#but would eat it so fast he would get a tummyache

[babyadrianbat]

on one hand I don't trust a man who is super into Napoleon, however I am a man super into learning about Napoleon because I think his life and personality is so fucking funny

[sharenadraculea]

The primarchs having dinner together

Lion: He is a cat. He only eats the meat. Not even touching his veggies. He doesn‘t really get why they are having this dinner, but Luther thought him some decent table manners and he is happy to eat the meat of everyone who doesn‘t want theirs. He is eyeing the pidgeons sitting outside the window. They are gone by the end of teh evening. Fulgrim: He has some really bad allergies. Like one small bite can easely turn into a medical emergency. He really hoped to eat the same food as the others, but it‘s not safe. He takes his own food with him and feels pretty bad about it. Ferrus needs to comfort him. Perty: Grumbeling the whole time. Magnus dragged him here, saying it would be fun. Maybe it kind of is. But Calliphone still cooks better. Jagh: He is very excited to try some new food, very adventurous taste. He‘s having a great time, very supportive of his brothers who are a bit more picky than he is. Offers to buy everyone drinks. Leman: He has a lot of fun too, needs to be stopped from drinking too much. He is a bit sceptical of everything more complicated than bread and meat. A chocolate dessert needs to be ripped from his hands to avoid a medical emergency. Rogal: He has ARFID, so eating in general and especially going out to eat is difficult. Brought his own food with him and when told he eats like a toddler, goes on a extended rant/presentation about ARFID. Brought some extra dino-nuggets to share with his brothers. Ends up distracted and builds a fortress for the dino-nuggets to live in. Konrad: So much food! He has no idea where to look first. Eats very fast and has no table manners. Despite this, he won‘t touch his veggies, because cat. Heroically liberates Morty from both his meat and dessert. Somehow catches the rat which he nibbles on between courses.

Sang: He has perfect manners. Tries everything on the table, does a extensive food criticism. Definetly asks for the recipies of some things, the cook is crying in joy. At some point goes on a long tangent about food on Baal and how good snakes taste. Everyone is shocked that Sang would be a fan of raw snakemeat. He isn‘t very picky. Also eyeing Konrads rat and Lions pidgeons. Ferrus: Not enough stones for his taste. Attempts to also eat the plate. Very worried about Fulgrim and kind of hoovering around him. Lactoseintolerant and is carefull not to end up having a horrible stomach ache, Angron: The nails make tablemanners difficult, he has decided that everything is fingerfood. Surprisingly calm, ripping apart food probally helps. Rob: He got the menu weeks in advance to mentally prepare. Still, it is difficult to eat so much new food. He is kind of regretting that he didn‘t bring his own food like Rogal. Someone notices how stressed out he is and asks the cook if they can send him some spaghetti. This helps a lot. Morty: Meat just gives him the ick. Can‘t eat it, very glad to give his to Konrad. Very happy to eat Konrads and Lions veggies. Kind of intimidated by eating with so many people and very quiet. Looks like he thinks someone will take his food away any moment. Ends up hiding some food in his pockets to eat later, Magnus: He has brought his books with him, just in case. Not all that interested in the food, but keeps three conversations going at the same time. Later drinks two glasses of wine and is passed out, transforming into a blob of warp-goo. Horus: Loudly commenting on everyone else and what they are eating. Then Rogal lectures him and he is humbled for approximatly three minutes. Lactoseintolerant, which he fully ignores. Later loudly complains about his tummyache. Lorgar: His religion has pretty strict rules about what you can eat, so he is very angsty. But he also doesn‘t want to cause problems and it looks and smells so good and Angron keeps handing him squished things and that‘s weirdly cute… Vulkan: He is just so happy that they are all here. Buys everyone some icecream for dessert. He has brought his mothers extra spicy BBQ-sauce with him and puts it on everything. It is classified as a weapon of mass destruction by everyone not from Nocturne. Corvus: Has some food-related trauma (specifically the hadn‘t had emough as a kid) and so keeps eating pretty much everything handed to them. Evem tries Vulkans BBQ-Sauce, which does not end well. Vulkan buys them birdseed in exchange, which makes them very happy. Alpharius Omegon: Somehow got their hands on a McDonalds Happy Meal. Very happy to witness all the chaos

[cuddlepilefics]

Calming incense

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Mingi

Caregivers: Ateez

Mingi gets an anxious stomachache and Seonghwa wants to help

No one’s pov.:

“Hey, you good?”, Yunho asked softly as he took a seat next to Mingi when they finally got a ten minute break during dance practice. The rapper had been awfully quiet all morning and according to Seonghwa, he had skipped breakfast that morning. Mingi gave a curt nod but his face remained tense. That was when Yunho noticed the arm his dongsaeng had wrapped around his middle. His hand trembled ever so slightly when he reached for his water bottle and took a tentative sip. Their break would be over soon and Mingi didn’t feel like moving at all. He had had a hard time sleeping the previous night, his thoughts way too loud and too fast for him to doze off. At some point during the night, a dull ache had formed in his stomach. By the time he had to get up, the pain had transformed into cramps, sharp stabs of pain shooting across his abdomen. With how little sleep he had gotten, his head was pounding and he craved a cup of coffee to ease the pain and clear the exhausted daze in his head but he knew he wouldn’t be doing his cramping stomach any favors and his heart was already racing, so coffee was out of question.

Their break was almost over when Mingi finally dared to make eye contact with his friend, muttering: “Couldn’t sleep and my stomach hurts.” – “How bad is it?”, Yunho whispered, glancing at the clock. The rapper shrugged. He knew he wasn’t sick, which was exactly why he hadn’t mentioned it. Releasing a shaky breath, Mingi admitted: “’s an anxious tummyache.” He picked at his nails, glancing towards the practice room floor. “’m really on edge an’ not sleeping didn’t help”, he breathed, “My head hurts and I’m exhausted but too restless to sleep.” – “Do you need a break?”, Yunho asked gently, “I could talk to Hongjoong-hyung for you if you can’t. I don’t mind.” The younger shook his head and closed his eyes focusing on his breath to slow it down a little. Forcing a smile, Mingi hummed: “I appreciate it but I can keep going. It’s only dance practice and a songwriting session with Hongjoong-hyung later. No public appearances or anything, I’ll be okay.”

