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exquisitexagony · 3 months

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continued with @miidnighters (x) -> gore cw, cannibalism cw, blood cw, dismemberment cw, violence cw, horror cw panic cw, dry-heaving cw

They couldn't stop. They just kept going--bashing and ripping and tearing and eating, their clothes drenched in the rich blood, the walls sprayed with it. It seeped into the cracks in the floor, dipped down Arthur's elbows. So much blood.

It wasn't beautiful, it wasn't neat, and it certainly wasn't his usual way of feeding. It was desperate and painful and deliberate. Like he needed them to be dead--more than dead. Gone. Something in his eyes screamed of anger, dread, fear...And that wretched hunger.

He didn't quite stop when she called his name, bashing the guy's head in until the skull split open, the face disfigured, teeth marks covering his cheeks and arms, legs torn from his torso...Tears were streaming down Arthur's face, though they had mixed with so much blood it was impossible to tell. Their weapon finally clattered to the ground, bending over to rip more flesh from the body's throat--tearing, swallowing, spitting, growling, blood gurgling in the back of his own throat. It wasn't until she called them darling that they finally managed to stop.

Out of breath, broken, and dripping with blood, he froze where he was crouched over the body. A piece of flesh hung from his mouth, caught between his teeth. He spit it out almost immediately, blood splattering the ground in front of him and instantly mixing in with the rest of the mess. Turquoise hues landed on the disembodied form in front of him, the horrific display of the elder man's half-eaten insides making his stomach churn. For a moment, he thought he might just puke up his meal, his gag reflex kicking in immediately, but no...Nothing would come up. Bloodied hands grasped against the vinyl flooring, making a sticky wet squelch as his fingertips curved against the puddles of blood, nails pressing into the floor.

"Fuck...Fuck, fuck, fuck...He--He--It was...I-- I saw--I...thought--"

His thoughts wouldn't fit together. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. What had just happened? He had practically blacked out and could only remember what had happened when he first arrived at the old man's house. He remembered the plan--and this hadn't been it.

#tumblr never informed me of this ask being answered so i forgot it existed and i just found it digging through things :D #miidnighters #v; flesheater #cannibalism tw #blood tw #violence tw #murder tw #gore tw #dry-heaving tw #vomit mention tw #panic tw #this is probs the darkest thing i've written in yeeeeaarss and i kinda love it

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springbandit · 18 days

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Vanny all but crashed through the door. "The arcade was filthy and I've been feeling so nauseous all damn day. I totally lost track of time between throwing up and cleaning up other people's throw up." She laughed awkwardly, all but throwing her coat up onto the rack. "I swear, there must be something in the pizza." She clapped her hands together, finally turning her attentions to Edgar. "So, how are we doing today? Any updates?"

@lcvenderhcze

#lcvenderhcze #Vanny:Edgar #Vanny #Vanny Starter #nausea tw #vomit mention tw

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mossyriverrocks · 8 months

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THERES A REVERSIBLE MIMI PLUSH AND ITS SOLD OUT ASISJASAIDADIUBFUISDBFIJSDNFIAJENFIJDANDKAJSNDKJASNDJIASNDIJASNDIJSANDJISAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#all caps tw #vomit mention tw #I SAW IT AND WAS NEARLY BROUGHT TO TEARS RAHGU #I NEED IT NOWWWWWWW CRYING #AAAAAAAAAAA #IM GOING INSANE

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xrodolphusxxlestrangex · 10 months

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where: the hog's head. who: open.

There needed to be better quality pubs. There was no way in hell Rodolphus would be caught at the Three Broomsticks -- child's play. And the Leaky Cauldron built as a place built between the "two worlds" -- he'd rather vomit. That didn't leave much which is what led him to the Hog's Head. It was disgusting but at least he could get his drink. "Scotch on the rocks."

He tilted his head upward as he walked in to his booth which was already occupied. He stood straight up looking down at the occupant without two words. He shifted his head to the other side, his piercing blue eyes creeping into the others'. Finally the patron cowered and slipped from the seat. Rodolphus cleared his throat and sat with a smirk on his face. "Never gets old," he said to himself as Aberforth brought him his scotch. "Good man," he said as he raised his glass.

