#THWOWS UP

[ladybugboots]

[post-uwuifer]

what keeps you going? what keeps you waking up every morning? what makes you continue running this blog every day?

similarly, what keeps you up at night? what are your deepest fears? what makes anxiety bubble in your stomach and seep through your pores and tear ducts whenever you're alone?

you fascinate me, little creature. What Are You.

I do have feaws, despite my aww powewfuw gaze. I feaw thwowing up. I feaw confwontation. I feaw being diswiked by evewyone awound me, being seen as a fweak. And I feaw woozing da tings I wuv.

But da tings I wuv awe what keep me going. Wittwe tings, wike my fwiend group hanging out just befowe schoow by da auditowium. Heawing guinea pigs wunning awound and squeaking. My favowite yootoobew (Thomas Sandews), actuawwy seeing and compwimenting my awt. My pawtnew, giving me wuv even if dey awen’t da most physicawwy affectionate pewson. And aww of yoo. Da funny tags yoo weave on my posts. Da amount of fowwowews dat I’ve amassed. And da kind messages dat yoo send me, tewwing me dat I make yoo smiwe ow waugh. Yoo aww keep me going. I wuv dis wife I have. I wuv aww of yoo. UwU

[slowjamastan]

how do i open. a door.. thwows up

[kickasstorrents]

mom i thwowed up

[diseasedcube]

Cutthwoat thwows uppy

Something must have been wrong with you, accepting a meal from a stranger. But hey, when someone offers to buy you mcnuggies, do you decline? Hell no, even if said stranger looked suspiciously like a man you’ve seen on the news many times before, what crime did he commit again? Well, it didn’t matter at the time, free food is free food, even if the coins he used to pay came from what looked to be a woman’s wallet that certainly couldn’t be his, and his fingers had dark flecks of red to match those on the cash. You’d never seen a man scarf down so many nuggets in your life, but who were you to judge when he was feeding you? 

You had nothing to worry about in life except the nuggets in your belly as you thanked him for the meal and turned to walk home. It shortly became apparent that you were being followed, and by who other than the white clad nuggets man himself. The wanted pictures of him started to take shape more clearly in your head as you glanced back, only to see a knife in his hand. Well, your luck for the day could only have lasted so long, hopefully it could last just long enough to outrun him though. 

The holy Shinkansen had other plans for you that day though, giving your short legged figure the tallest murderer in the world to outpace. And really, for as much as you strained, the sloshing nuggets in your stomach were not giving you any strength that they appeared to grant him, for he had already caught up to you. 

His speed and weight sent you both tumbling over the pavement in a roll, he ended up on top. Breathing oh so disgustingly close to your face, his teeth were surprisingly gorgeous and perfect, though his breath stank of processed meat and…was that fresh blood you smelled? Just stab me already, thank you for the meal, I guess this is my payment for trusting strangers, you thought. 

But he didn’t do anything, his breathing became open mouthed and almost heaving, this was quite the pale man, but you could swear he was almost turning green under the red street lights. Beads of sweat dripped onto you, and you wished you could squirm away from the saliva that dripped from his open mouth. A drop landed on your cheek and if you hadn’t been pinned to the floor by a wanted murderer, you’d be wiping it off and maybe screaming and running by now, but you could hardly move away. 

You wished he’d just do something already, kill you, release you, anything. The dry heaving was getting really concerning, more so than the predicament you already were placed in. He could at least move his face a few inches back, it was as if he was going in for a kiss but he never tried to close contact. 

Then, oh god no, retching sounds. With his body pressing upon yours, you felt every convulsion he made, and you were far too close for comfort to watch his pink eyes water and roll back. You wriggled and writhed but there was no escaping your fate. The nuggets you had both enjoyed only minutes earlier were being sent on a projectile course right towards your face. An involuntary gasp at the liquid and chunks splashing your cheeks allowed some to drip in your mouth, and this only led to your gag reflex activating too. Now you felt your nuggets coming up, his vomit scented breath in your nostrils was only quickening the bile making its way up. Laying on your back was the worst position for this, as your own mcdonald’s sludge burbled like a geyser in your mouth, allowing his liquids to seep onto your tongue for your vomits to mix. You could feel yourself choking on it, unable to even turn your head to properly swallow it or spit out this abhorrent mixture of fluids, you felt consciousness fade as the mysterious mcdonalds man hovered over you and you aspirated to death.

