#Belch deserves love.

[misszura]

Belch Huggins

I don’t know, here is a kindergarten Belch story, enjoy.

Reginald Huggins has always been nice.

Deeply and sincerely kind.

As a child, he was polite, he helped his mom, he shared his toys in kindergarten and never fought. His teachers described him as calm and quiet, and they all had fond memories of him, although they would surely have been surprised at what he had become once in high school.

All except George Ellis.

George Ellis was a substitute kindergarten teacher in 1977, when Reginald was 6, and he was terrified of this child. So terrified that he ended up quitting teaching and becoming a florist.

But don’t get me wrong. Reginald had been perfectly polite to him. He had welcomed him, in a shy voice, before returning to play. George had seen him share his toys, and even though he was a little aloof, the other children liked him.

George had immediately noticed that the boy was taller and wider than the others, not fat, just bigger. As if the other kids were further away when they were next to him, but he also noticed that he wasn't using his superior strength to get what he wanted.

He had witnessed cordial exchanges between the child and the other students in his class, he had seen Reginald accept refusals in a moderate way without throwing any tantrum, a common thing for a five-year-old or so child, and if it wasn’t for that famous event of February 1977, George Ellis would have told you that Reginald was an angel.

In January 1977, a Lilian Griffith had entered the kindergarten class for which George was responsible during his colleague's maternity leave.

George had never believed there were bullies in kindergarten. For him, bullies were born with adolescence and the insecurities that this period of life created.

As a gay man -without being out he had a behavior that disturbed the others- he had been bullied by several bullies during his adolescence, and they had always had the same profile: boys, often middle class and always badly in their skin.

That's why he refused to believe it when Lilian Griffith entered the classroom. This almost five-year-old little girl didn't look like a troublemaker. A petite blonde, with a big, innocent smile.

“Now that I mention it,” he said when he told the story one night in a bar, “Lilian Griffith, if you merge him, it makes Lilith, like that demon. It must have been an omen…” he then finished his pint and ordered another.

It had started slowly. At first she had begun by laying down her law. Rallying the children to his side by promising them things. Then she had decided that it was necessary to put aside those who did not want to be on her side. Finally, as soon as a child upset her, she hit him. Sometimes she hit them for no reason. George had watched her without knowing what to do, he had seen Lilian kicking little Rony Gibson, who hadn't asked for anything. He had seen Lilian create a dictatorship in kindergarten, until it all ended.

You could wonder what is the link between the little dictator Lilian and the terror inspired by Reginald, called Belch nowday, Huggins to George Ellis.

Reginald never sided with Lilian, he never left anyone out, and the other students refused to be mean to him. That's why she started picking on him. George was afraid that if Reginald retaliated to the blows the little one gave him, she would end up hurting herself. Lilian snatched the toys from Reginald's hands, but he simply replied "yes, we must share" and went to take other toys. When she kicked him, he simply moved away a little further. One day she took his favorite red truck and broke it. Reginald just picked up the pieces saying his daddy could fix it. George was impressed with Reginald's reaction and thought a lot of people should take a cue from him.

Over time, Lilian had created a real army and no one knew how to fix the problem. She acted behind adults' backs and always denied the facts, she took revenge on children who reported what she was doing and often attacked children who did nothing wrong. She terrorized kindergarten. She was a real bully.

One day, while supervising recess and watching the children have fun sharing the pedal cars available to them, George witnessed a terrifying scene. He noticed the young -little would have been incorrect- boy, sitting at the wheel of one of the cars, pedaling as fast as possible. George didn't think one of those toys could go that fast. He watched, helpless, as the car passed in front of him and violently crashed into Lilian, crushing the little girl against the wall of the courtyard. George was certain that if he had been closer that day, he would have heard the girl's bones shatter on impact. He rushed over to her and waited for what seemed like hours before he finally saw her take a deep breath. The children were guided inside and an ambulance was called.

When George finally got the chance to do it, he asked Reginald what made him do it.

“I solved the school problem. »

That's all the boy answered. Not a trace of fear or remorse in his eyes, still his calm expression. He had seen a problem and fixed it before returning to play with his comrades. George had been forced to see that the school was much better off without this girl, but he knew he could never forget the blank stare of the boy who had "just fixed the problem". A blank stare after an attempted murder.

Reginald Huggins was an angel. He had his own way of solving problems.

Later, five or six years later, he had tried to fix the school problem again by becoming friends with the college terror.

[eddi3spaghetti]

which character reminds you of this image

[ambrossart]

hiii again im the anon that sent the ask about advice when writing a bowers gang centered story. its belch centered because i really love him to death !! ofc there are side pairings but i want belch to be end game.

i also immediately went oof when you said avoid the new kid trope. i definitely feel face first into it lol but your advice will really help me going forward. i also have been diving deep into the book and doing endless amounts of research dont we love hyperfixating? im truly not sure if i want to involve it yet but only time will tell !! and hopefully you'll read it someday 🥺

here's a moodboard i made for the future 'sun kissed'

OMG I LOVE THIS!!! You’re doing a great service to the entire fandom.

And, you know what, if you really want to go the New Kid route, you totally can! I would just try to steer clear of the common cliches: MC meets/befriends a member of the Loser’s club on the first day (it’s usually Richie or Bev); MC has a creepy/pervy run-in with Patrick Hockstetter; Henry’s an aggressive asshole; blah, blah, blah.

I understand new kids often draw attention to themselves, but having the MC encounter every major character on the first day of school is a bit far-fetched.

At the end of the day, this is your story, so if you can come up with a fresh take on the New Kid trope, then by all means go for it!

I can already tell you care a lot, so I’m sure you’ll be fine whatever direction you go.

