#also fat butches are hot as fuck

[bunnyboy-juice]

bunny butt: shiny edition ✨

[op is a femme dyke, he/ze/bun pronouns]

[once-a-singlet-nevemore]

Trans Feminism and the Human Domestication Guide

Or

Wishing on a misogynistic star won't make your dreams come true

Thesis: A running theme in some parts of the HDG sphere is the unintentional chase and valorisation of misogynistic standards for women in the pursuit of validation.

“The most radical thing that any of us can do is to stop projecting our beliefs about gender onto other people's behaviours and bodies”

― Julia Serano, Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity

I would like to open by declaring my own identities, both as a shield against a particular kind of bad faith criticism, but also to demonstrate that I’m operating in good faith here. I’m a fat, hairy, physically disabled, transgender, butch dyke who writes within the HDG setting with great joy and greater love for the community. I’m also hot as fuck. That established, I’ll continue:

There is a particularly pernicious lie that revolves around the state of women's bodies; that there is a correct way to have one and that those who do not meet these standards are unfeminine or otherwise worthless. It must have a vagina, of course, but it must also be white, thin, able, hairless, youthful, fit but not strong and, of course, soft. 

Trans feminism, and by that I direct my attention to feminist speech within trans and gender non-conformist spaces, has managed to, if not defeat, then at least combat one of the great evils of cis sexism, the necessity of the vagina. The ongoing and necessary validation of the girl cock as beautiful, as wonderful, as feminine is a wonderful, joyful thing. We (trans feminine people) exist as part of the spectrum of womanhood, and that means that our bodies also exist within and without that spectrum of womanhood as well. 

However, trans feminism of a particular kind has - rather than continue the work done to uplift the gock - has embraced a particular kind of ugly lie we’re taught. In many cases - due to a perceived desire to be as close to flawlessly woman as we can be - the focus will instead fall on a particular kind of trans feminine person who manages to engage with and evoke those standards aside from the obvious. To paraphrase Julia Serano in illustrating this point:

“Whether unconscious or deliberate, the gatekeepers clearly sought to … ensure that most people who did transition would not be “gender-ambiguous” in any way”

― Julia Serano, Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity 

One of the beauties of the class-G is that it allows the character to experience their body in an idealised form. I recognise and applaud this position, it is beautiful to see a writer able to imagine themselves completely idealised, completely transformed into something that doesn’t hurt. However, therein lies the rub; the ideal depicted displays some of that ugliness, some of the roots of misogyny that thread their ways through our brains like poison and make us into useful fools for its goals.

The thought that brought about this essay is a repeated phrasing that appears across several works within the HDG milieu; that to be hairless and soft is to be feminine. A character will have their body hair, all their body hair bar that on their head, removed and thus will be made ‘girly’. They, and other characters, may remark on how much more they feel like a woman, unconsciously or consciously linking womanhood to that hairlessness. 

You may note that this directly plays into another cis-sexist standard of beauty; that to be feminine requires a certain girlishness, a pubescent budding that belies the possibility of cellulite or wrinkles or the consequences of living a life where one is not simply a doll.

What is my objection to that? Surely, every writer has the right to depict their own wish fulfilment fantasies. Certainly yes, but also… one must ask at which point we celebrate their dreams and at what point we ask people to engage with their biases and question what they consider to be true. Women, all kinda of women, are hairy. Women have pubic hair, arm hair, leg hair, chest hair, even facial hair. The seeming desire to be completely hairless is as ‘unnatural’ a goal as any other, as ‘unnatural’ as any expectation set for us by the white supremacist culture most of us are steeped in. To return to whipping girl:

“Rather than question our own value judgments or notice the ways that we treat people differently based on their size, beauty, or gender, most of us reflexively react to these situations in a way that reinforces class boundaries: We focus on the presumed “artificiality” of the transformation the subject has undergone.”

― Julia Serano, Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity 

It must be noted that at least part of this problem is with what the reader brings to the table. When something goes unstated, we resort to the baseline of our biases and, due to the way society is structured, that baseline is generally white, thin and physically able. Beauty and femininity are racialised concepts, and I think we fall into traps headlong that white supremacy establishes for us. I am not the person to write an essay critiquing race in HDG, but I recognise the consequences of race and the expectations of white femininity on the work. Thus, then, we must consider the text, and the text is very often pretty clear about its characters.

How many protagonists of a human domestication guide story are textually fat? How many are stated in the text to be people of colour? How many of them are, if not stated to be, then implied through lack of mention, white, and thin? These questions ignore the many that are actively identified as those things. (I will pause here to note that Dog of War - notable as the most popular piece of work in the setting - features a protagonist who is both brown and fat, and I’m extremely happy to see it).

Collectively, as writers, we have seen a future where everyone is accepted and have created a world where the depictions of acceptance come with conformity to modern misogyny. We create a world without boundaries, where a person can be digitalised or made into a dog, and our characters are still aping their ancestors of five centuries prior in seeking validation of self. We are, I would argue (and borrowing heavily from Butler), ‘uncritically mimicking the strategy of the oppressor instead of offering a different set of terms.’

This is not, I would like to be clear, an attack on any particular story. You may recognise elements of several stories in this essay, and perhaps there are particular things I am drawing on, however, this essay does not charge the product of the writer's work with anything. That body of text can exist and be critiqued, but does not exist as a thoughtful, philosophical actor. Rather, I would charge us writers, all of us, with being more thoughtful as we engage with what femininity means to us and what is and is not feminine in a world where anything is possible.

Finally, a quote from Gender Outlaw that I direct at myself as much as anyone else:

“Let's stop pretending that we have all the answers, because when it comes to gender, none of us is fucking omniscient.”

― Kate Bornstein, Gender Outlaws: The Next Generation

[duskier]

he/she butch price running an auto body shop, distressed reader coming in because something is wrong with her car and she just can’t figure out what… nghggh price with a fat belly and hairy arms and big tits under her too-tight white tank top making the reader stay in his office while they sort out what’s wrong with the car bc it’s “too hot for pretty things like you to be out here”

Office FULL of cameras, mind you,,

She's got a cigar between his teeth and she's looking down at you making you feel like the smallest thing in the world, like an ant before him as she laughs at your feeble list of "troubleshooting" you did for your car. You had practiced it on the drive over, you wanted to seem competent and be taken seriously. She just looks at you which makes the warm press of embarrassment at your back grow stronger, makes you ramble on longer as your confidence peters out.

He presses you to sit down on his leather couch. Its old, cracked, one corner taped together with shiny silver ductape. She sits down too, way too close in your space. She's manspreading, so her dirty oil soaked jeans are pressing against your bare thighs. "Ought to be doing all those things monthly, lovie. Even if nothings wrong. Gotta take care of your car, so she can take care of you. You getting taken care of?"

Ughh her leaning into your space and she reeks of cigars and she's looking at you like you're a meal. You shiver, partially from the unwavering attention but also because you realize Price's office is freezing cold. It felt nice at first compared to the heat outside, but now it just had goosebumps running up your arms.