With the way Mingi moved as the continued their practice, the rest of the group soon caught on to his stomach ache. They’d be on their lunch break soon and the rapper was dreading it. He still had no appetite but he knew he couldn’t miss another meal. Maybe one of the members had some painkillers with him, so he’d at least be able to take something for the headache. When they split up for lunch, Mingi didn’t choose what he wanted to eat so much as he chose who he wanted to eat with. He simply tagged along with Yunho, Yeosang and Jongho, not caring where they’d go as long as he was with them. Yunho stayed close to him when he put on his mask and beanie, pulling his hood up to shield as much of his face from view as possible.

Yunho comfortingly squeezed Mingi’s thigh under the table, his heart aching as he watched his friend force down a small serving of plain rice while his stomach churned. “Does any of you have any painkillers with you? My head’s thumping”, the rapper muttered. Taking a moment to swallow, Jongho hummed: “Yeah, I have. Is that all that’s bothering you, do you need anything else?” – “My tummy hurts but it’s not bad enough to take anything for it”, Mingi admitted with a forced smile as he watched the maknae rummage through his bag. He muttered a pathetic ‘thanks’ when Jongho handed him a pill and quickly downed it with a few sips of water.

When they made their way back to the company building, Mingi regretted that he hadn’t asked Jongho for something to soothe his stomach. He wasn’t sure whether his small meal would settle alright, for now it felt weird and the frequent cramps caused him to walk with a bit of a limp. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to move much for the rest of the day. A real smile tugged at his lips when he sat down in his seat next to Hongjoong and the leader handed him a paper cup of tea. He wasn’t one to be openly affectionate with the members but he did care for them in more subtle ways. Thanking the older quietly, Mingi took a sip and recognized the taste. It was a herbal tea blend similar to the one he occasionally drank when he got anxiety-induced stomachaches. The somewhat familiar taste grounded him and he allowed his rigid back to sink against the back rest.

The rest of the day passed faster than Mingi had expected and he was able to lose himself in his work now that the headache had improved. The cramps weren’t as bad anymore but he still yearned to get back to his dorm. When they packed up and parted ways to head to their individual dorms, Mingi was exhausted, even more so than he had been that morning, big surprise. He heard the shower running when he opened the front door, San getting ready for bed while Seonghwa bustled around the kitchen. The oldest seemed relieved to see him, glad the rapper was finally home after not feeling well all day. Hongjoong had texted him earlier, informing that he had gotten Mingi to eat dinner and that he had been doing a little better for the time that he had been distracted.

Now, Mingi looked ready to drop though. The lack of sleep taking its toll on him. It didn’t stop him from chatting with Seonghwa for a few minutes, dreading to go to bed and be alone with his thoughts again. “Oh, I picked something up for you while we were out on our break”, his hyung smiled, pulling out a small cylindrical box, “It’s lavender incense, supposed to be calming and help you sleep.” – “Thank you, hyung”, Mingi breathed, opening the box to sniff it. The scent was a little more intense than he had expected, making his nose tingle. They shared a cup of tea before Mingi got ready for bed, lighting the incense on his desk.

Surprisingly, it had taken Mingi barely any time at all to fall asleep. He only stayed asleep for two hours though. When he tried to open his eyes to the darkness of his room, his eyelids felt sticky and he rubbed them sluggishly, blinking a couple of times. His head was heavy, barely wanting to leave the pillow. Sniffling thickly, Mingi propped himself up. The motion shifted the congestion in his sinuses, causing his nose to run. When he reached for a tissue from the box on his nightstand and tried to blow his nose, he had to realize that breathing through his nose had become all but impossible. After messily swiping at his nose, Mingi flopped back down and groaned hoarsely, his throat itching.

His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton but he knew he had to get up and get some water. Sitting up, he gave a scratchy cough and nudged his wrist under his nose before trying to stand. He struggled to find his balance, the ground tilting weirdly under his feet. Shuffling to the kitchen took what felt like an eternity and Mingi found himself panting as he leant against the kitchen counter. His breath hitched, a trembling hand hovering in front of his face as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

Mingi feared he’d wake his friends if he sneezed, so he pinched his nose shut, harshly twisting to the side, stifling two forceful sneezes that made his eyes water. Although he had managed to be almost completely silent, his grip on the glass hadn’t been all that secure and it ended up crashing to the tiles. Small shards of glass covered the kitchen floor and Mingi stood frozen in his spot. The noise of the glass shattering must have woken his friends for sure and he was about ready to cry from frustration. Worse was that he stood there barefoot, eyes watering while his vision was already blurry without his glasses. There was no way he’d be able to move without stepping into the glass and cutting himself.

Before the rapper could despair completely, Seonghwa trudged down the hallway, stifling a yawn against his fist. Having woken up to a fairly loud crash, the oldest had gone to check what was going on. “You okay, Mingi-yah?”, Seonghwa hummed, voice still thick with sleep. Mingi nodded, sniffling: “Sorry, I-I dropped my glass.” Putting on his slippers, Seonghwa clicked his tongue and reached for the broom. He handed Mingi his own pair of slippers and while the younger put them on, he cleared a path out of the kitchen. “I’ll take care of the shards in a second but would you tell me what’s going on? You look awful… sound it too”, Seonghwa breathed, feeling his dongsaeng’s forehead when the rapper had joined him outside the kitchen. Blearily squinting at the older, Mingi admitted: “Woke up like this. Mby ndose is blocked. Odly dropped the glass ‘cause I ndeeded to sdeeze. Throat’s itchy too.” - “Yeah, I can most definitely hear that”, Seonghwa cooed, “Luckily, you don’t have a fever, so why don’t you go sit on the couch while I take care of this? I’ll get you some water afterwards.” Mingi’s chest tightened. Not only had he woken his hyung up with his clumsiness, now the older also had to clean up after him. Knowing his clumsiness would probably only make the situation worse, Mingi gave a defeated nod and trudged to the living room.