Good luck! ❤️

(and btw your moodboard is adorable. I wish I had your skills)

[green5quirrel]

And when I'm Stan Pines old I wanna look back at all the art and see myself represented!

I love when people draw Stan Pines old and gross. Don't beautify him he's PERFECT THE WAY HE IS

[bigification]

Just Like Them - TF Short

"Get me outta here Henry! These things don't usually stick around gyms, but this one was crowded." You tell into your radio.

"I'm working on it Johnny. There's no back exit, you're gonna have to get around 'em." Henry replied.

"Do you see how massive they are, besides, there are too many to get around." You say in a defeated tone.

Their heavy stomps shake the ground as they approach you. Hiding in the locker room bought you time, but there was no escaping your fate anymore. The door burst open as thousands of pounds of pressure had built up on the other side. The hoard of obese men rushed through the door one by one, not by choice, but because only one could fit at a time. Each one was a carbon copy, same face, same body, same hair, fuck even same clothes. They scatter, each looking for a fresh piece of meat to turn into a hairy obese man.

You've spent the last few months avoiding the spread of the virus. Watching everyone around you transform into the same fat hairy man, no matter how skinny you were, even women weren't safe from it.

"Goodbye Henry." You said into the radio one last time.

"No wait Jo-" Henry yelled as Johnny shuts off the radio.

The sound alerted the men. They pulled open the locker you were hiding inside and yanked you out by the collar of your shirt. The man held you up for a moment as the hoard of men stared at you with lust in their eyes. He pulled you in close and released a massive belch that could rival the roar of a lion. It reeked of beer and junk food, but you didn't seem to mind.

Wait, no, that's not right, it's just the virus taking hold. You have to fight it.

In the time it took for that to process, your clean shaven face had already sprouted a bushy brown beard. You looked down and saw a soft round belly had started to form under your tight shirt.

The thought of your belly growing made your dick harden in your pants. No no no. You don't want to be a fat fuck, you're a fit young man. You have to fight it.

Fighting only made it worse. The hair on your head started to fall out as a grey baseball cap covered it up, matching the rest of the men. Looking down, you saw your shirt riding up your growing gut. Past your belly button, allowing your hairy underbelly to breathe. Your once weak little chest was also growing into a manly pair of tits, straining against your tiny shirt. Even your biceps threatened to rip through your sleeves when you flexed them, further fueling your testosterone fueled transformation.

No, it's not too late to fight... wait, what are you even fighting. Right! You're fighting against anyone who's not strong, thick, and manly like you. Everyone deserves to feel as amazing as you do, that's why you must spread it with everyone.

Your puny shirt finally ripped in dramatic fashion, sending ripples through your gut and moobs as they were released from their shackles. You were so distracted by your growing gut, that you failed to realise how beautiful the rest of your body had become. Gone was the sharp V line on your hips, now it was covered in thick love handles that spilled over the waistband of your new shorts. Speaking of your shorts, they now fit perfectly over your fattened ass and resembled the shorts of all of the other men. And your chicken legs expanded to over twice their original size with thick muscle and fat. The shorts perfectly show off your growing bulge, making it look huge despite the fact that half of it is engulfed in your fat pad.

You finally relaxed once you had grown into your true body. The body of a man, and the body you would share every night with the men just like you, and the body you would spread to all those who did not have it.

You looked around, seeing a swarm of men foaming at the mouth just to get a good feel of your new body. Good thing there is plenty to go around.

"Johnny! We came here to... save... you..." Henry yells as he and his father run through the door, seeing the swarm of obese men waiting for them.

"Good, fresh meat." You say in a deep voice as you pounce on your former friends.

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

Wheezing and struggling through the haze of another multi hour binge, I buck my hips to grind my aching cock against my belly hang. You haven’t given it attention in days, and have been adamant that I’m to do the same. It’s good practice for when I can’t reach, you say. This is the life I have to get used to if I’m going to be your feedee, rutting and humping like a desperate pig, too fat to reach myself and too out of shape for actual sex. So I keep my hands busy a different way. 

I eat.

I eat until I’m too full to move.

I eat until I’m too full to think.

I eat until I’m too full to feel the persistent temptation goading me to play with my cock while I still can.

It’s how I spend most of my days now. It is a constant and necessary distraction. It is your favorite way to push me to pile more lard onto my softening body.

But then you walk through the door, striding over to where I’m filling up the couch, my ass widening and spreading across the cushions a little more each day. My dulled senses barely register you at first, barely comprehend anything out side of the explosion of salt and grease and sinful flavor inside my mouth. You will not be ignored, even incidentally. With a pinch of my plumping chest and a slap to my gut, you rouse me from my stupor without breaking step, moving into the bedroom. 

“Come on, pet. Once you’re done there, mommy will help you into bed, my tubby lil puppy.” 

I’m used to being “pig”, but from my panting and drooling, “puppy” isn’t too far off, either. I resume gorging with renewed vigor, belching as I wobble to my feet and plod after you, obscenely full but too greedy for your body to stay pinned to the couch.

I enter the bedroom, already winded, to find you laying on the bed, idly picking through a box of donuts. My stomach tightens, anticipating another stuffing so soon after a massive binge. 

You take a bite. And then another. You beckon me over. I’m safe, aren’t I? These donuts must be for you. Thank god. Maybe you were feeling extra merciful today? That’s what I tell myself to still my heart as I stumble to the mattress, though it’s still beating wildly from the exertion of leaving the couch. Pathetic.

“Closer, pet. Can you tell that mommy has been working so hard at the gym? I think I deserve a treat. We both do. My thighs are so much thicker, more powerful, don’t you think, puppy?”

