#150lbs in a year and a half

[blueheartedwolf]

I wish I could find a doctor that wants to find out what’s actually wrong with me instead of recommending prescriptions to address the symptoms. I’m so tired of being recommended ibuprofen for debilitating pain. Tired of relaying my medical history to a new doctor and getting the same furrowed brow and shrugging shoulders I get every time. Tired of having so-called medical professionals ask why I need a cane if I’m able to walk down their clinic hallway without it. When will someone fucking help me?

[brains4brawn]

Journalled

It was a small thing, tucked away in the corner of the thrift shop. Victor had pulled it out, but the book was locked and bound in gold and wouldn't open. His mind piqued, Victor bought the book and took it home. Over the next week He tried everything to undo the clasp but nothing worked. When he had just lost hope a tiny but audible Click could be heard, Victor rushed back to find the clasp undone and the bindings slightly ajar.

Victor carefully opened the ancient tome only to find that the pages were stuck. it was like they had been glued! Only the last page remained free. Written towards the top if fancy handwriting

"Write it down so i can enact Be-warned Though, What is written I can not retract!"

Under neath that was 5 evenly spaced lines. and another message at the bottom,

"I only remain open for this 1 day Until 5 complete Earth circle's will I open again"

Looking at the the 3 blank lines, And thinking this must be a joke he wrote

I will graduate from college

My older brother will never pick on me again

Over the next 20 years I will gain 150lbs

As Victor finished the book slammed shut and relocked itself. Scared Victor threw the book into his closet and ran down stairs.

That night his family recieved word that Victor's older brother was in a bad car crash. He was alive but in the ICU and had lost his legs. Certainly the taller brother would never pick on the shorter Victor again.

The crash had been the fault of the manufacturer so the family received and huge settlement. This money paid for Victor's choice of college.

Two years later, when Victor was home from college for the summer and his mother commented that he was finally starting to get bigger.

The 20 Year old checked the scale and sure enough he weighed 140, 15lbs heaver then when he was 18. Victor knew it had to be the book.

Victor: 22, 155lbs

The College graduate was now 23 and moving all of his stuff from his half of the bedroom to his first apartment when he stumbled across the book. Looking at the date on the wall Victor realized it was exactly 5 years since he had last seen the cursed object. As if it had a mind of its own the book opened to the last page, now with three new empty lines waiting to be filled.

Victor hesitated, he had imagined for the last 5 years what he'd do if he had this chance again. He could fix everything!

My older brother James develops a prosthesis so he can walk and run again.

My younger sisters will grow into smart talented women who will want for nothing.

Looking at his tiny 15 year old brother Bastion asleep on the bed Victor writes:

Bastion will grow up to be the popular jock just like his older brother.

Satisfied, the book shuts itself and prepares to grant Victor's wish.

Victor 24, 170lbs

For the most part the Wishes went like Victor planned. Well except for Bastion's. In the proceeding months after writing those words Victor found himself becoming more popular and Jock-like. Words like Bro or Bruh, dude, man, had taken over. He joined a gym and from there joined some local sports teams. When he wasn't busy at work or working out Victor could be found screwing every chick he could find. No girl was immune to his baby faced charms and his Gym sculpted body.

Victor 26 185lbs

Victor 28 200lbs

Victor practically lives in the Gym now. His gains speak for themselves his body is a temple and he loves for chicks to worship him. His younger sisters call him a man whore, while Bastion is turning out just like him.

His girlfriend of 6 months broke up with him cause she caught him in bed with her mother.

Looking in his closet he stumbles over the Book, open and waiting for him to write something down.

In his jealousy of those gay guys who can sleep with anyone he wrote:

I'm like 100% gay, no chicks only dicks.

I wont get any STD's from sex.

Sex with me will change anyone's life.

Again the book closes and gets to work.

Victor 30, 215lbs

Vic the dick had been out for 2 years now, the book took the man whore and turned him into a man slut. Everyone wanted a piece of him and at least Vic was smart enough to charge them for his services. Every option on the table is open he'd do any guy and make them feel like his number1. Every guy he slept with changed, most upped their stamina but some hunked out into gay sluts just like Vic.

Hell even Bastion had come out and if the rumors are true he's slept with every guy at his college.

Vic 32 230lbs

Vic was becoming something of a local celebrity in the gay community. His looks had caught the eye of a movie producer and now he was staring in low budget action movies as the gay savior. He had been so busy that he wasn't home for his 33rd birthday. Some how the book found him on location in the bottom of his travel bag.

Vic watched as it opened up to the last page with 3 empty spaces.

He took his time and pondered over what he should write.

I want to find true love

I want to be content

I want to be smart again

The book seemed to close with a sigh. None of these were worth the trouble of granting. But a deal is a deal.

Vic 34, 245lbs

Vic, 38, 275lbs

Finally after 20 years, Vic had stopped growing. Life had settled down for the Gay icon, nowadays, he owned a successful chain of LGBTQIA Gyms that catered towards the community needs. He organized Pride events and helped with protests when needed. He looked at the open book on his desk. It was tempting but Vic no longer wanted to change anything about his life. Even though he had never found a lifelong partner.

He decided he had held on to the magic for to long, so he summoned his newest intern Jack and gave the book to him then let him leave so he could explore this newest acquisition.

*bright flash of Light*

The intercom beeps and Vic pushes the button.

"Sir your husband just arrived to collect you. He wants to remind you that you still have to pick up the kids and get changed for tonights ceremony"

Before he could even answer the door burst open and Vic's husband of 7 years strolled in. Vic was already out of his chair and giving Jack a pec on the cheek while grabbing his toned ass.

On his way out Vic glanced at the family photo on his desk and gave a silent thanks to the book.

[deadmandead10845]

This is Brandon. Brandon is a 2L (second year) student at a top tier law school. He is a very hard worker putting himself through law school alone. He survives off a diet of ramen and similar cheap foods and hardly gets enough of it. He weighs just 150lbs. He just scored an offer from a big law firm which means he gets to spend his summer between 2L and 3L as a summer associate at lawyer salary. He can’t wait to have enough money to survive.

After spending a summer with money, Brandon learned how much he loved fine cuisines and eating out. He was at cocktail parties and drinking and eating a lot too. He was shocked to see on the scale that he gained 60lbs from May to September. Ultimately he felt defeated as he had no time to work out and lose weight as a 3L law student. He grew a patchy beard to try to cover his double chin, but everyone knew that he got porky.

Throughout his last year as a student, he kept up the eating and burned through the money he saved during the summer. After graduating, he started work at the firm but couldn’t wait to get his first paycheck. He was in no position to buy a new suit and it stopped fitting him. He knew that there was no chance the coat would button. Brandon wasn’t shocked this time when he stepped on the scale and saw 270lbs. He knew he’d been eating and he had no time to burn it off. He thought now that he was graduated he would have the time. He was so wrong.

Brandon was working 70-80 hour weeks coming home exhausted and often ordered takeout to the firm’s office. Within just a few months he had crossed 300lbs. He had never had access to so much money or food especially with the last 3 years being borderline starving on 79 cent ramen cups from the campus vending machines. It was impossible to resist grabbing a bite when he could.

