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[Steven was baffled by the kid's alleged black eyes, but frankly, so was Nanashi. Now that he thought about it, the kid's presence felt more ominous or malicious than innocent and curious. It felt like they knew what was going to happen...and they were happy about it. Was that just his mind twisting his own fuzzy memories, or was he onto something...?]

[Nevertheless, Steven accepted the information...though he probably didn't understand or even believe it. Nanashi was beginning to doubt himself here. They resembled a ghost more than an actual child.]

[Nanashi's question wasn't borne of ignorance -- moreso the fact that, well...the culprit hadn't acted in years. A kid in the back room was uncanny, sure, but he was more inclined to accept their presence as a coincidence. Maybe it was a kid who'd stowed away as they closed up for the night, or maybe his theory that they were a ghost had some credence to it. Whatever it was, the last thing on his mind was a killer from the 80's making a comeback.]

[Either Steven knew something else that Nanashi didn't, or he'd leapt to a conclusion that...probably wasn't accurate. He was too tired and unsure to contribute right now, so he'd leave it at that.]

[Tugging at the steering wheel had been stupid and reckless, but he'd acted on impulse -- if he hadn't, they would have ran that poor kid over. In hindsight, however...that was definitely the kid from last night. If he'd been able to put two and two together in that moment, he would have realized how abnormal that scenario was. Then again, it probably wouldn't have changed anything -- on the off chance that it wasn't him hallucinating, he'd rather save a life.]

[His actions had, of course, had consequences. Between Steven slamming on the brakes and the spinning of the car, he felt sick to his stomach -- that, and a seatbelt digging into his hanging-by-a-thread corpse was indescribably painful. He uncontrollably coughed; specks of blood sprayed the glovebox and the floor of the car. Blood pooled on the fabric of his shirt, likely from some reopened wounds. At least his shirt was already red, eh?]

[Steven's exclamation worsened the situation, riddling him with guilt on top of everything else. He choked out an apology, finding his throat even worse for wear now.] ❝ S...s-sorry...sir. ❞

[Nanashi didn't protest. He exited his side of the car, withholding an explanation until he felt well enough to speak. Rushing to his feet had some ill effects, though; not long after he was on solid ground, his stomach expelled itself...maybe literally. The resulting puddle, like the discharge from his coughs, had nothing but blood and viscera in it. Don't think about it.]

[Nanashi entered the backseat, his entire body trembling from the shock and utter agony. He believed in the reasoning behind his actions, but boy, was he paying for it.]

❝ The...kid. Th-There was a kid...on the road. ❞ [Nanashi forced out, sinking into his seat.] ❝ I-I'm sorry. ❞

That's to be expected. Trauma like that-- it tends to leave accurate but limited memories, especially this soon after the event. Nanashi might have focused on anything from how many floor tiles he saw in the back room to the springlocking itself; details about the child might be completely inaccessible at this point.

...oh, well. It was worth a shot.

Except--

"Black eyes...?" Steven echoes, struggling to make sense of what Nanashi means. A trick of the light? Something as simple as very dark brown irises? Blown pupils, maybe? He has no idea.

"Okay, uh. Good to... know."

Steven's gaze flicks toward Nanashi, surprised by the question. Nanashi knows about the company's long, unfortunate past, doesn't he? How naive does someone have to be to see a child in the back room after hours and not jump to the obvious conclusion that there's something really, really wrong going on? It must just be the general near-death confusion clouding the guy's mind. Bell debates with himself for a moment before settling on a response that's unlikely to upset the poor kid too terribly.

"No! No, of course not. Uh, I just wanted to make sure." There's no need to go into things right now when Nanashi's clearly not all there.

Steven barely gets out a confused "huh?" before Nanashi goes crazy, yanking on the wheel and sending them careening off the road.

Things happen too quickly for Bell to fully comprehend, but one moment he's slamming on the brakes, and the next--

"Wh--" He blinks, dazed, pressing an uncoordinated hand to his face to push at his glasses. There's an odd sort of pain in his abdomen where his seat-belt has bitten into him, and he can't quite tell whether he's slammed his head against something, but overall... that could have been worse.

"What the hell, Nanashi!" there's not much force to his words, and they come out more shocked than angry. He should probably make sure that none of the other employee's wounds have reopened, but at the moment, all he can do is stare straight ahead and reel from what just happened.

"Th-th-- you need to go sit in the back. I'm going to-- I don't think the car's banged up too badly, but Jesus! What did you go and do a thing like that for!"