He insists you wait in there as she personally takes a look at your car, then directs his techs on what needs done. She comes back in, wiping his dirty hands with a towel. His eyes go right to your tits and light up when she sees them pebbled from the cold, pressing against your t-shirt.

Anyways he stalks towards you and despite your better judgement you let her fuck you nasty on that very couch :) it's only later you realize the blinds weren't fully closed and his techs were definitely peeking. (You will go back to her again next time your car so much as makes a funny noise.)

[unatainablehaze]

Heyyy! Im a genuine radical feminist lesbian who happens to be very attracted to a lot of TIFs lmfao. Especially the rapey ones. I only like pussy but grown testosterone fueled clits look really fun to suck on, and I adore very butch women and body hair so obviously I find a lot of early transitioning ftms hot. Sadly almost all “terfbreaking” content is abt TIMs breeding “lesbians” who are clearly bi or in your case straight. Probably because males are fucking disgusting lol (although I’m not that much better.) Objectively I know rape kinks are harmful and not a good way to process trauma but it makes me wet. Tbh not sure if you are a genuine radfem or if it’s part of the persona but it’s refreshing to see someone that agrees that porn is bad while also indulging in it. I think fetish blogs and voluntary nudes is probably the least harmful form of erotica though since it doesn’t have much risk of exploitation. Also people act like unless we dedicate 100% of our energy to our political views we aren’t real radfems. You can be aware that rape kinks are fueled by misogyny and still want a gross TIM to molest you (or in my case a handsome ftm forcing my head down into their tasty hairy pussy). Sorry idk why I’m ranting to you but it’s cool being able to relate! Also I’m here to confirm that despite being into “terfbreaking” and finding blogs like yours erotic I’m still super repulsed by anything penis related being near me, no matter how estrogenized it is! Seeing someone like you getting broken in by a fat bitchbreaker cock sounds hot though <3 Would love a straight t4t couple to take advantage of us

Hii yes I am indeed a genuine radfem and I agree, kink on Tumblr is much less harmful than any other form of pornography it's mostly one on one interactions, mostly through texts and such

Still I think we should both try to "repent" haha though your case is much more understandable than mine

You are merely a lesbian being a kinky lesbian

I'm not ashamed of saying kink in lesbian relationships is not nearly as bad as in straight ones

Fantasize all you want about strong hairy butches you're fine girly

[rhad-barks]

ohhh i am so fucking gay. i love butches and bears. i love fat hairy muscular visibly queer people because i'm one and it's so nice to see people happy to be the same kind of person i am when i worry i'm not the right kind of person to be loved in this world. they are just hot also. so so hot. i can't wait to be on T. i can't wait to have long hair and a moustache and muscles that i chose to have myself and wide hips and boobs and feminine fashion that i chose to keep alongside everything new. i can't wait to be indecipherable to onlookers. i can't wait to hold hands with someone. i can't wait to engage in silly little anarchist activities with someone special like making zines and giving free herb plants to everyone we know so they never have to buy them at the store again. i have such a beautiful gay life ahead of me. we all do actually.

[foliejpg]

Ok I know people get kind of up in arms about clothes for FOB genderbends but thinking about how they would all dress is one of my favorite parts of it? Like I think pete and patrick especially would have very interesting relationships with femininity, especially coming up in a misogynistic scene like 90s/00s hardcore. Bc when I look at pictures from early FOB shows, the girls you see there are dressed pretty much the same as the guys, like girls were THERE but I very much get the feeling that the safest way to exist in that scene as a girl was to be as guy-ish as you could, but taking it TOO far would get you shit for [being gay or trans or generally gnc, I dont want to use period-accurate language right now], and it REALLY gets interesting if you're overweight, not white, not straight, not cis, anything that sets you as a woman apart from the dominant cultural image of "a woman" in the USA. Patrick personally is may favorite to think about because Ive been the fat girl in nerdy guy spaces and Im also a fat woman in a pretty dude-heavy professional field, so I can project my experience onto girltrick all damn day? (1/?, Continued in another ask bc Im going to hit char limit soon I think)

this got long as hell and i also never got a part 2 so i hope this is relevant<3

i definitely get that, for patrick especially to have to really conform to being “one of the guys” and acting like such so she doesn’t get called things like difficult or bitchy, and that definitely makes an impact on how she dresses. especially as a fat girl and i’m also a fat woman, so a lot of what i wanted to wear was either too tight and rolled up my stomach or my pants didn’t fit, OR was so lowcut because my cup size was too big and nothing fit correctly, so it was wear the big boxy tee shirt or have my tatas on display for people to look at. patrick, as a fat woman who is maybe not the most conventionally attractive, would really have to straddle a line of fitting in with all of these gross boys for the sake of the band and not being disregarded as a sexless fat chick. of course then it goes into slut shame-y territory if she ever god forbid wore something cute that made her feel good. maybe girltrick doesn’t wear a lot of dresses or skirts early on, but maybe during soul punk she explored a little more and maybe that carries over post hiatus. girltrick would rock a maxi skirt. comfy as fuck

i think about pete too as a woman in the scene at the time having to kind of play into what guys around her expect of her as a more sexual being bc like you said the misogyny was rampant and the easiest way, like you said is to go along with it. pete irl got boiled down to this sex symbol so early in fob’s career and had his body plastered all over magazines for people to drool over. to a point, we know that pete also played the “bad boy” schtick up because it was new and sexy and aimed at teen girls, so then girlpete did that too. irl pete dressed sexy and wore eyeliner so fall out boy would catch eyes, and it worked. so does girlpete, to the same extent. of course because she’s a woman she’ll always be sexualized worse than irl pete ever could experience.

look at pete now, he’s all comfort wear. those fucking meat shoes that haunt my dreams. girlpete is shy too. she’s also very business savvy and, like irl pete, knows she’s hot. she wears sweatpants and sneakers when she’s out and about, and baby tees and low rise jeans on stage, and maybe her bra is visible and rocks a whale tail sometimes as was popular early on. she was probably harassed endlessly but she’s not ashamed of herself or her body and dresses to fit her needs - like pete did irl.

and maybe this is controversial but i don’t think girlpete would have leaned into a more butch or androgynous style because realistically, pete didn’t. the eyeliner was an act of rebellion which is totally cool and 100% but let’s not pretend he was really challenging any gender norms here. girlpete as a business woman knows how to market herself to the people that will matter, the people who buy fall out boy’s music.

i think people forget that like, at the end of the day they are still pete wentz and patrick stump. the intentions, timeline, lore, personality - it’s for the most part all the same, but i think when people don’t acknowledge that their experiences in the scene would be drastically different from irl pete and patrick, it’s disregarding the misogyny in the scene entirely.

and also i want to put them in a skirt and it’s fanfiction so i can do what i want<3 if anyone has anything to add, pls send me a msg i love talking about my girls<3

[gaywizardemporium]

Some facts:

Wishborn is about wizard duels

Wishborn is about struggling with a parent who can't and won't love you the way you need to be loved

Wishborn is about disability and queerness

Wishborn is about being loved by your found family so fucking much

Wishborn takes place in the Wishverse, which is governed by a wizard bureaucracy

The wizard bureaucracy is called the Taxonomic Order of Wizardry

A "Wishborn" is someone wished into existence

Wishborn is about how a dangerous fat femme saved the miserable life of a silly butch.