He stretched his arms in the air and cracked his neck creating a resounding sound. Unfortunately it seemed the noise was meant for dogs to hear as someone approached him. He swigged his scotch waiting. Just waiting.

#fracturedrpstarter #vomit mention tw

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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)

#polls #motion sickness #vomit ment tw #vomit tw #vomit mention #vomit ment #vomit mention tw #vertigo

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jessehart · 5 months

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WHERE: jacqui's room. post fire. WHO: @jacqui-velazquez & jesse.

Jesse's throat and lungs felt raw, the burn the only constant intent on reminding him that it was real. It was all real.

The night replayed in his mind in fits and starts, fleeting snippets sandwiched between solid blocks of nothingness. The pinch of a needle, the flick of a still-burning cigarette, Ida's empty eyes.

His fingers slid into the comforter on which he sat, his journey through the window also mostly lost to The Nothing in his mind. He couldn't even say exactly why he'd come here. He was terrified. Terrified he'd fucked up again in a big way. And Jacqui might have been the only one to see the truth of his ugliness and still, somehow, didn't hate him.

She wasn't here, though, so he sat in the dark as silent tears dried on his cheeks, his plastic hospital bracelet still secure around his wrist. He swayed where he sat as the night— and the h— ravaged him from the inside out. By the time light spilled in through the door and Jacqui's silhouette filled the doorframe. He looked up, wiped his hand across his tear-stained snotty face, and shrugged, only half-aware of how alarming his appearance here might be.

"I don't... really even know how I got here," he said by way of greeting.

#needles tw #vomit mention tw #c: jacqui #drugs tw

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dtolemy · 1 year

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open starter!

where: illicit house party

when: early-ish into the festivities

darius was having a smidgen of trouble understanding the doubtlessly ultra-exclusive party’s selected setting, along with which part of ‘fun house party’ involved succumbing to hypothermia before the month of love could start. he was marathons past the point of questioning why he attended these events in the first place, but given the address’s unfamiliarity to both his personal map of campus as well as any demolition company worth their jackhammers, he couldn’t help but wonder what put this place on par with mountain resorts or remote island getaways. and also why the place smelled like a way different kind of magician had been hired for entertainment. for once, his wholly sober (and definitely staying sober, thanks for asking) brain figured out that the fewer questions he asked his generous hosts, the better.

he had his own entertainment, anyways. cosmopolitan issues, permanently stuffed into his shirt and the closest he would get to exploring english literature ever again. there was a sufficient amount of liveliness to the place that, as long as his fizzled conversations would remain fizzled, he could get back to researching various star-studded divorces and sponsorships by way of letting someone have concrete evidence of his presence. as he sat down on the doubtlessly ultra-exclusive, uber-hygienic floor, he realized his duties as very important guest were not over. he scrambled to pull his shirt back down, and triumphed to such a negative degree that he made a mental note to make reaction time a gargantuan part of his already rigorous training schedule.

“did you come here with a gift? when were we supposed to give gifts?” his question was flung out towards the nearest person in a frantic stage whisper loud enough to break the fifth wall. his hands emerged from the bowels of his khaki pockets empty, to make sure the point got across. “where are we supposed to give gifts? like, where they won’t get trampled or puked on?”

#ogdenstart #threads #vomit mention tw

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leondxs · 25 days

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There’s supposed to be tornadoes tomorrow and I’m so anxious I could puke

#vomit mention tw #{ I HATE tornadoes/bad weather }#||❧ нανє уσυ нєαя∂ σƒ тнє нιgн єℓνєѕ? ;; ooc ☙||

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littlemissplanky · 8 months

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Man brushing my teeth sucks sometimes because every single time I do I gag and feel like I have to puke like I barely couldn't look at the toilet without almost puking. Brushing my teeth is one of my sensory hells

#littlemissplanky rambles #gagging mention tw #vomit mention tw

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a-dotrivenitupontop · 4 months

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prosecco tastes so gross wtf

#tw alcohol mention #alcohol mention tw #it’s slaying absolute taste of vomit #do i trigger tag for emetophobia #better to be safe than sorry #tw vomit mention #vomit mention tw

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nataliavega · 1 year

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WHERE: some pre-game party somewhere. WHO: [ open ] & nat.