[This was the first time ( as far as Nanashi could recall ) that Steven had ever been this angry with him -- it was deserved, though. Nanashi had pulled a stupid move that could have easily gotten them killed. That and, apparently, the sight had all been in Nanashi's head -- he'd gotten them both hurt over a delusion. He should have trusted Steven's lack of reaction as a sign that there was nothing there.]

[He shrank in his seat; he felt like a little kid again, upset and frustrated with himself for disappointing his dad. Of course, this scenario was objectively worse -- he was actively being a burden to his boss because he couldn't get his shit together. That, and he was dying. Not a good look.]

[After a moment, Steven collapsed against his headrest, then apologized for snapping. Yeah, this definitely resembled a lecture from his dad...albeit with deeper repercussions. He reassured Nanashi that they were okay and hadn't hurt anyone, which -- though partly obvious -- was a big relief.]

[It did, of course, raise some questions. Who was the kid he kept seeing? Were they connected to that suit, somehow? Or maybe it was one of those things where he'd been seeing some manifestation of the grim reaper, kind of like how people on their death bed would see otherworldly shit. God, he was in bad shape.]

[Nanashi quietly nodded as Steven offered to drive -- slowly, this time. His gaze absentmindedly drifted to his window. He stared at the road; the kid was nowhere to be seen.]

[If he saw any more "visions," huh? Yeah, Steven probably thought he was crazy now, on top of everything else. Alas, he was in no position to argue or defend himself...he'd just shut up for a while. At least his throat might heal.]

❝ Deal. It's a left...a-at the next light. Then you turn...right, after the park. M-My house's on...Rocky Road. ❞ [Might as well get instructions out of the way now -- it'd be easier than trying to navigate from the backseat, and remaining silent was a good solution to...a lot of problems right now.]

Yeah, Nanashi better be sorry. That was reckless, and dangerous, and not in the ways in which Steven is used to.

The sound of retching makes Bell turn his head, hard-wired to immediately clean up any unfortunate accidents before parents start explaining, but he can see all the way from inside the vehicle that whatever Nanashi has thrown up is more blood than anything else. Oof. Now they really need to get the poor kid some rest.

Steven quickly averts his gaze and shifts his focus back to the car. It’s still running, which is good, and hopefully Nanashi’s place is close enough that the vehicle can limp along the last few miles even if there’s damage that Bell can’t see right now.

Looking back at Nanashi through the mirror, Steven grits his teeth, frustrated.

“There was not. The road was completely empty.” …it’s not Nanashi’s fault. If he had hallucinated a kid in the road, then he had… maybe… done the right thing in making sure they hadn’t hit it.

Bell sighs, letting his head fall back against the seat with a painful thump.

“I’m— no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get short with you. We’re okay, and I promise, we didn’t hit anyone.”

Nanashi needs some serious help. As soon as Steven gets him home, he’s going to call up the guy’s family if they’re not already around and demand that they get his head checked out (in addition to everything else wrong with Nanashi right now). Then Steven will go back, fix things, and— and everything will be just fine.

“I’m going to start driving again, okay?” At a far more reasonable speed, this time. He doesn’t want Nanashi to throw up more blood.

“Tell me if you start seeing any more, uh, visions, and I’ll tell you if they’re really real. Deal?”

I’ve been having a bit of a shaky night and this helps. What if someone threw up in the gas station I went to earlier and they didn’t clean it up properly and I inhaled the molecules and I’m going to wake up tonight feeling like I’ve been infected with a symbiote and I vomit feverishly for hours and become traumatized and my OCD worsens until it completely tears my mind apart? Haha would that be messed up or what?

I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but intrusive thoughts are basically your brain’s (sometimes very upsetting) way of saying “If there were two guys on the moon and one of them killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what?”

I’ve personally found that adding the “would that be fucked or what?” part in myself really helps put the more disturbing thoughts we sometimes get into perspective. Helps me say “yeah thar sure would be fucked up” and move on with my day.

It’s not a secret desire, it’s not something that only occurs to you because you’re a bad person. It’s just your brain deciding to process the fact that it knows an uncomfortable thing exists in the world by feeding it to you in an absurd “what if” with you as the main character.

gonna make yourself sick

[ In the sky in my mind,

Between my eyes

Within my eyes

I don’t know why,

but can you feel me melt away? ]

- Terrible Things, Brick + Mortar

This or that (Bts sickfics)

Just Nausea or Throwing up?

Belly or tummy?

Hiding sickness or saying it straight up?

Turning pale before being sick or turning green before being sick?

stomach ache or head ache?

