#breathing exercise to lose weight fast

[fitnessmantram]

Inhale Exhale Exercise for Belly Fat | breathing exercises to loose belly...

Inhale Exhale Exercise for Belly Fat: The breathing exercise is extremely beneficial as it increases the metabolic rate, digestive health and overall energy levels.

This breathing strategy strengthens the muscles of the stomach and relieves respiratory issues. You can do this multiple times and return to typical relaxing for 5 seconds

[chickenisamazing]

This is the first time I've gained weight during Ramadan

[fredlikesbreakfast]

they should invent a losing weight that is both easy and also doesn't make you wanna die

[sweeticutiepie]

Hi!! Have you got any wl tips? 💕

Yes, I have a few!

So:

Drink plenty of water: like 0.5 liters before eating, it reduces appetite

When you weigh yourself, make sure you are fasting, naked in the morning: This is when the weight is most significant. If you weigh yourself in the evening and you are depressed because your weight has gone up, don't be afraid: it's normal, you've been drinking and eating, so your weight is higher. If this makes you anxious, I advise you not to weigh yourself during the day

Take food supplements: electrolytes every day or mineral water (it contains them), b12 if you eat little meat/eggs ; and dietary supplements that contain several minerals and vitamins

Go for walks in the sun as much as possible: not to burn calories but for morale. The sun helps with good mood and in winter it would be a shame to get depressed

Go to bed at the right time: your sleep rhythm has a big impact on your mood (and appetite!) so getting a good night's sleep and having a good sleep rhythm will help you!

Do things you enjoy: Don't be 100% focused on losing weight, do other things you enjoy. Read, draw, go out, play video games. Just have a good time!

Eat enough: It may seem counterintuitive, but cutting your calories to 500 or less won't help at all. You'll lose weight quickly, but poorly. And you'll gain it back later. Your metabolism will slow down and you will not lose weight anymore. For your height and weight, your metabolism is at 1615. Which means you can eat 1615 and not gain weight! Your resting metabolism (without breathing, moving, talking or anything) is at 1346. I think if you eat at least 1400 you will already be very well. In the long run it is the best thing to do

Eat everything, without fear food: my anorexia is different, I am afraid of quantities. I prefer to eat a 20g cake with 1000 calories than a 200g vegetable with 30 calories. But you have to force yourself and eat everything. In fact, as long as you are within your calorie limit, you can eat everything. The best thing is to eat what you want

Don't be afraid to indulge: you have the right to go out with your family, friends or colleagues if you feel like it. You can watch your calories tomorrow! It's okay to "overeat" a meal, I promise you it won't do anything to you. But above all, don't forget the golden rule: don't weigh yourself in the next 72 hours. Your body will have to get rid of the food, so you'll just be depressed for junk

Eat when you need to: If you feel weak or dizzy, you need to eat a little. It's probably hypoglycemia. So eat a fruit or a cake. The goal is not to starve yourself, just to eat little enough to lose weight but enough to not be weak. The more you starve yourself, the more you will have to eat later. So eat whenever you need to!

Avoid certain foods: Don't drink fruit juice or squeezed fruit, it's just sugar and there aren't many vitamins. If you eat meat, opt for chicken and eggs. Eggs contain several types of proteins, which makes them very interesting (you should not throw away the egg yolk!). The minimum would be that you eat 46g of protein per day, but the ideal would be 70g. Try to be in between. This is very important to maintain your muscles

It's okay not to exercise: I don't and I'm still losing weight. Exercise is not the most important thing, diet is. It's better that you don't exercise at all, because you will sweat and lose vitamins and minerals. Focus on weight training or any sport that engages the muscles, not cardio

If you have digestive problems: try having a glass of water with a teaspoon of baking soda (food grade). It can really help. If you have not been able to go to the toilet for 9-10 days, I advise you to take a laxative to relieve yourself

You can fast: but be careful. As I wrote earlier, at the slightest sign of weakness, don't forget to eat! Fasting can help you feel better about your body, but it's not a miracle weight loss solution. Start small, it's not a competition!

