#hunger prompts

[nyqmii]

Favorite tummy related dialogues (Pt.2)

Hungry-

"all this talk about food is making me hungry"

"think my stomach is gonna eat itself"

"quiet down in there"!

"sounds like my tummies talking"

"you hear that, I must be hungry"

"SHUT UP I LITERALLY JUST FED YOU"!

"think I've got the munchies"

"damn, my stomach is going nuts"!

"sounds like someone's hungry"

"you okay? you're stomach is awfully loud today"

"poor thing, you must be starving"

"was that your stomach"?

"hungry already"?

"you should really eat something"

"has your stomach always been this loud"?

Full-

"I can't eat another bite"

"man I'm stuffed"

"my stomach is huge"!

"I think I- *urrp* overdid it"

"come rub my belly"

"I don't think I can finish it all"

"not sure if I have enough room for seconds"

"holy shit! you ate all that"?

"sounds like your stomach enjoyed that"

"you look like you're about to burst"!

"your stomach is as hard as a rock"

[grrumbles-galore]

I don’t think I’ve posted on here for like, three or so years? Anyhow, I’m back from the dead for a very short while until school eats me alive (hehe) again. Here are some of my all time favorite hunger responses from both someone hearing a very grumbly tummy and someone *with* a grumbly tummy:

“Are you ok?”

“That doesn’t sound good”

“You sound absolutely starved”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Have you eaten yet today?”

“Oh man, I wonder if we have any snacks with us…”

“You really need to take a break”

“Woah woah woah, sit down, sit down”

“Someone’s hungry”

“I knew you were hungry”

“That was really loud…”

“Come on, let’s find something to eat”

“You can take a break if you want”

“I don’t know how you’ve gone this long without eating”

“Ahg, I’m sorry, that was so loud”

“Uhhhg, I’m starving”

“Wow, I’m really hungry”

“I’m fine”

“What are you looking at?”

“I’m sorry, I’m trying”

“There has to be something to eat around here…”

“I know, I know, I’ll feed you soon”

“I’m so shaky…”

“How much longer?”

“Please shut up…”

“No, it’s ok! I can go a little longer”

*silently puts a hand over their stomach*

*tries to keep focusing on the task at hand/conversation but they can’t help but wrap their arms around their waist to try to muffle the growls*

*sighs, but keeps working*

God I love all of these tropes.. there’s so many ways these can be used and they’re all golden ✨

[tummyisbae]

I feel a little silly for this, but hey ho~

I went to a hair salon for the first time in my life. (It was okay. My stylist fixed my bangs and did a nice hairstyle before I went to a party.) The stylist didn't talk much (I didn't mind), but that means my mind was wandering 80% of the time.

While sitting in the chair, I noticed that my head was level to the stylist's midriff, and some scenarios occurred to me~

The stylist eats a big breakfast or lunch, or perhaps they ate something that gave them a minor bellyache (ex: too much coffee or soda). Either way, the customer can hear the stomach working very hard to digest whatever it is. (Maybe after a pretty loud grumble that can't be ignored, the stylist says something like: "Sorry. That's my lunch.")

On the flip-side... A customer's appointment is taking longer than expected. Maybe they asked for a really complicated hairstyle. Maybe the hair just isn't behaving. Maybe the salon doesn't have certain tools/products, so they have to get creative. Either way, it's dragging on into the stylist's break, and their stomach is getting impatient. As much as they would love to go on their lunch break, they can't very well stop in the middle of an appointment. All they can do is give the customer what they want, hoping they won't notice the stylist's stomach crying out for their next meal.

BONUS~ Perhaps the customer underestimated how long the appointment would take, and THEY'RE starting to get hungry. Would the stylist hear their stomach over the sounds of hair-washing and blow-drying? If they did, would they politely ignore it, or maybe offer some water and a snack?

[hungrytummyprompts]

How about tired with a side of extra whump?

As soon as the door closed behind him, Kurt collapsed straight into his bed. He didn't even bother removing his shoes, or his hero gear. Hell, the hero gear was best left on as much as possible. He'd live in it if he could, it was the one thing he had that protected his skin from his own powers. Anyway, his main goal for now was to just sleep until he felt at least a little rested, which would be...six years perhaps? Yeah, that was in line with how exhausted he felt now. He'd even elected to stay in a room in the team base instead of making his way home home, even though that would certainly leave him more at risk of Katharine's nagging about getting injuries seen to or whatever else. Honestly, she was worse than his ex sometimes.

