#RP-Ask upset stomach
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
aching-tummies · 11 months ago
Note
Onion Rings RP reaponse. I'd provide the kneading-hands on your upset tummy. Definitely a "hurt it" kind of kneading too. Firm, deep kneads. I'd use my knuckles a lot, pressing deep and dragging 'em like a baker does when they wanna drag the dough against the counter. Also can't forget the "punch down" action ^^ the bloated dome gets the fist. I'm going to cause that tummy ache to bloom and enjoy your tum's grumbles and making you moan and whine and maybe burp, or more likely vomit.
This gem has been sitting in my inbox since 2021. I'm so sorry to the person that sent this because this ask is gold and I've written and scrapped over a dozen responses to it because none of them felt quite right. All the onion rings puns in this ask kind of derailed me so many times and I love them. I wonder of the “bloom” one is in reference to a “bloomin' onion”--a form of “onion ring”/deep fried onion? Whether that was intentional or not, it was perfect and has made me smile countless times since I received this ask. Thank you!
Response to this post.
I whine as yet another potential sickly belch is denied to me. My tummy grumbles unhappily, continuing to inflate with the sickly gas being produced by the greasy, messy digestion of my unhealthy snack. The drive-thru you stopped by in the way home got your order wrong and gave you onion rings instead of the fries you had asked for. Unfortunately for you, you didn't check the bag before driving home and once back home you weren't going to leave over some fries. Luckily for me, I love onion rings...or at least, I did. I love the idea of onion rings—when they're outside of me and about to be consumed. Once they're conspiring to give me a nasty, greasy case of indigestion I like them a lot less.
That's what brings us to this moment. You scarfed your burger and pawned off the onion rings and half of your Mountain Dew to me in favour of hopping into the shower. I ate the side of onion rings and downed the Dew before it had a chance to go flat. The sickly green colour of the Dew should have been warning enough not to drink it. My poor tummy feels volatile, like it's filled with radioactive sludge rather than the greasy, carbonated mess it's churning around.
“My my, what's this?”
I almost jump out of my skin at your voice in my ear. You rest your chin on my shoulder, hands sliding under my shirt to palm at my rapidly bloating belly.
“Nnngh...oww...t-tummy's...j-just a bit upset.” I murmur, still struggling to try and expel some of the gas festering in my poor belly.
You dig your palm into my gut above my navel, dragging it slowly and firmly to the left with your fingers curled to make a bit of a fist. The bumps of your knuckles knead deeply into my upset gut.
“Oh! Oooh....nnnngh...*urp*” I startle at the sudden pressure of your palm on the centre of my gut and can't help but moan at the dragging kneading.
You continue this motion, altering hands and falling into a steady rhythm. It hurts, but with each 'punch' to the centre of my belly I get the opportunity to let out a pitifully small belch. It's not much, but I can only hope that it's gradually reducing the pressure in my achy belly. The carbonation in the Dew and the greasy onion rings were conspiring to wreck my sensitive belly. Already, the stretch from my stomach bloating up with the products of indigestion is pretty uncomfortable.
We stay in that position for a few minutes. Your kneading massage gradually slows. The thudding impact of your palm starting in the centre of my belly stops, replaced by both of your hands cupping at the sides of my bloated belly and squeezing. I've got a relatively trim tummy, but the indigestion and uncomfortable bloating has caused it to dome slightly. I'd think it was cute in a miniature-basketball sort of way if it didn't come with feeling so utterly sick to my stomach.
“Nnnngh...s-so upset...oooh...h-hurts!” I groan and whine, squirming in your hold as you torment my belly. My mutterings end in a frantic exclamation as I twist in your hold. Your hands had found a particularly sore spot in my belly and kneaded firmly. “Ooof...oww...s-sorry...oww...nnngh...it really, really hurts right now. C'n...C'n we slow down a bit? G-Gentle? Oooh...m-my tummy *really, really hurts!”
You grin at my protests, arms coming back to loop around my waist as you guide us to the couch. The tea I'd been in the process of making sits, forgotten, on the counter. Pity, I'd been preparing it in hopes that it'd settle my stomach. It's an intentional move on your part. Settling my stomach will come, eventually. Throughout your shower, thoughts of a stomach ache in full bloom went through your head. You didn't dare to hope that the small side of onion rings and half a drink would create issues in my tummy, but upon stepping out to the sight of me pressing my tummy into the counter sealed it for you. The indigestion will quell, eventually, it'll run it's course probably quicker than it would if left untouched—a byproduct of getting to manhandle my guts to your heart's desire and see the limits of 'tummy ache' that you can inflict on it.
42 notes · View notes
yunmeto · 24 days ago
Text
my boyfriend's upset stomach
sooo i'll start off my first post with a story about my boyfriend
He's usually pretty vocal about when he's not feeling well, and he has quite a sensitive stomach, but sometimes he can be kind of shy about it,..
A few weeks ago, I picked him up from the gym and I could tell something's a little wrong, he was quiet and blowing out long breaths. His stomach was making some soft burbling noises too, sounded really sickly.
He got on the phone with his football coach about something (in english, but clearly struggling to speak as he was so tired and it's not our native language), and when he hung up he just sighed, so I asked him what's the matter in our language (korean).
He said nothing, but I asked again and he just said "i don't know.,... my stomach is just kind of upset.."
I asked him what he ate and he said he thought he ate too much right before working out and as he worked out he kept filling his belly with water and just felt really full. So when we got home, just brought him to my bed and told him to lay down. He was exhausted, so he just did that and I laid next to him.
He fell asleep pretty quickly despite his stomach but it started to get really noisy. Not just his stomach and intestines, but his throat too...I could tell he was starting to get nauseous. His belly was pretty bloated too.
Sometimes he didn't complain, but he makes moans and sighs in his sleep if his stomach is bothering him a lot. That's what he did, and I could tell it was really bothering him. He doesn't like his stomach to be touched if he's feeling sick most of the time (and he can be a bit insecure about his little bit of stomach fat as well), so I just rubbed his chest gently to try and calm him down.
I guess he woke up a little because he took my hand and moved it down to his belly -- we've been together 5 years and he doesn't do that, so I was really surprised but also relief... I rubbed his stomach a bit gently and he woke up fully and told me he really felt like throwing up. his belly was still making so much noise.
I told him he won't be sick. I think he just said something like "ah..my belly really feels like exploding.." and i felt sooo awful for him
I put my hand on his forehead, he was cold and sweating a lot. I just kept rubbing his belly and turned the fan up a bit..