“hESH! h-hESSH!” – “Bless you”, Seonghwa hummed, handing him a tissue. The oldest had just finished sweeping up the glass and joined Mingi in the living room. Failing to blow his nose due to the pressure in his sinuses, the rapper sniffled and glanced at his hyung with watering eyes. Seonghwa offered him some water and frowned: “This seemed to have come completely out of nowhere. How does your tummy feel? Maybe it wasn’t an anxious stomachache after all.” – “My tummy doesn’t hurt adymore”, Mingi mumbled, palming his middle, “It just feels weird a’d fluttery.” Rubbing his eyes, the rapper added: “My face a’d throat feel like it could be allergies but it’s winter a’d I dod’t know what I could possibly be allergic to.” The older furrowed his brows, thinking hard.

“Did you try the incense tonight?”, Seonghwa guessed because his dongsaeng was right, there wasn’t much he could be reacting to at this time of year. Mingi’s puffy eyes widened at that and he gave a nod before sipping some more water to soothe his throat. Guiltily biting his lip, Seonghwa muttered: “I’ll fetch you an antihistamine and remove the incense from your room. You shouldn’t go back there to sleep though. Not sure you should stay here at the dorm at all till we have thoroughly aired it out. Maybe you could call Yunho and ask if you can stay at his dorm for a bit.” – “Thagks”, Mingi rasped, “Could you grab mby phone from mby room too? I thigk getting out of here for a bit would be for the best.”

Seonghwa soon found himself on his way to take Mingi over to the dorm Yunho shared with Yeosang, not trusting the rapper to get there safely on his own. “Hey, I picked out a change of clothes you can borrow”, Yunho greeted sleepily as he let the two in, “You still smell faintly of incense smoke, so why don’t you go and take a shower. The clothes are on the sink.” – “Thagks”, Mingi mumbled hoarsely, clearing his throat. While he went to take a shower, Seonghwa explained what had happened and smiled when Yeosang joined him and Yunho, yawning: “There’s tea in the kitchen. Did he already take an antihistamine?” The oldest nodded, recalling what exactly Mingi had taken. “I have stronger ones”, Yeosang hummed, “I’ll put them next to the tea, so he can take it later if the one he took don’t help enough.” – “Thanks, Yeosang-ah. You wouldn’t have had to get up along with me when you heard me walking around but I appreciate that you did”, Yunho smiled, making the other blush, “I got him from here, so if the two of you want to go back to bed….”

Yeosang went to bed, while Seonghwa stayed a little longer, wanting to apologize for making his dongsaeng sick. Mingi wasn’t expecting him to still be around when he shuffled out of the bathroom, wearing Yunho’s clothes. “I’m not going to hug you because there’s probably incense smoke in my clothes too but know that I’m really sorry”, Seonghwa whispered, “I wanted to help and did the exact opposite.” – “Actually, hyung”, Mingi sniffled, “I fell asleep pretty much instantly and my stomachache is gone now. Admit it, your plan was to distract my mind enough, so it can’t spiral anymore.” The older laughed at that: “Yup, that’s exactly what I was going for. You caught me but you should really get some sleep now. Both of you.” They parted ways, Seonghwa heading back to his dorm, while Yunho guided Mingi to his room and handed him the tea Yeosang had prepared. The two chatted for a few minutes while the rapper sipped his tea before they switched off the lights and cuddled close.

Mingi’s sleep remained fitful the struggle to breathe through his blocked nose frequently waking him. An hour before Yunho’s alarm was set to go off, the dancer retrieved Yeosang’s antihistamines and encouraged his friend to take one as his condition hadn’t really improved yet. They didn’t go back to sleep after that, opting to just take the time to prepare a nourishing breakfast, despite Mingi not being able to taste much. Yeosang really appreciated waking up to freshly prepared breakfast though, while Mingi felt a sense of achievement starting the day like that, no matter how tired he was.

Soon, the medication kicked in though and Mingi grew drowsy as they were driven to the company building. Yawning, he rested his head on Yunho’s shoulder and closed his eyes, which were still puffy but fortunately not as itchy anymore. He could hear some of the members talking in hushed voices but was too out of it to comprehend what they were saying. Hesitantly tapping Yunho’s leg, Yeosang whispered: “Why did you bring him along if he took that strong pill, hyung?” The dancer gave him a confused look, so the younger elaborated: “They’re really strong and you’re knocked out not long after taking them. He’ll have a hard time staying awake at all, let alone be functional and able to work.” – “I didn’t know”, Yunho muttered, cursing silently, “I thought it’d make him fine.” Yeosang shook his head, apologizing that he had assumed they knew the side effects and didn’t warn them. “We only have meetings till noon, so I could check if there’s a free studio where he can nap”, Hongjoong offered, “We’ll see if he’s up for practice after lunch, when he had a couple hours of sleep. If not, I’ll call for a driver to take him home.”

Mingi woke himself up with a stuffy sneeze only two minutes before the car pulled up to the building. Lifting his head, he turned his face down and realized a moment too late that he was aiming for Yunho’s lap. “hEGSHU! Oh mby god I-I’b s-sorr-y hih- h-hESSH!” – “Bless you”, the dancer whispered, rubbing his dongsaeng’s back as the younger sniffled sleepily, “You can go back to sleep soon. Hongjoong-hyung will find an empty studio for you to lay down. I’m sorry, I didn’t know the side effects would be so strong. I wouldn’t have dragged you out of bed if I did.” – “Ndo, I’b okay”, Mingi insisted but he could barely keep his eyes from closing again. Yeosang made eye contact with Yunho and lightly shook his head. Mingi really shouldn't have to suffer through hours of meetings like this if his attendance wasn’t absolutely necessary. It got even more evident when Mingi got out of the car and stumbled, barely able to coordinate his feet. Yunho was quick to catch him around the waist and San took the rapper’s arm to guide him into the building.

They eventually had Mingi situated on a couch in an empty studio and Jongho draped his long coat over the rapper as a blanket. The rapper was out almost as soon as his friends closed the door and only woke when Wooyoung and Jongho came to check on him during their lunch break. His fellow maknaes had gotten him fried chicken for lunch and kept him company while he ate. “I’m really okay now”, the rapper smiled, “I can breathe through my nose again and the itchiness is gone. Yeah, I’m still tired but the comfortable, drowsy kind, not the exhausted and overwhelmed one. I kinda like it actually. Seems like Seonghwa-hyung’s incense did help my anxiety after all.”

