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I do not celebrate Christmas, but it is certainly the 25th.

Have a merry Christmas to all of you who do celebrate the holiday.

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Genuinely odd.

Why is Yanagi saying Raiden Shogun voicelines?

“Resistance is futile!”

“Surrender!”

I’m too autistic about Raiden Shogun to be a fan.

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I have acquired beef with Yanagi, for the simple reason she is not Hoshimi Miyabi, the character I want to experience this story as.

Darn you, Yanagi, become Hoshimi Miyabi.

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Shoutout to Hoshino Miyabi for being a good enough unit that I am freed from the Jane Doe shackles.

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Returning to my gachas and seeing the teams full of cutie patooties, this song really does capture that mood.

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Chika seems like an obese disaster, I approve of this.

“Ughh… bghhuUURRRP… nglff…”

Groan, belch, gag, repeat.

Once upon a time Chika would have protested this title, then again, once upon a time Chika knew to stop.

Full was an improper way to describe how overfed she got herself, more junk food than she’d care to admit, enough to feed a classroom or five of hungry teenagers.

But Chika managed to associate her belly’s protests of fullness with hunger, and she associated eating with her libido.

And associating her libido with eating meant that whenever she watched erotica she wanted to eat, and the more erotica the more she wanted to eat.

Being addicted to erotica made her libido haywire, her libido being haywire led her to overeating, overeating led to fullness, the fullness produced digestive sounds, Chika misinterpreted those as hunger pangs, and hunger pangs led her back to erotica.

“Ngh… s-so… bloated… but I need more…” Chika groaned, said groan turning to a dry heave.

Once upon a time Chika would deny being an obese disaster, but once upon a time Chika had an argument.

Nowadays, not so.

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Final campaign started for a long time, I am thoroughly excited, all of my characters are extremely fun.

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@chubbykanmuses

“Could y-you uh… get me medicine… for nausea… stomachache… h-heartburn…”

She then lowered a hand to her enormous, blobby, fattened orb of a belly. “And… b-belly rubs… and snacks, m-more snacks..!”

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@chubbykanmuses

“I… haven’t… bhwhuUURRrrp… done anything tho… b-but eat… a lot…”

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Eating 18 pizzas, 12 doritos bags, 4 pounds of pasta, 20 liters of soda, 10 milkshakes and a dozen pounds of fries in under 2 hours left her with a stomachache.

GRRRGRRRGGGHHERGGGgghrrrll…

Her stomach growled in protest, but she didn’t interpret it this way, and reluctantly opened her delivery app to fulfill false cravings.

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Depression and exhaustion hit.

Thus I must dive into literal hundreds of hours of overly convoluted lore.

Bid me well friends, my brain will melt with space grimdark and cool battle nuns.

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A reminder to all my friends here.

The baseline prerequisite to RP is not caring about cringe.

Please stop tagging your more indulgent ideas as such, we’re all equally nerds who embody fictional characters to get kicks, it devalues your fun, conditions you to see it as taboo, or of low quality.

Remember to have fun above all else.

That is all.

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@chubbykanmuses

“I…e-eat way too much…”

Despite acknowledging that, Chika got up with immense difficulty, and breathlessly moved to the cupboards, emptying bags upon bags of snacks sweet and salty into an enormous bowl.

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@chubbykanmuses

“I-I can do 18… total… and maybe sides… and desserts… and drinks… a-and…..” Chika’s order ballooned into a feast, and she wasn’t even hungry.

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@nevermindtheweights @chubbykanmuses

“T-tomorrow… I go… t-to the buffet…” Chika stammered out, leaning back in her chairs.

“I-it… runs the show… uh… I need… m-more…” She knew it was a bad decision, but she ordered half a dozen pizzas.

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She planned to go walk a little, to exercise… but she only ended up sitting in front of the fridge, emptying it out.

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Chika looked at her floor in dismay, scanning through the sea of shirts that were scattered upon it—none of which—despite her repeated awkward pleads… fit.

Chika was lonely, Chika was depressed, her friends graduated and moved on, and while the remaining members of the literature club were very nice, they didn’t help refill that void.

That void instead was filled quite more literally by two activities, one was a natural evolution of her previous preoccupations, the other was the fault of a certain Anna Yanami.

When Chika confided in Yanagi about her troubles one day, the latter recommended to get something tasty to eat when she felt down—Chika did that—and did that a LOT.

Soon the diminutive girl found herself eating whenever she felt sad, lonely, anxious or angry, and that meant that her entire second year of high school was spent eating copious amounts of junk foods, she averaged 17,000 calories according to Nuku…

And then, came the adult videos, it started off being maybe one or two a day when she was alone—they comforted her—for a bit at least. Then it became ten… then she started going to the school bathroom, seeking the fleeting escapism she was rapidly losing, until she finally bought high quality headphones, acquiring enormous online libraries of erotic audio, and letting it play at all hours of the day, so abundant and so constant she barely registered it now… but without it she felt more stressed and irritable, she could barely function.

Even now—staring blankly at old shirts she long since outgrew—erotica streamed directly into her ears, and a mouthful of chips was pushed past her lips.

After a few more minutes and the whole family bag of chips later, Chika bent down her enormous frame, unleashing a slew of wet greasy belches from the pressure applied to her stomach, before she grabbed an ill fitting black shirt and squeezed into it.

Her belly, tucked into worn down sweatpants, remained exposed to the elements from above her belly button and nearly to her pancake breasts, the armholes stretched so thin they began to rip, and the collar so woefully small for her fattened neck, and completely covered by her thick double chin.

She sighed, distinct from her wheezing, and began waddling towards the front door… Nuku was coming to get her, everyone wanted to visit a museum—and despite her terrible fashion forced by her horrible habits, she knew she won’t be judged.

The thought brought a strained, reluctant smile to her face.