#Muse: Trish

[fat-slobby-jojo-girls]

@league-of-effeminate-gentlemen

It was a timeline very similar to the main one of this blog but with one change. Along side Ms.Rose Trish was also flanked by Doppio, her well meaning if a bit too forgiving of a father. Despite being in his later 40s he kept his youthful look and charm but gained quite the weight in his years. Especially as his daughter grew into a gluttony goddess.

Currently he was currently rubbing Trish on the back and cleaning her face with tissues as she was coming down from a tantrum. “I keep saying it bambina. It’s just one comment throwing a fit over it won’t solve it.” He said as on the ground was a phone that once had a message from Gwess that called Trishs music trashy. Which Trish threw during her tantrum.

Trish's face was a deep shade of red and her eyes puffy and wet from her tears. All it took to set the music sensation off was a single text from a competitor, it wasn't even that harsh of a message just a simple misspelled "ur trash lmao" followed by some cute emoji's. Trish however was absolutely livid and in her rage had tossed her (one of many) expensive phone across the room before spiraling into a rather humiliating tantrum.

"HOW DARE SHE! She called MY music trashy? She's barely a musician! She just goes on stage and sings about being rejected and shakes her ass! Anyone can do that!" Trish whined a scowl spreading across her face as she reached across her cluttered desk and shoved one of her favorite pastries into her mouth. If she couldn't control her emotions the normal way she'd eat them into submission. "I knew I shouldn't of collabed with her... now she thinks she can walk all over me! I bet she's laughing it up waiting for me to respond!" Trish yelled her voice echoing down the long halls of her office making it clear to any staff that it wouldn't be the best time to interrupt less they wanted to face the bratty heiress' wrath.

[fat-country-joestars]

Is enjoying her cushy retirement

And making Foo's life a living hell

[fashion4standusers]

Louise Despointes, photographed by Serge Lutens for French Elle, 1975

[ofdragondreamers]

@starsdrew -- vi & trish jarvis.

"sorry i'm late," vi says -- obviously she had taken the long way there, swinging and climbing from buildings. she enjoyed doing that, had enjoyed doing that since she was young. "my bad. i'm vi."

[perilousxrealm]

Hit the heart for a starter from Trish (Patsy) Walker AKA Hellcat!

comics-based, canon divergent, with some elements of the MCU. crossover/au/multiverse friendly!

list of other muses here.

[ericsanchezphotography]

[godblooded]

random reminder that ily all.

[redlineoffate]

I was attacked by the mood when I wanted to buy stuff for my new fav anime and here we are. Bucci Gang in full force! <3 Well, except for a couple of stands. At first it was only Bruno and Sticky Fingers, but I felt a bit guilty for leaving him alone and I bought everyone except Narancia and Mista, who were not there where I took the rest. And then I accidentally go into one shop and see the missing Mista and Narancia! This is success.

Closer look at gang under read more <3

[spectoral]

" don't. " it's enough. it gets the point across. jessica's eyes flit down, dark-lidded. everything she does is exasperation in the name of avoidance, whisky sigh hushed past the push of her lips.

don't look at me.

she doesn't have to say it because @godblooded's pleading eyes could drill a hole straight through the plate of her skull from half a city away.

don't look at me like that.

" fuck off, trish. " if she leaves it that, if she doesn't elaborate ... jessica shrugs up her shoulder, that seaming softened by the habit. she turns every angle away. " seriously. " // starter call.

[akastartatthebeginning]

There was right. There was wrong.

Now there is you.

-- Hercule Poirot

[akastartatthebeginning]

@akahellcatwalker

I just know that I’m your sister. (1.13 | 2.13)

[fat-slobby-jojo-girls]

M!A

Hato and Trish are both experiencing a hyper form of their families already hyper pregnancies. As their anger swells they swell as well.

"But I- I haven't! How could this happen..." Trish gasped and groaned her night shirt becoming absolute stretched to high hell by her swollen stomach. Her entire gut was tight and tinted red, her navel jutting out like a doorknob while her still swelling bust expanded and filled out her shirt. Teats enlarged and swollen leaking and staining her clothes as she struggled to even stand. "The hell is THIS SHIT?" She yelled temper reaching a breaking point along with her bed frame as the metal supports snapped from under her weight.

"Damn your family gets like this to when your knocked up? Small world I guess, my mom warned me about this. Never heard of it happening spontaneously though." Hato grunted as she peeled back the ruined remains of her jumpsuit letting her belly and tits breath a little. "Guess we'll have to change up the theme of our collab. I heard maternity photo shoots are real popular with a niche crowd. Wanna give it a shot?" The model asked before her stomach churned and made her face scrunch up into a scowl. She was hungry, so hungry she didn't even notice the cherry red tint to her nose or the sweet smell coming from her bump covered belly.

"After we eat and hit the bathroom... these kids are tap dancing on my insides. Probably gonna need a buffet before they calm down."

[fat-country-joestars]

Trishs hormones have been off the charts. Her seemingly never ending pregnancy has been making her only more huge and horny with her baby daddy nowhere in sight. So she’s latched onto Foo as a shoulder to cry on and a bulge to grind on.

"So... how many months along are you know?" Foo asked trying to add something to the conversation as the wealthy client trashed her office and was currently bouncing her needy body all over Foo's pants covered bulge.

"NOT FAR ENOUGH!" Trish yelled her voice shaking the entire office building and beyond. Her seemingly never ending pregnancy had left the expecting mother to be beyond needy and in desperate need of some for of stimulation to help offset the build of of hormones and various other needs she wasn't able to satisfy herself.

[fashion4standusers]

Moschino colorblock jacket, 1995

[aequitaes]

“𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟…” 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒. “𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒’𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘… 𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑.”

↳ from, @inibicion + trish

"Thanks for the advice." His tone was dry and neither pleased nor receptive to her words. He was sure it was to provoke him, and was it to make him complete a request? It wasn't unknown that he wasn't on the smoothest of terms with the man in the infamous red coat.

Whenever he thought about him and his comment, he would become more aggravated. The problem was that Dante wasn't around, and many jobs needed two people. His gaze narrows as he says, "But I don't need to take out any leaves. I'm perfectly capable." He adds, folding his arms. What was her game here?

"Just… tell me what it is you're trying to say; I don't have all day." Truth be told, he wouldn't let her go off alone. Even though the blonde barely knew him - and was only acquainted with her through Dante - he had a layer of protectiveness that he naturally had, that he always had. Sometimes, playing the hero wasn't always a good thing.

[rvbelhearts]

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