[belicioustummy]

3 for all categories?

Who is most prone to tummy noises?

cade has a rather noisy stomach when he’s too hungry or too full. when he’s working he tends to have several little snacks throughout the day to avoid either extreme, because he likes to give off a flawless image. outside of that, he very much enjoys having people spoil and pay attention to him when his stomach starts to growl or gurgle

Who’s most likely to get burpy?

tansy tends to swallow a lot of air if she eats too fast, which makes her bloated. a good belly rub works wonders to help it out. when it comes to beverages, lola dislikes drinking soda because the carbonation is pretty much guaranteed to make them burp a lot. she avoids it whenever possible because it embarrasses her

Who is the fussiest when a friend is down with a tummyache?

niah is very attentive towards tansy when she has tummy troubles. she might feel a little odd about doing the same for a friend she isn’t as close to, although she’d do her best. chuck pays a lot of attention to how his friends are feeling, so it’s likely that he’d notice if they had a sick stomach. he Will provide a gentle massage for a friend’s sore tummy if they like. willow has taken him up on this a good few times

Who is most likely to wind up overstuffed because they hate to waste food and are determined to finish up all the leftovers?

willow was in a situation where she didn’t have enough to eat for a while in her twenties, so she is very conscious about wasting food. there were a few times in the past where he wasn’t sure when he’d eat again, and ate so much it started to hurt. as a result, at present he’ll try to mostly stick to stuff that won’t reheat well, and even that will leave him plenty full. then again, her stomach capacity has expanded noticeably since then…

Which character would be most likely to wind up stuffed indulging on freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies, soft and gooey out of the oven?

niah and willow have the biggest sweet tooths (teeth?) out of the cast. although niah’s favorite cookies are snickerdoodles and willow’s are maple cookies, neither would turn down chocolate chip- especially fresh-baked. lola could also be lured in by the wonderful smell. considering it doesn’t take a lot of food to fill his tummy, lola would be most likely out of the three of them to get stuffed before the taste started to get too samey. 5 cookies and a glass of milk, and she’ll be out

[trashytummiez]

Not necessarily a kink rating, but how would you rate the burps for each character in twisted wonderland? 1-10

Ace is a 9 because he's loud and obnoxious and complains about eating too much. He has the loudest burps of anyone in his dorm and is totally shameless about it too. Ace will chug soda and intentionally give the biggest burp he can to mess with all his friends. He knows how to burp talk too and do the alphabet but he's not as good at it as Ruggie~

Deuce is an 8 because the game showed that he can get roped into eating a lot alongside Ace so I bet that he can burp pretty loudly himself. Unlike ace though Deuce doesn't do it on purpose he gets embarrassed if he burps in public. But he can probably get roped into contests with Ace pretty easily ;3

Riddle is a 5. He's very smol and has a sweet tooth but he's also very well mannered and probably tries really hard not to ever burp out loud. If he does its probably not the loudest they usually sound low and a little strained but even those will still embarrass and anger him if anyone mocks him for it

Cater is a 7. He can do some good burps but he's more casual than anyone else. He doesn't burp on purpose but if he does he takes it in strides and just excuses himself like it's no big deal and if he gets roped into a contest he'll play along and probably lose but post videos anyway since burp videos on his page always get more views for some reason X3

Trey is a 5 too. His burps are pretty weak and only ever come out if he burps by accident. That only ever really comes if he drinks too fast and even that doesn't produce the strongest burps but he doesn't care because he thinks burps are gross anyway and gets annoyed whenever Ace lets them rip around him or tries to rope others into contests

Ruggie is a 10 pure and simple. He has some of the loudest burps in the whole school and is the most skilled burper in all of night raven. He can burp talk entire sentences do the full alphabet and let rip a burp for ten seconds! He can also let rip some really loud ones even with an empty tummy. He's loud proud and absolutely shameless <3

Leona is another 10 as well. He isn't as skilled as Ruggie but his burps are much louder and stronger coming from the deepest parts of his tummy. Leona's biggest burps are so loud they're often mistaken for beastly roars which he lets fly without shame. He always burps when he stuffs himself and will carelessly burp out words in the middle of talking especially to piss off Vil or to fluster Yuu~

Jack is a 9 like Ace. He has some incredibly deep burps the kind you can feel rumbling out of him that can make it feel like stuff around you is rumbling too. He's very passive about it too. If he has air in his tummy he's gonna let it out and when he's full his burps are really deep and strong. But he can get roped into burping contests because the good boi doesn't want to be left out of the fun :3

Jade is a 9. His burps are strong which is why when he holds them in you feel them rumble in his mouth. And he intentionally lets them loose in his mouth to pretend he's a gentleman and to tease Yuu. If he doesn't hold back he can push some really big ones out especially if he's full. He's also not remotely apologetic. He'll feign apologies and excuse himself but he's still smirking when he does it especially if he sees Yuu fidget around him after a good closed mouth burp.

Floyd is a 10. His burps are absolutely massive! Whereas Jade is subtle Floyd will squeeze the biggest loudest burps out of his tummy that he can manage. Whether he's full or if he's chugged a lot of soda Floyd is a burpy boi who is really amused by burping too. He giggles at how good they feel coming up and even more at how red his little shrimpy gets anytime he lets one rattle out. Outside of Leona he's the only other one in the school who can top Ruggie

Azul is an 8. He's more genuinely well mannered than Jade and Floyd and tries to hold his burps in when they gurgle up but if they do come up then they can be really throaty and come out strong. He'll get embarrassed if that happens especially if he has a full tummy. He tries not to indulge too much remembering when he was a chubby little octopus boi but from time to time he forgets himself and when that happens he can get some pretty big ones that he may struggle to hold in

Kalim is a 10 easy. The sweet boi can burp like a pro and can get some incredibly loud ones out. He's so cute about it too. When he's stuffed he can get some huge burps and each one will make him giggle adorably. If there's a contest he'll get competitive and chug a whole lot of soda to get some monsters out. But that sometimes gives him a tummyache that requires some much needed tummy rubs and those can squeeze out some truly epic burps that will leave Kalim panting and smiling the cutest smile you can imagine.