You spread your legs enticingly, your tongue teasing the glaze off another donut.

“Haul that fat ass of yours onto the bed, tubby. Tell me how much you love my body. Show me your devotion, and I might let you find a little release…”

My body sways and jiggles as I pull myself on top of the mattress, and my muscles burn from the effort. This is one of the many simple tasks that I’ve become unused to performing unassisted. You’ve really spoiled me.

I crawl toward you, belly sagging into the sheets, and you slide your leg along the hanging rolls until your toes teases my fupa. My cock is already leaking from within from such slight contact.

“No hands. You’re not allowed that, not yet. So why don’t you use mommy’s thigh? Show me how much you love my body.”

Chins bunch at the base of my neck as I strain to look down, attempting to position myself over your leg. I give up after a few weak grunts, and I let my blubbery body crash onto you, gasping as I feel my fupa squish against your thigh and send my pathetic cock into weak spasms as it forces itself out of my fat pad. My sluggish brain wonders how much longer I can manage even this, how much longer I’ll have these few, usable inches, but as I begin to grind against your soft, strong thigh, I become incapable of thought. Just a dumb, drooling animal chasing its next orgasm.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

I half whisper and half wheeze, my body shuddering with pleasure and sending ripples through my pudgy frame. 

“I love your body, I’m addicted to it. How do you think I became such a big, gluttonous boy? I eat and eat and eat for you, for a chance like this. Even a second of touching you makes every pound so fucking worth it!”

My rhythm builds into a frenzy. I doubt I’d be capable of even this amount of motion if you hadn’t insisted I stay just a tiny bit active. I burned with embarrassment every time I waddled into the gym, knowing I had only gotten fatter since the last visit, but my suffering was not without purpose. Maintaining a fraction of my stamina was reward enough for me. I reach down and shake your thigh, feeling it jiggle against my cock.

“Thank you for letting such a pathetic glutton worship you! You could have anyone you wanted in your bed, and you still choose me. Who could resist all your curves?”

I half-collapse on top of you as I greedily nuzzle your breasts, kissing and nipping at their plump; indulgent flesh.

“Every inch of you is divine! I could just tear your clothes right off…”

As if I hadn’t already tried. Between pants and burps, a sign that my last binge ended only minutes ago, I’d been pawing at your skin tight gym outfit, but my plump fingers had become so clumsy, and the throbbing in my fupa was far too distracting. 

“It’s not just your heavy tits and thick thighs and round belly. Your sweet face… those eyes… that hunger in them has me hypnotized. One look, and anyone would let you plump them up into another one of your pudgy pets!”

I let out a long, low whine broken only by a sheepish belch. I can feel my brain turning to mush as I edge ever closer to my climax. I mumble and groan as my plummeting intelligence strains to string together one single thought. In your infinite mercy, you rescue me from the burden of thinking.

“Enough talking, my eager little pup. You’ve been so good, and now it’s time for your reward.”

I grind more frantically, pushing my body to the limits, teetering on the brink of orgasm or exhaustion, my ruined stamina stretched to its limits. I’m ready to cum. I finally earned release..

You draw back your leg, letting my cock slide against its length. I whimper and collapse onto the bed, writhing into the sheets and desperate for more stimulation.

“I need one more thing from my most obedient pet…”

You extend your leg, allowing me to mount you again, but at a price. You dangle a single donut in front of me, and despite being full to the brim, despite knowing each new pound deepens my dependence on you, I drool like a fucking dog. I open my mouth.

I should have known the rest were meant for me.

I keep humping.

I keep eating.

wow turns out all you have to do is tell this guy he can’t touch his dick and he’ll write you full on erotica 😌

kinda pathetic, don’t you think? 🤭🤭

[knyontop]

heyyy henry bowers or victor criss x reader? 😸

smut would be nice but no fluff is good too!!

them being toxic possibly? 🙏

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Ofc >:3 ima just do regular toxic hcs >0<

Henry bowers x reader

Ft: Henry bowers, and our amazing, beautiful, handsome, reader.

Tw: violence, toxic relationships, abuse, bullying, controlling behavior.

Henry:

・Henry is not the nicest boy so he has a lot of toxic traits.

・he has anger issues, trust issues, and daddy issues what do you expect?

・Henry doesn’t have a lot of patience so he will snap at you for little things.

・he doesn’t like when you talk back, walk to slow, hang out with people besides him and the gang, he gets jealous easily and will think of everyone as competition.

・fights are often when dating Henry, he will get mad for no exact reason its so frustrating to deal with him but you dont have a choice.

・After fights, Henry will ignore you for however long he feels like its get so bad to the point where you have to beg him to talk to you which is what he wanted all along because he knows you cant survive without him. Your so desperate.

・he will look at you all smug and wait for an apology, “So you wanna apologize?”

・Henry definitely bullys you, to an extent though.

・hes slightly softer on you sense he does have a soft spot for you but hes still Henry bowers.

・sometimes they will get really harsh when hes in a bad mood, after he will feel guilty about it but it will take him a long time to actually apologize for it.

・he says things he doesn’t mean when hes mad but its so hard to tell if hes just in a bad mood or he means it.

・whenever hes beating up some poor kid and you try and stop him, remember when he yelled at Belch? Yeah that will happen to you.

・so you just have to sit there and watch the bowers gang torment the poor kid, if you start crying expect to be mocked by Patrick.

・if you guys get into a really heated argument he might slap you, its on instinct. Sometimes he doesn’t mean to, and sometimes he might feel so bad he will kiss the spot where he slapped you. He’ll bring you close to him and tell you to shut up so he can sleep, if you keep crying it will probably end up in another fight.

