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linterteatime · 1 year
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vomit candy is based on tragic real life events... But I wasn't the one that ate it
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miraculouslylyn · 6 months
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Back on my Félix having a ton of nightmares Bullshit.
Tw for mentions of vomit and also panic attacks!
Félix gets sick after nightmares sometimes. It usually only lasts for a few hours but sometimes he ends up vomiting or with a fever.
His nightmares are usually about his dad. Colt Fathom go die a second, even painfuller deathTM Sometimes they're about him just straight up being snapped out of existence in general.
Amelie once she finds out usually tries to comfort him by singing him lullabies or by cuddling him and talking to him for a while.
Félix has stayed up for hours on end in fear of having nightmares. Mainly because some nights they're particularly more brutal.
He has a lot of recurring ones when it comes to his dad, those ones are usually so bad he wakes up screaming and having a panic attack.
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mishkakagehishka · 2 years
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joeybarnacles · 10 months
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In case it's not clear: if you've vomited due to motion sickness from vertigo, pick whichever of these you were doing when you got sick. This also includes motion sucky triggered by vertigo and vertigo triggered by motion sickness
(inspired by the fact that I vomited from motion sickness for the first time a few days ago while on the rockiest boat ride of my fucking life)
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Food, diet, and gastric hcs of Echo: (tw: medical stuff, not sure how to tw tag this tbh)
- It took him months before he was able to eat red meat again.
- He still can’t have that much of any fizzy drinks.
- Chocolate is very, very iffy on his stomach
- Echo was sniffing the handful of Mantell Mix to make sure it wasn’t too oily
- Can’t burp or throw up.
- Poor sweet man had to have his stomach pumped several times during his time of recovery due to eating something outside of Kix’s recommendations. Not on purpose, though.
Its a good thing ration bars were made to be easily digestible
Be strong, Echo. You’ll eventually get to eating most of the stuff you used to love again! And you’re not grumpy and unreasonable for being quote/unquote “picky.”
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pillowmoment · 3 months
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i haven’t eaten eggs in a whole year but here i am eating egg whites. This feels weird
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oorevitcejda · 23 days
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shout out to the older gentleperson who gave me a stick of gum after watching me throw up in the parking lot theyre the fucking best
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ethanhibiki · 2 months
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oh silvger threw up
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sakakisilverlining · 2 months
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Say her name! We can't know who hurt you if you keep it all in.
I fucking hate anyone and everyone from Team Rocket...
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deliciousdietdrpepper · 11 months
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Frankenstein’s monster: parents should take responsibility for their children and the world should be kind to those who are different, because ultimately the decision to exist was made for them and they deserve to have a fulfilling life free of abuse
Everyone else in Frankenstein: omg ew you’re so gross it makes me want to vomit
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uncertaininnit · 2 years
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it’s giving shot in a horror movie. he’s about to collapse and vomit blood
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mishkakagehishka · 2 years
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Talking ab my male blorbos like I wanna squeeze his cheeks until he squeaks like those plastic chickens I wanna put him in a hydraulic press I wanna bully him until he runs away weeping I wanna humiliate him I wanna make him cry until he throws up etc etc
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tryharddj · 3 months
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got high while watching an rtvs vod last night and kept feeling nauseous but i couldn't make my legs work to get to the bathroom but scorpy tried to encourage me and told me he'd clean my toilet once i was done
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The Tower & The Hanged Man
I love tarot so I sent my faves <:
═══ TAROT/ARCANA HEADCANONS ═══
𝔸ℂ𝕋𝕌𝔸𝕃 ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝕃𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝔹𝔼𝕃𝕆𝕎
12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way?
---Robin is a mixed bag, he was much more eager to form new opportunities when he was younger as the academy encouraged it along with his parents. He was VERY heavily involved in making Zaun more independent and was actually researching for a way to bring clean air to his city. However after being cast into the woods of Ionia and his revival, I don't think he really looks for them anymore and simply allows whatever falls into his lap (quite a few of your muses, all you on dash). I don't think he has the same amount of plucky that he did in his youth, and before he started to ever so slightly get affected by his loneliness.
16.  the tower  :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ?