Jamil's a 9. He's got a greedy side to him that he doesn't always get to show off so when he overindulges he can get some really deep throaty burps out the kind that rumble pretty hard out of a person. He's also a bit hedonistic and will eagerly tease Yuu if he knows burps turn her on. He can suck down a lot of air in his tummy and let rip a really lengthy burp in her ear then seductively blow the gases against her cheek. Like Jade Jamil knows how to turn a person on and gets a huge kick out of doing so

Rook is a 5. He's not very good at burping and only does so if he's full or if he drank too much. Usually they're really quick and short burps that he will immediately excuse himself over. He's genuinely well mannered and finds burps to be incredibly gross.

Vil is a 7. Like Rook he's very well mannered and finds burps to be absolutely hideous but unlike Rook he's actually pretty good at it whether he likes it or not. Vil doesn't overeat but he has a very sensitive stomach and is actually prone to getting indigestion from eating things that don't sit well in his tummy or if he drinks something too fast. Doing so can give him some pretty loud burps and if that happens he'll be absolutely mortified. Tease him and he's liable to poison you for it X3

Epel is an 8. He tries to have good manners but deep down Epel wants to be one of the bois and as such he can let rip some really good burps. He's about on par with Deuce but not as good as some others. He overeats often because he underestimates his stomach capacity which can leave him pretty bloated and giving some really deep and forceful burps. When that happens he hides out at other dorms until he digests everything because he can't risk letting Vil see him in such an unsightly manner

Ortho is an 8 as well. The little bot boi consumes fuel which can sometimes stir up excess air in his robo tummy which gives him some strong burps. If that happens he'll giggle and excuse himself. Idia designed him like that intentionally because it makes Ortho feel more real and it gives them a chance to occasionally have burping contests which Idia always wins but if Ortho gets to bond he doesn't care he's just having fun <3

Idia is another 10. The anxious boi has some of the strongest loudest burps in the school because his tummy is always fluctuating. He eats a lot and drinks tons of soda all the time. This fills his tummy up with a lot of gas that he can let out in some absolutely magnificent burps the kind that feel like they're exploding in his tummy. If he has a lot of gas in his belly at once Yuu can squeeze burps that last almost ten seconds out of him that's how good Idia is. Like Jade he'll try and muffle them in public but his closed mouth burps are even deeper than Jades simply because of how strong they are. Unlike Jade Idia isn't a hedonist who gets off to riling Yuu up he's always really shy and embarrassed and whimpers around her because he's the cutest <3

Sebek is a 7. He can get some pretty good burps out because his tummy is kind of in flux too from being so tightly wound but he's also got a pretty considerable appetite. He's well mannered so he usually tries to hold his burps back as in swallow them before they can turn into closed mouth burps but doing so too much just makes his tummy grumble hard which eventually forces up some pretty strong burps that leave him horrified

Silver's an 8. He knows how to burp and can let out some really good ones either if he's full or if he's had soda. He can chug soda down really fast and those give him some especially loud burps for such a quiet boi. But unlike Sebek he's not shy about it. He's very indifferent about it neither boastful nor embarrassed. Like Jack if he's gotta burp he's gonna burp and if he knows Yuu likes it he'll shrug and burp for her but not be super into it unless she's rubbing his belly then he becomes very docile and into it ;3

Lilia's a 9. He's very knowledgeable and full of surprises. So what's more surprising than the feminine looking old little girl boi letting out these giant burps out of nowhere? He knows how to burp on command with nothing but air in his tummy and has a really healthy appetite that leaves his tummy nice and pooched out and can chug faster than most students because he's got plenty of experience doing so. He changes depending on who he's with. He knows how to behave around any given person and when he needs to be civilized then like Sebek he'll swallow any burps down then excuse himself to go out of earshot and let rip a heavy closed mouth burp so his tummy doesn't start hurting. And if he's with people he can be casual with he'll let rip a big one and put others to shame. And if he knows Yuu likes them he'll be a massive tease to her~

Malleus is a 10 as well. He has manners and usually stifles any burps that work their way up his throat which result in some really deep closed mouth burps. But he can eat a ton and doing so gives him some especially excellent burps. They're loud and they can last pretty long especially if his tummy is really full. That comes with being a dragon. Sometimes Malleus will burp so hard that some fire comes out with them and those tend to actually make him blush in the cutest way possible X3

[themelonsins]

because i am in stuffed ronpa brain rot so here are some of my favorite headcannons under the cut

despite his lactose intolerance, f.uyuhiko has the strongest stomach. very rarely will he actually get a tummy ache even if he does eat far too much. he’s more vulnerable to a food coma than a tumby ache

on the opposite end p.eko’s tummy is very sensitive. she bloats easily and her stomach is very loud when it’s upset. she also can’t stop burping despite trying to hold it all back.

f.uyuhiko is the only one allowed to rub p.eko’s stomach if its hurting. it would be the same vice versa but k.azuichi has also been able to sooth f.uyu

k.azuichi is the most likely to over indulge if its ice cream or soda. both of these also make his stomach so loud.

because of how g.undham was raised he has a very sensitive stomach and a very low stomach capacity. if he eats more than one plate at dinner he will probably end up stuffed silly.

h.ajime has the highest stomach capacity. my main man can put it away like no ones business. he, also, is a little bitch to deal with when he has a tummyache because he doesn’t want anyone near him. you’re gonna have to pry your way into his room to help take care of him.

l.eon has the worst diet. it’s terrible. he eats like absolute shit. diet? never heard of it? vegetables? no. never. however, his metabolism is extremely fast so he doesn’t gain weight until the off season.

l.eon actually doesn’t mind having a little tummy. he’s found that the girls he’s into like laying on the plush layer on his belly when they’re cuddling so he’s a fan. 

s.huichi has a sensitive stomach too. he’s the most prone to bellyaches because of how much k.aito likes to eat and s.huichi likes to try and keep up with him. 

people talk about h.agakure getting stuffed because of stoned munchies, but this definitely happens to r.antaro as well. he now keeps a drawer of snacks for whenever this happens. 