It probably would have been easier to sleep if he had let her treat his wounds. Then he would just have to deal with the nausea that came with the excess acid in his system (thanks, acid powers) and the way that excess acid made it difficult to eat properly.

Speaking of which, he was starving. As usual. His belly gave its usual complaints, a low, longing groan that bid him to get out of bed and go back to the common room. He pushed himself up on his arms, yawned and decided 'fuck it'. A second later, he was face down in the pillow again.

Sleep didn't come easily, much to his chagrin. Despite his exhaustion, the aches and pains across his body digging into his psyche every time he tried to relax bothering him more than he'd care to admit. Hunger was digging at his belly like a frantic animal, and now he was no longer in the midst of battle his stomach decided it was cool to complain. He shifted position for a while, trying to get comfortable if it was the last thing he did, and ended up on his back, one leg bent up, one arm slung over his eyes, the other draped languidly over his poor neglected stomach. In this position he could really feel it sinking in from lack of food, each miserable grumble like a knife to his already sore body.

He didn't neglect it on purpose, of course. If he could control it, he'd be eating well every day, enough even to become good and fat. He imagined how it would feel to be completely stuffed with good food and thought it would be the ultimate fantasy.

The problem was his acid powers. His body naturally overproduced saliva, enough that he was either forced to swallow it down or spit it out with frankly ridiculous frequency. There was always a pause in conversation when it was his turn while he cleared his mouth of the latest stupid puddle. It meant he always had a huge amount to spit at enemies, but outside of a fight situation it was nothing but a pain.

Additionally, the saliva his body produced was a highly corrosive acid. More potent than anything else he'd encountered in his life so far. His body didn't seem properly equipped to handle it either. Any time it touched his skin, it burned. He had scars around his mouth, his lips mostly scar tissue, his hands and arms carrying the proof of old burns. The inside of his body had some protection. It still burned his mouth and throat, but not enough to cause obvious major damage. Sometimes he would gag as the acid slid down his throat, his body bringing it back up as it begged him to get rid of it, and jesus fuck did that hurt, and having more acid in his stomach than he was supposed to was just awful. It hurt, especially when his stomach was empty, it made him feel sick, it bloated him and gave him ulcers, it just sucked more than anything.

Overall, this made simply eating and drinking normally highly unpleasant. Anything in his mouth caused it to water, which of course meant more acid spit, it would quickly become some nasty mush before he could even chew it, his body would try to reject it when he swallowed, his stomach wouldn't even absorb whatever made it in properly and there was a fair chance he would throw up later.

Okay, maybe some of the neglect was willful avoidance of a very unpleasant process but mostly it was just hard to get anything good into his stomach. A stomach that was currently throwing an absolute tantrum in his exhausted body. He dug his fingers in against the miserable organ, just wishing it would stop. He was tired and just wanted to sleep without his tummy screaming at him. It was too much, he couldn't do it anymore.

At some point in the mess of misery, he must have fallen into a light sleep because he was startled awake by his door opening. He knew who it was without looking. The whole room stank of death and rot, which didn't help the nausea at all. He couldn't judge Katherine for it though, it was a shitty side effect of her powers too.

"Get out."

She instead placed something on the desk. He caught the scent of broth and groaned as his stomach clenched and howled. Katherine huffed.

"I could hear your stomach from all the way down the hall. Eat, you idiot."

He raised a hand and waved her away,  waited until he heard her leave and shut the door and sat up to look at what she had brought.

Soup.

Simple soup. Some kind of vegetable soup by the smell. His belly begged him to get up, take those few steps to the desk and eat the whole thing. When had he last eaten? It looked so good and he was so hungry, and he could tell what Katherine had meant. His tummy was growling non stop and so fucking loud, even before she'd brought the soup in. He contemplated dragging himself out of bed to eat.

Then lay back down with both hands pressed to his belly. He would eat later, he promised himself. For now, he was just too damn tired.

[starvingsketches]

Still one of my fav games💖

[yelly-lemon]

|| C.yno thoughts ||

• No bcuz there's so much potential with C.yno just neglecting his needs cuz DUTY

Endless posibilities

• Imagine him escorting C.ollei to Sumeru in the manga, having not eaten for a while, his tummy naturally starts getting vocal, and C.ollei finally asks "um... What was that? "

While C.yno just looks at her like "hm? Oh. Just my stomach" Or smth along these lines, like he doesn't even care that his stomach is roaring rn.