“Rip in peace, my precious nugget darling” he whispered to you as you died. 

@herdisturbedheart big mcthankies from mcspankies for the idea 🥰

[rhymingwithpurple]

I'M GONNA THWOW UP

[two-evil-tails]

@grownup-n-corrupted said : 🧸 from Silver

Send 🧸 to find my muse as a child

"You a' fwoating on ouw roof at night... And you a' white. So you a' a ghost. But I am not scawed." The small fox shook his head, coming over to a small shed on top of the big luxurious mansion. Miles opened the door and pulled a tattered blanket out of the pile of junk within the shed.

"Ghosts are cool. They can go thwow walls and watch people sweep." The little boy continued, wrapping himself in a blanket and settling down with his back to the shed. "And they can stay up wate too..." He didn't seem very bothered by the other, looking happy even, just because he could talk to someone freely.

"Do you wanna stay with me tonight, Mr. Ghost?" The small fox smiled, tilting his head.

[lakecityquietme]

i am so extremely anxious.

i can't order some food to my house that I immediately regret it and go into panic mode and can't take my eyes off my phone waiting for the notification saying it's here

i think I'm gonna thwow up

[dbssh]

got a praise kink somehow and im always like if i dont get called a good girl ill die. but im inordinately mortified about talking about it cuz i specifically mean it in a positive loving pet name from a caring partner way not a daddy dom kn0ck$ you up with his dirty 🐓 way. literally not talking about it so ppl do not get me twisted in that way cuz those more popular framings of praise as a power imbalance make me wanna thwow up. whos up and lesbian and not in an ao3 way i beg of ye....

GOOD LUCK BOSS i hope you find what youre looking for... in the world...

[thefloorisbalaclava]

IM SHAKING CRYING THWOWING UP LIKE I CAN’T THINK IN ENGLISH ANYMORE IM SO EXCITED

-physio anon

I dunno if I can function the rest of the day. We get Pedro looking like the sweet king he is and we get that amazing trailer! My heart is full

[crunchcasual]

literally ate until i thought i would thwow up earlier today and now i am craving food so bad i want to smack smth

[the-lady-general]

Interrogation Scenes: The Vanilla Extract of Star Trek: Enterprise? Discuss.

Have I got this right? Your typical Enterprise first contact scenario goes like this:

stumble bright eyed and gurning right in the middle of a space cold war

immediately get taken prisoner by the aggressor faction

Centuwion! Stwike him woughly! Thwow him to the gwound!

gratuitous use of ropes instead of, you know, actual handcuffs

contouring blood

finish your drink when a roughed up away team member gets their chin sexily lifted by an enemy

... and take a shot if it happens while they're tied to a steel chair

multiple away team members tied together, making gratuitous writhing a necessity (no homo though bro)

transporters only work in shran episodes

the b plot has one job and one job only: providing an excuse for ~°*more writhing time*°~ in the a plot

trip makes the most long suffering face when he has to answer the phone while the captain is tied up in some alien basement again, you'd think he's the one being tortured

the only time archer didn't get sexily roughed up and/or sexily tied to a chair in a first contact scenario was when phlox was in charge

there's no problem that can't be solved by t'pol with a phase pistol

HOW IS IT STILL SO BLOODY BORING?!

[spindash]

Im gonna thwow up

[amor-immortalem]

When Something Goes Wrong ch.3

Previous

Content label: mentioned child abuse

A/N: the next update won’t come out until after the 13th of may.

As Mammon and Arella near the steps leading down to the ground floor the demon notices that Arella’s trailing a little further behind him just out of arm’s reach. Now that she’s had a minute to calm down and reset from her earlier tantrum, the toddler seems to be cautious of him. He finds it odd how cagey she’s become all of a sudden so he stops and turns to her.

