#Shopping as a fat person is absolute hell

[fizziepopangel]

Holly Jolly Hazbins

Charlie and Lucifer are absolute christmas freaks. I’m talking the entire hotel is lit up so you can probably see it from Heaven. And of course there are some holiday ducks around the hotel, courtesy of Lucifer.

An enormous tree would be dragged into the parlor and Charlie would make it a group activity to decorate it, calling it family bonding.

Niffty would be mesmerized by the lights and tinsel.

Vaggie puts the tinsel and ornaments on the tree strategically. Lucifer, Angel, and Niffty all have a tinsel fight while Charlie actually helps her decorate the tree.

Feeling as if he’s the only responsible one, Alastor checks that all the lights are working before letting them them get put around the tree.

Husk is absolutely spiking the eggnog

After playing a dirty christmas song, Angel would be banned from picking the music…. And after a few songs passed, Cherri would sneak over and put on another dirty christmas song, and then Charlie would assign Alastor to play the music (on the radio of course)

Sir Pentious would get his egg bois all matching christmas pjs and make them take pictures like the proud father he is.

Vaggie would hang mistletoe somewhere and lead Charlie over at some point so they could have a romantic little christmas moment…. They would find Cherri and Pentious already beat them to it.

Husk would grumble about hating christmas, but he would give some of the most thoughtful gifts, like each gift super personalized to each person.

Alastor on the other hand gives practical gifts for the most part…. But he bought something special and more sentimental for Rosie.

It actually snows in hell sometimes, and Charlie absolutely makes everyone play in the snow.

Husk complains that the cold makes his joints ache but he and Angel still make out in the snow behind a snowman that Angel put a dick on.

Angel has multiple little christmas costumes for Fat Nuggets, and he has an outfit to match each one (and yes, he also gets some Christmas clothes for Keekee too).

On the subject of Angel, he bought everyone at least one sex toy…they are not wrapped discretely and some buzz when moved. 

And Angel makes every possible naughty Christmas joke he can think of.

Niffty loved her gift from Angel. It goes with her holiday dominatrix outfit.

Vaggie and Charlie have matching christmas sweaters

Sir Pentious gets too cold in the snow so Cherri goes inside with him. They sit by the fire and eat cookies until the others come in.

Charlie takes so many pictures. She plans on having some framed and hung around the hotel.

Sir Pentious bakes gingerbread men

Alastor hums along with the christmas carols the others sing loudly and off key.

When music isn’t being played, Lucifer insists that the tv only play holiday movies.

Although they don’t see eye to eye on much, Lucifer gives Alastor a refurbished 1930’s radio with deer antlers similar to his carved into it, and Alastor a neon duck-shaped light. Both men were oddly surprised by the kindness of the gifts they received from the other.

No one really collaborated with each other when shopping for Niffty so the tiny woman ended up with knives of various shapes and sizes from everyone but Alastor. Alastor would make a crown for her and dub her the roach princes. Niffty would spend the rest of the day after opening gifts running around with a roach tiara on her head and a knife in each hand shouting “stab” repeatedly and laughing maniacally.

Alastor says that he won’t cook for christmas since he cooked for thanksgiving, but when Lucifer and Charlie cooked, he would hover and constantly say “Not like that” and “What are you doing?” before ultimately pouring himself a glass of wine and taking over, muttering about how they would starve during the holidays if not for him.

The gambling man he is, Husk gets Angel and Pentious drunk and wins a couple bucks while Alastor pretends not to see.

Husk would fall asleep after opening presents after too much eggnog, and Angel would take the opportunity to put a santa hat on the sleeping drunk and take pictures of him, even using various christmas filters. 

Vaggie gets wine drunk, and dances Charlie around the kitchen after Alastor takes over for her and Lucifer

Sir pentious makes eight different holiday desserts.

Cherri falls asleep cuddling Pentious and several egg bois after dinner while the others watch yet another christmas movie.

Cherri gives Sir Pentious a private gift the day after christmas

Lucifer and Charlie "command" that Alastor dress for the holiday.... He says he hates it, but he feels good being included since he hasn't celebrated many holidays since he arrived in hell

Everyone ends up falling asleep around the parlor as the movie plays, leaving Alastor and Lucifer to clean up since they’re the only ones still up. After picking up wrapping paper and bows, they decide not to wake the others and instead get blankets for them all before finding a place for themselves in the mess of people and falling asleep too.

Charlie wakes up in the middle of the night and takes a picture a picture of everyone sprawled out in the parlor, snoring.

[colourstreakgryffin]

I don't know if you take based character readers or if you know anything about Deltarune/Undertale or Toby Fox content but I wanted to request Andrealphus, Stella (alternative can be Blitz if you don't write for her) and Mammon with a Spamton reader? Thank you! I love your writing!

Haha! Ooh! I’ve never written for Andrealphus OR for Stella OR for Mammon, it’s new and I like it! I will absolutely do them all, we love our mean bitchy villains! Thank you so much! I have never tried Undertale/Deltarune based characters before but I have Google to help! I apologise for taking so long, here is first time try~!

Andrealphus

Andrealphus doesn’t remember why he even hired you. You’re a lunatic, you’re maddening. Spouting nonsense, speaking in Broken English, giving him weird items he has no use of. What did he want from you again?

Andrealphus doesn’t remember but he won’t deny that you’re amusing to listen to rant on and contradict yourself and behave like some perfect salesperson. At least, he knows you wouldn’t dare try scam him. He won’t hesitate to eviscerate you on the spot

Andrealphus may find you a bit nonsensical but he has found a use in YOU in general. Not just your ridiculous personality and cute but pathetic little scamming shop. But that you’re actually more witty and a bit kinder than you act, he exploits that by having you as a give to and give back servant

Andrealphus gives you a room in his palace and sustenances whilst you go out and scam the useless poor citizens of Hell for him. Bring him money, bring him back pricey possessions with your violent and nonsensical deals. Bring him back anything that’ll be useful to him and he’ll keep you

Andrealphus views you as his mad little puppet, his scammer, his perfect demon. A pink, yellow winged little marionette that does his bidding in favour for a great life but also for those thrills. He can tell you aren’t that unhappy with your unhinged state

Andrealphus does actually ‘like’ you. Yes. It’s all for what you can give him with your sales work but other than that. You’re adorable and when you actually express a occasional sensical comment to him, he’s pleased and content but don’t think he’s attached to you

He is. He absolutely is, he’s just trying to not admit it. He enjoys tea parties with you

“Marionette. What have you brought for me today~? A big bag, I see. Let’s go through it, sit in my lap now. I want to see everything you’ve scammed for me”

Stella

Unlike his brother, Stella does openly express she doesn’t really have as much use for you. You’re one of Stolas’ pathetic little servants. Her husband may see value in you but she doesn’t… that’s what she thought for quite some time until she realised there’s something there with your skillset

Stella cannot stand your personality. You’re a bumbling babbling baboon that talks the heaviest shit she’s ever heard, she can’t even understand you half of the time and it pisses her off

Though, you’re basically a thief. Your sales’pitches ends with you setting off with useful items or fat loads of money. Stella doesn’t need either but she can get what she wants from you, things like equipment to set up her parties, weapons for her hired hit to kill her opponents, or even just to get her dirty work done

Just then. That’s when Stella begun sweet-talking you, manipulating you. Offering you money and better treatment than Stolas gives you if you work for her solely, so you take it and Stella’s pleased with her efforts. She has a special little muppet to do as she wants when she wants

Stella likes, despite your stupidly insane mindset and gruff cruel attitude annoying her, how you screw others over and it makes her laugh so she sets up booths of your shop at places like his parties or around her land or even directly at Stolas

Stella grows to ‘like’ you more and more you serve her, she does get mad at all failures but really. She clearly has a soft spot for you and your inability to spelling words correctly. You have traits that annoy her but she is possessive over you

No Stolass is taking you away from her. She needs somebody to have tea parties with

“Did you get it? That’s good, darling little muppet. Your princess is quite pleased. Now, I order you to come with me to arrange our ‘Not Divorced’ Party”

Mammon

Mammon’s the King of Greed, the Sin of Greed. There is nothing he loves more than easily exploitable yet reliable figures to work for him so that’s where he ends up finding about you through his minions. Running a small but successful scam of a shop to the civilians of Greed with those cut-throat exchanges of yours

Mammon ‘hires’ you on the spot. You’re simply perfect for him, he can take most of the money and items you manage to gather, yet, also make you fabulously known and beloved by crowds all around the Rings

Like for the Goetias above, Mammon forms a take yet give relationship with you. He takes a big chunk of your profits through your malicious nonsense scams called sales but he also gives you a spot to make you even more wealthy. He has a favourite toy immediately

You’re mentally unwell yet with a good heart in a weird way, you make no sense and write like you’re having a stroke and yet. Mammon’s attached to it, somebody who thinks and behaves like him so you become the ‘child he didn’t want’, almost shoving Fizzarolli to the side

Mammon does think you’re like a little doll. A pretty doll with nice eyes and a sharp tongue that gets you the deals you want, you’re a natural salesperson with the ability to say you’re not in it for money but he knows you almost always are. It’s why he likes you

Mammon has you high up on his pillar of ‘good toys’. One of his most usual tools and ‘employees’ that he can manipulate so easily. He doesn’t even find you impossible to bond with, he gets you and it’s a reason he pulls strings around you more to benefit off you yet benefit you

He’d rather die than state he does somewhat care about you. It’s all about the wealth but still

“Ah. Had a tired day? I know you did but I need you to give me all your profits today, pretty Doll. Remember. You’re doing so well for me and for you~”

[ryuichirou]

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Some replies + info about the Nun AU ~

Anonymous asked:

would you be willing to put the hi-res for that idia/ortho you drew recently (with the megara quote) in your store, if it's not too much trouble! thank you!!