It's also about their intense love for each other.

You always say you want a story with a healthy relationship right?

Right?

The hot femme is a "dark elf*" and bisexual. If you even care.

Anyway some day you'll get to read it. You can follow #wishborn in the meantime.

*they're called underground elves. It's different. (no really it's different)

[calpalsworld]

idk if you saw zeurel's twitter but one of the second set of wip Monkey wrench pins has dr. Agness and i though ya might like.

also curious what attracted you to her?

ARE YOU KIDDING-- WHAT-- I--

OHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I was literally joking when the pins came out that I was MAD that they didn't have a Dr. Agness one. but i didnt expect them to possibly make one..... I.... I... I NEED THIS??? I NEED HER?????? If it comes out and I don't notice that its out PLEASE someone notifiy me so i can buy it ASAP.

What attracted me to her?

Ummmmm

I think her voice actress did a SPECTACULAR job and her dialogue is super funny and cute. Shes a very simple character but she was a silly and effective villain. i love her granny nature. But shes straight up evil as fuck which made me scared of her at first but I have come to actually dig it. Love when women can be terrible power hungry murderers. #feminism. And her design? Its so freaking awesome and unique. I love how she is an angler fish but also she looks like the plants on the Lythop's planet. So you'd think maybe she is from the planet herself or something? Which seems innocent. Idk thats what I thought. Also shes a sun obviously of course. So epic. But also they make her SUPER obviously evil from the start which is funny as fuck. I love how she slips up and is so bad at pretending to be good even though shes probably been doing this scheme a WHILE. She is not even trying very hard to pretend i guess LOL, or shes just impatient. Sooooooooooo cute!!!! Also her battle theme GOES SO HARD? Also she feels like she could have deep lore but she doesn't so thats really fun to think about. Also every little expression she does is amazing since monkey wrench is such a well animated show. Also she has a big sword????? And a cool hoverchair??? and a cool mech fighting form???? and it looks like a fish??? and is cool?! and she is a fish!!!!

What **attracted** me to her?

Well don't tell Zeurel because he said he doesn't want people lusting over his characters where he can see it but..... if you know me, you'll know that my type is absolutely nerdy GNC/butch fat big-boobed older women ....sooooooooo........ And plus, shes an ALIEN!?!?!?!??! plus SHES EVIL???? plus shes BADASS?!?!?! also. her voice. Also can we talk about how when she reveals herself as evil she rips her sleeves off? its such a good look and ummmm...... Hi granny.... like... * twirls my hair and tries not to sweat too hard or look like a pathetic animal that is dying * can i feel your big strong funny fish arms? please. please.

Also I don't see this type of character (fat gnc women) often in media so imo I'm just happy to have one for once even if shes so evil and so sucks. thank you monkey ranch

note: i know she isnt actually fat with big boobs because she is actually just a head with little fins and a lure and arms.... but shut up idc shes so fucking hot no matter what. shes hot as a little evil fish too. shes hot in her fighting machine too okay? shes. always. hot. me x agness forever. i want her to hold me. because shes awesome. shes always awesome. im a dr agness stan for life she could kill everyone in the galaxy. i wouldn't care. she didn't do anything wrong. ever.

tldr; funny. cool design. hot alien granny.

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#5

I'm glad legends arceus finally explained to us cynthia is not only incredibly hot, but her family has been hot for centuries

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#4

I'm all for educating people (especially when they're younger than me) but I draw the line at "gay isn't an umbrella term" because at that point you're too far gone

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pov the intruder asks if you got games on your phone

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imagine if the queen actually dies after this one

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Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

i still remember clearly one of my first interactions at pride with a 40-something member of the lgbt community. I asked him if I could take a picture of him with the bear flag (because I was really happy to see it irl for the first time!) and he asked, "are you feeling like a she-bear a little bit?"

and being gay almost exclusively online back then aside from maybe two friends, I was shocked by that question. me? a 19 years old kid who thought themselves to be cis and bi? I was basically the polar opposite of what a bear is.

but now, six years later, I see it. I'm fat, I'm hairy, I'm shamelessly a dyke, I'm masc. yes I'm butch, but fuck it, I'm also a she-bear. that guy was right. I hope he's doing alright and he knows he's changed my view on labels forever.

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[titconao3]

All that, and...

Philippe Katerine was naked and painted blue, singing a song entitled 'Naked.' He sang on the catwalk where there also were...

Drag queens. So many drag queens killing it on the drenched catwalk, where voguing, bourrée auvergnate, breakdancing... etc happened. In front of a Last Supper-style setting headed by Barbara Butch, DJ, lesbian and fat-acceptance activist. Honestly, the pouring rain just made it even more Extra.

The metal band, Gojira, interpreted a revolutionary song with an opera singer, in front of the Conciergerie which was a royal palace in the Middle Ages and a prison during the Revolution (and yes, Marie-Antoinette was jailed there), with aristocrats holding their decapitated heads in the windows. And then a ship (the one on the Paris coat of arms: fluctuat nec mergitur!) appeared with a soprano belting it out standing on it. And then red streamers everywhere looking like a giant blood spray. While Gojira kept on shredding

Still not over the mechanical horse. It slapped. Then there was a real horse. It slapped too. So did the armoured person on it. It was, dare i say it, metal af

Palestinian delegation being cheered HARD

Yeah, the poles. Flexible, tall poles with people at the top O_o;;; there were people walking on rope and acrobats everywhere. Ballet dancers on roofs. Pink-clad rugby players and can-can dancers.

Queer and genderqueer polycule flirting in the national library.

La Marseillaise sung from the top of the Grand Palais by Axelle Saint-Cirel.

Dancers on the Notre-Dame scaffolding.

The Olympic flag upside down lol. South Korea mis-announced, not lol (really sorry guys!!!)

PARKOUR OF THE OPERA'S CREED fuck yeah

Athletes waving from Tahiti!

Golden statues of groundbreaking women! Such as: Gisèle! Simone! Olympe! Louise! The other Simone! (whose statue got stuck and didn't emerge, woops)

A piano on fire. Just. A piano on fire. Under the rain. More pianos under the rain, though not on fire.

A breakdancing countertenor, Jakub Józef Orliński!

Skywriting (well, drawing hearts) from the Patrouille de France.

Aya Nakamura being a giant middle finger to all those who yelled that she could not represent France (and to them we say: eat shit)

Sporting legends on a boat with the torch (Carl Lewis. Nadia Comăneci. Rafael Nadal. Serena Williams.)... it didn't look like a smooth ride lol

A deaf dancer who sign-language-danced, Shaheem Sanchez, interpreting Supernature.