Before he knew it, Brandon had already outgrown all of his new suits. All of the other associates had put on a few pounds too and Brandon kept telling himself it was the same thing. The difference was the associates were maybe 20lbs heavier and had dad bods, and he was nearly 80lbs heavier coming close to 360lbs. He had never been heavier in his life and had never dreamed of being half the size he was. He was out of control. Not even 2 years ago, he was just under 200lbs.

It felt like everyday that Brandon would rip something, pop a button, or knock something over with his immense size and girth. He was getting really self conscious of his weight until one of the paralegals took a liking to him. At this point, Brandon was 32, single, unhappy with his body, well over 400lbs, and spending most of his life in the office. Brandon thought the paralegal was joking when he called him handsome. After whittling away at Brandon, he finally asked him out and they became boyfriends. His name was James.

Brandon knew something was up with him because whenever they were intimate, James would play with his belly and comment on his size. He would even dress up in Brandon’s massive suits and pants. It wasn’t until Brandon’s 33rd birthday when James brought a family sized cake to his apartment. Brandon thought maybe this was a surprise party and his friends were hiding in the other room, but James brought it with the intention to feed it all to him. Every time Brandon would eat a slice, James would spend a few seconds sucking him 0ff, but when he got somewhat close, would stop and wait until Brandon ate another slice. After two tiring hours, Brandon had finished the entire cake and finished HARD into James. Brandon spent the entire week thinking about how hot that interaction was and asked James to do it again.

Within weeks, this became the normal and Brandon and James had introduced food into their nightly routine and consequently Brandon began to pile on the pounds. This headshot of him at 450lbs was probably the last time he was able to close a suit around his girth. Now that James was appreciating him for his size, he didn’t hate how he looked anymore and embraced that he was the big guy in the firm. The other associates couldn’t recognize him from when he started working there.

Brandon and James have been dating for a few years now, and Brandon’s belly really showed for it. He was just over 520lbs and he loved it. He had to get a second seat on the plane when he traveled for work, learned the tricks to how to get a meal expensed and would get massive amounts of food expensed so he could outgrow his next suit. He looked forward to outgrowing clothes thanks to James.

At 38, Brandon made partner. He was at his heaviest as always but he was really struggling to stay mobile. Brandon was tipping scales at 660lbs and still happy with James. They were now engaged to be married and planning a wedding.

[multidimensionalbedandbreakfast]

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Welcome to the Forest

Nestled into a grove in a verdant forest, itself the heart of an inter-dimensional nexus, sits an idyllic cottage. This is the Sojourn’s Rest, an establishment that patronizes those who are passing between dimensions, putting them up for a night, as well as providing refuge for those that has become lost in the Forest. Smoke drifts up from the stone chimney, and a warm light emanates from the windows, inviting you to come inside, to mingle with whomever may be inside, and to rest…

…Or, you could ignore it, and press on through the forest, in search of the portal which will bring you to your destined dimension. Just don’t get lost~

Guest Book bellow~

(Pictures of guests may be outdated!!! So hard to find film in the Forest!!!)

Residents of The Sojourner’s Rest

[A picture of an adorable woman is pinned here. Her vibrant red hair is luscious and long, flowing freely down her back to her waist. Her emerald eyes shine with enthusiasm, and a bright smile dimples full, lightly freckled cheeks.]

Lucy Loveless

110lbs., 5’4”, ?? y.o.

Human B&B Proprietress

Ayyy, lmao, it me, ya gurl! (I miss the internet so much). I figure if I’m going to take down information about my guests, it’s only fair I do the same for myself. I run the Sojourner’s Rest — which is actually my second, and much more successful B&B. I’ve just always liked taking care of other people, so this just seems like the job for me! I’m not exactly sure how I got here, or how long I’ve been here, but even if I could get home somehow, I don’t think I would go. I’m much happier here, and it’s not like there was anyone who’d miss me.

Guests from Faerûn

Lae’zel

180lbs., 6’1”, 20 y.o.

Githyanki LV 12 Battle Master Fighter

Str: 20, Dex: 14, Con: 16, Int: 8, Wis: 12, Cha: 8

This one scares me… always hissing, always making noises that feel like swears… It’s like living with cat that hates you. A mean, hissing cat you really want to rub the belly of but it won’t let you. But instead of a cat, it’s a muscly frog lady, and instead of getting scratched by claws, you get run through by a giant silver sword. So, you know, it’s risk versus reward.

Shadowheart

150lbs., 5’6”, 40 y.o.

High Half-Elf LV 12 Light Domain Cleric of Selûne

Str: 12, Dex: 18, Con: 14, Int: 10, Wis: 20, Cha: 10

In the name of the Moon, she will punish you! Haha! Uh… Anyway, she really likes the whole ambiance of the cottage, she’s especially fond of the flower garden. She has a love for life I’ve seen before; the kind you only develop after years of not living.

Karlach Cliffgate

230lbs., 6’1”, 30 y.o.

Zariel Tiefling LV 8 Oath of Vengeance Paladin LV 4 Battle Master Fighter

Str: 18, Dex: 10, Con: 14, Int: 8, Wis: 10, Cha: 18

She’s like a big teddy bear! A big, muscly, flaming teddy bear. And I don’t mean flaming as in, flamboyantly homosexual. (Although, c’mon, look at her) She’s literally flaming, there are little holes in her that fire comes out of, and her hair is also kind of fire? And not like, as in really cool and awesome. (Although, c’mon, look at her). It like, glows and is hot, but it doesn’t burn up. That all said, she’s a big sweetie who I bet is great for cuddling on a cold night~

Minthara Baenre

170lbs., 5’7”, 100 y.o.

Lolth-Sworn Drow LV 5 Assassin Rogue LV 7 Gloomstalker Ranger

Str: 8, Dex: 18, Con: 14, Int: 12, Wis: 12, Cha: 14

I don’t understand how a person can just be mean. I get some people are mean, but to just be mean? Nothing else, and for no reason? I can’t imagine how a person ends up that way. She’s rude to the other guests, so full of herself, and gets violent at the drop of a hat. She is — and I never thought I would say this about a person — totally beyond any kind of redemption. And I want her to spit on me.

Leslie Applebottom/‘Lez’

40lbs., 3’0”, 34 y.o.

Lightfoot Halfing College of Lore Bard

Str: 8, Dex: 16, Con: 8, Int: 14, Wis: 12, Cha: 20

I never thought someone so small could be so intimidating… and I never thought someone so intimidating could be such a sweetie! Always in a chipper mood, compliments my cooking, offers to help out around the cottage (she’s very handy!), even plays music for free! She seems to be the one who resolves any conflict among her friends, using her words to make sure things don’t come to blows, but she’s not afraid to use her aforementioned intimidating presence to solve problems as well! Seducing them to make them docile also doesn’t seem to be off the table…

Dame Cynthia Hale

180lbs., 6’, 30 y.o.

Human LV 12 Oath of Ancients Paladin Zariel Tiefling LV 5 Fiend Warlock LV 7 Broken Oath Paladin

Str: 8, Dex: 8, Con: 16, Int: 14, Wis: 12, Cha: 20

Dame Cynthia may just be one of the most polite guests I’ve ever had! So gallant and chivalrous, and dashing in that shiny heavy armor~ I guess I should expect nothing less from such a pious and selfless knight! A hero using her own body as a shield for the innocent! …Of course, Humans don’t have horns and tails, and Paladins don’t smell of sulfur, yet she wants me to believe that’s what she is? I’m not that naïve. I would not recommend bringing it up to her, though. She crushed a mug with her bare hand when I did, and she likes me!