Yes, of course, Anon! Here you go <3 I am happy you liked it!! Sometimes I wonder whether I should keep updating the shop with hi-res stuff or not, so thank you for letting me know. I’ll upload more of our recent stuff there soon…

hipsterteller asked:

Its 12:49am and when I saw Azul in nun, I had to grab this

LOL THANK YOU!! Yeah, this is one hell of a nun lol

Rollo would’ve been disgusted… or not? Just kidding, he is not a part of this AU.

thestarlightfae asked:

A new AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please give us more details!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES!!! Ahhh first of all, thank you so much for being so excited for it! This really is our newest AU, it’s pretty recent, and we got so excited over nun!Azul that we actually have a lore for it this time lol

Azul, Jade, and Floyd are a part of the Underwater mafia/criminal world, and as a part of Azul’s plan to spread their involvement/power on land, they infiltrate a small and secluded monastery in an isolated island: Azul got a tip that this particular place would be perfect to gain access to important people through religion. All he has to do is to rise in ranks and gain more influence, but for that to happen, he and the boys have to hide their true identity: the merpeople are very demonised in this world and this religion in particular.

No one knows for certain if merpeople exist, so there are a lot of rumors and legends, a lot of which have nothing to do with reality, but the main consensus on land and in the church is that merpeople are spawns of the devil, and the depths of the ocean are the very depths of Hell. So Azul and the tweels have to really keep it together while listening to other nuns talk about mermaids seducing poor men and drowning them, literally dragging them to the underworld for their souls to suffer for eternity.

But our merboys do a very good job, and no one suspects them, in fact, they became rather popular very quickly. Nuns adore sister Floyd and consider him to be a very bright innocent soul, a little childish, but only closer to God for that; and sister Jade is like a saint that takes care of the older nuns and sick ones, selflessly spending hours at the infirmary. And of course, sister Azul is an absolute angel that is always here to support and help anyone who needs it.

(by the way yeah, everyone here is a boy, but they are still called sisters – don’t worry too much about it, we just really wanted them to be nuns…)

But even though Azul, as per usual, just acts nice and in actuality dislikes pretty much everyone around him, there is one person he got genuinely close with – it’s sister Idia, a mysterious shut-in that really stands out from the rest of the nuns. You can rarely see him around, he prefers to stay alone and he is excused from some events. Azul is intrigued by Idia, but also genuinely enjoys their chats and playing little board games (which they’re not really allowed to play) with him whenever they get a chance to spend some free time together.

And this accidental gamble of spending time with a loner weirdo really pays off when Azul finds out that Idia is, in fact, a son of a very rich and influential family, and that he is probably even the biggest golden ticket for Azul than any other fat-cat Azul could’ve gained access to through his way up the ranks.

This changes Azul’s plans: now he wants to take Idia back with them, when it’s time for him and the Tweels to leave…

One day, he invites Idia to talk alone in a private room, and as sister Idia arrives, he witnesses something otherworldly and horrifying: long and slimy tentacles crawling from under Azul’s robes. Not only did poor Idia not know that merpeople even existed, he sure as hell didn’t expect to see one among the nuns AND with tentacles lol

But aside from utter shock, confusion and fear, Idia also feels like he is getting something that he deserves. If merpeople exist and he is witnessing one with his own eyes, maybe it has come to drag him to Hell where he belongs. Because you see, Idia also has a secret… and a reason why he got pretty much disowned from his family and sent to live here in isolation.

Gee I wonder what’s going to happen next :3c

(lots of sex)

[dentiststoothfairy]

Slides in *) may I have a chubby reader and them H E A D C A N O N S (blinks with eye lashes*)

Ty 😊

Art I made lmao

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 & 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Bro they don't give a single fuck.

Gonna be honest. They really don't.

If you're vibing with them? They'll vibe with you. Doesn't matter if you're pretty, ugly, larger, smaller, taller, shorter, thick or flat.

Nene thinks you're gorgeous anyways. You know she does because she makes a big deal about not hanging around ugly people.

"Like Pico?"

"Oh my Lord, exactly! Like Pico!"

She takes you shopping and then throws an ABSOLUTE fit if or when they don't carry the CUTEST outfit in your size.

That has to be some sort of CRIME.

Darnell is probably the most apathetic about it. He knows what it's like to be treated differently for something you can't change. And personally, he'd rather someone not make a large deal out of it... So he doesn't make a big deal out of you either.

Although, when someone has the audacity to like.. Comment on it? He calls them tf out. He makes a big deal then. He gets absolute pleasure of making assholes squirm with uncomfortable tension after being pointed out.

He's got your back. Honestly? He is probably the most reliable out of the group. He shuts Nene up real fast when she says something insensitive by the slip of the tongue.

Pico? God don't let anyone make one comment around you two.

He DON'T let that shit slide.

He's probably fallen asleep on you after a long day. He hasn't got any shame that one, I'm not gonna lie. You're way more comfortable to lean on than Darnell or Nene.

Nene mocks him and tells him that he better not collapse into your chest the way he collapsed into hers that one time. He still fucking hates that. It's embarrassing. He WOULD RATHER DIE.

"I'm back!"

"Oh, welcome home." You answered cointly. Your chest heavy with burden as you pulled your nervous eyes away from your reflection, subconsciously pulling down at your pants as you did so to hide the shame.

Your blue haired lover gave an energetic laugh as he moved lightly on the soles of his feet, bouncing to the couch as he took his hat out to fan himself. His stupid smile always brought comfort, you fought a smile yourself.

"Busy day?" You hummed, his eyes was still twinkling from energy from being outside. He nodded as his mouth opened to talk more.

"Oh hell yeah. Another rap battle, it was absolutely fire. You should've heard me!"

Ah.. You... Hadn't been willing to leave the apartment for a while... Embarrassment of like... Existing. But, that meant you missed out on so many fun things with your quite frankly, extroverted boyfriend.

His rising and falling chest and heart beating in sync, you could feel his internal music constantly bumping as he climbed onto you while you sat down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck as you quickly grabbed his hand. You knew what he was trying to do, trying to run his fingers through your tight curls and you knew it would only end badly.

"I bet... You would've sounded great." You gave a bitter smile, glancing down subtly at your legs as your hand clutched his hand tighter. Your lover, usually pretty clueless, seemed to pick up on the cues.

".. Is something wrong, babe?" He asked, his tone shifted slightly as he looked up at you, his excitement washed away like a wave swallowing a crab into the large ocean.

Now look what you've done...

"No, no. I'm fine! I was just thinking about what we were going to have for dinner tonight. Maybe something with low fat?" You offered, throwing the option into the air hoping that the usual air head wouldn't catch on.

Unlucky for you, he did.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Is this about your legs again?" He let go of you, as he sat up. The silence hung in the air like a string hung off a cork board. You never liked lying to him but, how else could you improve the situation..?

He gave a sigh, laying his head on your shoulder as he snaked an arm around your waist, trying to pull you as closely as he could to you. "... You know I think you're stunning, I don't.. Understand how you can't see that." He muttered.

"Because-.." Your voice caught onto the tissue in your throat as if a hook was dragging across it. You couldn't untangle the line that was suffocating you. Both metaphorical, and the verbal line you were about to say.

And, god bless... Your boyfriend as if a miracle worker, knew exactly what to do. He pulled you in, connecting your lips quickly.

"You're adorable. There's nothing cuter than you." He mumbled, giving you a crooked smile. "The fact you think other wise is insulting. You're like.. The fuckin' cutest thing ever. Like, you're so soft. And I know people who say that come off as if they're reaching for compliments but honestly? I wouldn't change you for the way you are." He shrugged.

Your eyes scavenged his for any sort of lie. That he was trying to make you feel better with absolutely no true empathy behind his words. But you came up empty handed.

"Like, do you know how hard it is for me to like.. Not show you off? I just wanna walk down the street and go 'look suckers! This is my mutha' fuckin' partner! You can't even imagine landing someone so hot!'" He raised his voice, cupping his mouth to make himself even louder. You gave a nervous laugh.

"Please don't do that..." Please, don't.

He gave a cheeky wink to you, sticking his cheek out as he did. "I said it's hard for me not to do, not that I would. I know how you get with attention, baby and I'm gonna do my best to make sure you're content in your own skin because I love you." He brought your knuckle to his lips, giving you a kiss and feigning a knight.

"Whether you're black, white, fuckin'... Green or thin."

Green?

You couldn't help but laugh at that. Taking your dumb ass boyfriend by the jaw and kissing him once again.

"You're so stupid."

"I know." He hummed back, content. "Now what's for dinner for real? I'm starving."

[nether-before]

I'm gonna be real, I was never huge on your portrayal of Callie before, but after reading that post that explained your headcanons, something clicked and now I'm FEELING it. Up until now I guess I thought you were just drawing her like that just because and thought it didn't fit the character, but after reading the reasoning behind it... omg, flipped like a switch, you're actually a genius.

Like, I LOVE headcanons about the idols that acknowledge how much the industry and being in it sucks moderately to severely for almost everyone in it irl... ESPECIALLY for the Squid Sisters, because they were teenagers when they started being idols, as opposed to Off The Hook and Deep Cut being in their twenties at their debuts. They also, to me, seem to be the most "by the books" idols the game has seen, at least in Splat 1. Pearl and Marina seem to be self-made, and Pearl had the wealth and connections to get the band rolling without signing any contracts. Deep Cut was also wealthy from the start, and thus likely has more power over themselves since they won't lose everything if they go out of style or fail to be 100% optimally marketable. The Squid Sisters, though? Farm girls found by a talent scout. They DEFINITELY belonged to an agency and signed some things they didn't fully understand. Thus, potential for angst, criticism of a shitty industry, something something capitalism...

Also also, I am a fucking SUCKER for the "weight gain as an outward signifier of mental/emotional healing" trope. Makes me go gaga EVERY time. I was saved by antidepressants after a lifetime of being The Skinny Kid, which doesn't seem to be that uncommon an experience on this website, so I connect to this sort of thing a great deal. Thin character who's been through some shit finally finds themselves in a better life, and as a result puts on weight? Already great. If, additionally, they struggle with it at first but eventually realize, accept and internalize that they're healthier in this state than they were while skinny but in a state of constant anguish? EXCELLENT. A+. Just like me fr.