Zizou! And near the end, Amélie Mauresmo! Not only a great athlete in her own right, but also someone who came out early in her career (before 2000) and faced a lot of shit about it. She was joined by other athletes, including paralympians, and ran through the deserted Louvre courtyard (with the glass pyramids) and the Tuileries. Then they all met with a 100-year-old olympian and gold medalist Charles Coste in a wheelchair, who then lit judo mega-champion and gentle giant Teddy Riner's torch, as well as the torch of one of the most beautiful runner (it was like she barely touched the ground) ever, Marie-José Pérec.

Oh, that looks like a hot-air balloon. It. It is a hot-air balloon. The flame is carried into the air. So many gorgeous pictures.

The Eiffel tower lightshow went above and beyond, even for an Tower lightshow.

Céline!?

--

It was an insane bet to hold it out in the middle of the city, on boats, all along the Seine (for security reasons as well as organization reasons). But...

It pissed off Elon Musk :D it pissed off all the people you'd like to piss off :DDDDD

Was it perfect? No. Does it erase all the kicking out of homeless people, the money spent there that could have been spent elsewhere, all the criticisms made? No. But all the (ethnic, body, queer...) diversities on display were a big fuck you to far-right and bigoted discourses that have been rising for years and years \o/

I'm french and like many people here, watched the ceremony out of pure spite. Was I surprised? No. Fucking annihilated.

It had EVERYTHING:

- Random kids carrying the flame

- Gays.

- French cancan't

- Furries

- Lady Gaga???

- Craftspeople and public workers

- Bloodshed, cannons and a metal band

- Masked genderless silhouette parkouring their way through the whole mess

- More gays

- Polyamory

- Non-binary dancers and actors

- POC dancers and actors

- Disabled dancers and actors

- Whatever the fuck was going on with those poles

- Lesbian kiss?

- France's most hated rapper singing a song written entirely in slang in front of THE FUCKING INSTITUTE DEDICATED TO THE FRENCH LANGUAGE?

- Her being accompanied by the National Guard orchestra.

- Gays. SO MANY gays.

- MINIONS???

- Hundreds of top quality instruments getting fucked up by the rain.

- Drag queens, opera dancers, fashion designers and...oh, yeah, Alsace.

- National icon Philippe Katherine but make it blue

- 100 years long horse ride

- Damn that armor's looking fine

- Giant balloon ascending to the sky and...just fucking staying there cause they had nowhere to put it

-Did I tell you about the gays?

Holy fuck.

I'm flabbergasted. I'm bamboozled. I'm lying dead on the ground, holding my last breath.

I mean yes, it was funny. Yes, it was strange. Yes, it gave France a super weird reputation.

BUT DO YOU REALISE THAT THE DESIGN COMMITTEE JUST SAW THE RISE OF OUR EXTREME CONSERVATIVE PARTY AND DECIDED TO THROW A MASSIVE "FUCK YOU" AT THEM???

I think I'm in love. Call me french in training.

[waltswhatever]

sometimes i wish i'd just been able to be a straight woman, get a boyfriend easily, live a more normal cishet life and feel attractive, but i also know with my facial and shoulder bone structure, even if i managed to get skinny, i wasn't going to be winning any "pretty" contests, i'm built like a man

but hey, even then, maybe a lesbian would've found me sexy, in some butch way? maybe i could have been a pretty butch, maybe someone would've wanted to please me and there wouldn't have been so many complications about it - just love and sex, simple, because they like how i look and like pleasing me, too

did you tell me about that just to make me feel better? you said you wanted me, that you wanted to try it if i was okay with it, and then nothing happened, and now everything's just how it usually is

did i fuck up by saying i wasn't sure? can't you forgive that, since it's been almost 3 years since you touched me, while i help you at least once a month?

i wish i was asexual and didn't want this, i wish i wasn't so upset over something so stupid, i feel horrible for feeling like this

i wish my anatomy wasn't constantly working against me, i've been dry for a week with odd discharge and i don't know why, i can never get my parts to just act right for fucking once, even pleasing myself is hard, i can't do it. it's fucking exhausting

at this point i'd love to have a surgery done where they just cut that nub of nerve endings off of me, and find a way to numb the pleasure centers inside of me, or sew it all up and just leave me with the bare necessities, just so i wouldn't even be tempted to feel pleasure, i just don't want it anymore, the mere thought of it feels tainted with guilt and feeling like i'm a hideous repulsive monster who should never be seen naked because i'll scar someone

even if i went out and got fucked, i don't think i'd feel any better, sex has started to feel so empty, i don't want it anymore, i don't want a body, i don't want to be me and i don't want to think about how you just don't want me like that anymore - or that maybe you never did to begin with and it was more about feeling like you owed it to me, or reciprocity or whatever

i don't want to be horny about anything anymore

i feel so ugly and untouchable, it doesn't help that my body just won't work right

i almost feel like it would hurt less if you just told me you think i'm unattractive, or at least not cute enough to be hot

if i lose the weight i still won't let you touch me, even if you beg, even if you somehow decide you really actually want that and somehow actually become attracted to me like that, and i'll never touch you again - fuck you, i've been so patient, i've tried so hard, i make you feel good on the regular - what's wrong, why aren't i enough??

and yet i say all of that knowing i won't be able to hold that up because at the end of the day, past putting time into hand-made things that i can't always be sure that you like, this is the only way i know how to be close to someone, it's the only way i know how to redeem myself for the way i look and who i am

maybe i should've just gotten with someone whose fat, too, i don't know anymore

i don't want sex anymore, i just want to stop feeling so horrible about everything surrounding it whenever the topic comes up, i need like a 4 month break and for you to either stop wanting pleasure from me when you can do it yourself, it's not fair, it's just not fair that i can't do it without help when you do it all the time

i know i'm not enough, i just wish i knew where and why that is so that i could somehow fix it, so i'd have something to be proud of for myself, so that i could at least live the lie that i made myself more attractive, finally had a "glow up", whatever

this body has only helped me get negative attention my whole life - tits too early, sex too early, and then nothing at all once i wasn't a kid anymore

i don't even want to go back to simpler times, i just want to stop feeling like this, i just want to stop, i just want to leave and go and not come back for a long time, i need a vacation from life itself

it's been such a long time since i've been even moderately suicidal, i was doing so well, i guess that's how i know it's fall

i miss old friends, i regret everything i did to drive them away

now i live in a limbo bedroom, half dead, half alive, all guilt

what did i do to deserve being taunted so many times? is it how i treated that one friend? i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry, life, karma, what have you, but haven't i given enough? i've tried so hard

i just want it all to stop

[jess-le-mess]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 10

Prompts: Full Moon 🌕 / Containment Breach ☢️

[Content notes: fat bi cis woman MC; trans MtF supporting character; muscular cis butch supporting character; body issues]

Going Viral

"Danaaaaa

Help meeeeeeeeeee"

The harsh light of the phone drew Dana out of the light sleep she'd drifted into.

It was 11:00 pm.

Hurriedly, Dana replied to her friend:

"Jade, where are you? Are you okay?"