Goodberry

135lbs, 6’2”, 269 y.o.

Wood Elf LV 12 Circle of the Moon Druid

Str:8, Dex: 14, Con: 16, Int: 8, Wis: 20, Cha: 12

Now this is a tricky one to keep track of! She’s a cat as often as she is an Elf, and a bear twice as often as that! When I asked her about her name, she said that she changed her name when she changed her real body’s look, and I guess if you can change your body as easily as you can change your name, why wouldn’t you? I would give myself extra arms to clean better… She’s a good guest, very mellow and good spirited, and would be a pleasure to be around if it weren’t for her… well, smell. It’s funny, of all the animals I’ve seen her turn into, a skunk is not one of them, but I always smell one when she’s around…

Maddison Murphy/‘Paunch Drunk Murphy’

200lbs., 5’7”, 42 y.o.

Human LV 8 Way of the Open Fist Monk, LV 4 Thief Rogue

Str: 8, Dex: 20, Con: 16, Int: 8, Wis: 16, Cha: 10

So, I think she used to be called ‘Punch Drunk Murphy’, being that fighting drunk was her whole thing, but the ‘a’ got added when she developed a, well, paunch from all her drinking. Not much has changed there, though now she relies on throwing her weight around rather than using any strength, and nobody can hit her because she wobbles around so much. She’s… boisterous, let’s say. And very fond of her drink, obviously. I’d prefer it if she were less rowdy, but she’s not technically breaking any rules, so I can’t really do anything about it… Hard to believe she’s technically the oldest of her party. And a mother!

Talica Dahlmass

140lbs., 5’6”, 47 y.o.

Drow Half-Elf Necromancy Wizard

Str: 8, Dex: 16, Con: 14, Int: 20, Wis: 10, Cha: 10

She’s the most level-headed and calm of her friends, and honestly? That makes her the scariest. She’s cold. Calculating. Charming Conniving. She knows what it takes to get what she wants, and she’s willing to do it. If helping will get her what she wants, she’ll help. If hurting advances her goals, she’ll hurt. It makes no difference to her. That kind of raw, self serving ambition never leads anywhere good. And everywhere she goes, an aura of death hangs over her… I swear I smell rot on her as well…

Cirice

150lbs., 5’8”, 22 y.o.

High Half-Elf Wild Magic Sorcerer

Str: 8, Dex: 14, Con: 16, Int: 10, Wis: 10, Cha: 20

Definitely the most… unpredictable guest I’ve ever had. It’s almost like she doesn’t think about what she does, she just acts on impulse. That has to be it; I can’t think of a rational explanation for half the thing she does. One minute she’s cleaning her clothes, the next she’s setting them on fire. One minute she’s beating someone within an inch of their life, the next she’s kissing them (although that seems to be the common theme for this bunch). One minute, there’s light and life in her eyes, the next… someone else is in there…

Grymglain Stoneflow

200lbs., 4’4, 44 y.o.

Deurgar LV 12 Berserker Barbarian

Str: 20, Dex: 16, Con: 16, Int: 8, Wis: 10, Cha: 8

She won’t come inside the cottage. Instead she sets up a tent outside whenever her group comes to visit. I respect a person who feels at home in the wild, forgoing the comforts and stresses of modern living in favor of a life in oneness with nature. And I’m especially impressed she hasn’t been claimed by the Forest. I just wish she wouldn’t ‘forage’ in my garden. At least she shares the meat from her hunting, but I bet it’s only because she thinks I’m a better cook than her…

Hidi Goldseeker/Hide ’n Seek

40lbs., 3’4, 33 y.o.

Deep Gnome LV 7 Thief Rogue LV 5 Champion Fighter

Str: 9, Dex: 20, Con: 16, Int: 12, Wis: 10, Cha: 12

HIDI IS A MEAN STINKY THIEF WHO STOLE MY FAVORITE SET OF SILVERWARE! THAT’S RIGHT, HIDI! I KNOW IT WAS YOU, AND I KNOW YOU’RE READING THIS! YOUR LITTLE GOODY GOODY ACT DOESN’T FOOL ME! I’M BUSTING OUT MY JUNIOR DETECTIVE KIT, AND AS SOON AS I HAVE EVIDENCE, I’M SENDING YOU TO THE SHADOW REALM!

[bloodanddiscoballs]

Meet my 3rd Disco Elysium OC: Danny the Entroponeticist aka a Pale Scientist

Name: Daniel Arden Naveen

Nickname: Danny

Age: 33

Gender: Male (Trans)

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 150lbs

Race: Semenese

Danny grew up in Oranje as an only child to a single immigrant mother. He grew up poor, his mother working as a house cleaner for the wealthy homes in the nice neighborhoods and singing at night for some extra cash. Danny's father had been a Paledriver, but never came home after a trip, leaving his mother and Danny alone. From a young age, Danny was a curious child, always wanting to know how things worked and constantly on the move poking his nose into things he shouldn't. He because fascinated by the Pale from the time the basics were taught in elementary school. Danny would fantasize about traveling the Pale, hanging around the loading stations down by the ports for a chance to speak with the drivers and watch the Coalition airships take off. In high school, he ran track and field, seeing it as a way to help train his body and get fit for the goal of traversing the Pale. He had a high school physics teacher who took a shine to him, feeding his hunger for knowledge by getting him access to any and all books he could, and mentoring him one on one. At the age of 17, Danny built his own version of a Pale Latitude Compressor as well as his own suit using scrap from a friend in the autoshop class and old radios he had thrifted. He borrowed an old row boat from a friend of his father's and set out to the part of the Pale that hung off the coast, eating away at the sea ice. He completed 4 successful trips into the Pale, but his Compressor failed him on the 5th attempt. When he didn't come home, his mother contacted the Coalition Guard and, after a few hours, they located him and took him in to be questioned. Danny spent the entire night and half of the next day being questioned and evaluated before he was offered a scholarship to the University in Graad, making him one of the younger applicants of the Entroponetics program. At 21 years old, Danny graduated with his doctorate and has worked as an Entroponeticist for the last 12 years.

Most of what Danny does is the experimentation that others will not do; the dangerous acts that put one smack dab in the middle of the fray in order to know if something will work or not. He tests the updates to the equipment, proves or disproves theories, and pushes past the limits in order to see what is on the other side. It has earned him some scars, the strange swirls on the back of his hands from when a suit failed and began to be eaten by the Pale. It's also earned him quite the reputation, being cited in over 200 studies over the past 12 years as well as being published on his own three times.

Danny is constantly bouncing from Isola to Isola, never in one place longer than a few months. As a result, he was single for most of his life, not bothering to worry about anything other than his job. He finds people confusing, always feeling like he doesn't know the rules of social interactions. Danny wishes that people would just say what they mean instead of dancing around everything. As a result, he is rather to the point, and though certainly not rude, he does often hear this behavior can be rather jarring to those who aren't expecting him to be so honest. When he gives you his attention, he gives you all of it, which can feel a little intense sometimes. Danny is an incredibly bubbly person, easily excitable and almost always smiling, even when he is working on a problem. Making friends is rather easy for him, though he always seems to keep people at arm's length.