[chibi-honey-cake]

Top 10 favorite preds?

OH, SO YOU HAVE CHOSEN BEARS. Perhaps you didn't know what you were asking, but I am holding back more love for the bears from the Fi.ve Ni.ghts at Fre.ddy's series than is necessarily healthy, I'm sure. So it’s all bears on this list. Please note that these are my interpretations of the characters.

Get ready for Freddy some fancy singer bears because this girl is all about them sharp-dressed preds! [Stick around 'til the end for honorable mentions, a.k.a. If Chibi Wasn't Completely Teddy-Beared] Also beneath the cut because this got STUPID LONG.

10. Nightmare Freddy The only canonical parent. *snicker* I put him this low because despite being what I would call a demon, he's kinda vanilla in my head. He has sharp teeth, claws, a great intimidating aura and sure, he can make you fear for your safety... But in the end, he's careful with those pointy things. (Side note: In most of my writing the Nightmares feed off of fear, which leads to a lot of teasing fearplay with no real harm.)

9. Classic Freddy/Withered Freddy (Hey, they're the same character, shut up) He was my original crush of the series and I'm always going to love the main bear singer. Half of the time I portray him as a soft, charming pred that gently coaxes prey into being eaten and the other half he's a huGE TEASE, grinning and cooing to prey about how filling they'll be squirming in his gut all nice and snug- AAAA! He has the 'suave smile' down pat, I don't know how he does it!

8. Nightmare Fredbear Okay, look. He's intimidating, huge, wide, has sharp teeth, a belly maw, and claws. He is literally made to tower over you and make you question reality, a demon sent to torment... Really, he's a smug, teasing monster that relishes in your nervous stammering and fearful trembling. He wouldn't really harm someone, he's more interested in the fear they exude though. He also borrows some teleport powers from both being a Nightmare and a copy of Golden Freddy, so sometimes he'll appear behind you with that big, toothy, smug-jerk grin until your skin crawls enough to notice him... Or his belly rumbles ravenously right behind your head. And his tummy is LOUD when you're outside, let alone inside...

7. Lefty Okay, Lefty's a little hard to explain. He's calm and gentle in his daily life performing alongside the Rockstar models, sometimes even more slow and quiet. He likes to watch others more than participate, opting to stare. Sure, maybe he's just shy... Or maybe he's calculating the best place to catch you by yourself. Most of the time though, he's more concerned with the health of those around him. If he thinks you're pushing yourself too hard, he'll gently make sure you'll take a break. He'll shush prey as he holds them carefully inside, reassuring them. Often he will activate his inner music box to soothe his prey to sleep. He just wants you to take a nap- in his belly~

6. Shadow Freddy/Phantom Freddy Okay yes, two different characters, but I treat them more like brothers or duplicates of one another. They act almost the same, so I'm cheating shut up. Phantom Freddy is a ghost, obviously, and Shadow Freddy is a shadow entity, again obviously. They are both non-verbal most of the time when I write for them, opting instead to nudge and gesture (and tease like the dickens in a one-sided conversation). But they purr loud to let you know if they're enjoying themselves.Since they are both beings made of energy, that's what they need to maintain their forms. They just 'borrow' some liveliness from their prey, which leaves the prey a little drained afterward. But that's something that can be solved with a nap and some snacks~ Some friendly warnings- since they are not really physically solid, they're known for surprising prey. They love hugs, both outside- and inside. It depends on the day whether they are going to swallow prey- or just absorb them into their bodies. But it's like floating in cool air- you're okay with that, right?

5. Molten Freddy I have so many feels for my poor, unraveled boy... He's gone through a lot, stuck in a long, snaky coily body by himself, but he still has such a sweet demeanor! His mass appears so much bigger now that his endoskeleton has come undone, Molten Freddy can control all of his coils separately. He's starved for attention and if someone shows the slightest empathy to him, he latches onto them hard. He's so fond of hugs that he'll hold prey with his coils and call them sweet names until they fluster bright red. Then he'll wrap them up and swallow them slowly, purring as he works them down deeper into his metal-cable body for long, internal hugs... Bear with snake body, yeth~

4. Nightmare Okay, so Nightmare Fredbear? Just- magnify all of that. Like, 2000% magnification. Nightmare is what his name suggests: a literal embodiment of nightmares. His teasing can get rough, borderline possessive sometimes. When he feels he's going overboard in terrorizing his prey, he'll subtly ease back. But let's face it, it's easy to go overboard when you're... well, basically the King of Fearplay. He can be a pushy jerk, being the leader of the Nighmares means he calls a lot of the shots... But if you know him well enough, he'll reveal more of his true self and become easier to deal with. He'll be your huge, intimidating back-up with an army of nightmares at his command- no one will mess with you again. But when faced with his insatiable appetite, it means that you'll be dealing with his belly maw more often than his fear-inspiring appearance.

3. Fredbear/Golden Freddy/Withered Golden Freddy (Again, same character) Ah, a wonderful golden bear! He has such versatility since you see him in so many eras! As a younger bear, he was more polite and reserved. As the years wore on, he began to get more... sloppy, for lack of a better term. His politeness wore down and he became less reserved, starting to be more teasing and smug. By the time the first game started, he was a grinning, teleporting menace. He loves to spook prey by appearing behind them, then pinning them against the wall to fluster the daylights out of them with his ravenous appetite. "I've been empty for so long... Could you help me with that~?" He can get possessive over his prey occasionally, and he loves nothing more than lounging around with a squirming belly full of delicious prey.

2. Funtime Freddy The excitable boy, despite being my main F/O, number two on the list of favorite preds? *gasp* Okay so I LOVE Funtime Freddy so much, it's not funny. ...There's a pun in there somewhere. Hm. He's such a silly bear, so full of energy! He's bouncy and giggly most of the time, always ready and glad to spend time with someone! There's only one problem... He also burns a lot of energy and his tummy often reminds him to eat with sudden, sharp growling. And when your hunger is that fast and demanding... Oftentimes the best food source is his tasty prey friend literally right next to him! Hope the prey doesn't mind the sudden change of scenery! He has an issue with going too fast out of eagerness to fill his tummy, so sometimes he'll give himself a tummyache. Guess the prey better get to work soothing their big pal's tum, huh?