・he doesn’t like when you go out to revealed, your body is for him to see and for him to see only going out looking like a whore will lead into a long night in the bedroom.

・Henry does not like when you hang out with boys, if there boys from your family he will let it slide but if your hanging out with some boy he doesn’t know then expect an annoyed Henry.

・sometimes he will just drag you away from whoever your talking to, if you try and protest he’ll snap at you saying he and the boys are the only boys you should hang out with.

・he gets very insecure, he thinks your going to leave just like how his mom did.

・deep down he feels guilty for how he treats you, he knows he doesn’t deserve you his hands are to filthy to hold you.

・but he pushes these feelings down, hes a complicated person but you love him.

・good luck, dear reader.

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Hopefully this is not ooc!! Enjoy :3

[sterekchub]

Any more plans for Chris/Derek? Or sheriff stilinski/Derek. He deserves to be doted on and properly fed by beacon hills certified dilfs

YES! Chris/Derek I have some...darker manipulative feedings fic ideas than Sheriff/Derek which is totally more wholesome. Chris going from hunting werewolves to spending his retirement looking into subduing them. Derek makes it so easy. Doesn't put up a fight when Chris propose the idea - or maybe Derek is so desperate to make amends to Chris, so eager for someone to show him genuine affection, that he goes along with it. And it becomes their regular thing. Derek getting fed and fucked. Chris has a journal on how many calories it takes to overwhelm a werewolf's metabolism. Strains of wolfsbane that can make wolves more compliant. Increase their hunger. How much food they can eat as their stomach's stretch and heal and their capacity grows and grow, stretchmarks appearing and disappearing over night. (Derek sprawled on the ground, surrounded by empty take out containers and kegs of beer, belly so inflated with food it covers his knees, helplessly belching and groaning and rubbing as much of his gut as he can reach, while Chris jots down notes and goes to get more food). He takes Derek to hunter conventions, shows Derek off as his partner and his prized wolf. Derek is always waddling a step behind him, hefty belly wobbling a bit with each step, thighs rubbing together, ass threatening to split open his jeans. It shocks people when they realize he's a werewolf. The fearsome predator who only uses his fangs to rip through steaks and is far, far too full to run after away lately. Chris has found the perfect methods to turn a supernatural powerhouse into a spoiled house pet. Derek looks oddly pleased with every comment he gets, as Chris proudly pats Derek's gut and tells his fellow hunters they should join them for dinner - and Derek will give them a real show. ****************

AND on the topic of the Sheriff.... I adore both fat!DILF Sheriff and feeder Sheriff. (Because really I love the premise of 2 fat Stilinski men...). The Sheriff giving Derek a chance and giving him a job as a deputy in the station. But as a newbie? Derek's stuck with all the paperwork and the occasional calls from the regulars screaming about aliens or kids playing too loudly in their backyard. And he unofficially becomes used as the Sheriff's food dump. "Stiles will kill me if he catches me with this, finish these, won't you?" " Mrs. Robinson send a whole gift basket for us stopping that break in... but can't Can't have my deputies failing their fitness exams, why don't you take this?" Derek's so thankful to feel like he's useful and doing something good- he never complains. Tells the Sheriff "Yes, sir" and dutifully does what he's told. Even if that means really spending most of his day snacking over paperwork. And at the end of the day? the Sheriff knows they're both going home to an empty house, so why doesn't Derek keep him company? Beers and pizza on him. And Derek ends up finishing a 12 pack of beer of almost 2 full pizzas...too stuffed to go home, so he gratefully takes the offer to stay over for the night.

And pretty quickly it becomes a routine. (along with the routine of the Sheriff "forgetting" to order a new uniform for Derek to watch him uncomfortably trying to hide the way his belly is showing through the gaps in the buttons and his pants are held together with a rubber band...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Bad Reputation 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

“I can’t tell you how much I need this,” Maria sighs as you put down the cocktail before her.

“Yeah, me too,” you sit back and twirl the straw in your drink.

“You sure about this place?” She looks around as she lifts the glass filled to the brim with a pink and purple ombre, topped with a wedge of bright lime. “Seems a bit young for us.”

“Uh, well, Google Maps isn’t exactly intuitive, I guess. You said drinks and I didn’t think you’d wanna go down to some dive.”

“Mm, yeah, I might run into my husband,” she scoffs, setting down her drink and rubbing her temples, “I can’t explain to you how intense it’s been. I don’t know what’s going on with him.”

“Sounds like he wants to be your father, not your husband,” you roll your eyes.

“No, no ‘I told you so’s’,” she crosses her arms, “because I know. You were right. He’s controlling. I just… I didn’t think he’d get this bad.”

You nod. You don’t want to be right. You care for your friend. You want her to be okay.

“Where does he think you are right now?”

“With the kids,” she says guiltily, “I told him I was taking them to my parents’ place. Which I did, he just thinks I’m there too.”

“Jeez,” you rub your chin, “so, what do you think? Talking to a therapist or a lawyer?”

She looks at you, a dire spark in her eyes, “I don’t know. I’m trying to figure it out. Either one is going to be like pulling teeth.”

“Yeah, I can only imagine.”

“God, I wish I was you,” she lifts her glass again, “single, childfree, alive.”

“Oh, Mar, don’t say that. You just need to get through this. And you can. The both of you just need to figure it out. You need to adjust. You never did, really. He kept on doing the same things, meanwhile you gave up everything to be with the kids. You deserve to get some of you back.”

“Please,” she wiggles her nose, “you know I get weepy when I drink.”

“And look at me getting sentimental,” you chuckle, “alright, that’s it.” You pick up your cocktail and chug it, trickling a little down the corner of your mouth. You wipe away the excess and slam the glass down, “you’re going to finish that. Then we’re going to get another and we’re going to dance.”

