New Emeto Fic Generator!

New emeto fic generator!

recently, I’ve been feeling like a lot of my ideas are really stale, so I created an emeto fic generator to give me some ideas! Featuring:

different types of illness

choice of location

choice of receptacle to vomit into

a quote for the sick character to say

(rare) an optional detail

Feel free to create new scenarios with this! Some stuff might not blend well (for example, establishing that a character is on an airplane and then saying that they vomit in the shower, or the fact that a small pool of data means that rare things like appendicitis or morning sickness are over-represented)

I couldn’t have done this alone, of course! Credit to the following posts for use of the quotes in this generator: X, X, X, X

Feel free to message me if you have ideas for anything in the generator! I could always use more inspiration.

things that ~get~ me:

someone having to hide how sick they’re feeling because they’re at work or in public even though all they want is to lie down and have their stomach rubbed

someone who ate something chancy because they were in a hurry and thought it was fine until later on in the day when something begins to feel Very Wrong in their tummy

someone who’s had a stomach ache for a while but has been trying to hide it just unable to take it anymore and turning to their s/o or friend to say, “I don’t feel well,” or “My stomach hurts,” in the hopes they’ll get a belly rub

someone who’s stomach is really tight and bloated with gas and/or food who’s having Difficulties relieving the painful tension

someone whose shirt or pants is uncomfortably tight around their stomach but they can’t do anything about it because they’re not at home so they just sort of shift with discomfort

and then part two of the previous one: getting home and them feeling very relieved when they can finally unbutton their shirt/pants

Belly Noises™

someone arching into the caretaker’s touch when they find that magical spot that feels so nice, letting them know to please keep rubbing there

groans and whimpers of pain and then the ensuing sighs of relief as they’re comforted

One Month to Go! Are you ready!?

Book of Circus / EP 6 / Poor baby Ciel

Autumn/ winter whump aesthetics

Waking up to a half lit room, warm blankets tucked up to their chin

Wind and rain rattling the windows as someone tries in vain to sleep

That first sip of warm, salty broth spooned in with shaky hands

The sharp cheeping of an electronic thermometer while a kettle steams in the background

Someone lying curled into a tight, trembling ball under a heavy quilt, cold light from a snowstorm-drenched world outside, a friend running a hand through their hair and speaking gently to them

The first sound they hear after waking up from a feverish sleep is a crackling fire near them

A pale face with raw, wind-reddened cheeks, a dark bruise under one eye and a split lip

A caretaker tenderly wrapping a whumpee's forehead in bandages to cover a shallow but scarily bloody cut

Someone huddled and shivering against an alleyway wall, knees bloody and a cold forming in their chest, throat burning every time they swallow and worsening as they start to cry silently

Someone found sick and half frozen in the snow, blood staining their jacket

A group or partnership huddled around a fire together, one of them shivering more than usual

Flannels, wool blankets, quilts, wrapped up around a whumpee who can't seem to get warm no matter what

Whumpee coming to half consciousness in another character's arms as they're carried to safety, wrapped in their carrier's coat