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bamsara · 28 days
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Part 2 to this comic
What happened in Darkwood in the meantime?? Dont worry about it
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sociieties · 1 year
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@peachmuses: theyre at an amusement park -- and shuuzou is staring up in awe at the largest, most scariest ride, in the entire park. " what's the word for horny but not in the sense I want to fuck this thing. " he's still staring, wide eyed up at it before he's grabbing onto zuya and makoto dragging them with him, nearly vibrating out of his skin in excitement. tatsuya gets grabbed by makoto, and he breathes out a sigh. " I'll sit with makoto. zuya, make sure idiot here doesn't try to climb out of his seat in excitement. "
makoto doesn't exactly hate his best friend, but he does. this stands the most true when they're at amusement parks, even more so when he's just finished a couple of minutes ago -- and the moment shuuzou's eyes glitter, makoto knows that he's seen it. the one thing makoto would rather avoid, but the idiot goes on and asks about excitement mere moments before he and kazuya are grabbed and dragged off. there's no avoiding this, he knows it, but if he has to go, they're all going, and he looks at tatsuya with a face that spells out muted fear and panic. just before he's out of reach, he takes tatsuya by the wrist and seals his fate as well.
" he'll do that...? " it's an honest question, one that kazuya asks as they walk up the stairs to bypass everyone else in line. ( thank you, fast passes. )
makoto shrugs, motioning towards his best friend since he's now free, watching the way he's basically vibrating where they all stand. he looks like a kid in a candy shop, he thinks. " he'll definitely try. "
the train returns / the people on it get off and they get on along with a number of other people that makoto now considers different versions of one nijimura shuuzou. stay seated and keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle. nearly immediately after, the ride pulls off and makoto swears that his life flashes before his eyes.
when it's all over, makoto's one of the first off of the ride, stumbling away from the impending fray of others that find their way to the exit. he only manages to make it about four steps past the exit before he's doubling over, throwing up and just barely missing kazuya with it. when his stomach is empty, there's tears in his eyes he's on his knees, one hand now latched onto the fence. " .... i'm never doing that shit again. "
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kevkandyland · 3 months
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heres two i left out of the main thing, i didnt like them as much. the first image isnt the best im not that good with composition jhgf
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bunn-iiii · 6 months
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gonna puke cause I just got diagnosed with fibromyalgia and now I'm gonna have to talk to my therapist about it later today
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sickly-honeylamb · 1 year
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these days i feel like everything is against my will
it's like something is stuck in my throat, choking me, and i need to puke it out
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ladypersy · 6 months
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I like to think I'm a fairly competent individual. Could go so far as to say I'm almost proficient in adulting, even.
But this just in: the process of trying to purchase a car makes me want to throw up.
Consider me humbled.
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thewistlingbadger · 2 years
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Jinx has gone her whole life thinking she's unlovable I'm going to throw up
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raydioactivegeorg · 2 years
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stands in your doorway i frew upp
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chaosdisorganized · 2 years
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Earlier I got so drunk I threw up.
Now im trying to get drunk again but my belly hurts too much and it's pissing me off because I feel so awful I just wanna feel good again.
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chuuyasdog · 1 year
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Everytime i remember theyre gone i feel nauseous and want to throw up.
I want to cut so bad but at the same time im too scared of the pain too, so i just sit and suffer in silence.
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moondyk3 · 1 year
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I wanna puke
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echoooooooooo · 1 year
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oh my god im so sick. im trying to drink water to stay hydrated but i just puke it back up immediately idk what to do
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sociieties · 1 year
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@sozokami: " so kid- don't recognize anything, do ya? " toji @ megumi, ye fuck imma break my own heart with this one cool.
there’s too much shit going on to be dealing with this right now. who stops a fight to ask a question like this? right after he’d asked megumi for his name at that. “ hey, what’s your name? ” “ fushiguro. ” “ good for you. ” as if that wasn’t weird enough. as if this was the same man that wasn’t just chasing him down mere moments ago / to the point where megumi went from inside to outside through a window or a wall or something another. as if this man hadn’t forced his way into  dagon’s domain by invading the hole in it that megumi made for him and the others to escape. this man killed dagon all on his own / megumi asked the other who he was and he got no answer. he knows the answer. he doesn’t know how or why, but he knows the answer. he knows, he knows the answer, but he can’t think of it. megumi’s exhausted / spent cursed energy and bleeding from stab wound that this same man had given him, in through the stomach and out through the back — there’s too much shit going on for him to be here dealing with this absolute madman, but here he was. he and the other sorcerers have to get to gojo. but here he is being asked if he recognizes something about this man and he can’t do anything but stare at him.