Nat glanced down at cup number... she didn’t remember what. “What are the chances I’m gonna be hurling up my guts in the morning?”

#normalizing 2012 style one liner starters #event: pre game party #vomit mention tw

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ollieinoue · 10 months

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IC TASK 005: THE HART OF THE MATTER

One moment Ollie had said he thought this was a stupid idea that he wasn't going to participate in, that there was no way this was for anyone's benefit other than making money off Ogden student's pain and trauma. But of course the Dean would sign off on this. The next moment he was sitting in a chair across from Jesse's dad, blinking rapidly at him like he must have just shown up out of no where. It wasn't the first time Ollie had ended up somewhere and had no idea how he got there, nor would it be the last, but fuck if this wasn't a terrible time to have that happen. He felt a bubble of panic rise in his chest until it felt like it was threatening to close his throat.

"I don't think I should be here..."

Who signed off on this?

Ollie was halfway standing up when a glass of water had been shoved into his hands by some underpaid assistant, or intern who did not have the time to deal with what they imagined was probably stage fright, and not a panic attack from someone who was completely blitzed out of their mind. Then there was a firm hand on his wrist, that Ollie's eyes followed, hand arm, shoulder, oh that was connected to Jesse's dad. Suddenly he was glued to the chair underneath the man's gaze. Oof. Ollie had been around the block a few times in his life, he'd dealt with a lot of really bad people. He knew an evil person when he saw one - and he wasn't just biased from everything he'd inferred from the very brief conversation he'd had with Jesse about his dad, either. This man was an asshole. He didn't even have to open his mouth, and Ollie already did not like him.

"Don't be nervous."

He was in the midst of denial, nearly shaking his head, and the tongue on the roof of his mouth. No, he wasn't nervous. That was not the problem. Before he could however Jesse's dad was already turning towards some person behind the cameras.

"Let's start."

Fuck...

“It’s a tough year to be a student at Ogden College with the tragic passing of Penelope Klein. And of course, we can’t forget the ongoing missing persons case surrounding beloved student, Greer Morrison. I know that Dean Zuko insisted on free on-campus counseling set up for all students. Have you made use of it?”

Ollie stared. Eyes wide, and mouth slightly open, letting the silence hang between them for a number of seconds that could have turned into minutes, that could have turned into hours, that could have turned into days for all he knew. It felt like that long. Long enough he wasn't even sure of what the question had been anymore. Long enough he wasn't sure where he was again, until he took another few moments to look around and get his barrings. Oh, right. Fuck.

"Mr. Inoue...?"

His head snapped back towards Jesse's dad. Fuck. Okay. Time to force his brain to work. "Is that not what this is?" Ollie asked, smiling as sweetly as he possibly could. And he spoke with so much heart felt sincerity that he had to almost pause and ask himself if he might be a little bit psychotic. "I've been waiting for you to come save us all, Jesse's Dad."

He swore he saw something glint in the man's eye, but not enough to stop him, unfortunately. Very unfortunately.

“There was that nasty storm that knocked out the power at the resort, I remember. That got a little dicey, huh? Parents and staff all congregated in the faculty chalet, but you kids were on the other side of the resort ..."

Ollie gave a silent tilt of his head, furrowing his eyebrows. That wasn't true was it? Was he completely misremembering what Link had told him when they'd gotten back to the dorms? He was extremely high at the present moment, so he really didn't feel confident enough to ask any questions. All he could really do was sport a confused look on his face as Jesse's dad continued speaking.

"... We’ve been told that Penelope organized some things for people to complete to make it through that night together. Were you one of them? What did you get up to during the blackout?”

