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his stomuch hurts so bad :(

he just waits for Cilde to come back and help him clean up

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imagine a cute sickie. you're holding their too-hot body on your lap, laid back on the couch. they shift a little, hands clutching their bloated belly in obvious discomfort.

"oh, poor baby. feeling sick again?" you kiss their forehead as you lean to grab a bucket.

sickie doesn't dare to nod, just staring forward with intense concentraction. "y-yeah, a little bit...." they sit up and a gag catches in their throat.

"oh...it's okay, i got you." you help sit them up as they quietly gag again, soft little tongue shooting out and dripping saliva into the bucket.

"ah...ugghh......my stomach feels g-gross..."

"shhh, shhh." you rub their swollen belly, feeling it gurgle and clench under your hands. "you'll feel so much better once you get it all up."

"ahh.....hhhrggh!" they gag again, heaving over, but nothing came up.

"you can do it baby, get it up. it's okay." you encourage them.

finally a thin retch manages to bring up a spurt of hot stomach contents spattering into the bucket. they gasp and spit.

"ohhh, that's good. good job. come on now," you can see their throat bobbing and you press a little harder on their stomach.

"HuuRRRRRGHHHH!" they let go a thick gush of puke. A breath, a whimper, and then they burped up another stream.

"you're doing so good," you pat them on the back and help them wipe their lips off. "do you think you need to be sick some more?"

"i--" they burp behind a hand, trying to control their nausea. the relief that came from vomiting was starting to fade. "i think i'm do-- uurrrp!" they can't help but belch again, and it turns into a wet gag.

"easy,easy. looks like you got a little more to go, huh?" you press your thumbs into their lower belly and hear it whine and gurgle. they gag again, a cute rounded O-shaped mouth with soft tongue shooting out.

you kiss them. "alright, one more for me.you'll feel better, promise. you can give me one more."

"i....hhhnnnn...." they try to hold back the tidal wave, but the smell of vomit in the bucket pushes them over the edge. a cough turns into a sputtering gush of liquid, all over their face and chest and your legs. "I- I'm sor -- uurrhhhlp!"

you sigh, pressed against their undulating stomach as you hold the bucket still. "that's okay, that's okay. you're doing so good baby."

they look so miserable, you put the bucket aside and take them in your arms.

"but i'm-" they burp thickly and swallow bwfore continuing. "i still feel sick, i don't wanna make a mess on you...."

"shhh, baby its okay. you just relax." you pet their hair, speaking quietly and soothingly. even when their body jerks in a heave again, you don't recoil.

"i'm sorry, i....guhh. ohh, i don't thin-" they burped again and it turned wet halfway through. you feel warmth spread down your front as your little sickie can't help but spew into your shirt.

you rub their back and scoot your middle closer to their churning stomach. it coaxes another heave out of them and a gush of vomit. you sigh again. "that's alright baby, get it all out...."

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Hungry-to-stuffed will forever be one of my favorite tropes, especially when it comes to drawing c:

This is a re-draw of art from 2019, which I included under a "read more" for those who are curious! It's old art so don't expect anything extraordinary, haha

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Ichimatsu tummy noise headcanons?

Ichimatsu: Borborygmi Headcanons 

☆ I’d like to imagine that Ichi is most prone to tummy noises when he’s full or feeling unwell, whether from stress/stomachaches/etc. It’s a total gamble whether his stomach decides to be fussy enough to draw unwanted attention, or be quiet where its insistent grumblings can only be heard if someone plants their head right against it. 

☆ When his stomach is loud, it’s definitely loud. Enough to have his siblings chuckling/lightly teasing him about it when it decides to happen at the worst opportune moment. 

☆ His tummy may become more noticeably vocal during a belly rub, whether after a good meal or if his stomach is under a bit of stress.

As much as Ichi loves having his tummy rubbed, it’s not easy for him to admit. He’ll only let someone who he’s most trusting of, like Jyushimatsu or Kara, be able to touch his tummy. However, the peace is occasionally spoiled when his noisy belly gets pointed out, and Ichi just can’t shake the redness in his face throughout the rest of the cuddle session. (platonic, of course)

☆ The antisocial fourth eldest isn’t someone who deals well when lots of attention is drawn towards him, so he’s fairly easy to fluster if his stomach decides to be noisy around other people.

☆ Not necessarily a tummy-talker, but he may occasionally curse at his stomach under his breath if under a bad mood. “Shut up.” or “Ugh, stop already.” but nothing too absurdly obvious.

☆ He’ll use the pockets of his hoodie to rub/hold his tummy, and may even do so to try and discreetly muffle any unwanted grumbles he can feel--whether full, achy, or empty. It doesn’t always work, but it’s more out of self-reassurance than efficiency anyways. 

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Idk if I’ve used this headcanon before but I think he can maintain just amazing ‘stage health’ and keep the same type of energy no matter how shitty he feels.

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Just some grossness. Enjoy????

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romeo oh romeo

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Sorry I can’t get my kink stuff past the sketch stage. 

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YOU KNOW WHAT MY CHARACTERS MY RULES

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haha hhhhhhhwat?

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I cleaned up one of the sketches c:

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Idk, i made some random sketches of what may happen lol. Poor spinel, she will be fine tho.

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how do you even puke on yourself that mucH

forgive me

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someone said they wanted pearl

poor bird;;

i feel bad for drawing this buT HERE IT IS

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Burpy Raihan commission for @belliesandburps! 

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Commission from twitter for a sloshy rocker~ (non burp version available on twitter)