not be literally psychically connected the way people think we would be but your pain is still my pain. I don’t wanna put this on you.”

“Put it on me.” Roman begs. “I can take it.”

“Heyo, take me to dinner first.”

Okay, he walked right into that one.

“Reem, it’s not funny.” Roman says, despite his laughter.

“It’s a little funny.” Remus says, giggling as well.

“Fine, but I still really need to know what happened. If you’re not ready to tell me now then okay. But eventually you will? Right?”

Remus nods, his tears now falling freely. Roman hates to admit it but they bring tears to his own eyes. He opens his arms, silently inviting his brother in for a hug but letting him choose. He’d wait here forever for his decision if he needed to.

Luckily he didn’t have to wait that long though. Remus crashes into his arms. He definitely would have sent them flying back onto the floor if the door wasn’t closed behind them and he was definitely getting snot all over the spot his face was pressed against as he sobbed but Roman didn’t care. He was a prince and so it was his sworn duty to protect his fellow prince—or duke, rather—and he’d do whatever it took to accomplish that. He wouldn’t say that out loud though. Said fellow prince—duke—would just make a bunch of duty jokes and those were never funny. Instead, he says something else to break the tension just a bit more.

“Twin hugs,” Roman mumbles against Remus’s neck. “I will forever be calling it that. You cannot stop me.”

Remus giggles and Roman has never been more delighted to hear it.

#creativitwins #analogince #sanders sides fic #human au #i love the dialogue sm #im always proud of my dialogue ngl its my strongest writing skill but yeah this particular fic was really fun #self harm mention #sh tw #alcoholism tw #relapse tw #blood mention #disorded eating #implied ed #gross tw #pica #bug mention

[rovermcfly]

sometimes dinner is a milkshake at midnight and that's okay too

#food #implied ed #possibly #I am WORKING on it but food is hard

[cecropiasilkmoth]

Love is two tortillas and some cheese 

Love is my dad making me quesadillas because he knows I don't like chicken 

It's my high school boyfriend packing double servings of all my favorite foods because he sees me neglect to pack a lunch of my own

Love is boxed macaroni, prepared by a woman who treated me kindly and offered haven from home.

Love is easy, if you take the time to learn it. 

Love is two tortillas and some cheese. 

#food as a metaphor for love #implied ed #implied eating dosorder #food #poem #poetry #my poetry #love #love poem #food is love

[software-instxbility]

Pov:he’s a 10 but knows the calories in every food, cuts himself, wants to die, is autistic, might have bpd, needs reassurance a lot but won’t ask for it, has trauma (including sexual trauma), he’s transmasc but pretty fem but will complain about dysphoria, and has HUGE mommy issues

Pov: he’s me and he’s a 0.

(Vent continues in tags ⚠️)

#implied ed #ana/mia #actually mentally ill #actually traumatized #actually abused #emotional abuse #actually autistic #an0rex1@ #only pro for tags #selfharn #an0rex14 #eating disorder #traumatic childhood #self h@rm #selfharm #narcissistic mother #mommy issues #i don’t understand why my boyfriend is with me #i don’t understand what he sees in me #is he staying by pity? #does he have a side chick and want me for idk distraction purposes? #does he have a nurse complex and wants to fix me? #does he actually love me? #he says he does and i choose to believe him but #my brain is bad to me and tells me he doesnt

[birdfucker69]

people who have ed blogs but censor the word anorexia should hang jesus fucking christ. everytime i even fuckin find myself looking at one of them im like oh yeah skinny is pretty remember when you were so bloated it was impossible to fit in your pants and you couldnt shit for a whole month and you were so cold all the time and you couldnt even get out of bed during the weekends all while not. losing. weight? remember how you literally barely feel hunger? yeah. all the while gloating about it to some girl who was like "thats not ok" and you were like "ok? do i care? youll be jealous one day." remember being that toxic and that sad? yeah

#tagging this w ana/ed tw in case anyone doesnt wanna see it #tw ed implied #implied ed #tw ed #disordered eating mention #ana trigger #ana mention #eating disorder #ana #ed recovery #sorta tbh

[borf-borfs]

im sick of ppl thinking anxiety = stress like stress is when you get overwhelmed by things, it happens to everyone. meanwhile anxiety disorders will have you shoving tissues in ur mouth bc ur brain thinks u can’t breathe whilst you clutch ur chest bc if u don’t count every heart beat you will die. all bc u accidentally breathed in hand sanitiser or ate until u became full.

#idk if this is too oddly specific and im just insane #txt #rant #vent #anxiety #implied ed #(not actually about an ed but the food thing might resemble that to ppl so)

[system-processing-12]

Things I wish I'd known as a mentally ill child/teenager:

Listen, you don't need to be kind to everyone. You don't need to be nice to everyone. You don't have to be patient. Not everyone needs to like you. That's impossible. Not every action needs an apology. You need to feel safe. You need to feel heard. No one can tell you what is going on in your head better than you. You aren't faking it. Suffering is real, no matter if anyone sees it. Breathe. Eat, if you can. If you can't, try lemon, salt, and sugar. Overstimulation is real. Take breaks. You shouldn't feel tired all the time. You shouldn't be in pain all the time. Every bad coping skill and way your brain hurts you now was a way that it made to survive. It's ok to be hurting. It's ok if you hurt people. It will happen. Mental illness does not mean you don't have responsibility, though. It's ok to cry. It's ok to not be able to cry. It's ok to not like your body. You don't have to like something to do what you know is good for it. Sometimes going out in the sun or changing your clothes or a shower can be scary, but they will make you feel a little bit better. Do things you know bring you happiness. Do not feel shame over things you can't control, over displaying symptoms, over not being able to do something (even if you previously were able to). You should sleep, but you shouldn't feel guilty if you can't. Lying down and not doing anything can help too. I know it's hard. It's so fucking hard. But you will make it through this. This too shall pass. This too shall pass. Everything might not improve, but it will change. Trust yourself. Do not try to be perfect. Try to be authentic, if you feel safe enough to do so. Make it through. I promise there will be something on the other side.