stare and stare and stare / wasting time on someone he should be probably running from but he knows that he recognizes him. doesn’t know why he does, can’t remember despite it being on the tip of his tongue and it makes him feel sick. or that’s the exhaustion and bleeding beginning to catch up with him. megumi stares at him for so long that he feels like he’s losing his mind. but it’s something about that scar on his mouth that feels familiar. distantly, very distantly, but still.
there’s a man with white hair talking to him about cursed energy / selling children / zen’in clan / a lot of money and megumi stood there looking at him as if he was talking about something he already knew about despite it all being new information to him. “ your dad... i ki— ” “ so what? i don’t care where he is or what he’s doing. i haven’t seen him in years. i don’t even remember what he looks like. ” more or less, it’s left at that and before he knew it, he was taken in by this guy. it was never talked about again.
megumi stares / blinks / looks at him blankly and it hits him so violently that his blood begins to bubble as it continues to flow from open wounds. he feels sick. this is messed up / it’s not right / he wants to throw up but he’s not too sure he can keep himself together if he does. your dad, i ki... hey, what’s your name? two statements zip through his mind so quickly that it feels like he’s been shot and his head starts hurting. was it from the fall from the building or was it from the anger? he reels back slowly, starting with a hesitant lean away from the man until he finally follows it with a step. there’s a slow breath that’s taken as his vision begins to blur, eyes burning from the staring as tears begin forming and he blinks it away.
dad.
“ what the fuck is your problem? ” this man is his dad. “ you left me. ” his father. “ you tried to sell me. ” megumi spends exactly all his time not thinking about this man, the man he once forgot the face to. “ you left tsumiki. ” the one way to not miss something is to forget that it exists. “ where did you go? ” each statement hits megumi like a punch to the chest, all with the same familiar force gojo tends to use when he’s trying to get his point across. he’s speaking, but the words feel as if they’re not coming from his own mouth. “ was dying worth it? ” the fastest way to not be angry is to forget the anger and the reason. it’s impossible to be angry with a ghost of a man when one doesn’t know about the ghost or the anger that comes with it, but what does one do when the ghost comes back and the anger comes back in tenfold? what does a person do when they’re so angry that they can’t even find it in them to yell, but to just speak clearly? the words are cold, but all the emotion that comes with it burns megumi, like lava sopping off of his skin and it’s all pointless. too bad this anger can’t cauterize the very fresh wounds toji had given him moments ago. too bad the anger can’t do anything for the 15 years / 11 years, really; but the first 4 years of his life shouldn’t even count anymore / 15 years of absence. what the fuck was this man’s problem? what did he expect? where does he get off with leaving his own kid just to come back / save his life / try killing him.
megumi knew that toji had been dead when gojo brought it up all those years ago. not because he was close with the man, but because there’s only so many reasons for a stranger to approach a child about their parents. megumi wasn’t stupid then and he isn’t stupid now. “ you go and die just to come back, save my life just to try and kill me yourself, what’s the point of any of this? recognize anything? ” he asks the question to mock him, sneering. this is insane. “ i wish i didn’t. what’s next, you kill yourself now? what was the point of anything? was i just a check to you? you couldn’t cash me out yourself, so you just let whatever happen to me, is that it? did you even want me? ”
years and years ago, back when megumi was but a toddler, freshly abandoned, he cried and cried for the man he called his dad. he’s remembering the pain of a four year old / the nights of waiting for that man, the one that was around, to come back through the door. eventually, that pain and sadness was swallowed up by autistic apathy and it never crossed his mind again. but now, it’s all coming back to him and all of it consumes him. the ground cracks up underfoot; it rips open when the realization hits him and megumi falls into a never-ending trench of pain and anger, both of which are to mask the sadness that silently creeps through his bloodstream. the sadness paves it’s way through his blood, fighting the flow and wrapping around his neck to choke him out. toji couldn’t have wanted him. why else would he leave? or try to sell him? or die when he could have lived and stayed with his son? “ was i not enough for you? you were supposed to stay. you’re my father. you were supposed to stay. ” parents are supposed to stay. megumi’s not spoiled, nor is he stupid, and he’s grateful for gojo taking him and his sister in when he didn’t have to, but gojo shouldn’t have had to done it to start with.
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philkisser · 2 years
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im gonna scream if i see more nandermo content sobs/lh
i alrwady know the nandermo fans are gonna come at me for this one but i really dont like it its such a big discomfort for me especially cuz i selfship with guillermo wahh
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g0reoz · 2 years
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for as much as i puke or almost do so, you would think i'd be desensitized to it by now. you would think that.
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eggsinthewind · 2 years
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For these days have grown such sorrow
I desire some sort of vent
One that I may crawl in
Somewhere I can repent
Perhaps it’s made of metal
And I’ll come across a fan
I will stare into the petals
Mesmerized by how they twirl
I’ll look into them so long
That I find that I must hurl
I’ll thrust myself forwards
So hard I’ll lose my grip
I’ll fall into them so
For flesh they’ll tear and rip
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