The reply came another minute later:

"My asssss went viralllllllllll

And a person I know found meeeeeeeee"

Dana put the phone down for a second. Looked around. Looked at Vivian, her sleeping girlfriend, then took a breath and then texted again.

"Jade

What?"

"Okay so

I thought my ass looked great in these underwear I bought and like

I took a photo and put it on my anonymous Tumblr???

As you do

But like

it broke containment

and I guess my lower back tattoo was visible???

And like

I got a DM from this lady like 'Jade???'"

Jade had a tattoo on her lower back that was a small hazard symbol and said "Unfit for human consumption." She found her friend's self-deprecating humor kind of annoying sometimes, but it was cute, in a way.

"But, like, how would that person even know it was you? Surely it's not that rare of a tattoo???"

"Oh

yeah

about that?

we did hook up

like a few times

so maybe that's why."

Dana looked over at the sleeping Vivian again and sighed. Sweet Vivian, who knew to go to bed at 9:30pm and had probably zero friends who texted later than that. Oh how she wished she was curled up next to her, her girlfriend's strong arms enveloping her.

"So, like, I'm sorry your ass escaped containment but, respectfully, what is it you want me to do here, love?"

"idk dana idk

i'm deep in it"

"Okay, well, that girl. Who is she? Your boss?"

"no dana

she's a barista where i get my daily coffee and treat"

"Okay barista. So that's not bad, right? And you hooked up with her?"

"i did yeah"

"And that was that, but now she's in your DMs?"

"that is correct"

"Did she like what she saw?"

"maybe"

"So why don't you, like, ask her out on a date or whatever? I haven't been single in years, but I think that's how people do this."

"i can't"

"You can't?"

"i don't think she would want that"

"Why not?"

"i ghosted her cuz i knew she wouldn't want me for real"

Dana sighed at the phone. Vivian was starting to stir.

"Please explain?"

"she's this like little teeny tiny girl with bouncy curly hair and i'm just fat af"

Dana watched her girlfriend's eyes slowly open, that lost expression of those awakened in the middle of the night. She swore under her breath at Jade and her stupid viral behind.

"But she liked the pic, Jade. She's clearly still into you, even after ghosting. God knows why with your personality, but you are in fact hot so deal with that. Hit her up if you like her."

"What if she makes fun of meeeeee"

With a sleepy nod, Vivian took Dana's phone and flicked through the texts. She looked at Dana with a sympathetic frown before typing:

"Jade, sweetie, this is Vivian. I swear to god if you don't shut up and recognize that you're a certified smokeshow who also has a nice personality when she's not being fucking annoying and waking people up in the middle of the night because her butt got too famous I will go to your house and I will pick you up and, like, throw you in a lake. My girlfriend needs her beauty rest even though she's already the most beautiful girl in the world. Good fucking night and I hope it works out between you and the barista xoxo"

A few more minutes, and then:

"sorry viv (and dana)

night"

[qzwrites]

daniil/yakov AU pt.1

i'm out of control; here's a daniil/yakov AU

---

Being fat was not actually a substitute for having boobs, but it did make it a little easier and more convincing, with the right application of undergarments. Daniil thought he looked pretty sexy, actually. His wig was cheap and bad, but there was only so much he could do about that. At least he had enough practice with makeup to do a nice job.

Daniil hoped some of the other guys actually did dress up like girls, too, or he'd feel really silly. Not silly enough not to go; he was sure he'd be able to pick up girls dressed like this, at least. Kavagoran women were starved for men in makeup. He wasn't sure what drove that impulse exactly, but if it got him laid, he wouldn't complain.

He ran into Nastasya on his way out of the house. She looked pained. "Danny," she said. "You can't go out looking like that."

"I can and I will," Daniil said, and left the oldest of his younger sisters looking constipated in the hallway.

Daniil was not the only one of the guys to go through with it, although he was by far the one who had done the best job, bad wig notwithstanding. Maksim Kasharik had turned up in some galactic mini-dress and spike heels, but he hadn't done anything about his hair or chest. He looked hot as fuck, but he also didn't really look like he was in drag; he looked like some sophisticated off-worlder from a culture that didn't view mini-dresses as exclusively women's clothes. The other boys were in more or less passable drag--Mikhail had hidden his hair in one of those scarves Southern women wore, but his makeup was dreadful, while Ivan Khurenev had leaned into the camp of bad drag, while somehow excising the camp.

As Daniil predicted, the girls loved it, and someone rushed upstairs to exchange his bad wig for a better one from Stasia's bedroom. The cut was horribly out of date, but with the loan of a hair tie and some judicial loose locks, it was miles better than the cheap party wig Daniil came with.

He was dancing with some girls and their boyfriends when Maksim sidled up to him. Maksim put his mouth right up against Daniil's ear and asked, "Do you think we could get anyone to explode if we made out dressed like this?"

Daniil laughed. "If by 'explode' you mean--"

Maksim rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Yes, thank you, that was my implication," he said, using his hands on Daniil's hips to turn him more facing him. "Oh, hello," he said, looking down. "These are real."

Daniil laughed again. He traced one finger along his cleavage. "Real cleavage, anyway," he said. "I've got two bras helping me out."

"They look great," Maksim said, forgetting to be performatively sexy as he cupped one. "Oh, I see, it's all this out here that's fake. That's clever!"

"Thanks," Daniil said. He draped his arms over Maksim's shoulders. Maksim was usually just a bit taller than him, but the heels added several additional inches."You look good like this."

"Please," Maksim said, rolling his eyes, "I'm wearing a stretchy tube of black fabric and heels, anyone would look good in this."

"I wouldn't," Daniil said.

Maksim laughed. "Fine, anyone skinny would look good in this," he said. "You have the advantage of actual curves and real cleavage." He ran his hands down Daniil's sides to rest them on Daniil's hips again. He leaned in so his next words would be harder to overhear. "Were you going to go for a girl tonight, or see if any of these other guys get drunk enough to forget to pretend they're not into you?"

Daniil shrugged, and was gratified to see Maksim's attention drift down to his bared chest. "It's early still," he said.

"Fair enough," Maksim said, but did lean in to kiss Daniil, lightly. He made a face as he pulled away. "How do women do it?" he asked, because their lipstick had tried to stick together.

"The real reason for butches," Daniil said, and Maksim giggled.

After a couple of songs, Maksim went to get a drink, and Daniil went to use one of the bathrooms. On his way back to the main rooms of the party, he was stopped by a familiar voice saying, "Excuse me, miss, but where on earth has a beauty like you been hiding?"

Daniil almost didn't want to turn around, because then he wouldn't have to witness the shock or disappointment on Yakov's face. He did, although he rather wished he was mysteriously unrecognizable like Cinderella or some other wonder tale heroine. Daniil said, "Hi, Yakov."

Yakov Sardavin did not look shocked or disappointed. For a moment, he instead looked confused, and then he said, "By God, is that you, Daniil? You look amazing!"