There's so many possible scenarios with that man istg

• Also I think that when his stomach growls it's always deep, long rumbles, suiting how ppl in the academiya see him as "intimidating"

• can we talk about how him getting too involved in a TCG game to the point where he doesn't eat, drink or sleep for hours is so canon

• Imagine that the spirit of Hermanubis uses up so much energy whenever he uses it to fight, when it stops he's absolutely famished, the first thing he hears when he comes back to his senses being his tummy howling and growling desperately, maybe even painful. Imagine how hungry he would be when he gets back to Sumeru.

• He's the type of guy who would be less concentrated, more sleepy and have a brain fog whenever he gets hungry. Tighnari knows, and when they're having a conversation at that time it goes like

"Okay, so, what do you think?

"... I... Uh. What?? "

"... Let's go get you a snack 😶"

[mycrushon]

At work saying things like “huh. getting pretty hungry. i need to find some food.” and “hrg... I’m too hungry to run right now” etc

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[tummyisbae]

I just read your hair salon scenarios and wanted to mention (as a stylist) that you've captured the big three scenarios spot on lmao. I'd say the other big scenario is when we use products with certain smells (usually mint or some type of citrus) that sets everyone's stomach off

(and to answer your question, we usually can hear a client's stomach over the water, but normally we ignore it unless they bring it up. Working the lunch/dinner shift has made me have to awkwardly tell them "it's fine" while internally freaking out a few times. It doesn't help that my salon is between two restaurants lmao)

-🌧️

OMG 😆 This is just about the BEST response I could have gotten!

I didn't think about how smells would come into play, because the products that were used on my hair just smelled like flowers or chemicals.

(Thankfully my stomach kept quiet during my appointment 😖 One good thing about being nervous, I guess...)

Definitely keeping this in mind for my little stories 😼 Thank you so much for indulging in my silly little fantasies, little rain cloud~

[hungrytummyprompts]

bratty?

"Are you kidding me?" The music abruptly stopped as Ryan held up his hands before storming over to the guitarist and ripping the sheet music away from him. "Did you even fucking try to read this? At all?" He pressed his fingers to his temples with a great sigh. "I don't know why Cass even insists on hiring musicians. She knows I can play all the instruments myself."

The man at the guitar put the instrument down and stood roughly. "Then why don't you?"

"Because Cass insists on hiring you. Only for you to butcher my fucking music. I want it played as written for the recording, mate. It's my vision, my song. No improv, no creative flair. This is a Reks Lee song, one hundred percent by Reks Lee. Not by Reks Lee and some random nobody his manager picked up off the street."

He turned away before the poor sod could answer, continuing to try and massage away the headache threatening to crack his skull. It did nothing to help.

"I'd always heard Reks Lee was great to work with." A snide voice piped in from behind him. One of the other special hired helpers, he supposed. "Didn't realise he was such a prick."

So great. Not only am I stressed beyond belief, tired as fuck and packed in a schedule tighter than a nun's holes, but my reputation in the industry is about to get completely fucked too. Whoop de doo.

Ryan handed back the crumpled sheet music with a sigh. "Look, just...just play the music, okay? We need this done by five, we only have the studio until five, I want it done early if possible because I've got to go straight on to a bloody performance in bloody Milton Keynes of all places. So...please."

He stalked back to his place as his stomach twisted in that frustratingly familiar ache that came with not having eaten a thing today and barely eating yesterday. Add starving to that stupid list. Ever since he'd started gaining real notoriety, Cass had really been on his arse, keeping him busy at all hours to make the most out of having at least one genuinely famous client. That often meant wall to wall work without a single break to eat and a very grumpy singer. He paused to adjust his microphone and that was when the hell cramps in his belly released in a low, longing growl. Loud enough for the others to hear, judging by the snort of laughter from the amateur guitarist.

"So are you always this much of a cunt or just when you're hungry?"

Perhaps it was a subconscious effort to save face or protect what little reputation he had left, but he answered with a terse "just when I'm hungry" through gritted teeth. His stomach punctuated that with another insistent, burbling groan and he found himself pressing a hand to his belly, trying to ease the discomfort just a little. He gave his tummy a rub, trying to work out the knots and cramps, but every time one released another took its place.

"When did you last eat, man?"

"None of your fucking business."

"More than a day ago then. Got it."

Ryan rolled his eyes so hard they could have popped right out of his head. "Well, the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can eat." His stomach moaned miserably again.

"Anyway, you'd think you'd be less pissy considering I only got the sheet music yesterday. Like, come on, man, give me some time to learn it before you jump down my ass."