Aside from his experimentations, Danny is part of the division of scientists who investigates isolary entroponetics: the idea of the Pale being able to form from inside an Isola. It is part of why he is constantly on the move, though Revachol is often on his list. He has bounced in and out of Jamrock over the last 12 years after earning his degree. It was on one of these trips that he first met Jean Vicquemare ten years prior. It was a brief meeting, one that Jean remembered but that Danny had forgotten due to other major things that had happened at the same time. Their first meeting had been rather poor, Jean mistook Danny for a criminal; as a Junior Officer at the time, Jean went undercover at a gay bar in order to flirt with the young scientist. Danny had already been teetering on the edge of giving up on dating, so when a young Jean had made a fool out of him and grilled him for information, it was the switch that Danny needed to simply shut off that part of his life for good. The two men ended up meeting ten years later when Danny had been called by Trant in order to come on as a secondary Special Consultant, Danny already having been in town to investigate the Dolorian Church of Humanity. Danny didn't remember Jean, but Jean certainly remembered him, feeling guilty over his behavior all those years later.

Ultimately, the two men end up pursuing a relationship and Danny laughs about the situation, releasing Jean from his guilt. They complement one another well; Danny's bright and happy nature with Jean's sarcastic biting own. They work well, Jean needing the honesty that Danny provides and Danny very much appreciating Jean not allowing Danny to shrug off being cared for. There are some ways in which their relationship might now be "healthy", but it works for them; Danny loving when Jean gets possessive and Jean finding Danny's petty streak very flattering. The depression that Jean deals with and how he deals with it- pushing people away- does clash with Danny's fear of rejection, but they find a way to make it work. It helps that both men are fiercely loyal, those feelings driving them to the extreme when either is at risk. Both have helped the other come out of their shell in different ways, finding comfort and safety in one another even with everything else strives to be chaotic.

Danny is trans and began testosterone at 18. That is also when he got his top surgery, though he got his tubes tied at 21 as a "graduation gift" to himself. His mother was not supportive, being incredibly religious, and when she died when Danny was 23, they hadn't been speaking. It is one of his biggest regrets and is part of why he shut himself off to the world. He is not religious but he was raised in Dolorianism as a child.

[quinloki]

I've made a lot of progress in physical therapy. I can ride a bike again! Not for very long, but I can do it!

\o/ rock on! That’s fantastic!

Everything starts somewhere =3 and I’m glad you’re seeing progress \o/ the pandemic wore me down and I lost a lot of stamina and gained a lot of weight and I’m slowly getting my strength back.

I got to the top of the hill on my block a week ago and I had scold myself cause I was really bittersweet about it. Like I used to bench 150lbs and I’m celebrating half a block up a hill.

But that was loads better than I’d been for two years and it was GOOD.

And fuck yeah, you’re back on that bike and you’re gonna keep improving even if you have some set backs you’ll get there!! Keep it up \o/

Brag For Me

[yourfatpiggygf]

Hi everyone,

Ella, F19

Im the sorority girl who blew up 🥵

So I recently discovered I was a feedee through my humiliation kink. I wasn't very skinny but small enough to not be considered fat. I've always had strange eating habits but I've always played sports so I've never gotten past 160.

When i started school in September I was around 150lbs and I joined a sorority. I was really set on meeting cute guys and sororities tend to party a lot with other frats so it was super easy to meet people.

Needless to say, we drink a lot and my roommate has seen my 3am food binges after I drink and told me I would get fat if I kept eating this way.

It kind of made me blush a bit but I didn't think much of it and brushed her off. Welp, she was right. The first 20 pounds came within a month and a half and it was so quick that I couldn't really hide it. Was constantly bloated from the alcohol and the stress of school made me REALLY not wanna cook so I only ate out.

It was so embarrassing because it was obvious that my clothes were super tight on me and this cute guy I met even stopped talking to me.

2 months later I gained another 15 pounds so it was official, I went from a round bloated queen to actually chubby. My roommate even commented on it at some point and the few sisters from my sorority I'm actually friends with have told me that the other girls talk a lot about the weight I put on so quickly and the frat boys tease a guy I hooked up with when school started because of my "blow up." They are also kind of chubby, but at this point I had gotten cubbier than them.

That moment combined with my humiliation kink just sent me into overdrive. That night I made myself cum harder than I ever have and knew I was going to keep going.

When I got home for winter break I was a chubby 185 and when I got back to school I was another obvious 20 pounds bigger, bringing me up to 55 pounds gained from the end of August to December. So my family watched me leave skinny, come back fat, and then leave even fatter than I was when I got there..

When I got back to school there were actually a couple girls who asked if I was supposed to be at our sorority meeting. It turns out they didn't recognize me and even my student ID shows a much skinnier version of my face. At this point I had a double-chin, my boobs were stretching my shirt, and my pants definitely didn't look like they were meant to be sat in.

I ended up ballooning as the year went and by the time I left school in May I had gained another 40 pounds. Since then I've gained around 15 more pounds.

[hunger-painsxo]

26/11

My gf got us pizza last night..I didn't finish mine, I felt so sick coz thats the most I've probably eaten in 2 and a half weeks.

Also realised I've lost 10lbs within that time too which is wild to me. I wanna try and loose 8 more before Christmas so I can start the year on 150lbs. I think its do-able within 4 weeks but we'll see what fuck-shit gets thrown my way:')

[sarcasticdolphin]

So. Todolf daemon au fic. Suffice it to say today I got to re-learn a lesson on what happens when I try to write without a proper outline/concrete idea of form. That is, I get absolutely nowhere.

Form: Two chapters. One from Sisi’s perspective told in the style of Taaffe’s addendum - that is, Sisi tells us what happened to her and what she thinks happened to Rudolf in flashback while she is storming down to the underworld on the one-year anniversary of Rudolf’s death. The second part of the chapter is her confrontation with Rudolf and Tod. The second chapter is Rudolf’s perspective on his relationship with Tod. Hopefully, he doesn’t decide to be quite as wordy as he was in the last chapter of Chimes (if he does I’m splitting the chapter. 9k words in one day was exceedingly unpleasant). 

Outline (Sisi):

- First time seeing Tod’s panther. Sisi saw him at 15 after her fall. Sisi thinks Rudolf first would have seen him around the same age but doesn’t know of a particular incident. Muses on him being ill or perhaps the death of a servant.

- Tod’s panther starts following them around. This happens for Sisi at 19. Sisi knows this happened for Rudolf around 15. 

- First time Tod calls them to his bed. This happens to Sisi a month or so after the panther starts following her around. Sisi knows the first time Rudolf was missing from his bed at night was when he was 18.

- First time with Tod. Sisi did not enjoy it. Sisi assumes Rudolf’s first time was much the same as hers. *Both of these are consensual* (as much as they can be - Tod is a god and they are mortals. Sisi certainly doesn’t think she had the option to say no. Culturally this is seen as a massive honor.)

- Relationship progression - Sisi’s health declined and she was always drained, even though Tod was only calling her to his bed once a month or so. Based on when Rudolf sleeps in his quarters Sisi knows that Tod is calling for Rudolf quite a bit more often, but Rudolf if anything looks healthier and is generally doing better in life. A somewhat strange religious comparison also happens here.