"Thank you," Daniil said, unable to keep himself from blushing.

"I mean, I saw Ivan and Maksim, and I sort of figured--I mean, not that Maksim doesn't carry it off, but he does still look like a man in a dress, doesn't he? But you," Yakov said. He gestured.

"I look good enough to hit on?" Daniil asked.

"Maybe it's my Gnillesian-adjacent upbringing," Yakov said, shrugging, "but you just look like a woman to me."

"Well, that is what I was going for," Daniil said. That made him feel some kind of way to hear. Maybe it was just because it was Yakov, who he'd had a crush on for years, but the idea that someone could look at Daniil, recognize him, and still think he looked like a woman was...something to consider more later, perhaps. He brushed a lock of the wig's bangs back from his cheeks and said, "I didn't think this was your kind of party, though."

For some reason, that made Yakov blush. "Ah, no," he said, "not usually. I'm glad I came, though."

"Good," Daniil said. Then, before he said or did anything unwise, he said, "I'll see you later, Yakov," and left him.

Back in the rooms where dancing was happening, Daniil let a few girls he knew from school prod his fake breasts. Katya, already a little drunk by the smell of her, didn't want to stop groping them, and despite the fact that there was several layers of padding between her hands and Daniil's chest, it was pretty hot. He eventually had to pass her off to her friends just so he could walk off the nascent stiffy.

He went to the kitchen to get a drink, and Stasia smacked his ass as he walked by. He did a little offended-noblewoman-act, all flustered with his hand on his heart, to raucous laughter. Stasia's friends tried to pull him into their circle, but Daniil really needed some air now. "Sticks and stones, Stasia," he muttered, grabbing a can of soda from a cooler and heading out to the yard.

One of the things Kavagor had going for it was the climate. The Imperial capital was positioned in a beautifully temperate area, where the weather was mild and pleasant most of the year, with a brief dip into constant light snow in the winter. Most of the central continent was equally temperate, not only within human tolerances but actually comfortable most of the time. Not all of the planets in the galaxy were as climatically friendly.

Daniil stood on the patio and enjoyed a light breeze along with his cold soda, which cooled him off enough that he was no longer in danger of ruining the lines of his skirt when Maksim came through the door from the house. "There you are," Maksim said, descending the steps from the kitchen. "Do you still have that thing about my cousin Yakov?" he asked.

"No, I was out here to get rid of it," Daniil said, which made Maksim snort. "Why?"

"Because he's here and he's asking about you," Maksim said. He came close to Daniil to murmur, "I think you'd have a very real shot at getting him into bed."

"Tired of me already, Maks?" Daniil asked, putting on a pout.

"Darling Danny," Maksim said, toying with a lock of Daniil's wig, "you can have me any time. I have to assume Yakov is a limited-time offer."

"Can I?" Daniil asked. Maksim's already striking eyes were ringed with artfully smudged makeup. Daniil leaned in close enough to rest his fingers on Maksim's hip. "Then why haven't we?"

Maksim shrugged. "One or both of us have had other things on our mind," he suggested. "If you're really interested, I'd be happy to oblige you."

"But not tonight," Daniil guessed.

"Blood, Danny, we can go right here if you really want to make this party memorable," Maksim said, which was a terrible and hilarious idea. He went on, "I thought you'd rather take a shot at someone who needs the excuse of you making a beautiful woman, as opposed to just an appreciation of it."

"I'll hold you to that," Daniil said. "There's been a few times when I'm sure I would have had a better time going somewhere private with you than I ended up having."

Maksim grinned. "I've had similar thoughts," he said. He leaned in still more, bending down enough that he could lightly press his still-tacky lips to Daniil's. "And if you don't find any takers," he murmured, mere centimeters from Daniil's face, "I'd be more than happy to prove I'm no lady."

"You're doing a terrible job convincing me to find someone else to fuck," Daniil said, laughing.

*

Yakov broke away from the clump of girls he was dancing with when he spotted Daniil. That was something, Daniil thought, because at least two of those girls were definitely easy enough to spread their legs for Yakov. Yakov might have been more of a gentleman than some of their peers, but he wasn't a fool; he had to be aware of which girls were a sure thing.

He stopped in front of Daniil. After an awkward moment of silence, Yakov held out his hand and asked, "May I have this dance?" as if they were at a formal ball and not a house party.

"You may," Daniil responded in kind, although he ignored Yakov's proffered hand in favor of throwing his arms around Yakov's shoulders.

Yakov was better at formal dancing than he was at this kind, although how mesmerized he looked gazing at Daniil made up for a lot. It did at least allow for more casual touching than most formal dances, and Yakov seemed eager to take advantage of those opportunities.

When the music faded while the song changed, Yakov leaned in to say, "Seriously, I would never have guessed you weren't a girl if I didn't know better."

"Do you know better?" Daniil asked, cheekily, because he didn't think they'd ever been in a position to see each other naked. He'd certainly never shared a locker room or anything with Yakov, so he couldn't think of when Yakov would have had the opportunity and desire to look at him nude.

But Yakov looked thoughtful at that, almost as though he was taking it seriously. "Do I?" he responded.

Daniil's stomach turned over. "Why?" he asked. "If I said I was, would you believe me?"

"Sasha and Aunt Del would kill me if I didn't," Yakov said, making Daniil laugh. "And who would know better than you, right?"

Daniil hadn't considered the fact that Yakov had Gnillesian family. They weren't so rigid about gender there. Yakov had even said something earlier about that. On Gnilles, if Daniil went out dressed as a woman and told everyone he was a woman, they'd take him at face value. He heard they'd do that even if you skipped the dressing as part, ignoring the traditional gender of your outfit in favor of what you said. He could go out dressed like normal, and as long as he had those little chips of glass in his ears that said he was a woman, everyone who got close enough to see them would immediately call him one. Daniil had known that for years, of course, but he had never before considered that it would apply to him, too.

Daniil pressed closer against Yakov's body. Yakov's hand alighted on Daniil's waist as though it had been waiting for the chance. Quietly enough so no one else would be able to hear him over the music, Daniil asked, "If I said I wanted to be your girl for the night, would you kiss me?"

Yakov huffed a little laugh. "I think I'd do anything you asked," he said.

Daniil leaned forward and closed the distance between their mouths. Yakov slid his arms around Daniil's waist, pulling them flush together. Yakov deepened the kiss of his own accord, opening his mouth to let Daniil's breath in.

When they broke apart, Yakov asked Daniil, "Do you want to get out of here?"

Daniil replied, "Desperately."

*

Of course, Yakov was living in the Academy barracks and Daniil still lived at home, so they wound up in the nearest park, in a spot Daniil happened to know was poorly-lit and not frequented by passers-by.

He kind of expected Yakov to, you know, try and pretend he was a girl. Instead, Yakov groaned into Daniil's mouth and shifted his thigh to press into Daniil's erection more. "Is that for me?" he asked, jostling his leg between Daniil's.

"Who else would it be for?" Daniil asked. He didn't dare ask if the matching heat against his own leg was for him. "I don't see any other handsome young men pinning me to the ground."