After some time, he seemed to feel less nauseous, his belly was still upset and sloshy.
I rubbed it some more for him, he fell back asleep and so did i
I woke him up for dinner a bit later and he had some soup and seemed to be ok
I was glad he didn't vomit.... he has a really hard time with that and it tends to be really violent and painful.
I can share more stories if people are interested...
Dms/asks/everything is open!! I'll love to rp emeto...
68 notes · View notes
becoming-the-bridgertons · 22 days ago
Text
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒚 | 𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝑭𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝑴𝒄𝑭𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
pairings. violet ledger x ellie bridgerton
summary. violet and ellie deal with the exhaustion and worry that comes with being new parents
word count. 3.5K
warnings. signs of postpartum depression/anxiety
note. written in RP style by @lifesizehysteria and @shmaptainwrites
Tumblr media
Ever since they had brought Anthony home, Violet and Ellie were both getting used to the schedule as new parents. Ellie’s mum and dad had come to stay with them for a while initially to ensure they could rest and recuperate a bit after the birth before they were left on their own. 
The first few nights without her in-laws, Violet immediately wanted to move Anthony into their room. At the moment, she hated having him in the nursery and felt much more at ease knowing they were in the same space while they slept. 
That evening, like all others, she woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of his cries, and like a zombie on autopilot, she got out from under the covers, walking over to where he slept, taking him out of his crib and sitting on the armchair they had moved into the room so that Violet could be comfortable while nursing him. 
She took out her arm from her sleeve and lifted her shirt over her shoulder so that she could try to get him to latch, but he seemed to be much more content crying. 
She double checked to make sure his diaper wasn’t full, but when she saw that wasn’t the issue she looked at her son curiously. Was he not hungry?
“Come on, Anthony,” she mumbled tiredly, trying to encourage him a bit more to feed and eventually he stopped crying and focused on the milk instead. 
Violet sighed, thankful that’s all that it was because she wasn’t sure she had the brain power to deduce what was upsetting him this far into the night.
Ellie woke with Anthony and Violet, squinting her bleary eyes in the room that was lit only with a small nightlight by the chair. Her head felt about a hundred pounds heavier than normal and her limbs seemed disconnected altogether. Still, she laid awake, listening to Anthony fuss, waiting to see if nursing settled him. 
She was just about to offer to take him when he began to quiet, and a mixture of relief and guilt fell over her. She hated that she couldn’t help with feeding, but Violet was set on breastfeeding exclusively, so she couldn’t be much help. She did what she could, including taking over anytime he was fussy at night but not hungry. It didn’t balance out perfectly but it helped level the playing field a little bit. 
“Does he need a change?” she asked in a hoarse whisper, fighting the sleep that was trying to drag her eyes closed. She was certain she had never been this tired in her whole life. 
Violet hummed and shook her head, tapping his back to burp him over her shoulder. When she was content with her work, she moved to place him back in the crib, but Anthony began to wail again, and she groaned. 
“Dearest, you are making things very difficult for Mummy right now,” she sighed, pulling him close to her chest again and bringing him towards the bed, climbing back under the covers.
She placed him on his back between herself and Ellie, her eyes already drooping. 
“Maybe he misses your parents. He’s been fussier since they’ve been gone,” she suggested. “Your mum was singing him that lullaby…” 
Her fingers traced along Anthony’s tiny chest and stomach, she looked at him tiredly but with much love in her eyes. 
“Could you sing to him?”
Ellie turned onto her side towards them, propping her head in one hand, her other coming to gently stroke his little cheek. 
“It’s time to sleep, my flower,” she said quietly. Her voice began softly, the Swahili lullaby she had sung so many times to him before he was born flowing into the room, mingling with his cries in a dissonant harmony. The song seemed to help at first, bringing him down to a fussy, hiccuping whimper but when her voice trailed off at the end, he started back up again. She sighed, the sound grating on her tired ears. 
“Okay, okay,” she said, lifting him from between them and turning onto her back. She put him flat on top of her so the front of his body was against hers, his head on her chest. She began to sing again, this time firmly patting his butt in rhythm with the beat of the song. Once again, his cries began to quiet until they stopped, only an occasional whimper interrupting her while his body slowly relaxed. 
“Is something wrong?” Violet yawned. “With him I mean. I’m worried it’s not just him being a fussy baby.”
She turned on her side and looked at Ellie, her eyes were closed, her hand still tapping Anthony to make sure he stayed calm. Violet was grateful to have her wife be so adamant in helping with the baby, especially during the night, but at this point they were both always exhausted and she truly believed there was something they could do to make it better. 
“Maybe he has stomach issues? O-Or colic?” 
“I don’t think it’s his stomach. I think his fussiness would always come after nursing if that was it.” Ellie kissed the top of his head, her hand still patting away, afraid to stop for fear he might wake back up.
Her mind felt sluggish, and trying to think coherently was difficult. She knew Violet was nervous, and she didn’t want to discredit her maternal instincts, even if she wasn’t ready to get really worried yet. When it came to Anthony, she figured safe was always better than sorry. 
“Why don’t we call his doctor in the morning and see if we can bring him in, just to ease our minds.”
Violet nodded her head and moved her hand to gently brush away some dark hair from Anthony’s forehead. She let her thumb graze back and forth on his cheek, smiling slightly at the way his cheek was squished against Ellie’s chest, his mouth slightly open and drooling onto her shirt. 
“Oh my sweet boy,” she sighed. “I don’t think you’re ever going to stop worrying your mummy.”
Ellie let out a quiet little snort. As if Violet ever quit worrying. But she adored her and her anxious energy, and now that it was directed towards their child, she found it even more endearing. 
Anthony seemed to be fully conked out, without so much as a whimper in the last few minutes. Ellie eased up on the butt pats until she was able to stop altogether, holding her breath and waiting for him to start back up again.
She turned her head to look at Violet, her pale skin glowing in the dim light. “I think I’m trapped,” she said, trying not to laugh.
“Best kind of trap, hmm? A baby trap?” She wiggled her eyebrows at the teasing wordplay. 
Violet moved her hand to cradle Ellie’s face, her fingers pressed lightly against her scalp on the side of her head, scratching there to get her wife to relax. 
“Close your eyes, darling. I’ll look after you both.”
Ellie smiled, her eyes already half closed, sleep calling to her like a siren song floating on the wind across the ocean.
“Okay, but don’t let him stay here too long.” There was the slightest hint of worry threaded into her voice. She was pretty good at not getting too stressed out over all the possible things that could go wrong with him, but cosleeping was definitely one that caused her some trepidation. She wasn’t even sure she would be able to sleep that deeply with him on her, but she was bordering on a level of exhaustion that was new to her, so she wasn’t as confident as she normally would have been.