Coughing up sick,burping up sick or hiccuping up sick?

Sick Namjoon or Sick Seokjin?

Sick Yoongi or Sick Hoseok?

Sick Jimin or Sick Taehyung?

Sick Jungkook or Sick Ot7?

making mistakes is ok, everyone makes mistakes and I know that but when I make a mistake I want to throw up, cry, scream and disappear

Can we normalize people having abnormal fears?

When people say they are afraid of heights or spiders everyone respects that. But suddenly when the fear isn’t mainstream it’s just plain odd.

I have emetophobia (extreme fear of vomit/throwing up) and any time I try and open up about it I’m ridiculed. I’ve had “friends” purposely send me videos of people throwing up without telling me, so I am blindsided and triggered. When I have tried to talk about missing sleep from panic attacks I was laughed at. I try and protest and say that I would never exploit their fears like that, and yet it’s like it means nothing.

When someone says they are afraid of something, respect the fuck out of that. NEVER try and trigger someone for fun, just because it’s not something you are afraid of.

Let’s normalize people having abnormal fears

GORETOBER 2023

Day 10: Vomit

CONTAINS -> BRIGHT COLORS, EMETOPHOBIA, EXPOSED FLESH

Splendid lays on the ground, his body wracked with nausea and pain. The blue squirrel's body shuddered with each wrenching heave, his eyes closed tight as tears spilled down his cheek. His once-proud blue fur was now tarnished with his own vomit. He looked up at Splendont, trying to find some glimmer of humanity in the villain's eyes, but all he saw was hatred and disgust.

Splendont looked down at Splendid, his expression clearly indicating his disappointment in what he had become. "How mighty the hero have fallen..."

Splendid tried to speak, but the only sound that came from his lips was a weak, wheezing cough. Splendont's expression softened slightly, and he knelt down beside Splendid to listen to what he had to say. "How?" Splendid managed to croak out.

Splendont stood up, a self-satisfied expression on his face. "I did your job and handled those raccoon brothers," he said with a smirk. "Must say my apologies for I did get overboard with them."

Splendid's heart sank at Splendont's words. The twins had paid the price for his failure. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, along with the pain from the torture he had endured at Splendont's hands. And yet he couldn't even grieve properly with his weakened state. His fur peeling off with second passing. The burning pain of his injuries is just too much to take.

"Foolish of them to think I'll spare their breaths for giving up the info about your weakness," Splendont spat out, his tone dripping with malice. "And to think it was just this green rock."

He held up the Kryptonut close, a small green rock surrounded by that sickly green glow. Splendid couldn't even respond, his heart pounding with fear and dread. Seeing this further Splendont's repulsed expression.

"Seriously, you disgust me," Splendont hissed, his eyes narrowing into slits. "You don't deserve to be the original."

Splendid lay in a puddle of his own vomit, his tears of anguish mixing with the acidic liquid. He looked up at Splendont, his eyes pleading for mercy he knew would never come. He felt the tears streaming down his face, mixing with the vomit that covered him. Splendid tried to speak, but he couldn't find the strength to form a single word. He could only watch as Splendont grabbed a chunk of his hair, his red eyes blazing with fury and hatred.

"Remember this day, Splendid," Splendont loomed over him, his face etched with disgust and disappointment, "For the world will acknowledge me."

My favorite part of eating sour dough bread is when after you eat it your mouth tastes like you just vomited until you brush your teeth and you brush your tongue so hard you almost actually do puke