And so, to cap off this wall of text, can I just end by saying that I'm pretty basic with my Squid Sisters hcs, ok? Yours do not align with mine, but I'm not the kind of person who gets upset about that. To the contrary; I LOVE conflicting hcs. I love when fandom is a conversation, not a consensus. I love when different people see the same character in different ways. And your take is one I don't see ANYWHERE else. I respect the hell out of you for boldly going your own way. I ALSO respect how you were not shy and went all-in on a rarely depicted but very real female body type that's mostly relegated to OCs. Your Callie isn't just chubby or curvy, and she isn't even just fat, she's really fat. She's an absolute unit. She has muscle under that fat, bulky and strong muscle like she pumps iron on the daily. She's got wide shoulders and thick fingers and a chest like a barrel and a huge belly. She's built like a brick shithouse. AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN GIVE HER BIG BOOBS, THEY'RE STILL SMALL.

You NEVER see this in fandom unless we're drawing orcs or dwarves, and hell even then it remains rare, despite women like this existing in real life. You portray a broad-framed, strongfat farm girl with a small chest, and you portray her as not only beautiful, not only a social butterfly, but as an absolute girly-girl fashionista glitter diva material girl supreme. What few instances of truly boulder-suplexing women we get are typically relegated to barbarians or aggressive tanky fighters, and they're almost always butch.

YOU say you can bench press a steer and make cars sag when you sit in them, but still be 100% femme. YOU say a girl can be an arm wrestling champ at the local biker bar AND gossip with her besties at the mall while holding 5 pink shopping bags. YOU say girliness, glitter and the colour pink have no size limit, that a woman can own a wide variety of dumbells and lipstick colours alike, that physical strength and being pretty are NOT mutually exclusive.

I've flipped like a dime on this, OP. Thank you for being so unashamedly original and positive in your portrayal of Callie.

HELL YEAH!! This was great to read, and I'm happy to see she kind of resonated with you with the whole "weight gain as emotional healing" thing. Love when art impacts people! Thanks for this.

[lollytea]

((Part One of my Showbiz AU exposition posts!! Sorry my demons took over. I have more to say but this was already getting too long so I have to chop it up. The actual meat of the AU coming tomorrow.))

Willow Park was discovered in a supermarket when she was two years old while happily swinging her chubby legs back and forth in a shopping cart baby seat, teething on a rainbow coloured set of plastic keys. Her parents were offered the opportunity to get her into commercial modeling for a fat check.

Maybe if the circumstances had been different, Gilbert and Harvey would have rejected the offer on the spot. However, things were not going financially well in the Park household. Harvey had recently been let go from his job and Gilbert was already disowned by his parents, so they didn't have their support to fall back on. And they were scared. They were scared of what would become of Willow if they couldn't afford to take care of her.

The rules they applied to this whole venture were simple. The second it appeared that this lifestyle was taking a negative effect on Willow, they pull her out of it immediately and try something else.

So Willow became a baby model. And the overlap between model and actor was thin enough that she quickly stumbled into the latter. Mainly commercials and movie/TV roles with anywhere from one to a handful of lines. But it paid well and even though she was little, she seemed to enjoy it. She had a captivating stage presence. She was silly and clumsy but directors and audiences found that charming.

When Willow was four, she began repeatedly bumping into another little girl at auditions and they drew little crayon doodles together on the edges of their scripts while they waited their turn. Soon enough, Willow Park and Amity Blight were best friends and lit up every time they saw each other in those high ceiling audition rooms with the weird squeaky floors.

But when Willow was six, going on seven, she did an awful lot of growing. And that changed everything.

Amity had always booked more roles than Willow, but that had never bothered her because she had never known any different. And besides, Willow had always gotten SOMETHING at least.

Willow enjoyed acting and her Dads made sure to never make her aware that they relied on her income for fear of putting that huge responsibility on her shoulders. To her, it wasn't a job, just a fun thing she did.

But once she reached a certain age, it became difficult to book any roles at all. Nothing. Nobody wanted her.

Amity, by comparison, seemed to be getting every role personally handed to her. And this was the point where she abruptly severed ties with her best friend, utterly shattering Willow into a million pieces.

Nobody wanted her. Not even her best friend wanted her. Willow didn't know what had changed so suddenly but it burned under her skin. There was something inherently wrong with her. Nobody wanted her.

Harvey and Gilbert quickly noticed the damage that acting had done to their daughter's self esteem so they quickly drew further away from the spotlight before things got any worse.

Willow did not retire from acting completely. There was still maybe one or two background roles a year. Usually no lines. Just to keep them financially afloat. By this point, both Harvey and Gilbert had found ways to bring home money. It wasn't a lot and they were still scraping by but ultimately, Willow's childhood, education and future were to be prioritized so sacrifices had to be made.

They hoped to retain some sense of normalcy to Willow's life. So, after a year and a half of Harvey's home schooling, Willow was enrolled in public school, where she remained from the ages of 7 to 13.

This was supposed to make things better. And in a way, it did. Or at least it gave Willow the necessary experience to navigate the real world and help her develop into a relatively gentle, wise and down to earth soul. But it was also absolute Hell.

Harvey had always presumed that his daughter was a late bloomer and never thought much of it when she was still reading at a kindergarten level at age 7, but it presented itself as a complete abomination of a problem once she was thrown into the public school system.

Willow was dyslexic. This severely hindered her academic performance, as well as severely hindering her classmates' ability to leave her the fuck alone.

Willow doesn't like to talk about the period of her life where she attended public school. Except maybe in therapy. Or to Hunter at 3:34AM after he's told her something debatably more fucked up about his own childhood. But this was the only point in her life where she felt completely and utterly alone in this world.

She had her Dads, she'd always have her Dads. But she kept the brunt of her misery to herself because she knew that they would make her problems their problems and they were struggling enough as it was.

It was for her. Everything they did was for her. She eavesdropped on the heated debates they had late at night (They should've been asleep too. They had work in the morning) over what the next move was.

They were both painfully aware that Willow's full time acting career brought in the most money but if she didn't want to be in show business anymore, they needed to do whatever it took to make sure she could stay in school and her future was bright. College, university, whatever she wanted. (Harvey had tirelessly studied the best career opportunities and not-so-sutbly attempted to get her on board.)

Truth be told, Willow didn't know what she wanted. All she knew for sure was that she couldn't stay in public school a moment longer. She didn't know how to feel about acting these days. It was a mixed bag. But it was definitely preferable to the torture chamber of a middle school girls bathroom.

When Willow was thirteen, she reactivated her acting career, and she did it with a smile on her face. She hoped that her parents could maybe sleep soundly for the first time in six years.

She got lucky. Miraculously lucky. She wasn't sure if she believed in God after the last six years but SOMEBODY out there was looking out for her. Because near immediately, they found a casting call that read: "Age 12-14. Female. Plus size. Non-White." A casting call that Willow had never seen in all her years in show business, (at least not the ones her Dads approved of) let alone for a gig in one of the most popular tweenage networks on television. And this was no background position either, but a lead role.

If Willow could book this, her family would be set.

So, she read for the role. Well, she memorized the script after staying up till 2am with Gilbert. And she put her acting experience to use by pretending to read a script.

And that was how Willow booked the role of Paulina on television's upcoming tween phenomenon 'Hexside', a series about wacky shenanigans in a witches high school.

She was quick to learn that while she would have a significant presence on the show, she was not the leading lady, but rather, the ditzy quirky best friend.

The actual protagonist and Willow's co-star who she'll be spending the next several months with? (and possibly years if season 1 is a success)

Amity Blight.

[sanityshorror]

the julius redraw of my beloved patrick led to julius becoming my other beloved. they're both so.....😍*chef's kiss* 💋could you please write a scenario about these two pretty boy psychos meeting each other for the first time? thank you❤️

Awe thank you so much, I'm glad you love Julius! I put so much work into him and I'm working on soooo many projects about him 👀 As for the scenario, I apologize but I really don't have time and I don't write fanfiction involving my own characters (I created Julius, to be clear; he's my character 😭) BUT I can tell you my silly HCs of if somehow their different universes collided and they met!

Given Patrick's personality and knowing Julius' like the back of my hand, unfortunately I do not see any sort of friendship ever forming between the two. Neither of the men are prone to form a genuine bond with anyone. Now, I can confirm that there are a few exceptions for Julius but it's very, very, very few. As for Patrick, it's up to one's interpretation of if he can/does form a true bond, I personally interpret him to be similar to Julius: no, with extremely rare exceptions.

While I do not see a genuine bond being able to form between the two, I absolutely do see them both as having a mutually beneficial fake-friendship. They're both east coast, coked up, sex addicted, rich white men who lead double/multiple lives and are deceptive as all hell. They both are also very obsessive over image, appearance and social status/perception. Now what I absolutely do believe would happen is Patrick forming an obsessive infatuation but intense jealousy towards Julius due to multiple reasons.

I'll explain:

Julius was born in a working class family during the Victorian era who immigrated to America and became a mainly self made multi-billionaire (being married to the Boss of the Boston Irish Mob brings in a lot of money on top of his own very successful business). Patrick on the other hand, despite being born into wealth still doesn't hold a candle to Julius' riches. Patrick may own a Manhattan penthouse but Julius could buy the entire building if he wanted to, and without batting an eye at the price tag given the multi-millions that roll in weekly for him.

That brings me to another reason: sheer status and power. Julius is so elite that brand names mean nothing to him and he sees brand names as something for the poor. Julius owns a very popular, top of the line, extremely expensive dress shop and boutique. Everything is hand made by him (he doesn't even use sewing machines), one of a kind and the man is talented. His shop is so revered you need an appointment just to get in and people will save up for years and fly across the country, even across the ocean to get a dress. (Of course, only the lucky actually leave the shop....) Basically, Julius' wealth and god like status (he can literally have anything he wants, whenever he wants and gets endless attention) is something Patrick would, though be very jealous of, lead Patrick to suck up to Julius. Our boy Patrick would set his homophobia aside in a second if it meant being seen going into Doherty's Dress Shop without needing an appointment.

Julius would look down on Patrick. He would find him annoying and pathetic. However Julius loves attention and loves people sucking up to him (and loves cocaine-murder buddies) so he probably wouldn't kill Patrick as long as Patrick played his cards right and didn't challenge him. I see Julius using Patrick as a verbal punching bag and forcing him to smuggle drugs and traffic humans and other shit, and probably also just make him do degrading things like "I'll let you enter my store wherever you want if you suck my boot until you jizz in your pants hahahaha nasty bitch" just for shits and giggles. And Patrick probably would because oh that sweet sweet sweet status.