#actually traumagenic #actually did #did #mental health #implied ed #recovery #chronic pain #it's ok #trust yourself #self care #trauma #parts work #childhood #childhood undiagnosed

[coordinxtedbeauty]

I went from 100 to 110 . Birds, that's a lot.

#rotomblr #ruby posts #implied ed

[cloverferris]

Who needs dinner anyways? ^_^

#rotomblr #clover posts #implied ed

[highlifeboat]

Something was amiss, Zoe knew that when she woke up in the middle of the night and found the spot beside her on the bed empty. The soft purple glow of the lava lamp sitting on the dresser gave off enough light for her to see Mia had managed to slip out of bed undetected, and the realization stirred up the anxiety in her stomach. She knew it was ridiculous to assume the worst, but it didn’t keep her mind from racing with all kinds of ideas. Ideas she tried to shove to the back of her mind as she pushed herself out of bed and made her way towards the slightly ajar door.

Zoe pushed it open more. There weren’t any other lights on within the apartment, and the southerner tensed with the noise of rustling from the darkness. She swallowed, paranoia pushing her to once again imagine the worst.

It probably was just Mia rustling around.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if it was Mama, or Daddy, or Lucas, or… her?

Or what if it was Mia, but it was her  Mia?

That thought probably scared Zoe the most. Flashes of hiding from Mia as she stumbled through the Baker Home plagued her mind as she stared into the darkness of the apartment hall.

”Zoe, come out… Evie has a gift for you…”

”I know you’re mad… Come out! Come out so we can talk, sweetheart!”

”GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE, GODDAMN IT!”

”Zoe, please….”

The memories sent a shiver down her spine, and, perhaps out of the deep rooted fear, she backtracked a moment and gingerly picked up the metal baseball bat propped up near the bed. More as a precaution than anything else. Even if it wasn’t something horrific, it was good to be prepared. With a long inhale she stepped out into the hallway, bat gripped in both hands, eyes trying to scan the dark to see if she could spot any sign of her missing companion.

The rustling got louder as she approached the main room of the apartment. Hesitantly, she peered around the corner. In the small kitchenette she spotted the silhouette, lit up by the moon shining in through the window. It was hunched over the counter, back turned to the woman as she slowly started to approach it.

Then she paused.

“Mia?”

The older woman jumped as Zoe flipped the lights on in the small kitchen, eyes wide as they stared at one another. Zoe raised an eyebrow at the sight of her girlfriend, half naked, and mouth full of a peanut butter sandwich, the rest of which was quickly dropped onto the counter. Mia straightened, the surprise on her face suddenly turning into something much more fearful. Zoe started to approach the other woman, only pausing when Mia began to press herself against the counter, letting out a small whimper. She sank to the floor, knees to her chest as she wrapped her arms around herself. Zoe pursed her lips, looking between the discarded food on the counter, and the woman on the floor.

“You…. snuck out of bed…. to make a sandwich?”

Mia simply whimpered again, arms tightening around herself when Zoe took another step towards her. She looked so small as she buried her face in her knees. So scared. Her entire body was tense, like a child bracing for the next hit from their father’s belt. Zoe’s chest tightened, gently setting the baseball bat on the floor as she knelt in front of the woman. She gently touched Mia’s arm, earning a sharp inhale and a flinch.

A quiet sigh escaped Zoe as she rubbed Mia’s arm with her thumb. “It’s alright, hun. I ain’t gonna hurt you….” She stated softly, though it didn’t get Mia to look at her. She chewed the inside of her cheek. “Heck… this is… uh…. actually a good thing.” She tried to reassure. Mia peered up at her through a curtain of hair. “Yeah… Yeah! You came out here, and you got food all on your own. Without me havin’ to hound you at all.” Zoe gave her a small smile. “It might not seem like a lot, but… this is good, Mia. This is progress.”

Mia lifted her head up more, allowing Zoe to cup her cheek.

“This is good.” She repeated, running her thumb along Mia’s cheek. “You’re doin’ so good….”

The older woman pursed her lips for a moment before leaning her head into the touch. They stayed like that for a moment, before Zoe took Mia by her hands and stood, pulling her girlfriend from the fetal position she’d been in. Mia shifted on her feet, hesitating before taking Zoe’s arm and tapping on her wrist.

“S-o-r-r-y. R-e-a-l-l-y-h-u-n-g-r-y”

Zoe chuckled a bit. “I would imagine…” She chewed the inside of her cheek again, watching Mia hesitantly glance towards the other half of her sandwich. “Actually… I could use a bit of a midnight snack myself, anyway.”

She slipped out of Mia’s hand, moving to the other side of the small kitchen and digging through the cupboard until she pulled out a granola bar. The other watched her as she peeled the wrapper off and took a bite from it. Turning back to Mia, she nodded her head at the sandwich half.

“Better eat it before I do.” She joked.

Mia gave the smallest amused huff, but quickly grabbed the sandwich and started stuffing what she could into her mouth, and Zoe laughed a bit while telling her to slow down so she wouldn’t choke. She couldn’t say this was exactly the direction she thought Mia’s recovery would go, but she also supposed midnight snacking was better than nothing at all.

Part of her just hoped it wouldn’t become a habit.

#i bring zia #drabbles #mia winters #zoe baker #zia #tw implied ed #implied ed #tw implied eating disorder #tw implied abuse