“Dance? College ended a long time ago–”

“We’re still wild, Mar, you’ll see. Down it and lets do a double to get in the mood. I’m not letting you go until your leaning.”

She huffs and shakes her head, hovering her drink before her lips, “you really are a bad influence.”

“Oh, you can be sure to tell Frank he was right about me,” you wink.

🎶

You come out onto the pavement as the buzzing of the music sticks in your ears. You made it to last call but Maria is barely holding on as she clings to your shoulder. You giggle and search for a cab among the rabble of clubbers dispersing in pairs and larger groups. 

You see the Golden Arches just behind the row of buildings across the street, “how about some Mickey D’s, huh? Suck up some of that vodka?”

“No, I gotta get home,” she babbles into a belch.

“You know you want a McChicken? Oh, how about nuggets? You know the sweet and sour sauce is your fave.”

“Stop!” She nearly shouts in your ear.

“I’m not going home till I have a juicy Big Mac in these paws,” you drag her down the sidewalk.

“Ugh, I can’t believe it’s after two,” she manages to bobble beside you, swaying slightly as she keeps a hold of your arm, “I’m a mother! My kids–”

“Are well taken care of,” you assure her, “this is girls’ night and it’s not over yet.”

You turn the corner, a few others ahead of you seem to have the same destination in sight. In the back of your mind, you know you’ll regret it in the morning but right now, your mouth is watering for over processed meat and cheese. Maria hiccups and hums.

“I’m gonna feel like shit,” she voices your inner monologue.

“We can feel like shit together,” you laugh, “just like college–”

Suddenly she slips away from you. At first you think she tripped but then you see the shadow dragging her back down the pavement. You know that gait, that lumbering rhythm, shoulders squared, nostrils puffing like a bull. Really? That jackass.

“Frank,” you shuffle to catch Maria’s other arm as she stumbles senselessly behind him, whimpering, “let her go.”

“Let my wife go,” he marches but you cling to Maria, drawing him back, “stay out of my marriage.”

“This isn’t about you, we’re having fun–”

“You need to grow up,” he keeps one hand on Maria as he rears on you, wagging his thick finger in your face, “mind your fucking business and stay away from my goddamn wife.”

“She’s an adult. She can do what she wants–”

“I know your bullshit. You get her all worked up then talk her into your dumb shit. Because you can’t hold onto a man of your own–”

“Pfft, whatever, I don’t need some asshole like you, Frank Castle–”

You stagger back as his fist cracks across your cheek. You taste blood as you fall backwards onto your ass, crying out at the pain that zips through your hip, ankle thrumming as you manage to unhook your heel from a crack in the sidewalk. You whine and cradle your head.

“Oh my god, are you o–” Maria reaches for you, hanging from Frank’s grasp.

“Come on. Home,” he snarls and jerks her away, “where you belong.”

“Hey,” you get to your knees, head swirling as you try to plant a foot.

“You follow me and I’ll leave you in the gutter,” he stops and points at you again, “fucking trash.”

You spit out blood into your hand, frozen in fear and dizziness. You can barely believe he hit you. He really hit you. You just hope he doesn’t do worse to Maria.

[eddi3spaghetti]

Losers club and bowers gang headcanons

has a bit of agere

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Bill denbrough

-a tiny bit nearsighted

-has mild motor tics

-punched a hole in a wall

-got tricked into playing Doki doki literature club and had nightmares

-picks mushrooms but doesnt eat them

-over-prepared

-still draws stick figures

-has had to stop richie from snorting smarties

-hates being alone

-starts decorating for Christmas on November 1st

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Georgie denbrough

-he has eaten crayons and will do it again

-he eats the fudge out of those fudge stripe cookies

-he'a really smart but also kinda stupid

-can do a handstand

-would naruto run in area 51

-he thinks mint chip tastes like toothpaste

-he can't spell Tuesday

-can speak little bit of spanish

-finds brainrot annoying

-bites his nails

-gives people pretty rocks or throws them at people if he hates them

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Mike hanlon

-he likes green tea

-he's a cat person

-cringes at their old pictures

-when he was 3, he drank paint (dont worry he's ok)

-he reads spy x family

-tried to cuss on roblox

-fried food makes him nauseous

-can play a lot of instruments

-likes to draw

-his favorite color is navy blue

-uses 3-in-1 soap

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Ben hanscom

-he's allergic to pistachios

-can write stories quite well

-sings in the shower

-once cried bc someone complimented him

-can run really fast

-has stuffed animals on his bed

-stole mouthwash when he was 5 and still feels bad

-salad fingers traumatized him

-he gives the best hugs

-watches bluey

-scared of kirby

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Beverly marsh

-a demi-girl

-her favorite subject is english

-she likes mandela catalogue

-holds grudges for a long time

-danganronpa fan (she thinks maki is the best character)

-cant spell restaurant

-they sometimes sleeps over with ben

-she like ashnikko

-could kill you in an instant if deserved

-weirdcore fan

-has hello kitty socks and takes one sock full of pennies

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Richie tozier

-watches men's gymnastics

-gets road rage

-tricked bill into playing doki doki literature club

-he set a desk on fire and got away with it

-bullies kids on roblox

-he will go crazy if the time is 12:34 or 4:20

-microwave noodles are his fav

-knows hapkido

-played a cupcakke remix in a school party and got kicked out

-likes the color red

-wonders what would happen if birds had four legs

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Stan uris

-falls for deez nuts jokes every single time

-rides lawn mowers

-has weighted stuffed animals

-he almost died from drinking too much coffee

-cant drive for shit

-unintentionally offends people

-when he was little, he though spaghetti was a plant

-he once stuck gum on someone's purse and felt bad

-the word squeaky makes him laugh

-organized phone

-ruins santa for kids except georgie

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Eddie kaspbrak

-has a sweater he stole got from richie

-has chronic nightmares

-horrible liar

-he always has hand sanitizer on him

-sucks at tongue twisters

-age regressor (2-6)