Julius also would make fun of Patrick for being 'short and fat'. Patrick is said to be 6'0 and 190lbs whereas Julius, who is anorexic, stands at 6'5 (in the human leather boots he always wears, he's 6'2 without them) and horrific mere 135lbs (please seek help if you struggle with eating, you deserve it/gen). I think they would both feed into each other's body issues and obsession with perfection.

It would be interesting to see them meet, I must admit that lol.

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Word Count: 3.8k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), slight Angel Dust x OC

Summary: "Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language

Author's Note: Figured I would post this since it's all finished.

Angel Dust grabbed for the lighter next to his abandoned pack of cigarettes. Next, he picked up the vanilla scented candle he’d recently picked out. With a strike of the lighter, he lit the wick. The glow of the candle illuminated his calm smile. After putting down the candle, he sat on his bed, taking in the room. 

He’d been keeping to himself these last few days–taking what little time he had between shoots to clean. It took him a few days to sort through all of his laundry and toss out the shredded and stained garments. Afterwards, he had to reorganize his closet. What was once an unkempt mess was now the picture of cleanliness. Every shirt had a hanger, every skirt had a drawer. Every pair of shoes had its place at the bottom of his closet. 

He’d even made time to go through his makeup and toss out the expired products. Not to mention he’d been able to deep clean the carpeted floors. Even the mattress he sat on was cleaned–adorned with fresh sheets. He’d also washed Fat Nuggets’ pig bed so that he would have a comfortable place to lay now that he didn’t have a plethora of laundry piles to pick from. 

Speaking of Fat Nuggets, he was currently getting water from his new fountain. Angel clasped his hands together watching him move over to his little section of their room. He lay back on the bed, his back hitting the soft sheets. He looked up at the ceiling, content with all that he’d accomplished. In truth, he owed this victory to Husk for kicking him in the pants. 

He was living like a slob these last few months. Well really his whole life–topside included. Angel was never the neatest person, but he didn’t have to be. Other people enabled him for as long as he could remember. And in Hell it was no different. But, perhaps that was the problem. With sycophants ready and willing to accept him as he was, and not implore him to do better, this was all was expected of him. Angel had to do better, he realized. So he would. There was never much fun in chores–but chores meant that he was at least catering to his basic needs. 

That didn’t mean that he still couldn’t have fun. Never. He still wanted to drink and dance and do things like shop and eat out. But he’d at least start putting in an effort to do his fucking laundry. That way Fat Nuggets didn’t have to worry about his bed being obscured by a mountain of Angel’s discarded outfits. 

Angel inhaled the vanilla scent around him, savoring it. He looked forward to doing absolutely nothing today–intent on focusing on self-care today. 

But then his phone started to buzz from across the room. 

Angel groaned, and looked at the screen. Jax was calling. 

“Yeah?”

“Mr. Valentino has requested that you attend a meeting with a business partner of his in his stead.”

Angel Dust perked up. Had he heard him right? Val was asking him to oversee a pitch meeting? Angel stood quickly and blew out his candle. 

“When’s the meetin’?” 

“Two hours, a car will be sent for you.” 

Angel heard a click and immediately began searching through his closet. Once he tossed his phone on the bed behind him, he started moving apart the hangers with all four of his hands. He needed something more…elegant. A pencil skirt at the most, with no shoulder pads. Angel tapped his fingers absentmindedly on his upper arms, peering into the many drawers his closet now had. 

Then, it hit him. If he remembered correctly, there was one top he could wear with some high-waisted black trousers. Angel found the blouse quickly enough. It was a sleeveless white tank with a high neckline. He also pulled out a hot pink blazer he’d taken off set from when he played an overbearing girlboss. As for the high-waisted trousers, they were skin tight and long with white buttons. He would be able to wear a pair of classy black pumps with them without issue. 

Angel threw all of his chosen clothing onto the bed behind him. First, he’d shower. Then he’d style his hair for the occasion–not much. He didn’t want to appear overdressed or too done up. This was a simple pitch meeting, nothing too exciting. But still, he wanted to conduct himself well so that if Val wanted to give him other responsibilities, he could do so without worry.

Without any more delay, Angel Dust hopped into the shower and removed the layer of dust and dirt he’d accumulated after cleaning every nook and cranny of his room. He knew that he’d be spending the most of his time drying off, so he was quick beneath the water. Once he was out, he clad himself in a towel and sat at his vanity. 

First things first, he blew out his hair with the hair dryer, giving the fluff at the top of his head a distinct and flirty curl. Next he began applying his makeup, dragging a wand of mascara through his lashes, and choosing a classy nude shade of lipstick. He puckered his lips, smiling at his reflection. 

Angel was meticulous when he dried the rest of his body. After a few minutes, he began assembling his outfit. Once he was all dressed and ready, he was excited about how perfectly everything came together. The best thing about it was that it didn’t even look like a costume. It looked like this was how he could always look if he truly wanted to. 

Angel glanced at himself in the mirror one last time before choosing a small black purse to carry all of his things with him. He looked at his phone for the time. It seemed he had about a half an hour to kill before the car would arrive. It was a good thing that he knew just how to spend that time.

The walk from his bedroom to the bar was second nature at this point. He barely needed to watch where he was walking as he knew every twist and turn. He looked around the corner, seeing Husk’s hunched shoulders behind the bar. Angel didn’t need to announce his presence, as Husk seemed to pick up on his arrival by the sound of his footsteps. 

“Well well well, what are you all dolled up for?”

Angel slid onto his stool, “I’ve been asked to oversee a pitch meetin' with a partner of Val’s.” 

Husk nodded along, “You look excited.”

“I am,” Angel said. “I’ve neva done it solo before.”

“It sounds like fun,” Husk said, but he was mostly being polite. Angel knew that he had no idea what Angel was talking about. Still, it was sweet of him to try. 

“What are you doin’ later?”

Husk took a moment to gesture around him instead of responding. 

Angel smirked at his sass. “What do you do all day when I’m off at work, anyway?”

Husk shrugged his shoulders. “Man the bar, practice card tricks,” he looked at Angel from the corner of his eye, “look in on your pig.”

Angel Dust gasped, his elbows hitting the table. “You take care of Fat Nuggets when I’m away?” 

Husk closed his eyes, like he regretted telling Angel. “I just make sure his water dish is full,” he said. “I also make sure he’s eating.” When Husk looked at Angel, he groaned.

“Holy shit,” Angel said under his breath. “You’re a big softy, ain’t ya, Husky?” He asked, raising a hand to poke at Husk’s cheek.

“He has to get exercise–

“You even take him on walks!?”

Husk stopped talking, turning around so that he could mess with some bottles on the bar. 

“No wonder he hasn’t wanted to go anywhere!” Angel exclaimed. “I can’t believe this.”

Husk looked back at Angel, a faint blush on his cheeks. “We can walk him together next time,” he offered. 

Angel blinked a few times before a smile stretched across his face. “I’d like that, this meetin' shouldn’t take any more than three hours. Will you be free then?”

Husk took a moment to respond. “Yeah,” he said, too shy to turn around. 

“It’s a date,” Angel said, standing up from his stool. “We’ll walk our son when I get off work.”

Husk’s cheeks lit up, his hands fumbling the bottle he was holding and nearly dropping it. He looked over to Angel, who had already gathered his things and moved towards the hotel doors.

The car that picked up Angel was fancier than anything he’d rode in before. It seemed that Valentino got himself an upgrade with all the money his last picture made. Angel patted himself on the back as he sat in the back, crossing his legs with the ample leg room showing his ass on camera bought. Jax was in the passenger seat messing with something in a briefcase. He pulled out a manilla folder and handed it back to Angel. 

“Read over this script quickly, I’ve annotated the sections that are important.”

Angel grabbed the flimsy folder and pulled out the rather flimsy script. He looked over the highlighted sections that Jax made notes beside. His handwriting was fancier than Angel expected, though he wrote in all capital letters. 

STEAMY SHOWER SCENE

BEDROOM MASTURBATION SCENE

Angel continued through the packet. “Huh, I feel like I’ve seen all of this before.”

“You have,” Jax said simply. “Which is why Mr. Valentino wants you to reject this pitch.”

Angel nodded along. “He basically wants me to do a master cut of all my best scenes from other productions. Goodbye residuals.” He palmed through the rest of the documents. He noted a small red envelope. “What’s this?”

“Mr. Valentino would like you to sever our relationship with this partner of his.”

Angel Dust raised an eyebrow, but tucked everything back into his manilla folder. He sat back in his seat. His excitement for the pitch meeting was dampened slightly. Not because he had to reject the pitch–but because he now had better plans afterwards. He smiled to himself, thinking about just what Husk looked like taking Fat Nuggets on a walk. Did he look grumpy? Or did he prefer his pig’s company to his own? Did he dote on him? The whole idea created a flutter in his chest–a warmth that emanated through the rest of his body. He wanted to be home already.

But before he could go home, he had to destroy the dreams of Val’s partner and the pathetic writer that brought Val this lackluster script. Angel looked out the window and realized they were approaching their target. The offices were quite modest, nothing like Guerrero’s or Vercelli’s. But, they had been working with Valentino for years. His relationship with Valentino must have just began–or it had been on the decline for a while. 

“We’ve arrived,” Jax said as the car stopped. He got out. 

Angel Dust followed him out, hooking his purse onto his shoulder. He let Jax lead him from the sidewalk and up the stairs to the office building. He took one last glance at the car behind him. This wouldn’t take long.

“We’ve come to meet with Mr. Jullien for the pitch,” Jax said with little emotion to the secretary in the lobby. 

“Yes, he is in another meeting currently, I’ll take you to the conference room to wait,” he said, standing up from his desk and leading the way. 

Jax allowed Angel Dust to follow in front of him so he got a good look at the offices they passed. He looked around, seeing white walls and beautifully decorated office space. There were paintings and fancy wall sconces. If this director was making decent money, then why would Val sever–

Angel Dust’s eyes went wide as he passed another conference room. He stopped abruptly and Jax nearly slammed into him. 

“Angel?”

Angel looked at Jax and continued walking. “Sorry about that, my heel almost fell off,” he lied. He’d only been able to see his back, but Angel knew that silhouette anywhere. It was Spitzers.

“Please wait here, Mr. Jullien will be in shortly.”