"Not at the moment," Yakov agreed, and went back to kissing Daniil.

He also did the same thing Katya had done, and groped Daniil's heavily-padded chest like it was real. It worked just as well--if not better!--when Yakov did it, so by the time Daniil yanked off his top and the two bras giving him the illusion of breasts, his nipples tingled and ached. Yakov bent down and sucked one into his mouth like Daniil really was any other girl. Except at the same time, one of his hands crept down to cup Daniil's cock through his skirt.

Daniil moaned. "Yakov."

Yakov paused, and looked up at him. "This is okay, right? Or should I not?"

Oh, shit, he'd really--he thought Daniil--sticks, he was so considerate. It was an odd mix of Kavagoran chivalry and galactic manners that Daniil never imagined. Even with his queer friends, there was usually a cloak of irony over one part or the other. "It's amazing," Daniil said. "You're amazing." He might have to reconsider those feelings about how nice it was to have someone believe he was a girl sooner rather than later, and not just because it was apparently getting him laid. It felt so good.

Yakov hummed and went back to sucking on Daniil's nipple while he rubbed Daniil's cock.

A while later--Daniil truly couldn't have said as to how long--Yakov pulled away from Daniil's chest, although he kept his hand on Daniil's cock. Yakov said, "I didn't bring any condoms, although I suppose we would also need lube." While Daniil tried to wrap his head around how casually Yakov had said that, Yakov went on, "Usually at this point I'd go down on you, but fair warning that I'm probably bad at it since I've never done it before."

"What?" Daniil asked.

"Well, you know," Yakov said, looking embarrassed. "All my experience is with, ah, more traditionally equipped girls."

"You can say you've never sucked cock before," Daniil said.

"I didn't know if you'd be okay having that word applied to you," Yakov said, like the earnest idiot he was.

Daniil laughed, feeling much more intoxicated than the single drink he had would get him. "I've had cock applied to me plenty," he said, and Yakov chuckled.

"Well then," Yakov said, smiling up at him, "please forgive me if my cock-sucking is not up to your usual standards." He kissed Daniil's chest again, then his stomach, and then flipped Daniil's skirt up to press his face against Daniil's very strained panties. "Oh, hello," Yakov said. "Well, congratulations on being the first girl I've been with to have a bigger dick than me," he said, then kissed the damp spot on Daniil's underwear.

"Yakov, don't tease," Daniil breathed.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Yakov murmured, pulling Daniil's underwear over to one side, so Daniil's cock had a free route out of one of the leg holes.

The preemptive apology was not especially necessary; Yakov's inexperience was clear enough, but he had the general idea, and he was quick to pick up on whether Daniil liked something. He noticed how much Daniil liked pressure in that spot behind his balls, and once he had, he kept one of his hands down there, counterpointing his hand and mouth on Daniil's shaft.

"Yakov," Daniil panted. "Yakov, fuck, Yakov, I'm--bones, Yakov, you're so good, I'm--"

"You wanna come in my mouth, baby?" Yakov asked, talking around the head of Daniil's cock. He kissed Daniil's slit. "I'd like that. You're so hot." He bent back down to suck on the head of Daniil's cock.

Daniil couldn't keep himself from jerking his hips up as he came in Yakov's mouth, but Yakov only sputtered and let a little leak out between his lips. He kept working his hands, milking Daniil through it. Sergei's blood and bones, how good was he at eating pussy if this was his uncertain first blowjob? Daniil rather wished he could swap over and find out.

When Daniil was wrung completely dry, Yakov went ahead and lapped up all the bits that had spilled, cleaning off both Daniil's cock and his own hands. He gave the head of Daniil's cock one last kiss, then wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, before licking that up as well. "Can I kiss you again?" Yakov asked. "I really want to, but I thought you might not like the taste--"

Daniil hauled him up into kissing range. Yakov's lower face was all damp, and he certainly smelled like cock. Daniil opened his mouth and did his best to convey how much he did not mind the taste of semen.

Yakov was still rock-hard, his cock pressing against Daniil's stomach just above his own cock. Daniil reached between them to fumble with the fastening of Yakov's trousers, and all but shoved his hand down them. Yakov groaned into his mouth and bucked against him.

It was possibly the least elegant or impressive handjob of Daniil's life, but Yakov frantically thrusting his hips while he laid on top of Daniil was a memory Daniil would treasure forever after this night.

Daniil barely remembered to stop and tell Yakov not to come on his clothes. "Right, of course," Yakov said, and then pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. Daniil nearly laughed, but Yakov was trembling to keep himself still. Daniil arranged the handkerchief to cover the likely trajectory of Yakov's come, then went back to stroking him. Yakov groaned. "God, Danny, that feels so good."

"Good," Daniil said. He leaned up enough to kiss Yakov again.

Yakov came all over his own handkerchief and Daniil's stomach, but little of it got on Daniil's clothes. Yakov sagged on top of him. "Fuck," Yakov breathed. He kissed Daniil again, lightly. "Thank you," he murmured. "That was amazing. Blood, I can't believe I never knew you were so sexy."

Daniil giggled. They made out a little more before Yakov sat back to put his clothes in order. It took a bit longer for Daniil to put himself back together, since his shirt didn't fit right without breasts filling it out, so he had to re-assemble his bra contraption. Yakov watched with apparent interest.

"That's clever," he said, just as Maksim had. "That's why they look so real. The part I can see is real."

"Mmhmm," Daniil said. "Hey, you know how to do up the back of these. Would you?" He half-turned to put his back to Yakov.

"Sure thing, beautiful." As Yakov did up Daniil's bra back, he said, "We kind of messed up your wig, too."

Daniil wrinkled his nose. "It's actually Stasia's," he said. "The girls confiscated the one I came with. I guess I should fix it before I give it back to her."

"Oh, I just meant it was crooked," Yakov said, tugging on it. Daniil sat still, enjoying the attention. When the wig was straightened to Yakov's satisfaction, he looked back at Daniil's eyes. He asked, "Do you want me to walk you home?"

Did he want Yakov to walk him home? That seemed like a less pertinent question than whether Yakov would realize what he was doing midway through the journey. Or what Daniil's parents might say, if they saw them together. Daniil said, "I can get home on my own."

Yakov frowned. "Even dressed like that?" he asked.

Damn, that was a good point. If he walked, he'd be going through a neighborhood that was less accepting of noticeably queer folks, such as Daniil dressed up like a woman. And even if he passed, he'd be opening himself up to street harassment in a neighborhood most of the girls he knew wouldn't walk through alone. He smiled at Yakov, and said, "Maybe just to the tram stop?"

Yakov helped him up, then used the excuse of brushing dirt and grass off his clothes to grope his ass.

After Yakov walked him to the stop, he kissed Daniil one more time before he headed in the direction of his own tram stop.