Immediately, Arella backs even further away from Mammon, her green eyes watching every part of him- something the demon takes notice of. Mammon’s quick to shove his hand in his pockets as he takes a seat on the first step and holds eye contact with the small child, quietly waiting for her to approach him. The pair stay like that for a couple of minutes before he opens his mouth to speak.

“What’s wrong? Ain’tcha hungry? Dinner’s waitin’ and it’d be a shame if we let it get cold…”

A slight nod is all the girl gives but still she doesn’t budge from her spot. “You go down firwst…”

“Huh? Why? You could fall and get hurt if I’m too far away to catch you.”

Arella shifts on her feet uncomfortably but she doesn’t say anything so Mammon decides it might be best to wait her out. Pulling out his phone, the demon shoots Aubrie a quick text to see if she might know of a way to get Arella down the stairs faster. Her response makes him quirk a brow at its contents.

Aubrie: You’re just going to either have to walk down first or pick her up and carry her down here yourself but she won’t come down the stairs by your side.

Mammon: Why?

Aubrie: trauma

“You won’t thwow me down the staiws, will you?” Her voice so unexpectedly close makes the Avatar of Greed nearly jump out of his skin. Since when had she gotten that close?

“No.. no I won’t.” It takes Mammon a minute to recover from the fright, “why would you even ask something like that?”

“Mummy does it all da time when I do bad dings. Mummy says bad giwls deserve to be hurt.”

“Well I ain’t your Ma, short-stop. I may be a demon but I would never do somethin’ awful like that to a kid. Would it make you feel safer if I carried ya down the stairs?”

Arella only shakes her head. “No…”

“I shoulda known it wouldn’t be that easy,” he sighs as he stands and starts to descend the stairs. “Well fine, I’ll wait at the foot of the stairs for ya, okay?”

He only watches as the black-haired toddler nods.

・・・〆・・・

Aubrie can’t believe how quickly Mammon managed to get Arella’s tantrum under control. In fact, can’t remember ever seeing a toddler calm down that quickly. Ever since the incident in the library at school, the human had been walking on eggshells around her long-time friend-turned-toddler for this very reason, having vaguely remembered the awful tantrums the girl would throw every time something hadn’t gone her way, or she was just looking for her mother and father’s attention from when the two of them were that age, she knew how much damage could be left in her wake.

“Well, luckily, it doesn’t look like she hit you hard enough to do any damage. I’m sorry about her hitting you though, Meli…”

“Eh, it’s not a big deal. It’s been a long day, a lot happened. If I’d suddenly been turned into a three-year-old and was in a strange place filled with people I didn’t recognize, I’d be a little worked up too… but as I was observing her playing with dolls… well she wasn’t playing with them in the most functional of ways… is she…?

“Autistic? Possibly but who knows. She was never officially diagnosed- or even screened for that matter. Knowing what I do about Ms. Thompson, I don’t think she ever really cared enough about Arella to have her looked at.”

“What do you mean by that? There’s something obviously different about Arella- wouldn’t she ever have been curious for an answer or sought out therapy for her daughter?”

“It’s not really my business to be sharing so don’t tell Arella I told you this, but Ms. Thompson was… well she was a really shitty mother. After Mr. Thompson tragically passed in a car wreck, she couldn’t have cared less about her daughter. The neglect and abuse Arella faced was horrible- you know how we can’t have anything that’s made with nuts in the house because of Arella’s allergy to tree nuts and peanuts, right?” Her grey eyes watch as the blonde nods, “Well, as a punishment, she would make Arella eat an entire plate full of them and wait for the anaphylaxis to set in before doing anything about it...”

“That’s... oh my god- how did she still retain her parental rights after something like that?”

“Arella would never say anything about the abuse- the only reason I know about it is because I witnessed it, but no one ever believes a child, you know? I’ve seen so much and honestly; I hope that woman is burning in the depths of Hell. She’d put most demons to shame with her behavior...”

“Yeah, I bet.” Melissa only lets out a sigh as Mammon and Arella enter the kitchen and the toddler sits down to eat.

“I’ll get going now before Lucifer finds out I went against his orders, so y’all are on your own.” The demon announces once Arella lets go of his hand.