With that, the secretary excused himself and made his way out of the conference room. Angel took a seat at the far end of the table, and Jax sat beside him on his right. He took in the room. More white walls, more fancy carpet. There was a conference phone in the center of the table. A large TV hung on the wall on the other side of the room–likely for presentations. He gave a glance towards Jax. 

He wondered if Jax knew anything about why Jullien was being fired. It was unlikely, but Jax was capable enough to draw his own conclusions. Afterall, he was able to witness what happened to Brut in real time. He had to have his own opinions regarding that utter failure. 

But still, Angel kept quiet. So what if he knew about everything? It’s not as if either of them were in a position to act against orders. Angel shrugged and crossed his legs in his chair. He looked at his manila folder and opened it up. He gave the documents another read through and began to prepare himself. 

He noted three good things about the script, and three things Jullien could work on with his director. He loved his formatting, stage direction and visualizations. While the material wasn’t unique, there were a lot of elements that made it his own. But, it was a rip-off of Valentino’s work plain and simple. It was likely to lose them money in the long-run. 

The door opened suddenly and Angel’s attention was drawn to a shorter demon in a suit. He walked into the room, and towards the both of them. Angel and Jax stood as Jullien outstretched his hand to Angel first, then Jax.

“It’s great to see you today,” he said happily. “I’m hoping the script was to your liking.”

Angel nodded, “A great read,” he looked over at Jax for support–seeing as how he was the one to actually read it. 

Jax nodded along as well. 

“It was a relief to get a call back regarding this script. I know Valentino wants perfection from his directors, and I sought to give him just that.”

Angel smiled stiffly. Rip-offs maybe, he thought to himself as he sat back down. “Mr. Valentino recognizes that you’ve done an excellent job.”

“Marvelous news, will we be discussing scheduling today? I can call the director immediately to discuss–

“Unfortunately, Mr. Valentino has decided that he will no longer be workin' wit' your company.” Angel said as he pulled out the red envelope from the manilla folder. 

Jullien gasped, shock registering on his face for a moment before overwhelming anger took its place. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Jax left Angel Dust inside at the front desk while he arranged to have the car come back. The meeting didn’t last nearly as long as he thought. Angel wasn’t intending on pulling out the card until the end of their meeting, but to be honest, Jullien was acting really pompous. It was like he didn’t even realize that he was ripping off other directors’ hard work. There was even a shibari scene that he knew was directly pulled from Guerrero’s latest picture–and it was just released. How dense could you be? Angel thought as he crossed his arms. 

“Looks like you made it out of there unscathed,” Angel heard a familiar voice say from beside him. 

He looked over at Spitzers, a smile going to his face. “He doesn’t take rejection well,” Angel commented. “You might wanna make yourself scarce. He probably knows you’re the reason Val cut him loose.”

Spitzers chuckled. “My first deal back in this ring and Val already caught wind of it.”

“He’s a real basta’d,” Angel said.

Spitzers dipped his head low, his voice lower. “You never answered me before.”

Angel knew immediately what he was referring to. All those months ago when Spitzers had his meeting with Guerrerro–when he asked him if their fling was worth it. Angel considered his question. His answer would have been a resounding “yes” in the moment. Val using it against Brut and Agony turned their moment to ashes in his mouth, however. Now that there were months between him and the guilt he felt following their termination…

“We had fun, for sure,” Angel Dust said, closing his eyes. “But don’t you think we should be focusing on other things?”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

Angel looked over at him. “You clearly have a knack for this business,” Angel said. “If you’re itching to invest–invest in yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

Angel Dust looked around the lobby–noting that even the secretary was gone, likely out to lunch. He rummaged through his purse quickly and pulled out a pen. He took Spitzers’ arm and began writing something on it. He held his hand for a moment, and stared into his eyes. 

“If you can’t work with Valentino, why not become Valentino?”

Spitzers looked down at his arm, at two phone numbers etched onto his skin. Before he had a chance to respond, Angel had already sauntered off.

“So where do you usually go on your walks?” Angel Dust asked, sucking down his celebratory iced coffee as Husk gingerly placed Fat Nugget’s leash on him. 

Husk stood and Fat Nuggets giddily began running towards the door. He tightened his grip on the leash, not letting him get far. “It varies, sometimes I have errands to run.”

“I can’t picture you and my pig going to the post office,” Angel poked fun.

Husk let out a scoff. “The girls love him there,” he said. 

Angel Dust gasped, throwing a hand out and catching Husk on the shoulder. “You’re jokin’.”

Husk didn’t respond, instead he just led the two of them out the door. 

Angel Dust watched as Fat Nuggets waddled happily down the sidewalk. He followed by Husk’s side–which Husk must have taught him, because Angel certainly didn’t. Fat Nuggets was as undisciplined as his father. It looked like a little bit of regulation did his pig good, and he recognized that it also did himself good. 

Angel was finding joy in being outside on a walk rather than cooped up in his room avoiding Charlie. His room was clean and his laundry was done and put away. Things were going well with Cherri, too–he no longer felt the need to avoid responding to her texts when they came in. Things were going…great. And that concept was as foreign to Angel as the feeling that was overcoming him on their walk today. 

“What?” Husk asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hmm?” Angel asked, realizing that he was staring at Husk intently as he pondered. “Nothin’.”

“We’re almost at the deli, you hungry?”

“There’s a deli up this way?” Angel asked, ignoring the question.

“Yeah, we visit sometimes–the wraps are great.”

Angel’s mouth started watering. He skipped lunch, so he was starving. He hoped that Husk couldn’t hear his stomach growling. “Well, if it’s close,” Angel said, hiding his smile from Husk. 

In a few minutes, Husk opened the door to the deli and Angel was hit with the inviting smell of fresh bread beckoning him forward. If his mouth had stopped watering before, this was surely going to make it start up again. 

“Look who’s back,” someone called from behind the counter. “Bess, the pig is here.”

“Fat Nuggets!” A girl yelled from the kitchen. 

Angel heard dainty footfalls speeding towards them. A small imp began racing towards Fat Nuggets and he greeted her happily. Angel heard Fat Nuggets oink happily at their reunion. He looked over at Husk, who shrugged. 

“Glad to see the boyfriend this time,” the imp behind the counter said, not looking up from his crossword. 

“We’re here for lunch,” Husk said, ignoring the comment. “Hit us up with two wraps. To go.”

“You don’t want to stay?” Bess asked, her eyes wide. 

Husk looked over at Angel, asking him with his eyes what he’d like to do.

“We can stay for a bit,” Angel nodded at him. 

Husk sighed. Deeply. He wrestled for his wallet and tossed over some cash to the imp. He rang him up quickly and shot a look over at Bess to get back to work. 

“Okay, I’m going,” she said regretfully. “I’ll be back with your food.” She made her way back to the kitchen sadly. Just when Angel thought they’d be rid of her, she popped her head back out. “And a snack for Fat Nuggets.”

Husk grabbed them a booth and sat opposite Angel–who was smiling widely. When he looked up, he groaned. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Angel said with a shit-eating grin. 

Husk blushed, “You don’t need to, I know what you’re thinking.”

“You really should treat your boyfriend with more respect,” Angel lectured him. “Afterall, you and your boyfriend are on a date right now.”

Husk rose from the booth, clearly done with Angel’s teasing. Angel stood and caught him by the shoulders, forcing him to sit back down, 

“I was jokin’, I was jokin’,” Angel said, giggling. “Gosh, don’t get so embarrassed.”

Husk kept his eyes closed, his cheeks stained red. “When I brought Fat Nuggets in here before, Belise asked if I was his owner.” He looked past Angel and towards Belise at the counter. “But I’m not sure how me answering ‘no’ turned into me walking him for my boyfriend,” he said, eyes glaring over at the imp. 

Belise waved, “I used to walk somebody’s pet–that’s how I got Bess.” He gestured towards the kitchen.

Angel looked back at Husk, who promptly hid his ever-reddening face in his hands. 

“I’m never coming here again,” Husk said, clearly mortified.

Angel laughed, patting Husk on the shoulder. “It’s okay, Husky. We don’t have to tell ‘em I’m your boyfriend,” Angel cooed.

“You could do worse, Husky,” Belise said.

“Could everyone please stop talking?”

“Order up,” Bess said, carrying two trays of food their way. She even had a little plate on top of her head–for presentation. She placed their trays in front of them and then grabbed the other and put it on the floor. She cut up some fresh veggies for Fat Nuggets. 

Angel gasped lightly, seeing at how happy Fat Nuggets was. He grabbed his phone and snapped a picture quickly. “Isn’t he just the cutest?” Angel asked, showing the picture to Husk.

“He’s spoiling his dinner,” Husk said, tearing at the wrapping their lunch came in. He opened his mouth wide and took a bite. 

Angel laughed at his phone and turned it to Husk again, so he could see the photo he got of him eating. “You look cute when you eat, too.”

Husk glared at Angel and turned away from him as he ate. “Would you just eat?”

Angel put down his phone and smiled. He grabbed the first sustenance he’d had this whole day and began chowing down. It might have been the hunger talking–but this was the best wrap he’d ever fucking had. The tomatoes were fresh and crispy, the onions were zingy and there wasn’t too much lettuce. The meat was moist too! 

“Fuck, Husky, this is so good,” Angel said, nearly moaning.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he lectured. “But, yeah, it’s good.”

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Mimzy facts or hcs pls 👀

(Okay so there will be less facts but that's because these facts are longer and have a lot more lore.)

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(Triggerwarning for Eating disorders, fatphobia, sexual assult, and other disgusting topics. Please be warned. Mimzy's story is fucked up.)

Mimzy is someone who is always sick. Mimzy hates her body. Growing up in the 1900's and being a young woman in 1915-1920, being fat was not acceptable. She was constantly made fun of publicly and privately. (Incase you were wondering, the ideal body type for woman in the 20's was very skinny and very straight. Flappers would actually bind their chests to make their boobs smaller.) Mimzy, being a fat short woman, has alot of curves and bigger chest. This made being a flapper alot harder. This mockery and resentment made Mimzy want to be "beautiful". She is constantly on diets, she works out all the time, she's barely eats anything. If she happens to eat a healthy meal then 30 minutes later Mimzy is over the toilet making herself puke. Mimzy hates her body and wants to change it. Because she's so sick, she's also really tired all the time.