[radioromantic-moved]

guy from the show is fat and hairy as is a bit of a trend (my favorite‏‏‎ ‎trexels‏‏‎ ‎are like this and my biggest celebrity crush on a guy everrrrr is on‏‏‎ ‎matt‏‏‎ ‎berry.‏‏‎ ‎this is a good thing btw this does not add to the awfulness of them it actually redeems them slightly) however he is also tall which sucks. if (and this is a HUGE if) i actually inserted into the world i would Need to make my s/i taller which i'd normally never do but it's important. i hate feeling short and not in like a "haha short people are so cute when they're angry about being short" way i mean i genuinely fucking hate when people make fun of me for being short and especially when men make fun of me for being short. it makes me feel infantilized which is the fastest way to get me to instantly see red. actually if women are taller than me it's fine that's hot. but i still need them to be nice about it. butch diversity loss i don't do any of the cool masc stuff like knowing a lot about cars or having cool muscles i just got the height insecurity.

[tiredmaster]

TMA Fat Ass Rating

Crack post about the fatness of TMA character's asses.

Jon: -10/10 Flattest ass in the show. You know when people sit on a couch for too long and it leaves a mark? Jon's ass irons that shit out

Martin: 10/10 SUPER fat ass. Half because fat dudes all deserve the fattest asses but also because his bitchiness could only be achieved with a fat ass.

Tim: 9/10 Second only to Martin. Once again it's the bitchiness, but also because hot boys deserve fat asses.

Sasha: 9/10 She and Tim are fat-assed besties. She stole all the ass from every other eye avatar and hoards it in that dump truck. Also sexy transgender woman's swagger deserves a dummy thick ass.

Not!Sasha: 0/10 Obviously flat as fuck. It cannot compare to Sasha who lives in mourning every day for that.

Elias and Jonah: 1/10 Both have chronic flat ass bitch disease </3 Jonah was the world's first and only flat-assed twink back in his time. Elias' daddy issues flattened his out.

Daisy: 2/10: Her thighs and abs are to die for, but no matter what she does her cheeks remain chronically flat. She majorly loses points for being a POS cop, no matter how much I want to fall in love with her.

Basira: 5/10: Perfectly average cheeks. Not bitchy enough to have a fat ass but not smart enough for a flat ass. Her gayness and copness also even it out on both sides.

Georgie: 7/10 While she isn't ABSOLUTELY packing, she had enough to make up for whatever Jon has going on <3 When Melanie lost her sight, her only true loss was not getting an eyeful of Georgie's sights.

Melanie: 9/10: You know why. Slaughter avatars just got that fat ass vibes yanno? Also, Jon help, I keep trying to murder Elias but the clap of my dummy thick cheeks keeps alerting The Eye. :(

Peter Lukas: 6/10: Evil bear-type bod. But, I think he's just too calm and non-confrontational that his ass is average. Evens out to about a six. Sorta unrelated but Mordechai had the dumpiest in his time. It's what lured in Jonah, like an anglerfish.

Jude: 10/10: Evil butch lesbian absolutely has killer cheeks. Has women falling for her left right and centre. I also just think we truly deserve fat-assed Asian butch representation.

Agnes: 0/10: Idk I just can't imagine her being flatter than a board. If you touch her you get splinters and she kisses you better <3

Mike: 8/10: He's thick as fuck and is bitchily nice enough to work it. It's his hidden talent.

Simon: -3/10: You may be sightseeing with him, but he sure as hell ain't the sights. The reason he has 849042 sugar babies is to make up for the vast emptiness that behind.

Annabell: 13/10: Idk she just fucking deserves the fattest ass for how dirty she was done by the plot </3 Also that cocky otherworldliness swagger she has just screams ABSOLUTE world-sized dumpy.

Annd that's the tea.

[fma03envy]

Bored so I'm stating my thoughts on every DRS swimsuit sprite

(Part 1: THH)

Makoto: it's like. Fine lol. Kind of generic but totally fits with his "totally average high school student" thing

Taka: Accurate. Next.

Byakuya: Torn between "this looks stupid" and "it's Byakuya we're talking about here, of course he'd wear something stupid and think it would make him look more refined ". Like this looks bad but it's absolutely in character

Mondo: Eh. Feels almost kinda young for him but I don't really have any better ideas and it does fit his color scheme well

Leon: Flaming hot cheetos vibes but I'll take it

Hifumi: Fitting but makes me even more mad that he's stylized Like That. All the other characters had plausible proportions I'm SURE you can do that for a fat character too. Either they all should be cartoony or none of em should be

Hiro: I guess I get what they were going for but this is too patterned and also not his color scheme at all. Maybe I'm just saying this bc I think orange and green basically never match but yeah

Chihiro: BEAUTIFUL AMAZING SHOWSTOPPING PERFECT. My favorite outfit so far. Dr may have utterly failed in basically every aspect of Chihiro's writing but they did not fail with this outfit she looks amazing

Sayaka: This looks dumb sorry. Idk what they were going for but like. Why. The top and bottom of her suit don't even match? (Admittedly her hair being draped over her shoulders weirdly like that is just for this sprite not all of them but still)

Kyoko. Like. Technically it's better than Sayaka's aesthetically in that at least it matches with itself and her hair ties (in most of the sprites at least. For some reason they're discolored in this only fullbody one.). Still. The thing about me is that I have trouble imagining Kyoko wearing literally any feminine clothing ever so I see this and my mind just goes "OOC" even though she literally also dresses fem in canon

Hina: Worst one yet. She's literally ultimate swimmer why would she wear this it's impractical and dumb. Also the color scheme is soo different from the normal desaturated red+white+blue she normally wears. The bandaid is an ok touch but that's the only good thing about this design

(I'm sorry Toko's expression is like that; this is the only close-to-fullbody DRS sprite on the wiki)

Toko and Syo (kind of the same outfit so I'll judge it together): I really like this one! Toko having a skirt thing so no one can see her tallymarks but Syo taking it off is a good touch. I wouldn't have thought of blue as her color but it actually really works (and reminds me of Komaru's uniform...)

Sakura: Cute! Tbh a bit more frilly/cutesy than I would have expected but she looks nice :)

Celeste: SECOND FAVE AFTER CHIHIRO I <3 IT. Generally Celeste's aesthetic fucks so hard (only tiiiiny criticism I have is that the lace on her suit would look nicer if it was matching in size with that on her headdress)

Junko: Why so plain??? Like it really doesn't seem to fit with the gyaru aesthetic at all (admittedly I don't know much about said fashion subculture though so I def could be wrong it just looks very different to my eye). Like I feel like this is what Hina should have worn it looks like smth actual swimmers would wear in a race

Mukuro: REAL LIXED FEELINGS HERE. On the one hand, this is very fitting for someone pretending to be the ultimate fashionista; you've perfectly captured that vibe. On the other hand, why should she have to pretend to be Junko in this context whyyy. (So like generally this aesthetic is good she's getting a good grade in Junko mimicry but the "Mukuro is butch" part of my brain is NOT a fan she shouldn't HAVE to wear that)

Monokuma: Sure lol. this is fine. Why do you need a swimsuit when you're normally naked