- Tod’s reaction to them with others. More pregnancy musings on Sisi’s part vs Tod’s panther ending Rudolf’s betrothed.

- Last time with Tod - Sisi’s was when she was 20 and pregnant. NB: with baby Rudolf. Yes, I adjusted when she was in Tod’s bed to make this happen. It is intended to be uncomfortable. FJ is most certainly Rudolf’s father. Sisi is aware that Rudolf is still in Tod’s bed when he died at 25.

- Arrives to find Rudolf reading with a panther that he is giving scratches to sprawled across his lap. Tries to get Rudolf to leave but is rebuffed. Hears growling and sees two daemons in the doorway. Turns back and it is Tod sprawled across Rudolf’s lap. He basically tells her to f*ck off and kicks her back to the land of the living.

Outline (Rudolf):

- Glimpses of the panther as far back as her can remember.

- Panther following him around starting around 15.

- Yearly or so glimpses into his relationship with a) his own daemon b) Tod’s daemon, and c) Tod. this should end up being 10 vignettes (16-25)

- Rudolf’s death (I’m still debating the exact method, but it will be suicide on an altar to Tod).

- Vignette for his year in the underworld

- Sisi storming in from his perspective.

Random things:

I’m going to be using a generic pantheon somewhat similar to the seven from asoiaf - mostly in that a) there are other gods that people pray to and b) no one except rebellious teenagers is usually going to be worshiping the god of death and religious folk think it is lowkey kinda sacrilege to do so.

Tod’s daemon is a large male black jaguar (8.5ft/2.6m long with tail, 300lbs/136kgs). Rudolf’s relatively early is has settled to only switching between a female black jaguar (7.5/2.3m long with tail, 150lbs/68kgs) and a black lark. It finally does settle on the jaguar. Sisi’s daemon is a great black-backed gull (wingspan of over a meter and a half, weighs about 2kgs - this is a big bird).

So when is this getting written? Hopefully chapter 1 on Sunday (maybe). Chapter 1 of Killing FJ from mirrorverse is kinda still first in line for writing so ... who knows. I may need to sit on this another week.

[nooneandeveryone]

I talked about this on discord a bit.

I really didn't realize how much two events shaped me until last night.

The first event happened before I was born. My mom was in college, she was kidnapped at gun point. She was able to get out of the situation by lying her ass off. She straight up manipulated the guy into letting her go. She told me a heavily edited version of the story when I was a kid to explain lying is allowed if you're in danger. I left out a lot just now too. The important bit is she survived.

The second event happened when I was about 11 or 12. Pretty sure I was 12. We lived out in the country with a quarter of a mile (that's just under a kilometer) long driveway. I got dropped off by the bus at the end of it and would walk up it.

One day, a car shadowed me. Slowly drove up the driveway. I was half way up it. All the alarm bells went off. I kept going, pretending I didn't notice. While drifting into the center of the driveway to block the path. They yelled out to me. Asking the kind of questions you don't ask a child. Is that car for sale? Is someone home?

I lied about everything and did not get close to their car. Then I sprinted off to the house and immediately let my 150lb dog loose. Sirius, the half malamute who hated strange men and racoons. He stood on the porch and did his moo-like growl at the car.

The car backed out of the driveway and I called my mom at work.

The truth was, I was home alone aside from two dogs and a bunch of cats.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with the dogs. Sirius and Ghost. Ghost was a blind Weimaraner who looked super scary because of cataracts.

I don't think it was a coincidence my dad taught me gun safety and how to shoot that same year. Also how to drive. I would also go to his house, which was closer to the school, instead of my mom's.

I would practice hiding. I kept my softball bat ready. I built this little platform in the tree by the front door. I could see the entire driveway and two main roads. I would go up there if I felt anxious. I would wander in the woods behind the house either with Sirius or a small train of cats.

I accidentally snuck up on a deer and we scared the shit out of each other. Like I got two feet away before we saw each other.

The somewhat funny thing is... I don't get PTSD from that incident anymore.

But you know what still gives me PTSD?? Kindergarten. That fucking bitch of a teacher. I hope she rots in hell. And may every god ever bless the ADA for saving me.

[ellerie-lee]

All I wanna do is talk about Leonidas all day but I have to be a normal person >:(

-Physically in his late 30s (37-ish?) but I keep bumping this back— he could be pushing 40s honestly. Actually 255 and doesn’t age. -really smart but also very very ditzy

-has Raynaud’s and Marfan Syndrome (lips/toes/fingers are cold/turn blue easily d/t genetics and connective tissue disorder that causes ppl to be really tall)

-with his 2 ahoge he’s 6’7”, without he’s 6’4” , weighs maybe 145-150lbs

-fucking loves sugary coffee and desserts

-technically has a doctorate in medicine but it’s from 1880-something so ???

-mentally stuck in the 60s-70s. Considers it the best era for fashion/music—but not for food. He prefers modern food (especially junk food)

-bi/pan but too dense to realize ppl wanna fuck him

-charisma powerhouse and very outgoing but also an introvert that gets exhausted from socializing and needs a lot of time to recover

-the overt charisma is probably a cover-up for his insecurity

-is the more responsible one (but that’s not saying a ton…)

-very much a stoner in the 60s-70s, stopped as he grew more detached from the world and became more introverted. Still has plants he tends to tho. Will smoke with Ruby occasionally.

-Very well meaning and has a good heart but finds his exuberance and obsessiveness over details often hinders goals and makes things worse

-also very much a caregiver, but again struggles with overdoing things and complicating them.

-perky and positive!!! Except when something goes wrong, then he wears his heart on his sleeve and cries. A lot. Rarely ever shows anger or frustration (it usually bubbles over into tears anyways)

-experiments on himself. Of course. He’s gotta know why he’s living so fucking long and not aging. -his favorite color is yellow

-his favorite song is “love the one you’re with” by the Isley Brothers

-probably was present at the first sci-fi/comic conventions

-read every single one of the Star Wars extended universe books plus any pulpy sci-fi books he got his hands on

-fine at cooking, better at gardening than you’d expect

-hates having his head touched but likes having his hair short, so 99% of the time his hair is this awkward shaggy cut with 2 cowlicks poking out where he either half cut it and gave up, or he’s overdue for another cut and putting it off. Sometimes puts it up in a low ponytail or clip

-big time cuddler. Starved for affection (like 200 years starved).

-overfunctioner that overthinks for other peoples’ sake, even to his own detriment or it becomes illogical (ie “oh I think I’m in love with him but if I tell him he’ll feel obligated to reciprocate and I don’t want to put that on him, he’s already been through a lot. I won’t say anything and wait for him to approach me, and if anything just be a good friend!!! *cries*” or “If I help her with her groceries she’ll feel the need to thank me or compensate me in some way and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Besides, I don’t want her to think I don’t think she’s capable!”)

-loves with his whole heart and honestly probably lets people in too easily. He gets hurt a lot :(

I’m in love with him your honor he’s everything to me he was my best friend when I was a lonely kid and he’s still my bby man!!!!

ok thanks bye!!!!

[deadandgaysetanta]

Setanta Wintertide

Okay so I've decided to finally make a post dedicated to my OC/dnd character Setanta. I did not name myself after him, I just named him after me. Because why not.