Violet wished she could have kept her promise, but both her and Ellie’s exhaustion was getting to the point where they both passed out without noticing, Anthony still fast asleep on top of Ellie. 
When the morning came around, Anthony began to wriggle and his small wails filled both their ears, shocking them out of their sleep. 
“Huh,” Violet blinked and pushed herself up quickly. “I’m awake. I’m awake.”
She turned her head and looked at the alarm clock, eyes widening when she saw the time. 
“Christ, it’s morning?!”
Anthony’s cries snapped Ellie out of sleep and into a sheer panic. It took her a second to come to and realize everything was okay, that he was still on her chest, and she had somehow managed to go several hours without moving.
A hazy periwinkle light seeped in through the windows, telling Ellie it was morning, though still early. 
“Vi, you were supposed to put him back,” she said, an uncharacteristic sharpness to her tone. Even though everything was fine, he was fine, all of the what ifs bombarded her, and she couldn’t see past them to the reality that he was safe, and she hadn’t done anything wrong by sleeping with him on her. 
Violet blinked a few more times, her face falling as she looked over at her wife, an uneasy feeling bubbling up in her chest. 
“I-I’m sorry.” Her voice came out small and weak. “I-I didn’t…”
She chewed on her bottom lip to keep it from wavering quickly, getting up and taking Anthony off of Ellie. She stood up trying to hush the baby before walking out to the bedroom and towards the nursery fast enough to hide her tears. 
She had just been so tired, it wasn’t for lack of trying, she remembered jolting herself awake a few times, trying to fight off the sleep and give Ellie and Anthony just a little more time asleep, but she hadn’t been able to do it, her exhaustion completely overcoming her. 
As Violet fled from the room, Ellie growled in frustration, rubbing the heels of her hands hard against her itchy, tired eyes. She hadn’t meant to hurt her feelings, the reaction had just popped out before she could stop it. It wasn’t Violet’s fault, she knew that. She was just so tired and had been flooded with panic and disoriented from being startled awake. 
She sat up, her feet hanging off the edge of the bed while her head hung forward and her tangled mess of curls that had been all but abandoned since they brought Anthony home fell down around her face. Taking a few deep breaths and trying to encourage her eyes to remain open, she exhaled loudly before pushing herself up and following her wife. 
She found them in the nursery, Violet’s back to the door.
“Hey,” she said gently as she leaned against the doorframe. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t mean to leave him with me, and I shouldn’t have snapped.”
Violet didn’t turn around, still holding Anthony tight to her chest, hushing him gently. Her nose was pressed against his head, inhaling that unique scent he seemed to have that calmed and steadied her heart. 
She had a few tears welling in her eyes, and she let them fall onto the ground, still rocking and hushing him. 
She was just so tired, everything ached, her bones, her mind, her heart. 
“Vi?” Ellie tried again, but she still didn’t turn around. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her pajama pants, she crossed the room gingerly, feeling a bit like a dog with its tail tucked. When she reached her wife, she put a hand on her shoulder, lightly letting her thumb stroke over the rounded top of it by the seam of her shirt. 
“Dottie?” she whispered. “I’m really sorry.”
She chewed harder on her lip and shook her head. 
“I’m sorry,” she whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to leave him on top of you.”
She held Anthony a little tighter. She knew why Ellie had snapped and it had filled her with guilt; she was right, something could have happened to him and it would have been all her fault. 
“I’m sorry Anthony, I’m so sorry.”
Ellie felt her heart crack, splintering as it shattered. She stepped around to the front of Violet and pulled her in against her, careful not to squish Anthony as she did so. 
“It’s okay, love, it’s okay,” she murmured, rubbing circles into Violet’s back and placing a kiss in her hair. “He’s okay.” She held her like that for another minute before speaking again. “We are both exhausted and should be more careful but nothing. happened.” Her emphasis on the last two words was firm, a reminder for both of them that neither panic, fear, nor shame would help anyone do any better in the future. 
Violet nodded her head, she knew what Ellie was saying was right, but getting her heart to believe her was something else entirely. She let her shoulder shake as her wife held her, refusing to let go of her baby. 
He was still so small and fragile, and she couldn’t imagine what she would do with herself if something happened to him. 
“He’s okay,” she repeated. “He’s okay. He’s okay. He’s okay.”
Ellie held Violet close, soothing her with little murmurs and her hand rubbing up and down along her shoulder blade. Clearly, she was struggling, and Ellie had a feeling there was something else going on other than just this one mistake and the relentless exhaustion. 
After another minute, she lifted Violet’s face with her thumb and finger on her chin. 
“Love, is this really just about last night, or is something else going on?” she asked as gently as possible, her eyes full of love and sincere curiosity. 
Violet blinked a few times, her heart feeling like it was racing so fast in her chest, and she couldn’t control it. Ellie could have been right, maybe there was something else, but Violet was too tired to pinpoint it if there was. 
She shook her head, for now it was just about the previous evening, but Anthony was in her arms and she had a feeling she wasn’t going to allow that to change for the rest of the day. 
“I’ll be fine,” she whispered. “I just need a-a few more minutes.”
“Okay.” Ellie kissed the top of her head, then Anthony’s as well, lingering there for a moment in that warm new baby smell. She couldn’t get enough of it. 
After a moment, she looked at Violet and noticed how she clung to him, not just holding him but enveloping him so fully it was like she was trying to make herself a barrier around him, keeping everything else out. Part of her wanted to offer to take him, to get her to relax a bit, but she has a feeling it would be a pointless endeavor. Instead, she let go of them, taking a small step back. 
“Why don’t I go make us some breakfast, hmm?”
Violet nodded her head, thinking that would be a good idea, and if she was being honest, she wanted a few moments alone. She watched Ellie leave the room before sitting down on the rocking chair, thinking the movement might help to soothe Anthony and herself. 
His small lips moved in a smacking manner and he began to whine and she sensed he was hungry, it was about time for his morning feeding anyways. 
Violet began to nurse him and relaxed a bit as soon as she saw him quiet down. 
Ellie went to the kitchen and started the kettle. If anything would help center Violet a bit, it was a cup of tea. She was almost alarmingly British that way. 
She went about making breakfast. Nothing fancy, just eggs and toast, but it was easy and filling which was what she needed when she felt like she was perpetually running on empty. 
While their tea steeped, she filled them both plates and set the table, including some cut fruit. When it was ready, she put their mugs of tea at their places, then wandered back to the nursery. 
