#implied vomiting

[handlelevine60]

TW: IMPLIED VOMITING AND BLACK BLOOD

(Don't jump me I swear pleas-)

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Bonfire + Emmeline?

CW: lady whump, immortal whumpee, burned alive, implied gore sorta, implied vomiting, temporary character death, bad memories

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Blood trickles down Emmeline's scraped and splintered back, the skin bare where a whip tore her shirt and her flesh the day before. The lashes have healed but the shredded cloth remains.

The blood is the only cool point as the kindling just inches below her bare toes begins to glow and smoke. Heat drifts up her cramping legs, almost a relief as the cold muscles warm and relax.

But the relief is short lived when the pile of gathered sticks and logs begins to take flame. Emmeline, roped on tight with her arms above her head, sore from the position, exhausted from torture, wails a final plea for mercy.

"SPARE ME, PLEASE! I AM INNOCENT!"

She is met with jeers and curses. The whole small village - neighbors, friends many of them - is gathered round.

"You are an abomination!"

Emmeline's toes curl, her legs tensing as they try to pull up and away from the increasingly unbearable heat, but there is nowhere for them to go. The flames surge up around her ankles and she screams to high heaven as the skin of her feet burns. Smoke fills her lungs, bringing with it the scent of her own charred flesh.

Her agonized screams turn in to violent coughs and then the coughs into retches, clenching her aching, empty stomach. Her eyes burn and spill tears until the heat dries them away. The coarse wood at her back rubs her skin raw as she writhes against it.

The fire has reached her hips when death finally claims her.

She and the villagers both know it won't keep her.

In the dewy hours of morning she'll wake, a charred body gasping for breath on a pile of wood and ash. The sounds of her pain will draw them back, and just as tender new skin has begun to form they'll grab her and drag her away once more...

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"Emmy? Are you okay?"

A hand on her shoulder startles Emmeline out of her daze. For a moment more she fears it's their hands, so cruel and rough. She almost recoils, but the gentleness of the touch registers just in time. Her eyes flick up and meet Liv's.

Liv's concerned face is illuminated by the warm glow of the little bonfire she and Emmeline managed to get going. Camping beneath the stars had seemed so romantic.

A chill ripples through her in spite of the warmth of the fire and Liv's hoodie draped over her shoulders. Liv's arm are around her shoulders.

She's here - in the woods, under the stars, by the fire, with Liv. Not in that hellish village. Not on that gleaming pyre.

"Y - no," she answers, opting for honesty at the last moment. She pulls her knees up and burrows against Liv, making herself small so she can fit more securely into her warm embrace.

"...do you want to talk about it?"

Emmeline considers it. It wouldn't be the first time she had to explain what dark well of a memory her mind had gone to. But the painful details would only upset Liv, so she merely says,

"I was remembering what being burned feels like." Liv's arms tighten minutely. "It's...awful."

"Awful sounds like an understatement."

Emmeline holds onto her arm. "It is. I'd rather not describe it."

Liv pauses, then presses a kiss to Emmeline's temple.

"Me and this here bucket of water won't let the fire anywhere near you," she reassures, the words lighthearted but her tone full of meaning. Sometimes she has to joke to diffuse her emotions when they overwhelm her.

Emmeline nods against her arm and looks once more at the little fire. Now she can make out their backpacks beside them, two sticks in the flame awaiting marshmallows, the looming trees beyond.

In the safe cradle of Liv's arms, it all looks gentle and comforting, no longer a threat. She smiles and nods again, reaching for the bag of marshmallows, and like that the dreams are chased once more into the shadows of her mind.

[askspookyfox]

Uhhhh... What do you do when the player gets played???  TW for next panel (under cut): Implied vomiting

[thecompletebookworm]

Hello Friends, but especially @mdlay, @killingkueen and @paradigmparadoxical, my sister is doing okay and has tested negative for covid.  She’s still having a rough time and keeping food down is a struggle, but she’s had a slew of tests and an ultrasound so hopefully we’ll know what’s going wrong soon.  I’m guessing it’s probably a chronic illness rearing its ugly head (and potentially connected to her hypermobility and migraines which have also just gotten shrugs in the past.)  But from my experience with getting chronic illness diagnoses, I hope that it at least gets figured out soon.  Thanks for supporting me and listening to my fretting.

[crepeycrepeyspacewizard]

Modern AU Hux waking up in the morning with a blinding hangover and his face stuck to the toilet seat. He thinks he had a messy night but he doesn't think he did anything too bad. Shame he hasn't the chance to sober up much when he finds the six videos of him on Facebook, hugging the toilet and declaring that he's the captain of his porcelain ship. It must be his ship, he slurs at the top of his lungs, it's got his name on it. He's going to murder Kylo.

[bloatmeupscotty]

I've been so sick the past few days (like, can't-keep-water-down sick at points) and yesterday all ai managed was a few crackers.

All of this means that this morning my stomach is growling and feels so hollow. I desperately want to be able to fill it with something nutritious but I don't wanna be nauseous about it 😭

[betty-fandom-blog]

Y’know, I’ve been really excited about “The Silver Eyes: The Graphic Novel” for ever since I heard it was coming out.

So now I own said book.

“But Betty,” you may be wondering in probably not these exact words, “why are you sounding so upset when you’ve wanted it?”

Because I learned about who the artist is and what she’s done. Not gonna go into that because it triggers the absolute fuck out of me and makes me want to expel my innards through my mouth.

I’m still going to read it. I’m still going to probably enjoy it.

However, just because I’m going to read and perhaps enjoy the contents of the book, it does not mean that I share the same beliefs as the artist nor condone her actions.

I’m very saddened, disgusted, and upset by the information I learned yesterday. In fact, the majority of the day was very triggering and upsetting due to a lot of things I found out.

So, yeah. I’m... I’m really sad.

[missedbeinganalprobed]

If I don’t answer I’m busy being sick.

Is this what karma feels like?