Setanta is 23 years old, 5'10, and roughly 150lbs. He is a satyr. (technically a faun, because he is half deer instead of half goat). He's a bard. He plays many instruments, but mainly the guitar, mandolin, lute, pan flute, and violin. He carries two hooked swords (sickles, technically) which he dual-wields during hand-to-hand combat. As a bard he is a spellcaster, and his specialty is "bitch booms." Spells such as vicious mockery, earth tremor, shatter, thunderclap, and thunderwave. (he calls them bitch booms because they go boom). (vicious mockery is the odd one out there, but its on the list because he uses the spell and shouts "BITCH" and it does damage). He's pansexual and they/he. He bangs so many people it's honestly not even funny anymore. Here's some pictures of him:

He's my boy and I love him deerly. (heh see what i did there? cuz hes a deer?)

[lady-cayleen]

Cay's "Cheese Sheet" : Pt. 1 - Basics, Physical Appearance, Communication, Health, Everyday Behavior, And Family

contemplatingcheese’s Very Long

Character Chart

Directions: Fill in the blank cells with information regarding your character. If there are s, fill in as many as necessary by copying and pasting one of these: If there seems to be more categories necessary, add more in the appropriate category. Be as specific as possible!!

For helpful descriptive advice, go to this link.

Character’s Full Name: Lady Cayleen Hartwell

Story in which they appear: WoW since World of Warcraft: Shadowlands

First of all…Basic Statistics

Name origin: Gilnean (English and Irish)

Name meaning: Pure Stag’s Spring

Nickname(s): Cay

Nickname Origin: shortening

Do they like the nickname? sure

Gender: Female

Age: 19 

Birth date: 11/12/(21)

Place of birth: Gilneas

Race/Ethnic Background: Cursed (Worgen) Gilnean and South Islander

Sexuality (include romantic orientation): Heterosexual/romantic

Gotta have that Physical Appearance

Height: 5’8/9”

Weight: 150lb

Skin Color: Biracial

Eye color: Dark Brown

Hair color: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Kinky-curled bun or affro

Hair texture: thick, kinky curls, 3a

Facial Hair: none…half the time

Face shape: Oval 

Features: has a vicious scar that spans her left foot and ankle

Explain: from a worgen bite

Nose shape: Button or Straight?

Lip shape: Wide

Look-alikes: Madeleine Mantock, Danielle Herringtim

Smile: wide, bright, cheeky

Body type: slim hourglass, Athletic 

Explain: naturally long-legged and being a worgen, Cayleen has been given a physique suited to prolonged physical exertion, particularly running.  

Makeup? Heavy smokey eyes, dark contouring, warm lip stain

Left/Right-handed: right

Style of Dress: Gilnean (17/18th century) upper middle class

Why? The Hartwells dress only as well as the best off of their employees, most of the time, so that they're as true a reflection of the success of their people as possible. They would be the first to admit that they're only following the Greymanes' example of doing much the same.

Special Accessories? As a mage and noble, she has a plethora of them, but none that make an appearance more than situationally. 

Jewelry: See above.

Something they always carry with them: as a mage, this is unnecessary. 

Weapon(s)? Cayleen has no set favorite weapons, but is trained in hand to hand, knife and dagger work and throwing, fencing, and handguns. She is also a mage skilled in pyromancing and in transmutation magics such as time manipulation, translocation and projection.

Overall grooming: Cayleen keeps herself fastidiously neat but understated, the great majority of the time. Her nails seldom grow beyond the tips of her fingers. Her kinky curls are typically braided or bound tightly atop her head. Tall boots and linen pants and shirt are typically ready for travel beneath her Gilnean Long coat and skirt. A Mage's manipulation of water and fire leaves her cleaner than most, her worgen nose keenly aware how much information the slightest blemish can give away to her peers.

Other: 

Don’t forget Speech and Language/Communication

Pace of Speech: Cayleen tends to be long-winded when she breaks her silence, and so can rattle through her rambling rathet quickly.

Voice Tone: dry 

Accent, if any: Gilnean

Favorite word(s): "home"

Favorite phrases: "Bloody, Fel-smiting Light!"

Laugh: either restrained or squealing

Speech Pattern: Educated

Mannerisms:  Shy, Volatile

Posture: Straight

Habits: rambling, prying, blurting, glowering

Health

Long-term illnesses: none

Physical Disabilities: none

Mental illnesses: none

Conditions: Like most of her surviving countrymen, Cayleen is afflicted by the Worgen Curse

Prone to sickness? No

History of health: Cayleen nearly drowned a few times as a young child and suffered hypothermia as a result of one such incident. She also sprained and broke limbs more than once and had some especially nasty slivers in those early years.

 She was bitten by a worgen and cursed at the tender age of 9, captured by her father, and hidden confined in the family's lockup for several (a few?) years until her mind was freed with the serum that killed as many as it cured. 

As a teenager, she was severely burned several times during her studies of fire magic, but the scars were faded with healers' magics. She also has and still does suffer gashes and bite wounds in sparring and combat.

and Everyday Behavior

Addictions: Running, Hunting

Morning routine: Bathe, groom, dress

Evening routine: work out, bathe, groom, sleep

Sleep habits: usually sleeps in the same bed with her ward, Declaring Milvain, and they may sleep as worgen

Talents/Skills: pyromancy, transmutation, bladed weapon combat from knives to rapiers, staff combat, hand to hand. Piano. 

Pet Peeves: Nobles who take unfair advantage of their station to the disadvantage of others.

Hobbies: hunting, hiking, horseback riding.

What are they unskilled at?  Upper societal social graces

What about their Family

Mother: Lady Aishatou Hartwell

Age: 35

Status: Alive

Occupation: Noblewoman, healer, seer

Societal Status: The Dowager Lady Hartwell

Father: Lord Sten Hartwell

Age: (37) N/A

Status: Deceased

Occupation: Nobleman, Trade Baron, decorated officer in the Gilnean Navy

Societal Status: Lord of House Hartwell

How does character get along with parents? 

Cayleen is dedicated to honoring her upbringing by her loving and supportive parents.

Did parents raise character? 

Yes

If not, why ? 

N/a

Are parents together? Cayleen's father is deceased.

Any other guardians? 

As sole heir to her family's holdings, Cayleen has MANY guardians. The most notable of these include Lord Hurley Blackstead, Rory Gallagher, Captain Moran Farthing, Tarlock "Spitefang" Nolan, Kiandra of the Harvest, and Gavin Eames.

If character is adopted, do they know? 

N/a

Sibling(s) [give names]: 

None

Extended family: Cayleen's two uncles, aunt and her aunt's husband, two cousins, godfather, father's parents, and mother's mother are deceased. She was raised alongside her father's (now her) ward, Lady Declaryn Milvain.

Any important relatives? 

Her family is Gilnean nobility, of which she is the most significant remaining.Describe family history: Cayleen's family have ever been explorers and military of Gilneas, always at the advancement of frontier, and with Sten at the family helm, most recently at the forefront of trade and foreign affairs.

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[sunnymenagerie]

Some years ago I hit almost 150lbs and a friend of my mom messaged me on Facebook asking how I did it. I was semi-honest and said, “I just don’t have a lot of extra money for food.” The other side of that story was a whopping case of depression. 