Standing in the doorway again, she gave a quiet knock. “Breakfast is ready.”
Violet blinked a few times and looked up from where her eyes were fixed on the baby in her arms. She chewed on the inside of her cheek before looking up at Ellie and saying, “I’ll be down in a bit. Start without me.” 
Her eyes locked back on Anthony who had since been fed and burped. She was grateful for how content he was in her arms, simply gurgling and making all sorts of wonderfully happy noises. She smiled and let her finger tap at his chin, tracing it while looking at his brown eyes. 
She knew that was a trait he had inherited from the donor they had used, but Violet liked to think he got them so that Ellie could see herself in him. She wondered silently if Ellie saw it that way too.
“Don’t be too long. Your tea will get cold,” she said, then hesitated at the door, watching Violet for another minute. When she left, she did so reluctantly. Violet really didn’t seem like herself and she would be lying if she said part of her wasn’t a little concerned. They both had lots of adjusting to do, and she wanted to allow the space for her wife to do that without hovering over her, worrying over every little change in demeanor. But she didn’t want to miss any warning signs of something serious going on, either. 
Back downstairs, she sat at the kitchen table and took a drink of her tea. The warmth of it felt soothing, or maybe it was just the habit of it, but either way it was calming her nerves so she leaned back in her chair, hands wrapped around the mug, taking sips as she let herself sink into her thoughts, trying to plan the day, the coming week, trying to make sure as much was off of Violet’s plate as possible, including a call to the pediatrician to discuss Anthony’s fussiness, though she noted he seemed much more content today. For that she was grateful. 
A little while later, as promised, Violet came downstairs with Anthony still in her arms. She maneuvered herself in a way that she could eat one handed and when she was finally comfortable she looked at the food and tea set out before her. 
“Thank you for this,” she said, looking at Ellie briefly before grabbing the mug of tea and taking a careful sip. 
The food looked quite tasty, especially because Violet hadn’t realized how hungry she actually was, and she was suddenly very excited to eat.
Ellie was about half way done with her food when Violet came down. 
“Of course,” she said, smiling at her with warmth and love. She was going to offer to warm it up but Violet was already eating with what looked like quite a ravenous appetite, so she didn’t bother. “Why don’t you let me hold him while you eat?” she offered, wondering if Violet had even set him down since picking him up off of her chest earlier that morning. 
“I’m okay with him like this,” she nodded, bouncing him slightly in her arms while multitasking. 
She continued to eat, finishing much faster than she had expected and then focusing on her tea. 
“We should call the pediatrician,” she recalled after a sip of her drink. “Book an appointment.”
She knew Anthony was doing better today but it would ease her mind if the doctor confirmed nothing was wrong and causing his fussiness. 
“Yep. It’s already on my list for today. I’ll call them as soon as they open.”
After she finished her food, Ellie took her plate to the sink and cleaned it, then put it in the draining rack before turning back to Violet, noticing she was already almost done with her plate. 
“Do you want anything else?” she asked, leaning against the counter, drying her hands on a tea towel. 
“No, I’m okay,” she shook her head, feeling full for now, but conscious that she would probably grab a snack and another cup of tea before lunch. 
She brought her dishes to the sink and thanked Ellie again before making her way back towards the nursery, still unable or unwilling to put Anthony down. 
She had tried to earlier, but the attempt immediately filled her with anxiety, especially when he began to fuss again when she did so. It was just easier to hold him, and it wasn’t like she had to focus on other things, her job was to be his mother, and she was going to try and do it perfectly. 
Ellie watched Violet leave the room with Anthony still tucked in her arm, and she felt a sinking feeling in her gut that could only be described as trepidation. To anyone else, Violet probably seemed fine, just a tired new mom, maybe a little nervous, who was too smitten to put her new baby down. But Ellie could sense something else going on. She could feel it, and like a whisper heard in the black of night when you thought you were alone, it filled her with a certain sense of dread.
8 notes · View notes
mybellyaches · 4 months ago
Text
Hey guys!
Before you interact with this blog, I ask that you read this post!
Here, I'll be posting ramblings about my tummy at all it's highs and lows. I would love love love to do the same for you! If you are over the age of 18. Due to the general nature of this community, wether it is sexual or not (and i would prefer to keep the sexual nature of this topic relativley low on this blog) for you doesn't matter. Keep yourself safe by staying away.
Adults, feel free to send in all of your stomach stories! Wether they be yours, someone else's, real or fantasy. Just make sure to let me know what it is!
This blog will be mainly run based on audience engagement. So send in those stories!
General Info About Me
I love most things tummy ache related! I love the look, the gurgles and whatever comes out as a result of the pain.
I am relatively new to the community and would love to start participating in it!
Boundaries and Rules
I am an asexual female who is into kink. I respectfully ask that you refrain from sexualising me (or anyone who doesn't EXPLICITLY CONSENT) or asking me to engage in overtly sexual conversations.
I ask that you do not ask me to do things and that you refrain from telling me things you would want to do to me or my belly.
Do NOT private message me or ask me for requests. You will be blocked. I am not open for RP.
DO NOT ask me for belly pictures or sounds. I likely will not provide them. Feel free to send in your own, as long as no genetials or nipples (men, that goes for you too) are present. 
If someone on this blog, me or otherwise sets a boundary. Respect it. Disrespect and crossing boundaries WILL NOT Be tolerated.
Any content involving minors WILL be reported and result in a block. If you are a minor STAY AWAY! This is NOT a space for you!
I am Into, and Okay With
- Stomach aches
- Self Induced Stomach Aches
- Eating to the point of Sickness
-Bloating
- Stomach Sounds
- Diarrhea when in context of stomach pain
-Vomit
-Female Tummies
-Public upset tummy episodes
-Female Moaning
-Rubbing tight tummies
I am NOT Into
-ANYTHING involving pregnancy (Mpreg or otherwise)
-Diaper Stuff
-Scat photos
-Gaining
-Exessive gas (from either end)
-Getting sick on somebody
-Stomach aches solely in relation to kink
-Eating Disorders of ANY KIND
-Hunger
-Self harm
-Vore
All that being said
I hope that this blog can be a comfortable place for everyone. To ensure this, follow the rules and be respectful. Thanks guys!
7 notes · View notes
shootingxstardust · 1 month ago
Text
Just a vent to get my thoughts out.
Just wanna say before the readmore, this has nothing to do with my mental health nor is it anything rp or online related.