hurt/comfort starters!! trigger warnings: blood, injury, vom*t, panic attack

❝ lay down. you need to lay down. put your head in my lap. ❞

❝ i think i’m about to pass out. ❞

❝ what happened to you? come inside. come inside. ❞

❝ i know it’s late, but… i need you here. ❞

❝ [name]. you’re bleeding. ❞

❝ the more you freak out, the faster you’re going to bleed. just take it easy. ❞

❝ just keep talking to me. ❞

❝ you’re safe. it’s just a panic attack. just squeeze my hands, okay? ❞

❝ can you talk? ❞

❝ stay with me— hey. [name]? oh my god, please don’t do this. ❞

❝ please don’t leave. ❞

❝ you’re not gonna die. i’m not gonna let you die. ❞

❝ i know you want to sleep, but you need to stay awake for me. ❞

❝ it’s okay. just go to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. ❞

❝ it hurts. oh my god, it hurts— ❞

❝ it’s not as bad as it looks, i swear. ❞

❝ i know it hurts. just hang in there, okay? ❞

❝ i’ve got you. you’re safe now. ❞

❝ i need you to tell me what’s wrong. what are you feeling? ❞

❝ it’s okay. it’s alright. let it out. ❞

❝ there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. you’re sick. ❞

❝ let me make you some soup. ❞

❝ let me make you some tea. ❞

❝ i didn’t want to worry you. ❞

❝ it’s okay to cry. i know it hurts. ❞

❝ wrap your arms around my neck. i’m gonna carry you. ❞

❝ i’m gonna take good care of you. don’t you worry. ❞

❝ please help me. please. ❞

❝ stop moving, just let me hold you. ❞

❝ breathe with me. in and out… good job. just keep doing that. ❞

❝ i can’t feel my hands— ❞

❝ i can’t move it. i think it’s broken. ❞

❝ i can’t see. ❞

❝ i’m not gonna let anything happen to you. ❞

❝ don’t look at it. just keep your eyes closed, and breathe. ❞

❝ thank you for being here with me. ❞

E Y E B L E E D

Haha

Haha having a TM emetiphobe TM moment

having a having a moment where I see quesadilla and want quesadilla but my everything hurts a little so I'm not eating the quesadilla but I really want the quesadilla but I don't want it to get me

I ate the quesadilla :(((((( Having a terrible time, forced to take medicine

Haha

Haha having a TM emetiphobe TM moment

having a having a moment where I see quesadilla and want quesadilla but my everything hurts a little so I'm not eating the quesadilla but I really want the quesadilla but I don't want it to get me

Having

Having one of those "o shoot did I eat anything today??" moments

I have this bag I can draw on and so far it’s got my favorite bug and two other bug people with boobs but I want to put my boy Sammy on it. I thought I’d make a poll since I’m not sure what pose exactly to do, so here are some options! Ty

He’s Done! Thanks everyone for helping me find a good pose!

Oh I forgot to tell everyone about the rainbow mantis woman with the garters and gun but she’s there too!

(Image ID: A drawing of Sammy with the Ink Demon behind him, drawn on an eggshell-white bag with fabric markers. Sammy is in the foreground, his left hand held upwards in a posture of blessing, and his right hand outstretched to the viewer. Ink drips off this hand. Under his mask is a wide grin. Over him, the Ink Demon looms to Sammy’s right, with a signature smile and a pool of ink coming from its mouth. To the far right is a sticker I got from Oddities and Curiosities of a rainbow lady with a praying mantis head, Victorian clothing, a retro astronaut visor, and a cartooonish laser gun. This sticker is by AtomicFolkArt. End ID)

[Blurred version so it’s a bit easier to see under the cut]

I have this bag I can draw on and so far it’s got my favorite bug and two other bug people with boobs but I want to put my boy Sammy on it. I thought I’d make a poll since I’m not sure what pose exactly to do, so here are some options! Ty

Goretober Day 17: Vomiting Blood

This one hurt my heart but I knew he was perfect for this one 😔

Idk if this is how you send in requests or not but wtf I’m here lol kinda embarrassed to write this but I gotta get this thought outta my head bro

Idk if this request would fit within what you enjoy/can/are able to write for but I’ll ramble on nonetheless

How do you think Gyutaro would work with comforting a s/o that struggles with Emetophobia that leads to seperation issues. Like I’m talking the phobia goes up sometimes to where s/o stops eating or is nonverbal, and the separation anxiety is bad to the point of freaking out if they don’t know where Gyutaro is

I’m strugglin rn man I just need my favorite man to hold me

𝓖𝔂𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓢/𝓞 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓔𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓪

a/n- Hope this helps. And to anyone reading this my requests are always open

In all the years you have been together he has never been aware of your phobia.

You both have separation anxiety. As much as it pains him to leave your side he has to do it sometimes for upper moon meetings, missions and getting food.

When he leaves your breaths feel cold. and you feel like curling up on yourself and cry.

You always feel so relieved when he comes back.

It got worse.

You stopped eating afraid of puking. and yo never talked anymore.

Gyutaro noticed this but didn't say anything.

One night you woke up and Gyutaro wasn't by your side.

Your breaths became short and your mind frantic.

You couldn't hold it back. You started sobbing and shaking.

Gyutaro came back. when he saw you he immediately went to check on you.

you grasped him like it was your last time ever seeing him.

He immediately hugged you back and held you in his arms letting you cry your heart out in his chest.

After an while your tears dried up. You told Gyutaro everything.

After that day he paid extra attention you and made sure whenever he had to leave for an while he cuddle you for hours before to make up for it.

He helps you through your phobia. And helps you eat again.

a/n- hope this helps