1. Toy Freddy That's right, my soft boy~ He's such a nervous, fretting bear that needs some soft reassurance and hugs. Good thing he's already soft and plush, ready for someone to soothe his nerves. He's extremely polite and reserved, never wanting to impose or bother others... But sometimes his tummy speaks up for him. If he's hungry, he cannot stop the starved rumbling of his empty tummy and he will be so flustered about it! Apologizing, stammering, trying to subtly rub his tum to calm it down (not knowing it's doing the opposite), he's a flushed, famished mess. Most of the time it takes a prey offering themselves up for Toy Freddy to eat them and he'll constantly ask, "Are you sure?" He goes slow to ensure prey's comfort and because he absolutely must savor their flavor, thanking them gratefully as his belly accepts its treat with loud approval. (But if the prey is oblivious and his hunger gnaws too hard for too long, he might snap and stuff the prey into his mouth. He'd apologize profusely after he'd gulped them down, ashamed at his own behaviour. Don't drive the poor soft boi to those measures...)

[Sorry, Rockstar Freddy. Your politeness, smooth compliments, and offers of 'substitute payment' weren't enough to get you on the list. I'll make it up to you later.]

Okay so, here for the honorable mentions now? Unfortunately, I haven't really branched out very far beyond these bears when it comes to noms, but here's a few I've experimented with or am thinking of experimenting with.

King Dedede (from Kir.by) - He's such a glutton, though! He's kind of bossy and definitely greedy for food, but oh well lunch isn't for another ten minutes so his servant or guest might just have to do until then! It may be sudden and lunch may end up joining you, but at least his belly is pretty spacious! He's a kind pred behind closed doors where no one can see his nice side, happily holding prey inside. And he'll definitely let you out later, just... keep squirming, your king demands it~

Globox (from Ra.yman) - A huge, plump frog-like friend! He literally eats stuff to store it repeatedly in Rayman 2 and (although I haven't played it yet) in Rayman 3, I think Globox accidentally swallows the bad guy and the whole plot is about getting them out? I wonder why there's not more content of him out there, he's positively MADE for this community, lol.

King K.Rool (from Don.key Ko.ng 64) - Okay so, lemme call myself out. Past Chibi, who didn't know what vore was at the tender age of 10, had a fascination with the villain of DK64. -And had daydreams of causing trouble with my friends the Kongs only to be captured and eaten by K.Rool as an act of punishment against the Kongs? Didn't know why I liked that thought, but I just- kept coming back to it! Now I know why! Considering how H U G E he is compared to the Kongs in that last boss fight, um... G/t vore? Haha!

Slimes (from Sli.me Ran.cher)- We knew this was coming. Considering the very nature of our ranching-of-slimy-friends game, I couldn't help but think of plenty of pred and prey scenarios. But the best pred scenario I can think of is an inexperienced rancher coming across a gordo slime (which is a ton of slimes congealed into a larger one). Of course they're a dumb-bucket and decide to poke it when their vac-pac doesn't work, which leads to them getting stuck and sucked into the sticky, slimy mess. When they get free somehow, they embarrassingly admit it to another rancher who laughs. "Oh, that happens to everyone once."

TL:DR- Chibi has EXTREME CRUSH on several dapper bears and very clearly has a pred type [taller, larger, and stronger than her].

[huronnade-moved]

      ❛❛ Hey... ❜❜   She isn’t stupid.  She knows better than to stare, but she’s been watching her son push his food around his plate for the better half of ten minutes now.   ❛❛ I know it’s hard for you, but y’need t’eat. ❜❜

       He doesn’t even glance up.  In fact, his shoulders only seem to ride up further, form shrinking uncharacteristically.  Always the type to act unapologetically, it’s incredibly bizarre to see him acting so small--  as if he’d sooner disappear than sit at that table.  With his chin nestled into his palm, eyes downcast but unfocused on the food in front of him, it looks as if he isn’t fit to have a discussion.

                                                                 That’s too bad.  I can’t let you go on like this.

      ❛❛ Alé. ❜❜   That seems to get his attention, golden gaze settling on her tiredly-- as if it had taken all the effort in the world to look at her.  She softens when she sees the bags under his eyes, dark stormy lines that fade into the smooth skin of his cheeks a little like makeup that has run.  Dear Raku, you could fit your wardrobe in those things.  You could pack for college using them.  When did you become so burdened?   ❛❛ ... did y’hear me? ❜❜

      ❛❛ No, sorry.  I was a million miles away. ❜❜   His eyes flit to the side as he watches his mother take a seat beside him.  She pokes one lukewarm potato with an idle finger before sighing softly.  Before she can say anything:   ❛❛ Yeah yeah...  I know.  I’m sorry.  I just ain’t hungry. ❜❜

      ❛❛ You’re never hungry anymore... ❜❜   Clara murmurs, bumping her head lightly against Murr’s.  When he doesn’t move away, she takes that as her cue to nuzzle him gently, one horn curling around the tip of one of his.  Lately, he seems more distant than before;  unwilling to touch as much;  shying away from gentle pats and loving embraces in favour of sitting alone in his room and sleeping.  She’s tried to approach him more times than she can count, but it’s always resulted in the same:  a halfhearted apology and a gentle but firm close of the door in her face.  She wants nothing more than to feel close to him again.  It’s why she takes these rare opportunities with such fervent enthusiasm, even if on the outside she appears calm and serene.   ❛❛ Won’t you at least eat this? ❜❜   she asks, circling a small cluster of potatoes with her index finger.   ❛❛ Y’don’t have t’clear yer plate...  I understand. ❜❜

       With her gentle guidance, Murr manages to clear the designated quota.  Though he does so with an alarming sense of apathy, struggling through every bite, his feeble-hearted mother still considers it a victory.  Adversely, Murr feels sicker than he’s ever felt in his life.