As much as I applied and tried, I could not find steady employment. I have every single rejection in a folder nestled into my Yahoo account. Not sure why I need those reminders. Anyways, I lived right off the 405 and often thought how easy it’d be to walk up the ramp and be done. No more stress about coming up with my half of the rent, no more feeling like a failure, no more restless nights messaging back and forth with random dudes just to feel a sense of some sort of control in an otherwise downward spiral. 

I’m glad that the last time I let one of those randoms in, that it was the moment it clicked that things needed to change in some regard. Not too long after I met Matt and he was the first person in a very long time where I felt like I could be myself. I could be open with my struggles and not feel like I was being judged for doing this or that. 

So I’m glad I never walked up that ramp but damn, I know what this woman was feeling and sympathize so much for the others stuck in that place of financial instability. It’s a fucking nightmare and if you’ve never wondered how a bill was going to get paid or lived through a winter without heat - please don’t try and think you know. It’s truly hell on earth and sadly, sometimes people don’t make it out.

[parisidics]

TW ED

saw one of these on here a little ago but it was clearly for taller people so i mad one accustomed to me to look at and reflect on. (since im 5 foot and a half)

230lbs

no one notices you. you don’t stick out anymore because everyone's used to you being so big. they used to bring the fact you were so fat up all the time, but everyone has just stopped talking about it, you’re invisible to everyone, even those you called friends a couple pounds ago.

220lbs

you are starting to make eye connect with people in the halls, you are clearly losing weight by the look on peoples faces when their thinking about how they “haven’t seen you in forever” and maybe a teacher or two have said you look thinner.

210lbs

your clothes are starting to feel normal on you again, they feel like they fit better than when you were at your high weight. a few old friends have walked up to you to congratulate you on starting your weight loss. you’re starting to socialize with people other than just you’re teacher.

200lbs

you’ve hit your first goal weight and your friend group has started to include you more, and your back to sitting with them at lunch and in classes. mom has talked about the fact you’re losing weight with many relatives and has congratulated you as well.

190lbs

everything is starting to seem exactly like it did before you gained more weight. all you’re old friends have circulated back into your life and the ones you were close with talked about it all the time and are proud because they knew you wanted this for the longest time.

180lbs

all your clothes feel like they used to, and you’re not constantly in the same outfit. you are wearing all types of outfits because everything fits again. you’ve officially became the size you were in the fall of 2019, and you feel an immense amount of pride because of it.

170lbs

the girls you used to envy all the time are now talking to you and congratulating you for your weight loss. every friend group talks about you and are all surprised. you have partners for projects again and aren’t last picked in gym. your clothes are becoming loose and your mom is talking of plans to get you new clothes.

160lbs

 people are starting to flirt with you. the popular people are now talking to you a lot more than usual. the girls you once envied were now taking photos with you, interacting with your posts, and even have you in snap group chats. 

150lbs

your double chin seems as if its fading faster than a sunset. you have more friends than ever and no one is calling you fat anymore. the people you have crushed on would actually consider you as a s/o. girls are asking about what you did to drop all the weight and are frustrated when your answer is eat healthy and exercise.

140lbs

you’re being invited places all the time, and your being flirted with often. your getting close to the people you’ve always wanted to be friends with. you have a completely new wardrobe and people let you try on their clothes.

130lbs

you’re starting to be considered popular by those you used to be friends with. you have over 500 followers now and you get plenty of comments on your posts. boys pay attention to you now. 

120lbs

you’re in multiple gcs and even some of the sub gcs of the “cooler ppl”. you’ve been to many peoples houses now, and you’re always on the list of people to invite places. after not being to the doctors in over a year the next time you see you’re doctors they are impressed, you’re 60lbs apart from your last doctors visit. more new clothes and your mom cant steal your clothes anymore. your mom is fine with you wearing bikinis now.

110lbs

you may be in your first real life relationship by now. and if not you definitely have options. the guy you used to crush over expresses interest in you often. you no longer wear one piece and you even can wear your sisters clothes. you have developed the style you used to rave over and actually look good in the clothes.

100lbs

everything is just how you always wanted it to be. you’re thin. you’re mom can pick you up. everyone adores you. its nearly summer and everyone is talking about plans, and you’re included in almost all of them. you and your sister are the same weight and you don’t feel the need to constantly compare yourself to her.

90lbs 

you made it.

[writing-on-the-wahl]

Writing Snippet #10

O Positive

Part 2

Ok so @im-a-wonderling had a FANTASTIC idea for a snippet, but I’m putting the ask below to not cause spoilers lol:)

Special thanks to @im-a-wonderling as well for the beta read, edits, suggestions, and expert medical knowledge to help make this way more realistic than my original draft! You’re amazing!!!

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Hero shifted from side to side as she stood in line, fingers clutching a bottle of orange juice.

“Well you’re prepared.” Hero’s head shot up as the attendant waved her forward. “Normally people wait until after to go for the juice.”

She chuckled nervously. “That’s me... prepared.”

“ID?” She scrambled through her wallet, making sure she didn’t grab either of the two aliases she’d already used at different locations that morning.

She would have used the same ID, but last time she’d tried to explain that she healed super fast- a result of her powers- and could donate more, the resulting argument had lasted nearly an hour, with nurses questioning whether her “magic blood” could even be used at all (it was perfectly normal blood thank you very much), and they’d still only let her donate the normal amount.

She handed him the correct ID, and he shoved a clipboard full of paperwork at her. A phlebotomist led her to a reclining chair. Even though she’d filled out the information twice that morning, it still took approximately twelve years to finish the stack of forms. The phlebotomist returned, and began asking her an equally long list of questions. She only half paid attention to the stream of questions.

Have you received any blood transfusions?

No.

Have you traveled in the last 6 months?

No.

Are you free of HIV or any other blood diseases?

Yes.

Have you ever been pregnant?

Yes.

Wait! No!

The phlebotomist chuckled as she snapped on a pair of gloves. “Ok let’s see that arm.” Hero held out her mark-free arm. After the first donation that morning, the needle mark and resulting bruise had been gone in a matter of minutes. After the second, she’d had to wait over thirty minutes before the signs of her deception to fade. The phlebotomist wrapped a tourniquet above her elbow before consulting her paperwork.

“It says here you’d like to do a double donation?”

“Yes.”

“You have to be 150lbs in order to donate that much sweetie.” The older woman eyed Hero dubiously.

Her throat went dry. “I know. I am.”

“I’m just going to take one bag today; you’re looking a little pale, honey.”

“But the other phlebotomist let me—”She cut off and cleared her throat. “I mean, last time I donated. It was fine.”

The phlebotomist shook her head as she felt the inside of Hero’s arm for the vein.

Hero forced a cheery smile. “This is important. I’ll be fine.”

By tomorrow, she added silently. Or the day after that...

Last time she’d only been able to get in one regular and one double donation before she’d gotten called into help with a work emergency. She’d spent the rest of the day in bed, but had woken up fine the next morning. Of course, that was only half the amount of blood...

The woman narrowed her eyes before shaking her head.

“The shortage is the worst it’s been in years, but I’m only going to take one bag today.”

“But—”

“Unless you’d like to go stand on that scale over there?”

Hero blanched, then mutely shook her head.