-likes maretu

-has a secret hatred for his mom

-he's a therian in denial

-loves the smell of grass

★・★・★・★・★・★・★・★・★・★

Henry bowers

-him and his mom used to hang out in the rain

-touch starved

-doesnt own a pair of matching socks

-made DIY brass knuckles

-has internalized homophobia

-he once got hugged and had a breakdown

-age regressor (0-4)

-punched someone for looking like his dad

-could probably kill someone if he wanted

-knows how to get away with murder

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Belch huggins

-scared of wasps

-has a mary sue oc and gets mad when its pointed out

-has been suspended more than once

-his search history is concerning

-he finds otters cute

-calls missing child posters and says "finders keepers"

-has middle school boy humor

-once screamed like an anime girl over being jumpscared

-he's banned in new york

-listens to gwen stefani

-eggs houses in the winter

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Victor criss

-he's trans masc and literally nobody knows

-likes board games (but he's a sore loser so no one plays with him)

-has a diary that he writes with a glittery pen

-canceled on twitter

-can't handle 1 gran of spice

-he got a binder for christmas and was so happy

-has a pet cat named whisker

-doesnt understand how glow in the dark things work

-the song candle queen by ghost and pals makes him think of patrick

-has a pet rock he named "dingus"

-internalized homophobia

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Patrick hockstetter

-banned in multiple places

-a sociopath

-hates on everything

-for some reason he finds beating up people funny

-has been to a psych ward more than once

-bullies kids on roblox

-he's the gay cousin

-he used to bite people

-really good with weapons

-got compared to the onceler and got so pissed

-has an insane pain tolerance

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Candle queen by ghost and pals/gumi

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

[justagreengummybear]

Hello and welcome to episode 1 of my “Gaydar” series, where I tell people what sexuality I think characters from media are. I am bisexual so I think I’m qualified to say my opinion lol. First up is all the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit characters. I’m starting with the Hobbit because I just rewatched all three movies recently.

Bilbo: There is no way on this green and burning earth or in my mind that Bilbo gives off anything other than awkward, introverted, and chaotic trans gay man energy. I find it increasingly hilarious that despite Martin Freeman’s stance on things like this, that the two most popular characters that he’s played have the highest rate of being in the most gay ass ships known to the world of men. His likeness is carved into the most heartbreaking and also hottest gay ships ever known and he has to live with that.

Thorin: Bisexual disaster man who has absolutely no idea how to show that his love language is both physical touch and words of affirmation, so he gives people he loves what someone hilariously called “love bonks.” Seriously, he had this entire field, a vast open plane in front of the mountain to walk through and he still went right for Bilbo to bump his shoulder against his. Use your goddamn words to tell Bilbo you love him, you silly short little bisaster.

Gandalf: As one of the Maiar (basically an all powerful angel in Tolkien universe) I was originally going to say Gandalf is Pansexual, but upon further examination of his character, Gandalf is 100% demisexual and demiromantic. He’s literally thousands of years old and I feel like he absolutely would not find anyone attractive or see any romantic potential in them if they didn’t share the same lifespan as him (looking at you Lady Galadriel.) He’s a mess but we love him.

Balin: He’s that one old, gay uncle in your family that you didn’t know was gay until you’re older and then realize that’s why he never got married. He literally gives Globber the Belch from How to Train Your Dragon: “this is why I never married, that and… one other reason.” Bombastic side eye on you, my guy.

Dwalin: My husband. My man. My perfect fucking tank of a man. I was originally going to say that he’s very straight coded, but I could definitely see him being bi leaning more towards femme presenting people. I also ship him with my own original character, but that’s an entirely different discussion.

Oin and Glóin: They are also straight coded, but Oin I could see being similar to Dwalin, Bi just leaning more towards femmes. Glóin gives big “I don’t understand what the LGTBLMNOP stuff is but good for you” dad energy.

Ori and Nori: Definitely also bi, but leaning more towards masc presenting people. Ori just gives sweet little gay woodshop nerd and there’s something about how Nori styles his hair that makes him seem fairly gay.

Dori: 100% gay. There’s not much explanation for this one, it’s just the vibe I get off him. He definitely spills some chamomile tea with Balin on those late nights in Erebor.

Bombur: Eh, he’s straight. Man is married and canonically has 6 kids. But he’s super chill with everyone because he’s the absolute goat of acceptance.

Fili and Kili: Fili is a proud and out pansexual man who is not picky at all. People are hot, he don’t care. Kili is bi but straight leaning, just for the “that’s not an elf maid” joke.

Bofur: Absolute legendary pansexual icon. Bofur can have anyone or everyone he wants because he’s just such a sweet little dork who gives no fucks about who or what you identify as. If he thinks they’re attractive, they’re attractive, end of story.

Bifur: Asexual. But he likes to watch. Next question.

Thranduil: Bisexual pillow princess. No more notes.

Bard: Bisexual. It gets lonely in that tiny lake town.

Tauriel: Another straight character, but I mean it in the most loving way possible. She loves short kings, what else can I say?

Now onto the LOTR cast-

Frodo: You poor sweet gay boy, let me give you a hug. Seriously, this boy deserves all the love and care in the world, which his best friend would absolutely give him.