---I know I've discussed very vaguely about Robin's past and what actually occured to make him do down such a path that he did, BUT - I'm not sure I've ever just flat out SAID what happened instead of alluding to it. SO HERE COMES YOUR ROBIN LORE DROP, ITS FRESH ITS HOT ITS READY FOR ANGST:
Anyways, one of the biggest events in Robin's life was when he was 15, he had just been accepted into the academy in Piltover and was working his ass off to keep a scholarship (in some threads with arcane peeps its been said that Robin seemed to have been spawned there since he's been at the academy for so long). So this caused him to work very late and often neglect his family/not be home very often since he was often working to try and fund the house. Given that he lived in Zaun, closer to the Sump level as well, his family had very little money to spare to use for repairs on the house etc, this resulted in one faulty pipe during the evening while Robin was at the academy.
I'll just put the lore here because I don't want to link it:
"Mom! I'm home!" He called over the cars outside, shutting the door to the busy street behind him only to be met with a strange silence. Robin cocked a brow and pulled off his jacket, laughing somewhat nervously. "Ma?" He exclaimed again, hanging his coat and scarf, sliding out of his shoes and placing them on the stand. He racked his brain for a moment, finally checking his pocketwatch to verify the time, 10:23am. Did they go out? Maybe food shopping...but didn't they just go last week? Robin couldn't help the strange sinking feeling that was slowly growing in his stomach as he walked down the hall, peeking around to the living room and dining room. "Hellooo? Anyone home?" But once again he was met with silence, the only sound to answer him was the creaking under his socked feet. He sighed and shook his head, eventually coming towards the kitchen where he stopped midstep. He could hear the faucet still on and the swing door of the kitchen was open. Not by much but...it was pushed out maybe by 4 or so inches, a puddle of what he assumed to be water was peeking out from the crack. He couldn't explain the way every hair follicle on his arm began to stand at attention when he opened the door slightly with a raised eyebrow, his gaze scanning to see no one there. Robin peered downward and saw the shattered glass, trailing it back to the hand that had been previously holding it. "WREN?!" Robin slammed the door open, nearly slipping on the water as he skidded down to his knees to pick up his little brother's head, checking for injuries before he saw the wide, blank eyes staring back at him. Wren's mouth hung open with foam on either side and his face was a sickly shade of greenish purple. Panic set in and he wiped his mouth, feeling for a pulse and setting him down on the floor, holding his brother's nose and breathing air into him. "Wren--Wren--" He gasped each time, listening to his heart before he pulled him up into his arms, now very aware of the distinct hissing sound that came from the stairwell leading down into the basement. Terror turned into a vice grip. "LINNY? MO-MOM?!" He shrieked, slipping slightly on the wet floor as he started to carry his brother down the hall, his heart pounding in his ears like a warning signal to get out. To run--but he couldn't listen. "DAD?!" He shrieked, kicking open the door to Linnet's room, the light from the hall pouring in as he scurried inside, laying Wren down and turned his sister over by her shoulder. Closed eyes and mouth. Her body was slack and he fell backwards, cupping his mouth in horror as he screamed, scrambling back only to smack his spine against the frame of the door. His voice turned harsh and gruff from the volume and he scrambled to his feet again, nearly smacking into the wall within his own confusion. The wave of dizziness hit him as he stared back into his parent's room, a wave of cloudiness washing over him before he covered his mouth and began to violently cough into his palm. He pulled away his hand only for saliva to splatter onto the hardwood underneath him, the room beginning to spin as his lungs filled with more and more of the leaked toxin. He closed his eyes tight and listened for the sound of traffic, catching onto a carhorn blaring from outside and he followed it, feeling his way as his eyes began to burn. Eventually he peeked his bleary eyes open to find the door handle, shoving it open to trip down the concrete steps onto the sidewalk as he gasped for air. He turned onto his side with a convulsive wheeze, raspy croaks filling his ears before it turned into wet gargling. Robin held his sides tightly as he spat up vomit, foam and saliva, tears riddling his vision. A few strangers approached him cautiously, one trying to give him water but he was in too much of a panic to take it, his cries swirled and merged with the traffic of the street.   On a pole nearby, a crow took note of him.
Needless to say this was the first step of what would eventually lead to Robin's downfall...and yes, everyday, without doubt, he wishes it had never happened.
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gay-jewish-bucky · 10 months
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finally got some gravol and my tummy is in revolt lmaoooo
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feeshies · 11 months
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One of the more amusing tiktok trends I remember was the one where poc in relationships with white people were told to ask their partners if they had a vomit/popcorn bowl growing up, and reacting in horror when they always received a consistent answer.
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