                                                            _____  . ( 🞮 ) .  _____

       He had stumbled downstairs in the dead of night with the intention of eating something.  He’d awoken to a growling so furious that his gut had begun to cramp, stomach spasming and twitching like a clump of wood that was teeming with termites.  With blurred vision and a cloudy feeling in his head, Murr had staggered down the hallway and descended the stairs with quivering legs, almost falling completely down the bottom half, saved only by a haphazard grab of the banister.

       Without much thought, he drags himself to the fridge, all but throwing open the door.  Eggs.  Milk.  Alcohol.  Jam.  That’ll do--

       Bread is slotted into the toaster, and when it springs up minutes later, Murr all but catches it midair, putting it down on a plate and manically spreading butter and jam across the golden-brown surface.

       The first bite is heavenly.  An explosion of flavour sits comfortably on his tongue, replacing the plastic taste in his mouth.  He swallows heartily, thinking that this time will be the exception;  that it’ll be able to convince him that he should eat more, like he always used to when he was a child.  He’d come home with tummyaches from eating too much fruit from the trees;  would eat jam sandwiches until he vomited and wouldn’t even be upset about it;  would sit at the table with his mother and father after helping them cook a large celebratory meal and inhale food like a vacuum.  

                                         But those days are gone, aren’t they?

       He stands there in the kitchen with a half-eaten slice of toast in his hand, appetite diminished to an unpleasant thrum in the background.  The more he thinks that he should eat it, the less hungry he feels.  He thinks himself into this same hole until his vision is blurred with angry, confused tears.  I don’t understand myself.  Why am I like this?  I never used to have trouble with eating and now it’s all that I hate.  When did this change?  When did I change?  When did I stop thinking that I deserved a meal?

       He knows when.  He just doesn’t want to think about it.  Does Kuro think I deserve to eat?

       Irately, Murr swipes his arm over his eyes, ridding them of tears, before he turns and slams the remaining food into the bin.  The flap that shields the kitchen from the smell is forced down so hard that it swings and snaps clean off.  Murr doesn’t think to pick it up, storming from the kitchen in order to get a headstart on his chores for the day.

                                                           _____  . ( 🞮 ) .  _____

      ❛❛ C’mon now, kid.  Keep up. ❜❜

       Despite his insistence, Cliff Murphy knows there is something amiss with his son.  Rather than being rambunctious and constantly cracking jokes, playfully competing with his old man, he’s quiet, almost sullen.  Working hard, no doubt, but lagging behind in a way he often doesn’t.  Though he’d asked if he was sick, Murr had declared with conviction that he wasn’t, that he just wanted to get the job done so that he could go back to bed.  At least go back to something, son.  Don’t just fall away again.

       Their work is hard.  It always has been.  Though The Murphys had been blessed with lucrative land and a wide variety of resources, the effort they put into maintaining their trees and land went without saying.  Had they not, their land would have dried up, and the only thing the trees would be good for was firewood.

       Behind him, he could hear Murr becoming even slower, once steady plods turning into clumsy staggering.

      ❛❛ Hey.  Yer never gonna get the job done at that pace, ❜❜   his father continues as he starts up a lazy slope, trying to make light of his son’s poor mood in an effort to make him laugh, pail full of fruit slung high over his head.  It isn’t the best way to carry something so heavy, but he likes to mix it up.  Doing something the same way every time leads to boredom.  The last thing he needs is for his livelihood to become a chore.   ❛❛ If ya wanna get back into bed so bad, ya should consider movin’ extra fast.  Then ya’ll sleep better too, no? ❜❜

       He loads his bucket into the wagon they’d dragged with them, settling it neatly in place beside the others.  A row of bachis sit like flamboyant buttons, all perfectly aligned.  Cliff’s weathered hands wrap confidently around the rim of an empty container, hauling it over the lip of the wagon and turning back to face his son.

       He turns just in time to see him sway and hit the ground with a dull thud, his body slumping as dead weight against the small hill.  The older man has a moment of silent disbelief, stood frozen in place as if he’d watched his child die, before he springs into action.  The pail is dropped without a second thought, clattering dully against the grass.  He would have done the same had it been full.

      ❛❛ ALÉ! ❜❜   As he drops to his knees beside him, he’s overcome with a relief so poignant he feels he could cry upon seeing his chest moving.  You dropped like you died standing up, Li’l Murph.  I thought, for one dreadful moment, that I’d lost you.  Clutching his boy close, dragging him up from the dirt as if he’d just hauled him out of his coffin, he takes note of how light he is.

                                           Dear Gods, where’s the rest of you?

       Though he tries to wake his son up, he doesn’t respond, thoroughly unconscious.  Cliff wouldn’t be ashamed to admit to anybody that he’d shed a few tears before picking Murr up and carrying him back to the house.  He felt disconcertingly dead, heavy in a spiritual way;  as if his body weighed nothing but his soul was laden with lead.  When he enters with him in his arms, Clara’s face contorts with horror, eyes already filling up with tears despite her not knowing what happened.  Though he assures her that he’s alive, she all but drags him from her husband’s arms and into her own, sinking to the floor with him as if he’d passed away while working, barely resisting the urge to sob.

             ❛❛ Wh-What’s wrong with him, Cliffy...?  What’s wrong with our boy...? ❜❜

       I have an idea.  I just don’t want to think about it. Instead, he helps his wife move him to the couch, and she remains dutifully by his side until he awakens.  Only when she’s settled by Murr’s side does Cliff head out back, hovering by the bins for several minutes before he finally garners the courage to flip the lids open.  Garbage.  Trash.  But their son is smart.  This he knows.  With a grimace, he moves a trash bag and feels his heart sink.  Yesterday’s meal.  Suddenly, the bin feels bottomless, as if he could peel bag after bag away and recover a backlog of all the times that Murr hadn’t fed himself.  He only has the heart to do it one more time, confirming his suspicions about him hiding his discarded portions, before he puts the bag back into place and tries to steady his elevated heartbeat.  How much food have you thrown away?  How did you sneak it past both of us?  How did I not notice?  Dear Gods, I should have noticed that you’re--

                           -- you’re still trying to kill yourself,  aren’t you,  Aléjandro?