Don't set time limits for yourself: it will make you anxious. Go at your own pace, weight loss is not a race but an adventure. It will take as long as it takes

Stay safe please 💖

[epigstolary]

On Your Own

The alarm buzzing on your phone announces another day of struggling to navigate your narrow, confined world. After a few minutes of burying your head under the pillow, you muster the strength to reach a heavy, puffy, flab-covered arm out to hit the snooze button. A couple of rocks back and forth with one of your shapeless legs and its bulging, wobbling sacs of fat, ready you to heave for the edge of the bed; and you feel your belly weight begin shifting and cascading over the side, helping to pull you toward an upright sitting position. You feel the now-familiar sensation of the thick layer of blubber burying every inch of your body sloshing with your movement, its weight pushing you down into a crater divoting most of this side of the bed. Your heart races and your breaths come shallow and labored as you recover from this extraordinary exertion, trying to collect yourself for the final push to stand up.

This hadn’t been the plan, not by a long shot. You were supposed to have a feeder, someone to take care of all the details like prepping your vast meals, getting the extensive grocery list needed to keep the overworked kitchen full, tidying up and performing all the personal care rituals you’d gotten too fat to do yourself without it taking a literal workout. And for a while, you’d had one. Someone who was happy, even eager, to see you gain as much as you possibly could. Someone who would have been far from disappointed to see you overwhelm your bed with your lard-packed body and keep eating. And someone who was willing to put in the work to help you make it happen.

He was there, cooking before and after work, making sure you had the piles of alternately greasy or fatty or sweet or salty food you needed to keep your waistline expanding and the rolls covering your body growing. He was there restocking your snack cabinet and your soda fridge and your containers of prepped meals so you rarely had to do more than waddle to the kitchen to find a couple thousand calories waiting for you. He was there to admire your growing bulk, watching as that heavy swollen belly swallowed up your lap, that ballooning butt anchored you more and more firmly to the couch, that double chin and those tits and that bicep flab piled up around your chest as if to bury you.

He’d eventually fed you to a point beyond what you’d have ever thought possible. He made sure you were tantalized by food 24/7, always able to have something tasty and fattening on hand at any moment of the day, never not thinking about your next snack or meal or indulgence. His encouragement left you with a permanent craving for something at all times — a craving he was always ready to satisfy. You didn’t worry about what his doting attention was doing to your body, or your stamina, or your health, because he was there. He was taking care of you. Even if you wound up in bed and too fat to ever move again, he’d be there to make sure you had everything you needed. You could get as big as you wanted, and know that he would always find a way to make it work.

And then he was gone. It wouldn’t do any good to dwell on how, again, for the thousandth time. The stark fact was that now you were on your own — no job, nothing like the amount of food he’d kept stocked up, struggling even to move under the 700 lbs he’d fed into you. You managed to avoid disaster — dusting off your resume and finding remote work, setting up a service for groceries, getting a monthly pass to keep your lifeline of fast food deliveries coming. But you knew how precarious your situation was, and how little it would take for your morbidly-obese, food-addicted self to be in real trouble, if you put on just a few pounds or had to try and travel hardly any distance.

Because you definitely weren’t getting any smaller. Fear didn’t keep you from picking up the fork; if anything, it made you shovel more junk down your throat. And how else were you supposed to lose weight, join a gym and start exercising? You knew you could bounce along on a treadmill for two or three minutes at most before your pounding heart and burning lungs would force you to quit. You’d be reduced to a wheezing, overheated mound of blubber desperately trying to collect yourself in front of a gym full of fit, healthy, judgmental people. You’d have to make do at this size for as long as your luck would hold out, hoping against hope that you wouldn’t grow and lose what little mobility you still had.

And so you do your best to stumble through your morning routine — your ass and belly squeaking as they rub against the sides of the shower stall they’re too big for, your chubby arms and bingo wings quivering as you reach into the grease-soaked paper bag for another fast-food breakfast sandwich, your couch creaking ominously as you settle in for work with your laptop and your chocolate-caramel-laced excuse of a coffee. You know, somewhere deep down, that there’s a ticking clock counting down — this is not a stable situation that can last forever. You know you can’t stop gorging and gaining. Things aren’t desperate enough yet for you to want to; but even if you did, you know you couldn’t. The day is coming when you’ll be stuck here, too big to help yourself anymore, no way to save yourself from snowballing growth. You know you can’t stop it.

And you realize why, for the first time. The voice you hear in the back of your mind, telling you how hungry you are, how tasty that little snack or dessert would be, is his voice. When you run your fingers across the soft, yielding flab spreading out from your body, it’s his touch, his hands that you feel. And when that yearning, aching, burning desire to eat even more and grow even heavier overtakes you, it’s his desperate lust that you feel. “I need you so much bigger, babe… I need you fat enough to fill this bed, so the real feeding can start.”