God I hate my sister's boyfriend. I never liked him. For one, he is a Trump Supporter, antivax, and a mormon, but on top of that he's also an idiot... which I suppose isn't hard to tell, given the other things I just said. My sister has been in poor health for quite some time, and it all started when she moved with him. I swear he fricken baby trapped her, and I will never forgive him.
Anyways going back to my sister's poor health.. she and I both have diabetes, but she seems to always be sick. Always has some sort of cold or fever or stomach issues, and because of this, has trouble eating, which... is bad because diabetics have to eat.
I just got a call today from my dad saying she is currently in the ICU because after not feeling well/ not eating, she sent her body into ketoacidosis, which can be potentially fatal. My sister has trouble taking care of herself, and it's clear that her worthless boyfriend can't take care of her either. My dad texted her boyfriend today asking to please keep us updated and his response was "Sure, I'll add you to a group chat I already have of six people." FUCK HIM! Why were we not some of the first to know?? I'm her sister! Like.. I feel like... if my sister were to pass (which I think she's alright right now), I and my dad wouldn't know until a day later or so!.. God.. I am so frustrated and upset and cannot stop crying. I'm worried for her..
2 notes · View notes
fairymint · 4 months ago
Text
SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.
What’s your OTP for your muse(s)?
....there's a lot, and the most 'realized' of them atm is trainer Felix x Volo, although admittedly no OTPs are 'active' right now brainwise I've been slowly rotating Zivan and Felix, or Rex and Felix, but those are more vague sexual ideas rather than details;
What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?
Most everything, but my writing boundaries are more mun-based; I will not ship/write with you if you constantly churn out single sentence or generic replies-
I am not a fetish or smut/etc. machine that you can just put coins in to redeem. also, I don't care if your muse is shy or a bottom or whatever- you need to learn how to write descriptively to make up for that.
They need to be a good victim, or else it's not fun, and you're making me write a glorified fic in that case. Try to match my energy here.
Unrelatedly, I don't RP on huge image, generic 'open to all' starters; it just feels too close to 'bullshitting on stolen* fanart' than writing a story.
and lastly, I don't write super upsetting topics of active noncon for the benefit of everyone; writing it respectfully or realistically sounds like more work than it's worth. Theoretically possible, and I have a strong stomach, but nah. As for sexual myths, I'm just tired of seeing them and the misinfo pisses me off; not the person writing tho, so I'll ask you to edit your reply with more correct info.
How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?
American School range, I suppose? As in, middle school with middle schoolers, high schoolers with high schoolers; 4 years at most. Case by case, as we all know that a lot of growing happens at those ages. (tbh in different countries w/ different school gaps, I'd follow those instead.) However, Kids are not usually the best at relationships IRL, so shit happens and I'm not actually super into 'toy shipping' as it's called, unless it's pretty wholesome. If it's adorable and interaction is reasonable, I'll find it cute. If not, meh.
As far as adults go though, I don't mind age gaps. Lots of teenagers get antsy waiting for the big 18, so are mentally prepared on purpose for the big leap- but just lack experience, which can happen at any age. (especially when sheltered/spoiled.) Relationship problems have all to do with cooperation and situation anyways- things like chores, financial situation, boundaries... I do personally prefer a slow-burn with 18 year olds dating anyone too much older, with small room for exception if they're exceptionally bold and/or responsible. (read: slow burn would feel undoubtedly ooc for them. But my older muses will not take the lead here, so to speak.) That's more about not being a creep than ability to consent.
Are you selective when shipping?
a smidge. I've rejected ships before based on excessive teasing because my muse really wasn't into it, as a pretty serious/stoic/smartass/dominant character that doesn't like to be thrown around playfully.
I think I need to be asked/told that you want to ship if our muses don't have chemistry, that way I can plot some instead. I'm a very 'my muses drive themselves' unless asked otherwise.
But I'm not here to play games, though. If you're a no ship blog, or the character is no ship, the intent is not there, regardless of IC feelings; I'm expecting IC rejection in that case, it's this magical thing called a 'crush'. On a similar note, I'm not comfortable with muse creation biases; If you 'don't ship with OCs/Self Inserts/trans' or any blanket statement, you're starting to make assumptions that will piss me off, and you don't get other ships. I don't follow people with rules like this, so springing it on me during discussion isn't welcome, either.
How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?
I usually cut it as actual sex acts, and depiction of arousal; that moment when making out devolves into explicitly wanting sex. Suggestive tags usually lie on the border for me; things that people joke about or are allowed on radio/tv.
Does one have to ask to ship with you?
I prefer it, but technically no. If our muses have chemistry and the question pops naturally in replies, I'll count it and likely double-check ooc.
But, y'know, old habits die hard and I have the reflex as a self insert player to always ask first and be clear, if it's coming from my side. I usually let crushes and sexual desire bother my muses while they figure out the logistics of actually acting on them and asking.
I'm delighted if I'm asked before the fact and happy to help, however! Because that's both consent and a prompt/challenge; how to make em get together and like each other/etc.? These ideas sound cute to me.
How often do you like to ship?
it's my comfort zone, but let's be real, I'd interact with my entire dash if i had the time and muse. platonic or otherwise. I theoretically don't give a shit if i ship or not, but will fall into shipping content if i'm feeling lazy. Because I've written it a lot before. comphet i guess???
Are you multiship?
Yes, in the sense that I'm not playing with the whole 'jealous rp partners' thing; I'm poly IRL and not interested in ship wars.
But, I'm fine with things like IC Poly, have my biases, and am okay with commentary that's non-toxic on an ooc level.
Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?
like i said, shipping is my lazy comfort zone; I'll be thinking of ships in bed and ooc when I'm chilling. But attention is good. dynamics are good. no need to be afraid if you're on the platonic and aromantic-interactions boat. We can't all be romantically compatible 24/7.
What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?
I'm not invested enough in my latest games quite yet; I suppose from Mistria, Eiland is cute, and I kinda ship the protag with Juniper as well!
I'm a bit of a LambxNarinder fan for the karma-esque, 'mercy is cruel' irony; marrying your biggest threat and User is just funny to me, especially if the relationship itself isn't cruel afterwards. I wanna see the death cat crumble under kindness-
in a meta way, my brain is rotisserie rotating Zivan, Rex, Volo, and Naoya as 'he's hot i'm gay' without much further thought; life's been a bit hectic for fantasy lately.
Finally, how does one ship with you?
Asking me at any point is the most reliable, IC chemistry and asking is possible. Suitable prompts and opens count as asking IC.