"...What? No, excuse me, what?" Frustrated, he dragged his hands through his hair. "Are you telling me Cass only...yesterday?" He took a deep breath, then kicked the microphone stand, stomped to the nearest chair and hid his face in his arms. After a moment, he heard the snide helper, he did not know her name, come up beside him.

"How about I order some pizza or something?"

"I don't have time for pizza." The thought was tempting, though. He was so fucking hungry, just the thought of even a cheap pizza from the nearby dive set his mouth watering and his stomach grumbling. "I have to get this done. Cass-"

"Get a new agent." The guitarist told him sharply, sitting down next to him. "Or manager, whatever she is. And learn to tell her no, man, for fuck's sake."

Learn to say no. That had always been a problem for Ryan. People pleaser, he'd called himself, but really it was just code for 'easy to abuse'. It was second nature by now to keep his head down and his mouth shut, do as he was told and deal with the consequences as they came.

"'Sides, your gut sounding off like that'll get in all the recordings anyway." Ryan huffed while the others laughed. One of his arms came down away from his face and clamped around his belly instead as it let out another hollow groan. "Saige, order a few pizzas. We'll fill our bellies and have another crack at the recording when everyone's in a better place physically and mentally. Trust me, man, there will be way fewer interruptions then. We might actually get a smooth run without you losing your shit again."

Ryan sighed, rubbing his poor, aching belly as he thought it over. "Fine...pizza sounds good. I'll pay."

"No, I'm buying it." Saige insisted, shaking a finger at him.

"... I'll at least chip in. Come on, this is embarrassing enough."

"You won't stop until I cave, will you?"

"I'm one stubborn bastard."

Saige laughed as she put in the order. "Fine. Pay me back later. For now, let's get you fed."

[starvingsketches]

Have this kinda old traditional x digital art kinda thing cuz I have nothing better atm and I took a long enough hiatus by now, so sorry about that T^T

Btw his stomach sounds like thunder, BeCaUsE i SaiD sO👏👏👏

(Lineart done by pen, the rest is IbisPaintX)

[tshungrystomach]

Hi! This is my first ever Tumblr blog that dabbles in this topic, but I'm happy to create an account and interact with the community. My name is T and I'm obviously interested in stomach noises and the like. This blog is 18+, and on this blog you can send asks about hunger stuff, prompts, ask me to make headcanons about characters being hungry or your own headcanons, that sort of thing.

Here are some rules however for this type of thing, this is subject to change:

No underage character's, because that's just weird

No racist, homophobic, or otherwise just super hateful stuff will be tolerated on this blog.

I will not make headcanons about real people, only fictional

Here is some of the stuff I will make ideas, prompts and headcanons about this is subject to change:

Hunger

Over/under eating

Stomach aches

Upset stomach (feeling nauseous, sick)

Bloating

Eating preferences

Eating schedules

Here is some of the stuff I will not make ideas, prompts and headcanons about this is subject to change:

Vore

Feederism

If you aren't sure if your idea falls under something I will or won't make something about, just ask. I may not respond immediately as most users in this community are American from what I've seen, and I'm Irish, so there is a significant time difference. You can also just send in and ask about more random things if you would like, but just never be afraid to send in a ask, as you can do so anonymously if you wish.

Here are some shows/movies I've already seen as it may be easier to make asks around them if you have also seen them

Marvel movies: and shows

She Ra

My Hero Academia (adults only)

Big Hero 6

Jurassic Franchise (especially Chaos Theory because there adults)

Arcane

Carmen Santiago

Brooklyn Nine Nine

SpiderVerse films(adults only)

Pokémon(adults only)

[ilmarisart]

my singular inktober this year and it's them

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Caught Between Your Teeth (DPxDC prompt)

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR THEIR WORLDS. I DO NOT INTEND TO MAKE MONEY WITH THIS POST. IF THIS POST IS ON TIKTOK I DID NOT CONSENT TO THAT. IF THIS DISCLAIMER IS MISSING THEN THE POST WAS EDITED TO NEGATE IT

Its a well known fact that ghosts are not human. Any Amity Park resident would be able to tell you that, even without the ectobiologists shouting it from their questionably legal tank of a car.

Danny Fenton is no exception, and really, he shouldn't be as surprised as he is.

Unlike the living, ghosts need ectoplasm to substantiate themselves. It could easily be found within the plants that litter the ghost zone, but like any ecosystem, there is variety.

Some ghosts are able to subsist off of simple grasses. Others prefer the fruit and leaves from flowering bushes. Some ghosts even strip the bark from trees to suck the ectoplasmic sap out from within their trunks.