It doesn’t matter that he isn’t around anymore. That living independently and being a half-ton are a complete contradiction. That caring for yourself and being a bedbound lardpile are irreconcilably exclusive. You might be on your own, but he insinuated himself into your psyche a long time ago. After him, there was no going back to your merely chubby former self. His encouragement was corrupting to your very soul; and you were chained to him and his wishes as surely as if the ghost of his memory were the living, breathing man, delicately forcing another fattening morsel between your lips.

You were his. You are his. And he wants you fatter.

[extra-stout-stories]

(In response to this ask for "a short story about a feedee becoming increasingly out of shape as they gain.")

You never thought you would go this far.

It started as a game, an experiment. Just to know what it felt like, you relaxed your gym routine slightly, let yourself indulge in a few more snacks than usual. After all, despite the abs, despite the gym bod, you'd always fantasized about being fat.

Just to know what it felt like. You enjoyed running your palm across your belly and feeling just a little bit of smooth chub where there had previously been nothing but muscle. When it stopped feeling good, you'd lose it.

Your belly got a little softer. Now you could see it poking out when you looked in the mirror, feel a little bit of jiggle when you did your cardio. You weren't able to max out your speed like you used to, and you ended up out of breath when you finished, but that didn't feel so bad. You were still exercising, still working hard. So it was no big deal if you rewarded yourself with some ice cream afterwards.

But you couldn't stop at that pudgy belly. You wanted to know how it would feel to have a hang, a proper hang with an underbelly folding over against your thighs. You figured you'd take a break from the gym for a couple weeks just to get yourself over that last hurdle. You were still pushing yourself, but now you were pushing yourself to finish extra portions, eating gigantic meals that left you breathless and polishing them off with multiple desserts. Just to see how it felt. Once you had that belly, it would be time to call off the experiment and head back to the gym.

It still wasn't enough for you, though. 300 was such a tantalizingly round number. And it wasn't that far away. You were spending all evening on the couch now, making sure to lay out a smorgasbord of snacks and treats within easy reach before you beached yourself and started to gorge. After all, you used to have such good gym habits. It wasn't that long ago that you had abs. When the time came, you'd start exercising again.

300 came easily. 350 came easily too -- more easily than you expected. It was when you realized that the walk to the fridge was leaving you winded that you got a little worried. It was time to ease up. Maybe not lose weight, but take a breather, get in better condition, get your body in better shape to handle all the fat that you had added during your experiment in aggressive gaining. So for the first time in a longer time than you knew, you went back to the gym.

Just a few minutes of cardio left you winded. Heart pounding, face flushed and sweaty as your cheeks and chins jiggled, belly bouncing and slapping as you struggled to heave your fat thighs past each other. You were totally out of shape. It was embarrassing. Would any of your old gym friends even recognize you?

But it was also hot. So hot. Even as you huffed and panted you were getting excited. "I'm fat," you thought to yourself, "really fat."

You tried the gym again a few days later, once the soreness had worn off. You tried it a third and final time a few weeks after that. The effort left you soaked with sweat and more turned on than ever at the realization: there's no turning back now.

You stopped at three different fast food drive-throughs on the way home.

And look at you now. Just getting up from the couch leaves you winded. By the time you make it to the door to answer the delivery driver, you're panting and gasping and steadying yourself against the doorframe just to catch your breath. Moving those hundreds of pounds of blubber from the couch to the front door, from the front door to the fridge, from the fridge to the bathroom and bedroom, is the only exercise you get. It's the only exercise you get, and it's getting more and more difficult.

But when you crash back down on the couch or sprawl out naked on the bed, surrounded by bags of delivery, feeling all those hundreds of pound jiggle, thinking about how obscenely fat you've let yourself get…

You wouldn't have it any other way.

[generalluxun]

A second scene between fics.

“-and that’s the latest we have on this new hero careening across the streets of Paris,” Nadja Camchak’s image smiled vaguely from the TV screen.

“Can we even call them a hero, Nadja?” Her co-anchor asked with an even more vapid cheer.

“Well Jean,” Nadja simpered, “It’s definitely a curious situation. They helped defeat an akuma, but almost immediately got in a fight with our very own Ladybug. How are we supposed to interpret that, especially alongside moments like these?”

She gestured at the air and a half dozen images of Purrge apprehending criminals, pulling people from ruined cars, and even rescuing a cat, scrolled behind her.