As a bonus, feel free to ask anytime about what my muse's opinion of yours is, if that's what helps you decide what to do. I'm honest when it comes to that shit, because it's fun-
Tagged by: stole it!
Tagging: take it!
1 note · View note
gryphonanon · 5 months ago
Text
[Yeah, I'm putting the aftermath of yesterday's RP under a read more, mind the tags please.]
Grif flinched back, his eyes still tightly closed. He wished he’d done something to block his ears. The gunshot was bad, but the sound that followed was so much worse.
The gun slipped from his paws, hitting the ground with a dull thunk. What have I done? He took a step back, then turned and ran, finally opening his eyes to watch where he was going. He didn’t get far before he tripped, his legs still shaky.
He started to pick himself up, shaking his head. I can’t stay here. That’s when he saw the blood on his paws. Nikolai’s blood. He stared for a moment, before bile rose in his throat and he threw up.
He’d killed his best friend. A bitter laugh escaped Grif. Does this make me a murderer? Or does it not count because Nikolai asked me to do it? He looked down at his paws, now splattered with vomit as well as blood. A few seconds later, tears joined that awful mix. Come back. Please, come back. Don’t let this be the last memory I have of you.
Raindrops hit the back of his neck, and he looked up at a sky that was as gray as his mood. He should go back for the gun, Nikolai would be upset that he’d left it out in the rain. His stomach turned again, he couldn’t go back and see that. I’m sorry.
Grif stumbled his way inside to the bathroom, to wash away the evidence of what happened. If only he could scrub it from his memory too.
1 note · View note
blithesrps · 10 months ago
Note
8, 11, and 15 for either Ara in her Savanaclaw poly or Ara with Jamil?
Omg I'm dumb I just realized you guys DID send these to my RP blog and I don't have to screenshot ksksdk my bad
ANYWAY thank u bb ;v;
8. Who is the big spoon? Little spoon?
Ara x Ruggie + Leona: Ruggie is the littlest spoon, with Ara next. Leona usually prefers to be the big spoon. But they all mix it up depending on how they're cuddling or if it's just two of them. Ara likes to nuzzle into the nape of Ruggie's neck but it drives Leona crazy when she does that so she's not allowed to be big spoon for him anymore...so mean Leona...
Ara x Jamil: TBH they aren't big spooners. They mostly sleep cuddled face to face, or with one nuzzled into the other's chest or stomach. It's more comforting somehow. They can open their eyes and be reassured the other person is still right there.
11. Who is clingy?
Ara x Ruggie + Leona: Honestly they're usually all pretty independant and secure! Exceptions are when one is gone for a long period of time: Leona during his 4th year internship, later when its Pro-Spelldrive season and Ruggie travels for matches, or when Ara takes her team on a covert mission with no communication allowed. The other two tend to be more clingy while they're alone, and when the third gets back they're all three inseparable for a few days.
Ara x Jamil: Neither is very clingy in the conventional sense. Neither is prone to jealousy, and both have jobs that are central to their life and may take them away from home for long periods of time. This mutual understanding helps them find common ground, so they stay pretty evenly in tune with one another. A keen eye might notice that brief touches increase during periods of stress however: Jamil's hand brushing over Ara's lower back as he slides papers across a table, Ara pressing shoulders with him as they listen to a report together, little almost imperceptible moments.
15. How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?
Ara x Ruggie+Leona: Answered here!
Ara x Jamil: Food is a big one. Ara is no where near the cook that Jamil is, but she has a few things that she knows he likes that she's worked hard to perfect. For Jamil, feeding someone who is upset is as natural as putting a band aid on a cut.
Also soothing through playing with or touching the other's hair. Ara will force Jamil to sit still and quiet between her knees and she'll carefully oil and braid his hair until his breathing relaxes and his shoulders release their tension. Jamil will do the same for her (after she's eaten ofc), rubbing his thumbs down her neck and at the base of her skull.
Ask Game
Thank you dearest <33
1 note · View note
Note
can you clarify something in your rules: i'm curious what "pwHPD" stands for. the only thing i can think of is "histrionic personality disorder" which is a highly stigmatized trauma response, primarily affecting survivors of gendered violence. is this what you're referring to or is there something else?
yeah i mean people w histrionic personality disorder
im currently in therapy n recovering from an abusive ex she had hpd n used her pd as an excuse to be abusive bc of her i developed ptsd gerd n ibs bc the chronic traumatic stress she n the relationship put me under
one of the things shed do is fake all kinds of disorders n symptoms n personal crisis for attn or when i needed support from her shed pretend to have smth worse going on so that id have to be the one supporting her while ignoring my own needs
i have these chronic lifetime conditions ima take to my grave all bc i loved the wrong person n yeah i dont want anyone who fakes disorders for attn to interact w me or this blog both from the standpoint of being a person who is actually sick n its shitty when someone treats ur struggles as some fun rp thing or aesthetic or quirky personality trait n also as a person who was abused by a abuser w hpd who weaseled her way into my life by faking a false sense of connection thru pretend disorders she didnt have then turning around n abusing me by forcing me into a caregiver role for her to fix the disorders n illnesses n symptoms n crisis she didnt rlly have
ive deleted all the asks ive gotten abt hpd in my dni bc 1 no one should have to explain their boundaries in order to prove they r worthy of being respected if it makes u uncomfortable bc u think im a bigot oh well ur entitled to feel that way n u know where the unfollow n block button r but i shouldnt have to talk abt my abuse to strangers online like this to prove to ppl i have a valid reason to wanna keep my distance from my triggers 2 i hate talking abt my ex
this blog is abt me connecting w new ppl in a new community it upsets me to know im forever sick bc of her that she forever changed me for the worse but this blog is me tryna change that mindset my ibs n gerd doesnt have to be a scar she left me w it can be a chance to meet new ppl its a new ch of my life i dont wanna talk abt her here i dont wanna give her more time n attn then i already have
i refuse to defend myself or my boundary this is a blog abt stomach problems ill only talk abt stomach problems if ppl wanna talk abt ptsd n stomach problem abuse n stomach problems trauma n stomach problems etc thats fine but im not gonna talk abt my boundaries or why i have them anymore
0 notes
alternia789m · 2 years ago
Text
This is a horror blog and is rated R18! Minors DNI!
Hello friends.
I’m Crocus, and this is my fantroll blog! I’ve been in the homestuck fandom for over a decade but haven’t roleplayed in it much for a while. I make horror content and this au is a chance for me to flex that.
Welcome to Alternia 789-M, an AU based on my own incredibly personal, long-held headcanons, adapted from when I used to rp, but updated.