Sam: Bisexual king. I can’t Not see Frodo and Sam being soulmates in every lifetime and Sam loving both Frodo and Rosie equally with his fucking Litter of 13 children. Rosie definitely gives the vibe that she wouldn’t mind watching her husband with his boyfriend.

Merry and Pippin: They’re both bi, but Pippin gives vague trans or gender-fluid vibes, I can’t tell which though.

Legolas: Bi, gender-fluid and 100% a bottom. Elves are essentially beings of light that choose physical forms suiting their own wants, and if that’s not gender-fluid coded, I don’t know wtf is.

Ghimli: Also bi, but aggressively so. He thought Galadriel was so fucking pretty and then he turned around to insult his twink boyfriend every chance he got. It’s his love language and Legolas seems to be into that.

Boromir: Straight but literally the most chill and accepting ally you’ve ever seen. Protective dad energy.

Faramir: Totally bi. When he saw his future wife’s crush, he absolutely said “Yeah, I get it.” Probably more fuel for his dad to hate him tho. “Miss me with that gay shit,” Denethor, probably.

Arwen: My queen, my gay awakening, and another straight character, which isn’t bad necessarily, but she can definitely peg her husband whenever she wants.

Aragorn: Sorry Bofur, but Aragorn gets the number one spot for most fruity character in this series. The man, the myth, the legend. Aragorn is a pansexual, polyamorous mess and his vibe is literally one of my favorite jokes.

“Hello, my name is Arwen. This is my husband, Aragorn. This is Aragorn’s boyfriend, Legolas. And this is Legolas’s husband, Ghimli.”

Absolute icon.

Eowyn: Also straight, but upon meeting Aragorn’s girlfriend turned wife, she would absolutely cave and say “Oh. I get it now.”

She definitely wouldn’t say no if Arwen offered a four way with her and Faramir. She would only accept if Faramir did. Which he would.

And before anyone asks about the villains, they are all straight (derogatory) and that’s my stance on it.

So there we have it, my hot take on the absolute fruit bowl that is the LOTR and Hobbit movies. I hope you all found this funny/stupid/entertaining or something.

[hopelessgirrl]

HEYYY a question for the OOC!

What songs do you think would represent the relationship between your oc and her brother/Losers and others oc's?

When I saw your question, I thought about it for about ten minutes. But here we go:

Patrick & Mariana : Ultraviolence - Lana del Rey

Patrick is a bad person, as everyone already knows. They don't have a good sibling relationship, Patrick swears and hits Mariana, which makes her feel horrible about herself. But with his manipulations, he makes her mistake what is clearly an abusive relationship for one of affection. It makes Mariana think that Patrick actually loves her (as siblings) and cares about her, which is obviously the opposite.

The Losers & Mariana : Birds Of a Feather - Billie Eilish

All losers have been through a difficult situation in the past, because of the trauma and fears they had or have. What I mean is that the losers are always there for each other, that makes them the losers because either way they are there to support their friends regardless of the situation. Losers stick together.

Alex & Kenzy & Mariana : Uptown girl - Billy Joel

I don't know why, but I really imagine the three of them on a Saturday afternoon at the quarry dancing and singing this song and talking about how hot the singer is, and gossiping about school, boys/girls and etc.

Belch & Mariana : If We Have Each Other - Alec Benjamin

Yes, I know what you're going to think. However, I thought about putting Belch here too... In the fanfic I'm writing, Belch is like a brother to Mariana, the brother she really deserves to have. He protects her from Patrick, defends her and does his best to keep her away from the rest of the gang. They really have a good relationship, it may not be blood related but Mariana considers him part of the family.

Fulton Hawthorne & Mariana : Velvet Ring - Big Thief

Big Thief's "Velvet Ring" matches the relationship between Mariana and Fulton because it talks about an intense but divided love. The line "And he is not the only one" reflects how Mike likes her, but so does Fulton, each in their own way. The song has a melancholy tone that matches Mariana's reserved aura and the tension of the rivalry between the Losers and Bowers' gang.

[venuscheered]

through the darkness of future's past , the magician longs to see . one chants out between two worlds ... ' 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 … 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 . '

[ marilyn fenix , indp . IT original character ] venturing themes of ; small town trauma , the feminine experience , self destruction , loving those who don't deserve it , love as a coping mechanism , cries for help , and martyrdom .

carrd . tag list . separate experiences [ belch huggins ] [ sawyer thomas ] [ here kitty kitty ]

[hedonists-den]

⚠️ VORE POST ⚠️

Yandere preds have taken over my thoughts lately. Particularly the idea of them being a possessive roommate.

You get along with them nicely. They're good about staying tidy, they keep up with their portion of rent, they're just a great roommate in general! And what's more, you actually consider them a good friend. They're fun, easy to hang with, and they're supportive.

Although you have noticed that they get a little shut off around your partner...it sucks because you'd really like them to get along! When you ask, your roommate assures you they have no problems with your partner, but you're not convinced. Being the peacekeeper and mediator that you are, you convince both of them to hang out with each other, have some drinks, and find some common ground.

You're out running some weekend errands and just killing some time while your roommate and your partner hang out back at your place. You don't plan on staying out all too late, just in case they aren't really getting along. You'd go back, help diffuse any tension, and simply call this a failed experiment, right?

It's about sundown when you pull in to the driveway, gather your things, and walk up to the front door. Locked...odd... You unlock the door and step in. "Hello..?" You call out both of their names. You hear a sudden clatter down the hall accompanied by some strange noises. You set down your things and go to investigate, only to be left paralyzed with shock as you look into your roommate's bedroom.