Mimzy is not a pleasant person when you first met her. She is crabby and snappy. If you stick around you'll see how sweet and caring she actually is.

Mimzy is a amazing singer and piano player. (That's why she's a siren. Also she robs bad men.)

Mimzy was murdered by her manager. When Mimzy began to take off, her manager began to get harsher and meaner. More practice, more drinking, more diets. Her manager then tried to make Mimzy sleep with him. Mimzy is a sex repulsed asexual. She refused. It didn't end well. He was never prosecuted.

Mimzy doesn't trust alot of men, with good reason. The only men she really trusts is Angel, Alastor, and Husk. She hates Valentino. Absolutely despises him. She neutral on Vox.

Mimzy is unaware of Alastor's crush on her. She doesn't believe that anyone could love someone like her. Oh wrong she is.

Alastor actually made Mimzy's costume she wears now. The costume she feel in hell in was super reveling (her manager made her wear it), tore up, and Mimzy never liked it. When she met Alastor, one of the first people she met, he made a outfit SHE liked. She's worn it ever since.

Mimzy really likes flowers. Roses are her favorite. You can tell by her costume.

Mimzy is a big girls girl. She's a feminist that has fought for woman's rights for YEARS, in her human life and demon life.

Mimzy has a less dramatic view like Alastor on Charlie's Hotel. She doesn't believe that Charlie can get them to heaven, but she's willing to try.

Mimzy really likes Valerie. She she's alot of herself in Valerie and knows what it's like to be abused by men.

Mimzy takes Valerie out to do fun things sometimes. Shopping, cafes, parks. Whatever Valerie wants to do.

Mimzy is a social butterfly. She'll talk to anyone she trusts for hours.

Mimzy has sung on Alastor's radio broadcasts. When she first opened her Jazz Club she didn't know how to advertise her jazz club. Alastor suggested that she sing on his broadcast so people would know how beautiful of a singer she is. People showed up slowly to the jazz club after that broadcast. (Alastor threatened some of them.)

Mimzy is a particular smoker. She hates alcohol, absolutely despises it.

Sorry that there isn't alot of facts like the others. Hope the information makes up for it.

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

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So @lizery @nelost and I were talking and imagine like a

VashWood Florist-Tattoo Artist AU

- They have their shops set up on opposite sides of the street

- Rem owns the flower shop and Vash is one of her employees, Wolfwood owns the tattoo shop across from them

- Meryl and Milly are their landlords

- Wolfwood and Livio are roommates

- Livio works as a mortician and owns a morgue in the same building as Wolfwood and he sometimes sends Wolfwood to get some flowers for him to make the place look nicer (he seems to need them more often since he found out his roommate fancies the cute florist across the street for some reason. And Rem also tries to set them up with each other every chance she gets)

- and who would Wolfwood be to say no. After all he'd be able to see a certain spikey haired someone

- so they slowly get to know one another after months of just starring at each other through the window and then quickly looking away with a big fat blush on their face when they get caught

- there's like the occasional flirting and some awkward moments, the usual

- Knives also owns a coffee shop next to the flower shop (we couldn't decide if Legato is a weird obsessive Knives stalker in this one or his cook who admirers him a little too much but I personally like the second option more even though the first one would be more in character)

- Knives also notices that his brother starts to like the stinky guy he sees every morning when opening his coffee shop who smokes 2 whole packs of cigarettes before he has to open his own and he absolutely hates it (he's sometimes seen glaring out of the window and his regulars are getting concerned)

(- Knives shop also has a white bench infront of it in the outside sitting area iykwim)

- so anyway, one day it's pouring outside and Vash obviously forgot his umbrella so Wolfwood offered him to take him home on his motorcycle

- newsflash: they both got soaked

- when they arrive at Vashs place Vash invites Wolfwood in to dry off and offers him new clothes. But the storm get's so bad that Wolfwood can't leave (like full on hurricane or some shit) and then one thing leads to another, you know the drill "only one bed" and so on

- they start dating and after a little over a year when Vash is on a business trip in the Netherlands to buy flowers etc where he dragged Wolfwood along, Wolfwood proposes on a romantic date in a tulip field

((- Legato lives in the apartment right next to Wolfwood and Livio and one morning when Vash leaves their apartment, a little after him and Wolfwood started dating (without ever telling his brother about it), Knives is leaving at the same time from Legatos and let's just say hell breaks loose))

((we will probably draw some of it out as soon as we have time for it but for now I hope this is enough))

[caffeine-clouds]

Me again! I think it goes without saying Sonic Frontiers had some great writing and fixed a lot of characters. Assuming the writing stays the same, who do you think should be the next character to have their personality fixed? I think Shadow!

Hello again anon! Oho! I absolutely agree with you there - I think Shadow needs some depth the most out of the cast right now. Silver is mostly fine - he just needs things to do, Rouge is pretty consistent - but each game will use a slider to determine how selfish or not selfish she is, and Blaze... yeah she's fine, just give her some damn screentime.

Shadow is the glaring, gaping hole that needs to be addressed. So in a world where I somehow snuck into SEGA headquarters and wrote Shadow's character for the next game - I wanted to say how I'd approach his character:

The less appealing way, to me, is to make him act back how he was in the 06 era. I LOVE 06 Shadow, he's my favourite Shadow - but that version of him is a far cry from the personality we've seen from him in the past decade. I wouldn't complain if this happened but I think there's a smarter way to go about this.

In much the same way as Tails was dealt with - I would achknowledge Shadow's portrayals in the latest games and comics - all his assholery, all of his fat ego in the way, and just not giving a damn about the people around him because SEGA decided he's not allowed to have friends now.

So take this asshole, and what do you do with him?

You humble him.

You get him a villain that just absolutely wrecks shop and kicks his shit in so hard that he's forced to rethink his life decisions. Let Shadow be confident entering in - like it's a rehash of Shadow vs. Infinite - but unlike with Infinite, this antagonist trumps him in every single way. This man's ego needs to be stripped the fuck down for any change in his character to happen.

He gets his ass beaten so hard that Sonic, Rouge, Omega or WHOEVER has to come save him, and they have to retreat

Cowards run, I win - Okay bitch, let me put you in a situation you're forced to run from. Is your outlook the same?

The game ensues with Shadow basically being hellbent on destroying this antagonist and trying to fall back into his old habits - but as the story goes on it becomes increasingly clearer that he needs the help of his allies.

Bonus points - I'd want a scene where Shadow's behaviour is actually called out by any of the prior characters, or hell - you want a callback? Let Amy do it - but I want a character to say to his face just how much of a nuisance he's been.

He learns to realise throughout the plot that those around him are not a burden - and are in fact very useful, he learns more about each of his peers - and sees that they all want to give him their friendship and that hey - kindness is kind of nice, actually. Maybe Shadow can admit to why he's been acting the way he has to Rouge and Omega - and finally recieve some damn consoling

I think of a fear of getting close to people is a viable explanation considering a certain blonde 12 year old. Shadow's moved on from tying himself to Maria's last dying wish - but it's undeniable that she and her death has impacted his psyche in many more ways. I hate to beat a dead horse but just as with Tails' recent cowardice in Forces - I did want to explain his turn in character.

In the end - he's able to defeat the villain with the help of his friends. He doesn't end the story with a completely different personality - not at all. On the other end, he's still got a large ego and he's our usual broody blunt man - but he's come out of the story with the realization that it's okay to be vulnerable and lean on others when he needs it. His strongest bonds are still with Rouge and Omega - and he makes the move to properly repair his relationship with them - officially forming Team Dark that will move forward together from now on.

Shadow isn't attached by the hip to them, per say - he has his independence streak, but now - he does actually have at least 2 friends that he works with frequently. But I hope his bond with the others would get to be strengthened as well. His relationship with Sonic is still complicated, but a little less hostile on Shadow's end now.

So yeah, SEGA decided Team Dark aren't a team anymore - so fuck it, I'll just make them a team a second time because I care too much.

Sorry I went on a tangeant because of your ask, anon! But this was really fun to explore. Thank you so much for the question :)

[seradae]

The following is an extremely rambling personal post

I came out as a trans woman when I was 32. Before then, I had identified as genderfluid for ages, but it was more how I felt than the way I presented. To virtually everyone, I was a man, and I was okay with that. Sort of.

While I had known GNC and trans folks growing up, it wasn't something I knew much about, and I certainly didn't consider it as an option. Even if I had spent a decade online "pretending" to be a woman and playing one in every game I could. Hell, I even had a name picked out (Erica), but it was fantasy... Right?

I first seriously considered transitioning when I was 18. At the time, I was friends with a whole bunch of furries, all of whom were queer and many of whom were trans (and all the ones I still keep up with have since come out as some flavor of trans). They were able to answer my questions, and ask me the right ones to make me realize that no, not everyone feels the way I do. Not everyone wishes with every fiber of their being that they had been AFAB. Not everyone thinks about whether they're worthy of feeling right in their body.

I spent so much time thinking about it, and frankly I knew it was what I wanted, but I also thought I knew why it was impossible. Why it was a terrible idea. Not because I wasn't a woman, but for two very specific reasons.

Reason #1: My business partner at the time (I was doing the tech startup thing) and closest friend was a massive transphobe. Unashamedly so. His influence left me with a ton of internalized transphobia, and I knew that it would be the end of that relationship. When I came out on Facebook 14 years later, I blocked him that day so I wouldn't have to see the vitriol.

Reason #2: I thought I would be an ugly woman. Or worse, that I'd look like an ugly man trying to look like a woman. In retrospect, this was a dumb reason, and seeing a post to the effect of "if the thing holding you back from transitioning is that you think you'd be an ugly woman, you're already a woman" was actually a huge part of what spurred me to finally do it. I never liked my face, never liked my skin, never liked my body. Untangling the body dysmorphia from gender dysphoria is still an ongoing process for me, but I feel better about my body now than I ever have before.

So, I'm 32 and I'm a baby trans woman. I don't know shit, but I have an incredibly supportive wife to help me explore myself and learn who I am. I have all these wonderful resources, and things are going well. But I am absolutely full of regret that I can't shake.