"I cut my hair," he said, a bright smile chasing away the questioning look he'd given Jesse's dad. He bounced a little excited in his seat, as he brought his hand up to fiddle with his fringe. "I gave myself bangs. During the blackout. Which is pretty daring. But I like to live on the edge. -- but you mean when ... Right." Ollie visibly wilted, chewing on his bottom lip. "Uh, Penny told me to go with Milo Navarro to check how full the supplies in the kitchen pantry were. Just in case we got snowed in, I guess. What about you guys over in your chalet? Did you go anywhere? N-no? Okay..." They were moving on, he guessed he wasn't getting the answers to his own questions.

“In the wake of tragedy, it can be hard to recall things in detail. The brain has its own ways of protecting itself in high-stress situations, and I know that the police have been a near-constant presence on campus this year. This is not that; I want you to feel safe and comfortable enough to share whatever you want about that night. Did you see anything? Hear anything?”

There is something in the words that Jesse's dad said, that made Ollie want to pull his knees up to his chest and curl into the fetal position. Something bubbling in his stomach that made the panic rise in him again, threatening to burst out. This had to be among the top ten times he'd felt the most unsafe in his life. "No, I didn't see, or hear anything. Me and Milo got locked in the pantry and weren't let out until after-" his throat closed briefly and Ollie felt like he was choking on his words. He left them there. Until After...

“Obviously, we all want to get to the bottom of this and work through whatever lingering effects it might have left behind. If you were paired off with anyone that night, can you remember what they were doing? Would it have been possible that they might have been behind anything you saw?"

He gave a sound halfway between a scoff and a snort. "No," Ollie stated, confident in that at the very least. "Like I said we were locked in a tiny little pantry together. Milo was within touching distance of me the entire time."

“Now, if you’ll direct your attention to this screen here, I have something that— barring appropriate authorities— no one has seen until now.” A picture of Greer suddenly appears on screen, all eyes trained on this new piece of information. All eyes but Donovan’s which are locked onto the face of the person he’s interviewing, watching for any and every reaction. “This photo is shocking, I know. It was found in the faculty chalet the night of the blackout. Do you know anything about the day it was taken or who might have taken it?”

Ollie stared up at the photograph struck to a very long silence again. His eyes wide, and mouth open once more. He felt the bubbling in his stomach again, like he was going to be sick. Part of him wished he would be, just lean forward and vomit all over stupid Jesse's dad's lap. But instead he swallowed the burning in his throat, eyes darting back to the man sitting in front of him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He snapped. "Why the fuck do you think it would be a good idea to show that picture to anybody? Are you showing it to the people who have known her since they were children? Her fucking siblings? Oh, I guess it's more important to re-traumatize a bunch of people for the views. Do you have a pic of Penny's dead body too? Fuck off."

“Do you have any idea why this photo might have been left with faculty that night? Or, most pressing, what reason someone could have for vandalizing it in such a horrible way?”

"I don't know, Jesse's Dad, aren't you the psychology professional? Why don't you tell me?"

"Finally, it's been discovered that Penelope, shortly before her untimely death, had mentioned to someone that she knew why Greer had left. Do you think that has anything to do with this photo? Do you know why she might have left? Even though being honest about it may seem scary, I promise you, it's the right thing to do. It's the only way we can protect you."

Ollie let out an angry noise in the back of his throat, "protect me from what? From Dean Zuko who is more than happy to take a fucking kickback to exploit his students if that means he gets more money from you? Nah," he said, laughing as he reached up pulling at the microphone that had been clipped onto his shirt. "Fuck that. You want to know why Greer left? Probably to get away from this bullshit school." He continued to struggle with the mic, swatting away an assistant who came over to maybe help, or maybe stop him. Eventually he managed to toss it down onto the ground. "Don't worry about 'protecting me' I hope I'm fucking next. If it means I don't have to deal with assholes like you, and the Dean anymore."

#task 05 .#ic task 05 .#self para .#drug mention tw #drug use tw #vomit mention tw #this wasn't what I meant it to be...#if this were a tv show ollie would be dying next lmao

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