But other ghosts are not meant to eat the plants at all. These ghosts with their sharpened teeth and claws are predators. Unable to extract the ectopalsm they need from plant life, they instead take it from other ghosts. Some are able to get by without ending their chosen prey, sucking out just enough ectoplasm to get by like a parasite. Others rip and tear into ghostly flesh and lap up the spilled ectoplasm until their quarry is no more.

Since his accident, Danny has become quite adept at catching stray blob ghosts, but they simply aren't cutting it anymore. The odd ectopuss didn't quell the hunger either. After the animal based ghosts failed to satisfy him, Danny was slapped with the realization.

Danny may be half ghost, but he is also half human.

Ghosts are not human.

He is so hungry.

Even now in his human form, Danny can feel the ribs poking through his sides. The shaking of his arms has yet to subside. He doesn't know if its from the gnawing in his stomach or adrenaline.

He can't put it off anymore. He needs to eat. But even though it's a fundamental need for survival his obsession tugs at him in protest. He needs to eat, but he needs to protect too.

He can't stay in Amity Park. That much is certain. The citizens of Amity Park are out of the question, and while the GIW started off as bumbling idiots, they have been getting smarter. He can't subsist off of them, especially with how weak he is in his starved state.

Danny is smart. Surely he can find a food source if he is clever about it. He just needs to flush them out like a cat after a rat. Or maybe he doesn't need to flush them out at all. Maybe he can lure them in like peanut butter in a trap.

His legs shake as he stands from his crouch. As he rises he licks the blood from his claws. Danny stares at what remains of the white suit, it's drying tatters stained crimson.

Yes. If he puts himself in the right positon the vermin will waltz right into his waiting claws, and with her filthy streets and dark corners, where better to find a rat than Gotham.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE *  assorted dialogue from the 2013 film, adjust as necessary

if you die, and i live, i'd have nothing. nobody else that i care about.

it's different for you. your family needs you.

you have to live. for them.

nobody needs me.

i do. i need you.

how does that sound?

what if we set your backyard on fire?

he can't hurt me. there's no one left that i love.

remember who the real enemy is.

we got married... in secret.

we want our love to be eternal.

we've been luckier than most.

i just wanted to say that i didn't know [name]. i only spoke to him once.

he could have killed me, but instead he showed me mercy.

that's a debt i'll never be able to repay.

she wasn't just my ally. she was my friend.

i couldn't save her. i'm sorry.

you guys look amazing.

so what do you think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?

i wasn't talking to you.

will you unzip?

thanks. let's do it again sometime.

the way the whole "friend" thing works is you have to tell each other the deep stuff.

what's your favorite color?

now you've stepped over the line.

see, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

you have been our mission from the beginning.

the plan was always to get you out.

people are looking to you, [name].

you've given them an opportunity. they just have to be brave enough to take it.

we have seen a lot of tears here tonight.

you are angry. tell me why.

i'm getting totally screwed over here.

now you wanna kill me again.

nobody decent ever wins the games.

nobody ever wins the games. period. there are survivors. there's no winners.

love is weird.

i would love to borrow that outfit someday.

you look pretty terrifying in that get-up.

i outgrew them.

any secrets worth my time?

unfortunately, i think that's true.

i'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding.

i'm really not in the mood for a lecture.

you don't have to apologize to anybody, including me.

i hardly know anything about you except that you're stubborn and good with a bow.

there's more than that. you just don't want to tell me.

make him pay for it.

any last advice?

stay alive.

she's committed, i'll give her that.

you saved my life. you gave me a chance.

fear does not work as long as there is hope.

you were dead. your heart stopped.

how rude of them.

eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

we're a team, aren't we?

i am truly sorry.

you both deserved so much better.

i don't want to be with anyone else in there. just you.

that's what i want.

no waving and smiling this time.

i want you to look straight ahead as if the audience and this whole event are beneath you.

that should be easy.

be careful. it's a force field up there.

i think these games are gonna be different.

i guess we're not holding hands anymore.

i don't care about any of them.

i'm here to drink.

you know and i know there's only one person walking out of here, and it's gonna be one of us.

i get to say goodbye.

they will kill us.

whatever game you think you're playing, those out there are not playing it with you.

i don't want you to get hurt.

so how do you like the party?

you could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy.

you don't want to shoot her.

how about i shoot both of you?

get them out of here.

[perigilpin]

And i’ll be your puckish puppeteer on this delightful little detour