Every day, I oscillate between two states: wishing I had transitioned earlier, and knowing that I wouldn't have the life I have now if I had. I knew I couldn't rewind time and change things, but I still felt guilty. I have a wife and kid that I love and wouldn't trade for anything, but I kept thinking about the opportunities I missed.

I thought often about what it could've been like to experience my first makeup (aside from some simple gothy eyeliner and black nail polish) as a teen. Sleepovers with girl friends. Shopping for clothes that would've made me feel comfortable and happy.

I'm sure I would've faced hell, but I already was. I was a depressed kid, bullied throughout my school years, the first out and proud bisexual in a rural high school, fat, and awkward as fuck. But I could've hated myself less, or at least differently.

But a few years in, I don't feel these same regrets anymore. I might not be a teenager, but it doesn't make those firsts any less special. I get to experience them with my loving wife. I get to experience them with money, which is a far cry from my childhood. I get to experience them with the knowledge of how far I've come, and that I fucking made it.

I didn't think I would make it to 18. I didn't think I would make it to 21. I knew I wouldn't make it to 25, for sure. And now I'm closer to 50 than I am 21, even if I've got a ways to go. While I can't see the future, I can say that if I don't make it there, it won't be at my own hand. That's not something I would've been able to say before.

I still think about the "what if"s. It's impossible not to. But I don't regret my transition timeline anymore. I am living my damn life and I'm living it well. It's a good time to be me. Every day is; even the hard ones.

[robynmizore]

Redemption April Fool’s Special Chapter:

The REAL Story of Conquest

Omg hai ^___^ I’m Robyn and I absolutely luuuv @@ games <3 and my fav is Fire Emblem!!! Okies so anyways, im going to tell you about the BEST day of my life when I met my hot husband Takumi!! <333333333 OMFGZ HE WAS SOOOOO FREAKIN KAWAII IN PERSON!!! Supa kawaii desu!!!!!!!! ^______________________________^ When I walked into Hoshido ==I looked up and saw…TAKUMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333!!!! “ KONNICHIWA OMGZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ SUPA SUPA SUPA KAWAII KUJO-SAMA!!!!!” I yelled n___n then he turned chibi then un-chibi!! he looked at me [O.O;;;;;;;;;;;] and then he saw how hot I am ** he grabbed my hand and winked ~_ then pulled me behind a pocky shop o.o and started to kiss me!!!!!! [OMG!!! HIS TONGUE TASTED LIKE PINEAPPLE!!! RLY!! . <.< .< (O) (O) (O)] then I saw some baka fat bitch watching us and I could tell she was undressing him with her eyes!!!!!!! [ -________- ;;;;; OMG I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER!!! (ò_ó) (ò_ó) (ò_ó)] so I yelled “UH UH BAKA NEKO THAT’S MY MAN WHY DON’T YOU GO HOOK UP WITH RYOMA CAUSE TAKUMI-SAMA LOVES ME!!! (ò_ó)” then Takumi held me close == and said he would only ever love me and kissed me again!!!!!!! ** (O)/ then we went to his castle and banged all night long and made 42 babies and they all became BEAUTIFUL PINEAPPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nyaaaaa!!! (^<) ^_____________;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

“W-what the hell?!” Niles spluttered after reading that horrid abomination, throwing it across the room.

“Robyn, you said you were going to write a crack fic chapter today!” everyone’s favorite family friendly 😉 comedic relief seethed.

The authoress, lovingly named after the Goddess of Fate herself, threw her hands up in the air.

“I did!” she protested.

“That is NOT what they meant! This is abuse of the senses!” Niles yelled.

“Well I’m sorry, I thought it was hilarious!” The authoress crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you want then?”

The thief pondered this for a moment, then a wicked smirk crept on his features.

“Say.. do you remember why you wrote this tale in the first place?”

She nodded.

“Good good..”

Niles circled the room slowly, and he could feel the gears in his head turning.

“Why don’t you give it.. a better ending. Maybe something just a little more.. chaotic?”

The pair traded mischievous smirks. After all.. this whole novel was inspired by a particular wall scene. This was going to be very fun.

Warning.. profanity and EXTREME cringe

“OMG CORRIN!”

Nohr and Hoshido (except Takumi, the only reasonable one) squealed obnoxiously.

They all met up in a field because Nohr is full of assholes and decided the Hoshidan royalty did not deserve to grieve their dead mother, and needed to be thrown into a brutal war immediately after. Did they actually do anything to deserve it? Nope, but Daddy Garon hates peace and decided everyone needed to die for an even bigger Daddy Anankos.

“OMG CORRIN!!” Camilla squealed, waving her mommy milkers in everyone’s face.

“OMG CORRIN! Hurry up and ditch your blood family already!” Leo said with an eye roll. “I know dad tried to make you kill two innocent people from Hoshido, but like, he’s not that bad!”

“No, come with us!” Ryoma called. “We don’t abuse you!”

“Aw, we only locked them in a tower for years and years!” Elise protested.

“HMMMMMMMMMMMM…..”

Corrin thought deeply and logically about this.

“I choose… NOHR!”

“What, why?!” the Hoshidan siblings yelled.

“Oh, I wanna know why dad tried to kill me. So I’ve decided I’m walking back into a castle full of Nohrians to ask him. Also, I like my Nohrian siblings. Anyways, see ya!”

(Later in the Nohrian castle)

“Dad, did you try to kill me?” Corrin asked.

“No.” Garon deadpanned, clearly annoyed that Corrin returned alive.

“Ok, I believe you!”

“Whatever. Anyways, I need you to go to this super dangerous forest where you could easily die to prove I can trust you. Alone. Also if anyone tries to help you I’ll kill them.”

“Yep that’s totally not a red flag or anything!” Corrin replied.

Corrin’s next adventures consisted of similar stupidity- I mean missions, until that fateful day on Port Dia.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Takumi shouted when he confronted the Nohrian army, only to see Corrin complaining about having to fight their Hoshidan siblings.

“Ugh..” the prince groaned, facepalming as he let out a slow breath to collect himself, then shouted

“WHEN WILL YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR ACTIONS… HAVE…CONSEQUENCES?!?!?!”

“They do?” Corrin asked, frowning. “But I have plot armor!”

“Oh that’s it.. I’m taking away your water privileges on turn ten!” Takumi seethed.

After a furious battle, Corrin, who is now magically a master tactician despite growing up locked in a tower, managed to take out the pineapple haired, bow wielding menace.

“Hahaha loser, get out!” Corrin said smugly. “If you do, we won’t kill you. Probably.”

“Gee thanks, you’ve all really proven yourselves trustworthy, especially after killing BOTH MY PARENTS UNDER THE GUISE OF PEACE!” Takumi snapped. “And our civilians!”

“How rude. Mommy should beat some manners into you!” Camilla gasped, her mommy milkers flopping everywhere because ✨ fanservice ✨

“Nah let him be mad. He’s justified. Still gonna make him suffer unnecessarily tho.” Corrin replied.

“If it weren’t for you, Mother and our civilians would be alive!” Takumi shouted, causing Corrin to glitch out.

“T-too m-m-much l-logic!!!”

Then Takumi was seized with a horrible headache and retreated, swearing vengeance for his mother’s murder.

“Wow he has issues!” Camilla mommy milkers exclaimed.

That night, Corrin scribbled into their diary instead of responsibly planning the next battle.

“Dear diary.” Corrin bitched.

“Takumi hates me for literally no reason. Wtf even is his problem?!

-Super Triggered.”

“OMG CORRIN! Have you planned for the next battle?” Jakob asked.

“SHUT UP JAKOB, I HAVE PLOT ARMOR!!” Corrin screeched.

Later, Elise fell violently ill and Ryoma refused to let them get medicine, and Corrin yelled at them that they were a jerk despite killing Hoshido’s queen, civilians, and terrorizing their kingdom (also Nohr kinda did the same thing in Birthright to Takumi soooo.. payback?) so they were forced to break a bunch of poisonous pots with only one healer. Then they encountered Takumi again while trying to quell a totally reasonable and expected uprising.

“Wow, dad’s kinda mean. I should just ignore it though.” Corrin remarked.

Hans decided to come and “help” after giving a totally fake apology in which Corrin was immediately like

“Ok, I believe you!”

“Yo.” Takumi said, shooting Corrin with an arrow.

“OH MY GODS THERE’S A PERSON HERE?!” Corrin screeched.

“I’VE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME, MORON!” Takumi fired back. “I’m literally standing in the dark with a glowing bow!”

“You could have killed me!” Corrin whined, making Takumi face-palm.

“That was the point!”

Then Scarlet showed up.

“Wow, traitor.” Camilla mommy milkers whined.

“Corrin literally did the same thing.” Takumi deadpanned.

“OMG CORRIN!! LEAVE THEM ALONE THEY’RE PERFECT!” Elise simped.

“QUIET NOHRIAN SCUM!” Takumi snapped, firing.

“Wow ok hater. If you’d just have a reasonable discussion, my totally fair ruler of a dad would end this peacefully even though we keep launching unprovoked attacks on you.” Corrin said.

“If I kill all Nohrians, maybe this head pain will go away.” Takumi muttered, and everyone conveniently ignored Takumi’s obvious mental struggles.

Once again, Nohr won. Azura ignored Takumi’s clear signs of possession, Hans went on a killing spree, Corrin weakly protested in which Hans replied

“Nope. Daddy Garon said so.”

“Where’s the justice?!” Corrin gasped stupidly.

“Meh. Idk.” Camilla mommy milkers replied. “But Daddy Garon will kill me if I disobey so just ignore all red flags.”

“Ok, I believe you!” Corrin said.

Later, there was an assassination attempt on Daddy Garon by this songstress who looked and sounded exactly like Azura but totally wasn’t for some reason. After that Azura conveniently showed Corrin a magical crystal that showed them that Daddy Garon was GASP a slime monster!!!

Hm.. should I tell my siblings? Corrin pondered, then started glitching out.

“T-too m-m-much l-logic!”

Nah, let’s just destroy Hoshido and disregard everyone’s feelings. Especially Takumi. Screw that guy.

Corrin’s next “adventures” involved killing some guys for his boots (in the name of peace ofc), almost getting blown up by ninjas while also escorting Saizo through his suicide attacks for one measly speedwing. Corrin also had to take a good look for like an hour or so before using a dragon vein lest their army be cut off.