Alternia 789-M has it’s own versions of the canon trolls! That being said they are far from canon compliant and will often act OOC. That is because they have had a lot of off screen character development that will be explained! Feel free to ask them what happened.
BLOG WIDE TRIGGER WARNINGS BELOW.
Continue with caution.
This AU is horror themed, so I will list the general trigger warnings for the blog. If you can not stomach anything on this list, please leave. I don’t want to cause any harm!
Gore
Body Horror
Abuse
Drug and substance abuse
Eating disorders
Self harm
Warfare
Harm to animals
Off screen harm to children
Major character death
None of these topics are intended to be glamorized or taken lightly. I am a horror writer by trade who just wants to explore an old au and have fun with ocs again. Feel free to block me if I do anything upsetting.
0 notes
aching-tummies · 2 years ago
Note
Manual Stimulation response.
First of all I just wanna say that I love love looove this prompt and I can't wait to read everything that's gonna come from it. Seeing that it's something I enjoy I figured I could try and contribute as well.
Even though I'm at work we text every once in a while so you've already informed me of your issue. I suggested drinking some tea or milk or eating something that generally helps with digestion like prunes. But all of that has only made matters worse as none of it has digested and is now just a pile of food waiting to properly processed.
My shift has finally ended and I come home and find you curled up on the couch with your tummy in your hands, softly cradling the sensitive ball of trouble. You plead for my aid as you can no longer withstand the pain and tendernes of your poor tummy. I get to work as quick as possible and soon enough I manage to jump start the digestion process. This however comes with it's own price. Your gut is now overwhelmed by the amount of food and it starts contracting and trying to pace the incoming wave of food which gives you some horrid cramps. Because of this I have to sink my hands deeper and try to fight those cramps. This goes on for quite a while, a fight between me and your digestion until you finally process it all.
Thank you so, so much for this! A response to this post.
Sorry this took so long. Life got busy and left me no time to write anything. On top of that, I really, really, really wanted to write something worthy of this response.
Your phone pings, signalling a message. You duck into an empty room. It's a slow shift tonight. You're on-rotation and hoping that the hospital doesn't get too busy. A blush manifests on your face as you see what it is that I have sent you.
It's an image of my usually-trim belly with just a barely-there bulging curve to it. It's captioned “4 hours and counting -_-”.
A sound from somewhere down the hall tears your attention away from the phone, but you still type a quick response as you try to school your blush. You hurriedly tell me to drink some tea or something to settle my stomach. There's an incident with a patient at the end of the hall and you rush there, thoughts about me and about our conversation forgotten as you get to work.
I see the hurried message about tea and sigh, gently nursing the ball of indigestion that is my belly. I feel the contents churning in my stomach, rolling around between my palms. Unfortunately, that's about all it does. Very little has actually passed into my intestines despite dinner having been hours ago. We've been together long enough for the novelty of waiting up for each other to fade. When you draw night-shift I usually get a head-start with sleep and you do your best not to disturb me when you make it home. Unfortunately, dinner isn't settling well in my tummy tonight and sleep eluded me because of it.
Biting back a moan, I steel myself and stand up, both arms cradling my achy belly as I do so. I feel my stomach cramp and gurgle as the glut of food shifts inside of it. Taking a few seconds, I rub over my taut belly, kneading gently to try and manually break up what feels like a dense mass of food in my tummy. I can't help the groans and whimpers as I sluggishly move to the kitchen, setting the kettle up and rummaging around the cupboards for some tea. Of course, the peppermint just has to be on the top shelf. My stomach cramps painfully as I stretch to reach the box of tea leaves. Cosidering how we rely on peppermint tea as a stomach soother, we really should be keeping it on a lower shelf, somewhere easier to reach when either of us is doubled up with stomach pain (usually me).
My stomach burbles angrily within me as I watch the kettle come to a boil. I try my best to sooth it, even pressing my belly against the counter-top to try and get any sort of relief. It never comes.
Two hours since my last message and you've finally hit a lull at work. You duck into another quiet room and pull out your phone. Surely I've gone to bed by now, but you decide to check if there are any updates about the state of my stomach.
'(11:43P) Made tea. Need to stop putting peppermint out-of-reach.'
'(12:14A) Didn't help. Dinner is bobbing around in my stomach. Feels weird. Need your hands, babe.'
A short audio file has been sent after that text and you blush scarlet as you tap on it and hear a sickly, wet grumble from a clearly-distressed belly. When one thinks 'indigestion'--that's the kind of sound they think of—wet, thick, sickly, and troubled.
You quickly type out a response.
'(1:40AM) You damned tease.'
Your phone reads 4:07AM when you finally reach the door to our apartment and fumble quietly with the keys. You do your best to minimize any noise, thinking that I'd have gone to sleep by now.
Quietly entering our apartment, your gaze follows the faint glow coming from the living room. I left the standing lamp on, it seems. What surprises you is that I'm under the lamp, leaning on the far side of the couch with my knees up and my arms sandwiched against my belly.
“Sweetie? What are you still doing up?” You whisper, quietly padding over to the couch.
“Nnngh....w-welcome home.” I mutter passed a groan. I whimper as you settle on the couch next to me, the action jostling me and sending shockwaves through my sickly tummy. A shaky rumble squeezes out from behind my arms as you settle.
“Oh? Is your belly still upset?” You're surprised—even more so when I nod and cuddle up to you. I grab your arms as I settle against your chest, quickly placing your hand over my belly as I uncurl slightly from the tense ball I've been in for hours. My legs protest the change in position but I ignore the cramps, trying to focus on the feeling of your hands on my belly and waiting for the relief I hope you'll bring.
My belly has a bit more of a curve to it compared to the photo I sent you hours ago. The curve surprises you as you had expected the bloating to subside after all these hours. The idea of me having spent hours with such a visibly uncomfortable belly stirs both pity and lust in your mind.
Audible, wet grumbles resound with every knead of your palms on my belly. You palpitate my abdomen, exploring it. There's a large mug on the coffee table, about 1/3 full of the remnants of peppermint tea. Three tea-bags rest at the bottom of the mug. Knowing my tea-drinking habits, you quickly calculate and decide that it means a little over five and a half mugs of tea have made their way into my bowels.
My intestines are bloated with the sheer amount of tea that I managed to consume. It didn't really help and only served to make my guts really sloshy. The stubborn mass of dinner sits heavily in my stomach, refusing to be broken down no matter how much my stomach clenches around it and my stomach has basically given up at this point. Hours of futile churning haven't managed to dislodge the sticky mass. My stomach is sore from trying, and failing, to digest for so many hours. I'm exhausted from being kept up waaaay passed my normal sleeping hours with this unrelenting indigestion.