“Here, I’ll walk you out. I want to speak with you about something.” Aubrie is quick to follow him out before she looks back at Melissa.

“I’m fine, Aubrie, go on,” The blonde offers, “She’s three, I can handle a three-year-old.”

The orange-haired woman only nods before proceeding to walk Mammon to the front door. Once they were there, the white-haired demon turned to her.

“So, what did ya wanna talk to me about?”

“How did you do that? How did you deal with that tantrum so quickly?”

“Wha- that? That was nothing- Satan was worse to deal with at that age than whatever Arella was doing. Is that the worst of what you humans deal with?”

“More or less...” Aubrie sighs, “but still that would have taken me at least ten minutes to de-escalate and you did it in like five.”

“Well I mean… I did have a couple centuries’ worth of practice. Just be greatful human toddlers can’t throw whole ass kitchen appliances at ya. Getting clocked with a fridge is less fun than you might think… anywho if that’s all ya wanted then I’ll get goin-“

“Wait, no. What I wanted to talk to you about was this: if I could somehow twist Lucifer’s arm into letting you accompany us to the human world, would you be willing to go?”

“You’re not gonna be able to, ya know that, right? Like letting me go up to the human world unsupervised unless I’ve been summoned is at the very bottom of Lucifer’s list- ‘sides y’all got Solomon. He’s had more than enough kids probably. He should be enough.”

“No offense to Solomon and not that he’s probably okay with kids but I don’t exactly trust him- he’s a bit too… chaotic for my tastes. So, what do you say? Would you come along if I managed to get your brother to say yes to it?”

“I mean it’s not gonna happen but sure. I wouldn’t mind going up to the human world for a couple months...”

“Thanks,” is all the human says as Mammon walks out the door.

・・・〆・・・

Mammon can’t believe it. Did Lucifer just tell him to pack his bags because he was going to the human world? He must have misheard his brother.

“Can... Can ya repeat that?”

“I said pack your bags. Aubrie wants your help for the duration of the time that Arella remains in the form of a toddler. When you’re done, meet me downstairs and I’ll send you off.”

“Yeah, sure thing.” Mammon doesn’t ask for anymore clarification as he hurries around grabbing whatever clean laundry he had and shoving it somewhat neatly into his suitcase. He’s not quite sure if any of it matches but he’ll worry about it when the time comes.

Even after he’s all packed and ready to go, meeting Lucifer downstairs in the foyer like he requested, the second-born isn’t quite sure how Aubrie managed to convince Lucifer to let Mammon go with them.

“Now, I have two rules for you to follow while you’re up in the human world.”

“Rules? What rules?”

“Yes, rules. If you think I’m letting you go up there where I can’t supervise you that I’m not going to add conditions to your trip, then you’re delusional, Mammon. Now as I was saying, you’re going to have two rules to follow while you’re there. The first is this: You are not to leave Serenity Manor on your own. You can go on outings if and only if Solomon goes with you. He may not have a pact with you, but he has more than enough spells in his repertoire to keep you restrained and under control. Rule number two is that you’re to answer your phone immediately when I call. I will be calling you randomly throughout the day to make sure you’re following that first rule.”

Mammon nods as he listens. It seemed like a fair deal and really, the restrictions his brother had just put in place weren’t overbearing- they still gave him some room to breathe.

“That’s all there is to it?” The white-haired demon asks, “Those are the only strings attached?”

“I can add more right now on the spot if you’d like...”

“N-No, those are good!”

“Very well then,” the first born nods as he opens a portal, “the girls and Solomon will meet you at Serenity Manor shortly. I suggest you go before I change my mind.”

Mammon can only nod as he hurried grabs his suitcase and hops through the portal his brother had made for him.

・・・〆・・・

To be continued

[dykejasper]

I have like 70k words of fic sitting around that I need to organize and edit. I feel like thwowing up bc I literally started all of it with plotless meanfucking and ended up creating entire systems of chronic pain in badly healed shattered gems and full explanations for it and so much mess. And I'm the kind of person who gets too excited to keep things to myself if I'm really into it!!! 😭😭😭

[cowardly-bread-reactor]

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