Your roommate, pinned to the floor on all fours by a massive, writhing gut, gulps loudly and pushes a pair of hands into their mouth and down their throat. The bulge travels down their body and disappears into their belly, which is taut and vaguely human shaped. Panting, they look up at you, eyes wide and clearly not expecting to see you standing in the doorway.

"...hey...I-" they say nervously, just in time for you to pass out.

You slowly come to, a heavy weight moving on your torso and sounds of muffled whimpering mixed with disgusting squelching noises. You open your eyes and see your roommate sitting on top of you. Their fleshy mound of a belly squirms on top of you.

"Shh, shh...it's okay~" they tell you, noticing the instant panic on your face. "Everything is perfect now. It's just you and me~"

You struggle beneath them, pushing on their gut to try to get away, only to be met with yelps from inside. There's no way...

"I know... I have some explaining to do. But can't we just enjoy this moment? There's no more third wheel to get between us~" Your roommate belches, causing a vibrating rumble through their body and yours. "Well, not for long anyways. Once I digest them~"

It's all dawning on you. Your roommate ate your partner... "H-How...why..?" You barely manage to say in a strained voice.

"Oh come on, you were never going to have anything special with them. Not like you have with me. They'd end up breaking your heart or something, so I just wanted to save you that pain! Now you don't have to worry and we can be like we used to before they came along." They lean forward, squashing you and your poor, helpless partner even more. "And I know how much you love extra cushion. Just imagine how much pudgier I'll be when my body is done with them~ I'd let you admire and touch it all you want, you know. You deserve it."

A deep, gut-wrenching gurgle comes from the depths of their stomach, and you feel the last, weakened struggles of your partner.

"Whoops...guess they couldn't hold out anymore. Skinny little thing..." They roll their eyes. "They really didn't deserve you. They weren't nearly good enough for someone as amazing as you~ Now, could you do me a favor and rub my belly? The sooner I churn them, the sooner I can start getting fatter for you~"

[univemma]

I have my problems with the hidden world, like many others. And i just want to gather all my thoughts in one place here because i feel like many agree that the ending itself isnt the problem, but how they did it. For me, personally, they ruined it with the reactions to the dragons leaving. Specifically, the reactions of the dragons.

First, we have Meatlug, who in the past has been shown thay merely HEARING FISHLEGS' VOICE causes her to become overwhelmed with excitement. (RTTE S2E9)

And yet here, she looks like this:

Like?? Not even a frown when she's leaving Fishlegs, who is clearly her favourite person in the world (literally watch ANY HTTYD media and this is made abundantly clear).

Moving on, we have Barf and Belch. Now it can be said that the twins and their dragon don't really have as many emotional dragon-rider moments as the others, but it is still clear that Barf and Belch love their riders. Except here:

The twins look DEVASTATED, meanwhile they (sorry belch is cropped here I couldnt get a ss with both in it) hardly look sad. Barf at least looks a little upset but still, its borderline.

And moving on, to perhaps what angers me the most, Snotlout & Hookfang. These two are easily my fav dragon-rider duo/team, and for many reasons.

Very quickly, allow me to take you back to RTTE S1E13, in which Hookfang goes out of his way to protect "Girl-Hookfang" and her eggs from a Titanwing Monsterous Nightmare when she sends out what Hiccup describes as a "distress signal".

When Snotlout tells Hookfang to choose between him and the dragon, he ultimately chooses defending her. But at the prospect of leaving Snotlout, he looks LIKE THIS:

He looked MISERABLE and even made sad little dragon noises (idk how to describe them im sorry). So,

TELL ME WHY

IN THE HIDDEN WORLD

HE LOOKS LIKE THIS

SNOTLOUT LOOKS LIKE HES LISTENED TO AN ENTIRE MITSKI ALBUM, BROS FUCKING SOBBING SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP.

And Hookfang hardly even looks at him, just kinda gives him a sideways glance. Like

HELLO???! And ONE OF THESE had a lower budget as a TV show AND a lower quality model (which, unrelated, ive seen some people really dislike but I think the show models are great!)

The only one to act somewhat appropriately is Toothless, who warbles and makes his little dragon noises at Hiccup, almost talking with him, they have their big heartfelt moment and their cute hug before he leaves. Because of course they get it, its Hiccup and Toothless.

And yeah i get it that clearly the dragons are sick and tired of hunters and therefore understand the need to leave. But they dont even look sad! Breaks my heart because after three movies, two tv shows and all the specials of the dragons and riders bonding and caring for each other and they don't even get a heartfelt goodbye.

And let us not forget that Snotlout, Fishlegs and the twins, who have been riders since the FIRST MOVIE, and main characters in their own right for years, don't even get a GOODBYE LINE?? LIKE LITERALLY, Astrid and Valka? Absolutely, they deserve it. Gobber? Sure, he hasn't known grump nearly as long but he's been a relevant and important main character as long as the kids. And Eret-

Now, I love Eret. He's cool. He's great. Love a hunter turned rider.

But WHY DID THEY GIVE A LINE TO HIM AND SKULLCRUSHER (approx. 1 year relationship) OVER THE SIX YEARS OF FISHLEGS, RUFF, TUFF AND SNOTLOUT? THEY DONT EVEN GET A "Goodbye." WHAT.

And again thats not me shitting on Eret getting one, its on the others NOT

And this isnt even beginning to mention Valka and Cloudjumper do not START ME on their TWENTY YEAR FRIENDSHIP AND BOND BEING TORN APART IN A ONE MINUTE GOODBYE.

Anyways on a lighter note, the parallel with Hiccup removing his hand from Toothless in a reverse of the first time they touched all those years ago always gets me emotional. My fav part about the ending.

And that's pretty much all I like about it LMAOO