Your kneading hands get to work on my stomach, deftly mapping out the situation in my guts and working accordingly. You are very familiar with this process as I suffer from indigestion fairly frequently. We find ourselves in similar situations, though on a lesser scale, at least three times a week.
A well-placed pinch to the left side of my abdomen, in tandem with three of your fingers pushing deeply and stimulating a loop of intestine on my right side results in a sickly rumble. I gasp as I feel a chunk of the sticky mass in my belly break off and get passed the sphincter at the base of my stomach.
“Ooooh...fuckin' finally!” I moan as peristalsis rolls in waves through my bloated intestines, seeking out the bit of food that managed to enter after hours and hours of indigestion.
79 notes · View notes
yunmeto · 24 days ago
Text
welcome~!
Welcome to my blog!
My name is Yunseul, I post things related to male emeto/sickfic/upset stomach.
I adore roleplaying emeto and my dms and asks are always open...!
My first language is not English. Please forgive my mistakes!
Please message/ask/comment/anything if you're interested in rp!!
I use discord primarily, if you put your user in my askbox I will add you but not post it if you'd like to remain anon.
thank you all!
8 notes · View notes
ibis-gt · 3 years ago
Text
ough okay i am not feeling great if anyone wanted 2 send asks to take my mind off of it that would be stellar
10 notes · View notes
ask-the-scrapper · 2 years ago
Text
Rp Starter for @ask-the-dweets
-
Like a lot of the other survivors, David wasn't all that thrilled to see Pizza up close and personal after the many awful trials where he sought out to kill them. He was a little relieved that the guy wasn't a monstrous flaming ball anymore.. He was a survivor and not a killer again, but there was a definite grudge that the Scrapper held from when the man was a horrible monster.
It showed through his lack of altruism towards the nervous delivery man. Whatever feelings he had developed from before were a mix of emotions now. He didn't want to help him, he was upset and wasn't exactly the best at processing his thoughts or how something made him feel. The best way he could think to keep him from lashing out in frustration and completely ruining an already difficult trial, was to just ignore the poor guy entirely.
The growing issue outside of trials, was that he couldn't shake the guilt that kept invading his headspace. He'd sit at his campfire, mulling over how defeated and sad the other survivor looked when he did see him off and on. No one wanted to be around him after he'd brutally murdered so many of them.. David felt like they had every right to be angry about it. But he started thinking, and he hated when he had to do something serious like this. He just felt like maybe he needed to..
Pizza definitely didn't seem to understand why everyone was so upset with him.. Avoiding him in trials and refusing to help him didn't seem to make sense to him. David hadn't really noticed the initial confusion before, because.. well he really didn't want to.
He was starting to wonder if maybe Pizza didn't even remember being a killer..? How could someone be that confused about everyone hating his guts. For the rest of them, it was very clear they didn't want to associate with someone who murdered them.
In the end, ignoring him with no explanation was probably making things worse. It got the scrapper believing maybe they could work something out.. He did like the guy from beforehand anyway.. He kind of wanted to stop being mad at him. He considered sucking it up to go talk to him.. David ran a hand over his face and had to slap his own cheeks a couple of times to try and focus. He gave a huff before pressing his hands onto the log and standing himself up. With a semi-determined stride, the rugged man walked in whichever direction led him to Pizza's campfire. He slowed down the closer he got since he didn't really.. think about what he was going to say or even ask of the guy. Seeing that red hat and shirt not too far off from him made his stomach flip. What the hell was he going to do? He was always terrible at this sort of thing.
As he approached the fire, he felt like this was going to be a bad idea. He wants to do this- he knows he wants to. He walked all the way over here for a reason. He just didn't know how to confront this situation and get whatever answers he was looking for. Now that he was at the fire and standing there like a weirdo.. he felt pretty uncomfortable.
He tightened the roll of his sleeves and then put his hands on his hips as he stared down awkwardly at his shoes. Jesus, he should have thought about this part before approaching. He wanted to say something just to get it started, but nothing that came to mind sounded.. decent.
“Er.." Was all he could get to come out of his mouth.
17 notes · View notes
the-magnificent-blue · 3 years ago
Text
OOC:
Still feeling sick af.
Expect spelling errors.
Lots of spelling errors.
Also a low tolerance. --because a sick me is not a happy me--
PSA
Im getting tired of people asking about whats in my pants... What it is doesn't matter, and has nothing to do with the character or roleplaying. And it makes me incredibly uncomfortable to talk about it. (seriously the amount of people asking has just been rediculous I'm starting to get even more sick to my stomach and that is currently already a problem, i dont need anymore added to it...)
Its a quick way to get me to bounce from a conversation and just be to myself... It just puts me into a downer mood that i don't like to be in...
So here it is:
The admin is non binary.
They/Them. Or if you wanna refer to blue--then just use "he"
Thats it. Thats my gender. And its not changing. That's the answer i give people who ask and its the one i will keep giving to those who keep asking.
And pressing further on the matter is just disrespectful in general and disrespecting me as a person...
Please just respect it okay?
Im just here to enjoy myself in rp and make people happy who enjoy interacting with my variation of Blue, and weather i sport a twat or a cock shouldn't change that...
All it does is upset me. And if thats your goal the congratulations. Youve succeeded.
44 notes · View notes
jerkxbitchx · 3 years ago
Text
@collective-muses-rp
Sam couldn’t help but admire his brother’s body it was still nice even though his belly was a bit big with their baby and he wanted to touch it his fingers itched to. “Dean can I touch your stomach?” Sam asked his brother before he did he heard some pregnant people were touchy about that and he didn’t want to upset Dean or offend him.
“Dean I know you are going to take care of her inside and when she’s out in the world I am not worried about you taking care of her. You’ll be a great dad.” Sam told him with a smile. “Hell you raised me and I came out okay.” Sam told him. “Well I am glad you came to me Dean and I am glad you told me. She’s my daughter and I want to take care of her and you as well.” Sam told his brother. He didn’t care what he had with anyone though he didn’t have a boyfriend right now really so it was fine. Jessica was just his best friend, and she would be happy for him he knew that.“
"Well I am glad you didn’t give her up Dean I want to get to know her and I know you do too.” Sam told him as he settled behind his brother after getting up to get some oil. He poured some in his hands and rubbed them together so that the oil would be warm before putting his hands on Dean’s shoulders and rubbing.
25 notes · View notes