Then they saved the Hoshidan royals, everyone went OMG CORRIN!! (Except Takumi, who was so reasonably salty by this bs, he threw himself across the table when Hinoka asked him to pass the salt) Elise bullied Sakura, Corrin became a furry killer, Xander got beat up by some wind and a pack of Bolt Naginata using Falcon Knights. Oh, also Lilith died at some point and we’re all supposed to care for some reason.

Then Corrin beat up a small child (aka Sakura) in the name of peace, tied her up, and had her watch a bunch of defenseless soldiers get brutally murdered right before her eyes right after promising peace because Daddy Garon said so. And then at last came the fateful day that inspired this whole tale in the first place. Oh how differently it was going to end today. Because a devilish one-eyed thief paid our favorite second prince of Hoshido a nice visit and left him a nice little present…

“Ow, what the hell are these hard objects?!” Corrin yelped, ripping one out of their bare foot.

They were at the Great Wall of Suzanoh, aka Takumi’s wall of doom. Filled with the frustrated screams of Fire Emblem players alike. And at the very top of the wall stood Takumi in all his silver pineapple-haired glory, Fujin Yumi in hand.

“Your invasion of Hoshido ends now, Corrin!” Takumi yelled. “Everywhere in Hoshido is covered in LEGO. I hope you feel the excruciating pain we felt when you chose Nohr-“

“SCREW THIS! I’M PLAYING BIRTHRIGHT!!” Corrin yelled.

“You’re.. what?” Takumi asked in confusion, then Corrin performed an Emmeryn off the wall.

“…..”

Takumi watched Corrin fall with a neutral look on his face.

“Oh look..”

His expression abruptly shifted.

“..The trash took itself out. ..Wait.”

Then he saw Iago The Douche Bird Mage cackling with delight and fired an arrow, knocking him off the wall too.

“There.” Takumi said, his expression back to normal.

Meanwhile, Hinata was paging curiously through a book a certain daydreamer dropped during the fight.

“..Hey Lord Takumi? Some Nohrian weirdo wrote a romantic story about you and…. Prince Leo?! They called it.. Leokumi?”

“Oh, is that so?” Prince Takumi replied calmly, his hazel gaze shifting to Leo, who was calling Forrest a disgrace and calmly fired another arrow, knocking Leo off the wall too.

“Perfect.”

Then Takumi went to defeat Nohr, married the beautiful Goddess of Fate (named Robyn) then went to live happily ever after.

Niles: Meanwhile in someone else’s Fire Emblem Fates play through~

Happy April Fool’s Day lmao. Real chapter of Redemption will be out Sunday xD

[albedostartarus]

I don’t want to feel any of the things that I’m feeling right now, I know they aren’t good or rational things but I don’t fucking choose what I feel.

I hate everything about myself I’ve spent the last couple days just wasting away in bed I cry before I sleep I cry when I wake up I jerk off multiple times even though I don’t want to and it doesn’t even do anything. I can’t get a vape anywhere, I can’t get alcohol anywhere, I’m NOT taking another Zyn. all I’ve eaten the past three days is Taco Bell. The only good thing is I’ve sort of managed to stick to my 1000-1200 calorie limit and STILL I look like a fat fucking ugly pile of human waste. I can’t even say anything out loud when I’m crying because it feels disgusting to listen to my voice. I’ve tried pavloving the bad thoughts away by hitting myself as much as I could but it doesn’t work I don’t know how it worked when I was younger but maybe I’m just used to it now. I should try harder

I can’t bring myself to believe that anyone wants to actually love me. I think the only people who want to befriend me are those who are the most amazing people in the world but for the time being okay with the bare minimum. Sometimes it’s because they don’t have a choice like with tanay, or because it’s the easiest option like with z. But I really am not even the bare minimum, I can’t talk to you I can’t do anything helpful I’m simply there and I can’t understand a single fucking thing. Too stupid too ugly too incapable to love or to be loved.

I just want someone to love me in a way that makes me believe they love me even though they have absolutely no reason to. I don’t deserve any of it and I should be discarded it’s what I deserve but I can’t help but want it and I know how stupid and fucking cringe this sounds. Look at me being sad and shit like I have anything to be sad over, I’ve only made other people sad my entire life and now I want a reason to have attention again like I always have. I don’t know why I want all this attention fucking asshole I know I don’t deserve it why do I want it.

I deleted that entire paragraph fucking PERFECT. I hate tumblr and it’s stupid. Ugh

Tanay has his friends and is no longer my best friend I was only his best friend because he didn’t have anyone else in school and even then I was horrible to him during one of the darkest times of his life and how that he’s found his people I’m sad that I’m no longer his best friend instead of being happy for him because nothing has changed and I’m still a horrible fucking person.

It’s the same with zann. I miss her calling me over at stupid hours just to talk and hangout I miss Halloween and her birthday and that time we went on a walk and when I visited her in the wood shop. The night is my favourite time and I loved spending it with my favourite person.

I’m sad that I can’t get my silly little stupid fucking nighttime hang out with my best friend instead of being happy for her like I fucking should because like I said. I’m a selfish, self obsessed horrible fucking person who is incapable of anything except caring about his o n self. I don’t think I’ve ever done a single thing selflessly out of love ONE TIME in my entire pathetic excuse of a life. I’ve said it to myself— hell it’s why I considered dating again— I’ve said it to her and it’s abundantly clear by just being around her, she’s HAPPIER. She said it herself she feels like something in her is fixed and clicked in the right way. She looks, talks and feels so much happier and I AM so so happy about it. Even her family clearly has noticed it of course they incorrectly believe it is me who’s responsible, If anything I was probably why she was that upset to begin with. Incapable fucking pain in the ass that I am.

And now instead of being happy for her and calling it a day, I’m sad that what? My friend is spending time doing what brought on this happiness??? That she finally has someone else in her life in college who makes her so so happy??????????? I should be glad not sad that I don’t get my stupid fucking calls and night hang outs you stupid fucking fat ugly useless horrible excuse for a person you wouldn’t feel any of this if you were ACTUALLY A GOOD FUCKING PERSON. GOOD PEOPLE DONT FEEL JEALOUS OF THEIR FRIENDS’ HAPPINESS THEY ARENT LIKE THIS.

Even Tim and digha, I don’t believe they ever considered me a best friend if I’m being honest but I considered them one! And I was ok with that. Now all I’ve done is distance myself when I’m upset, ignore them when I’m upset, and worst of all make it soooooo clear that I’m upset that they can’t even just walk away like they should and would be 100% valid in doing because who does that. I’ve essentially guilt tripped them into being with me but at the same time I’m taking the time that they are forced to give me and I’m saying hey! I’m miserable sorry I won’t be reciprocating any of this. Fuck you!

It doesn’t matter that I know that I’m a bad person, it doesn’t matter that I know what’s good apart from what’s bad. If I truly wanted to be good, if I genuinely believed and lived as a good person, I would live by these oh so fucking rational thoughts. It’s simple, I know what’s good and what’s bad. And yet, I continue to be a bad person. Nothing has changed since school, I’m still a horrible person I’ve only gotten better at hiding it.

[annalisearabella]

Being fat and autistic and trying to shop for clothes in person is fucking hell and im so pissed off and it's only 9:30

Either the plus size sections get fazed out/downsized and even when I do find my size it's like. Made with the kinds of fabric that i absolutely hate touching

And don't get me started on price like why do I have to settle for $50 and up for shitty clothing?

Yes I could get clothes custom made but maybe I should also be able to walk into a store and find something like everyone fuckin else??

I wanted that one tank top I saw at Torrid but I cannot justify $50 for a thin-ass tank top with a cute embellishment like wtf I can embelish my own shit I just need a base that doesn't have the bad texture and makes me wanna claw it off while I'm wearing it

[icannotgetoverbirds]

No yeah if you're a fat person in the United States your life is hell. I grew up at the height of the 'war on childhood obesity' - much like the 'war on drugs', it's been misnamed. It was a war on fat people, including fat children.

I'd be lucky to be able to watch TV with any amount of advertising and not get an ad related to weight loss. Weight Watchers has stuff geared towards kids. Pediatricians would talk to me about losing weight just about every time I needed a wellness check.

~Tw for talking about my personal experiences and trauma with fatphobia and my shitty bio dad, anorexia mention~

My father in particular was very fatphobic -still not as bad as some people, but bad enough that it left me with lasting trauma. He constantly pressured my siblings and I to lose weight, despite never making the effort himself to make us good food.

The pantry was off-limits at his house for most of my childhood so that we wouldn't 'graze'. At one point, he took my siblings and I clothes shopping and told us it was the last time he'd buy us a size up because he wanted us to lose weight - I was like, 16 at the absolute oldest. I think, at one point, he offered to pay us a dollar per mile walked on the treadmill. He's the one that taught me how to suck in my gut to look thinner because it was... better posture, apparently.

It got to the point where I, fully knowing the consequences, attempted to force myself to develop anorexia just so that maybe he'd take me seriously. Thankfully, I snapped out of it before I was able to do too much damage.

Oh and just to give you an idea of the kinds of ads that were plastered everywhere for fat adults and kids alike to see, here's a 2012 ad that targets fat children.

It was part of a series. The other ones are just as bad.

That's just off of the top of my head, I could probably go on for days about this shit.

I was listening to a US based podcast where people send in their stories and a guy reads them. After a while I noticed that a lot of the people would mention their height and weight like “I’m only (height) and (weight) so I knew I couldn’t defend myself” or “I’m a (height) (weight) guy so I’m not easily scared” and since then I’ve noticed North Americans do this a lot. I’ve also started noticing it in fictional stories by Americans where the height and weight of characters come up more often than I’d expect.

I follow several Americans on YouTube and I know the height and weight of most of them and even a few people they know because they’ll throw it in when it’s relevant to a story. I haven’t noticed Brits and Australians use specific measurements like that unless they’re talking about their health. It’s definitely not something people do here in the Scandinavian countries unless they’re exceptionally tall or short but even then it’s more like “he was really tall” “I’m a chubby girl so I knew the bed wouldn’t be able to support my weight”

And now I’m like, is this actually an American thing or am I just seeing things? Have other people noticed this or is it just a coincidence that I’ve come across Americans who care about the exact measurements a lot?