The woman muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I thought not,’ before raising her voice to a normal volume. “And make sure to take it easy and drink that orange juice you’ve got there.” She nodded at the bottle in Hero’s hand as she swabbed her arm with an alcohol wipe and picked up a needle.

“I will.”

————— 30 minutes (or so) later —————

Hero made it ten steps out of the building before she collapsed against the wall, head swimming. She peeled the tape and cotton ball off her arm. Blood immediately began to trickle down her forearm.

She struggled to unscrew the cap of her juice, hands shaking. Finally, she succeeded, the cap slipping through her fingers and bouncing against the sidewalk. She brought the bottle to her lips, but only managed a few sips before her stomach revolted. She clamped a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes, willing herself not to throw up.

She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, ignoring the curious stares from pedestrians on the crowded downtown street.

She needed to get home.

A quaking boom shook the ground, and Hero cracked open her eyes to see a plume of smoke a few blocks over.

Most likely the bank on main. Or the diamond store next door.

She took a step towards the plume of smoke, but the ground was still rocking, and she had a feeling it wasn’t from the explosion. She closed her eyes as panicked civilians began running to and fro.

Her phone rang out in a pealing tone, sending her a foot into the air, her orange juice falling to the ground with a sticky splash.

The emergency line.

Groaning, she accepted the call.

“Hero! Villain just set off a bomb on Main Street.”

“Diamonds or bank vault?”

“BOTH! You need to get over there now!”

Hero covered her eyes. She wanted to, she really did. If only the ground would stop moving.

“It’s my day off. Send Other Hero.” She cringed at her seemingly callous words, but she didn’t think the Hero Agency would exactly condone what she’d just done.

Even if she was just trying to save lives.

“Other Hero is undercover spying on Supervillain. Your phone shows you are six blocks away. That will take you 12 seconds to get your speedy butt over there.”

A second explosion rocked the ground.

Oh he didn’t. Hero growled, pushing off the wall and taking a hesitant step forward.

The ground was finally still. Much better. She pulled out the spare mask she always kept in her purse and fitted it across her eyes.

12 seconds, she scoffed.

————— 9 (and a half) seconds later————

Hero skidded to a halt in front of the shattered front windows of Pristine Diamonds.

The windows of the bank next door were in a similar condition. She rested a hand against the ash stained wall, gasping as the world spun.

She forced her head up, scanning the scene. A gaping hole had been blown in the wall connecting the two businesses, and smoke was still pouring out of both buildings. She darted into the diamond store, moving without her super speed through the black air. She made it to the back of the store, where the massive safe stood empty, the door hanging drunkenly off one hinge.

She cursed and made her way to the jagged hole. She was halfway across the bank lobby when a figure leapt from the smoke and she was thrown to the side.

She scrambled to her feet as Villain faded back into the smoke. His laughter echoed around her as she spun in desperate circles. The smoke thickened until it was nearly solid around her.

“You’re slow today, Hero.” The voice rang out behind her, and she whirled around, but there was nothing but smoke.

Her vision was truly swimming now. She swiped at her eyes. “And you’re extravagant. You can create smoke from nothing, you didn’t actually need to set off a bomb.”

“I was creating a passage between the businesses. They should thank me.” The voice was to her right, and she spun again. There was no point in super speed if she couldn’t see. Her head was starting to pound.

“And that outfit.” The whisper brushed against her neck, and she whirled around again, only to see the smoke curling in around the place where Villain had just stood.

She glanced down self-consciously at her pink shorts and baggy tie-dye T-shirt.

“You already ruined my day off. There’s no need to mock my clothes as well.” She huffed, taking determined strides in the direction she hoped was the door.

“Who said I was mocking?”

She sensed him behind her the instant before he attacked. She spun. He hit. She flew. Across the room. To the floor. Over chunks of rubble. And into a brick wall.

Her back cracked against the wall, knocking the air from her lungs.

Smoke swirled through the air as Villain emerged, the dark tendrils receding to lap at his heels.

He looked surprised; he’d never actually managed to land a blow that direct before.

Hero forced herself off the ground. It was time to retreat. She summoned her powers, but between her swimming head and the sharp pain in her leg, she made it only a few feet before sinking back to the ground with a quiet whimper of pain.

She forced her blurry gaze up to Villain, who was regarding her with a strange expression on his face.

“I thought you healed as fast as you can run.”

She blinked, and realized he wasn’t looking at her, but at her leg.

She looked down. Blood seeped from a long shallow gash on the outside of her calf, no doubt from a sharp piece of rubble.

Smaller cuts and bruises covered the rest of her body, and none of them were healing.

“That’s strange.” She wiped clumsily at the cut.

Villain’s eyes narrowed. “You seem oddly off your game, Hero. You haven’t lost that much blood.”

She mustered the energy to glare at Villain. “I did tell you this was my day off.”

“I wonder if it’s from the blood earlier.” She mused, floating on a hazy cloud.

The tendrils of smoke scattered as Villain knelt down beside her.

“What blood? You came to fight me when you were already injured?”

His voice sounded as though he was speaking through a tunnel.

“There’s a national blood shortage. Worst it’s been in years.”

“So?”

“So, I donated.”

Villain scoffed as he produced a cloth from somewhere and began wrapping it around her leg. “You have regenerative healing powers, a pint of blood wouldn’t have made you this weak.”

Hero shook her head and weakly held up five fingers.

Villain froze. “FIVE PINTS OF BLOOD!” He roared, smoke dancing angrily around them. “ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY INSANE!? YOU SHOULD BE DEAD RIGHT NOW!”

Her head throbbed with every word, and she flinched away.

“I heal fast.” It was barely a whisper, but his fiery eyes met hers.

“I don’t care how fast you heal. No one can survive losing half their blood.” At least now his rage was contained to a low snarl. He grabbed Hero’s hands and pulled her to her feet.

“Your hands are freezing! What were you thinking!? Why would you face me after donating that much blood?!? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

He continued to seethe as he swept Hero into his arms and strode through the bank. He paused only to swing a bulging duffle bag onto one shoulder before he swept out through a second gaping hole into a back alley. A dark SUV was waiting in the shadows. He tossed the bag into the back and slid Hero into the passenger seat.

She curled against the warm leather.

“I was just trying to help.” She mumbled, her voice muffled as she spoke into the headrest.

“I know.” A hand ran down her hair. “Close your eyes. Sleep.”

She forced her eyes wider, remembering. “I can’t. I have a job to do.”

Villain shut her door and rounded the car to the driver’s side. Slipping into place, he started the engine.

“Not today.” He managed a small smile even as his eyes crinkled in concern.

“It’s your day off, remember?”

Original request from @im-a-wonderling:

“I started thinking about a story where the hero donates blood and then the villain does something that the hero has to go and face them. The villain notices the hero is off their game, but assumes they’re just tired or something. Then, the hero gets injured. The injury is really minor in terms of blood loss, but the hero is pale and sickly and can’t stand up and the villain gets all protective like “WHY would you come and FACE ME if you DONATED BLOOD today?!” And the hero mumbles “They’re having a blood shortage.” And the villain is ready to wring the hero’s neck for not taking care of themselves. So they just scoop the hero up in their arms and brings them back to their lair to feed them and let them sleep.”

Again thanks so much for the request!! I hope I did it justice:)