“I think it’s safe to say that at the very least they’re not a villain. Perhaps we have a heroic territorial dispute on our hands?”

The camera swung back to Jean who was frowning in overexaggerated concern, “A most troubling thought, Nadja. It doesn’t help that when asked for comment this Not-Cat-Noir hissed at reporters and crushed a microphone.”

Nadja tilted her head in mock camaraderie, “Well Jean-”

*Kthunk* The heavy slap of metal plates overrode the TV.

The TV that hung small and as an afterthought in a stuffy room that predated the very idea of a ‘recreational gym.’ Le Grand Paris had repurposed it for guests, stuffed it full of exercise machinery despite the lack of ventilation, though only one patron was present at the moment.

Chloé leaned forward, panting where she sat at the lat-pull down machine. As sweat dripped down her face, framing a maniacal grin, she glanced up at the news cast, “Ha! Crushed it, bit it in half, and spit it back in his face more like.”

Almost empty; Plagg floated up out of a nest of discarded hand towels, cackling. He floated up towards the screen. “You people have made so many new and interesting things to break since I was last out. Electronics? Sparks and fires already barely contained. It’s brilliant!”

Chloé adjusted her fingerless gloves and reached up for the pull bar again. She made sure of her grip before starting another set, “nnf. You should have seen the cat one. Hfff. Cat in a tree? Cataclysm! Gnnf.  Poof! No tree and I didn’t even drop the cat.”

Plagg sidebarred, “I would hope not.” Then louder, “What’s with all this? There’s not a butterfly in sight when you go out.”

Chloé’s response continued between repetitions, “Better. Than. Ladybug.”

Plagg gestured at the screen. “Yeah, but it’s not making you any friends.”

“Doesn’t. Matter. Better.”

He flew down, dodging back and forth under the rise and fall of weights as Chloé worked.

When she stopped he sat on the weights and asked, “You aren’t moving this anywhere, just back and forth.”

She slumped forward again, forehead against the frame of the weight machine. Sucking in deep breaths in shakey gulps. “Get stronger. That’s how it works, right? You said. For fighting.”

The words seemed to take a while to sink in, or maybe he was considering his answer more than usual. Chloé’s ragged panting filled up the room. Plagg twitched one ear slowly. “Kinda? My power enhances what you already got. So unless you take lessons you’re not suddenly become good with the baton-”

“-stupid stick anyway-”

Plagg wrinkled his nose and deadpanned. “...Right… Anyway, but if you are strong, or fast, you get stronger or faster… like you with your jumps-”

“-eight years of ballet.”

Plagg waved a paw. “Whatever that is. Yeah. So, sure you can raise the baseline, but that takes time. It’s not gonna happen overnight.”

Chloé sat up again and wiped the sweat from her lips. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll still be better.”

Plagg squinted. As Chloé reached up for the bar again he floated off the weights quickly. “Look, fun is fun, but your room says ‘Miss Priss’ to me, so why the sudden urgency?”

She adjusted her grip, looking through him into the past. “I won’t lose this time.”

“What do you mean by-”

The beep and click of the gym door unlocking sent Plagg diving for cover. The door opened slowly and André’s head showed itself around the edge. Spotting Chloé, he paused. “Sweety, hi. I am glad you are enjoying the gym, but our patrons need to be able to use it too…”

Chloé instantly scowled, standing and stomping her foot. “No! I need my privacy. They can have it when I ‘m done.!”

André grimaced. “Honey, I’ll get you a new gym. There’s that old ice rink no one uses any more. You’d have the biggest gym in Paris!”

The mention of the rink triggered a memory. She hadn't gotten the gym back then either; another failure. “No! I don’t want that one. Give it to your guests. This one is mine!”

She stomped her foot again for good measure. Instead of retreating though André’s expression hardened again. “If the gym isn’t open in fifteen minutes, honey, I’ll have the lock changed on it and you won’t get the new key.”

He pulled his head back like the world’s fastest snail as soon as he was finished speaking. The door clicked shut while Chloé was still fighting to not swallow her own tongue in rage.

Plagg poked his head up and scented the air quickly. “Hey now, kid, it’s no big deal. It’s just one time, right kid? Kid?”

“Claws out!”

Purrge grabbed the exercise machine she had been using by one upright and heaved the multi-station behemoth across the room.

Steel buckled, plaster crumbled, and heavy plates splintered the hardwood floor. The tangled wreckage effectively blocked the only exit. It was still minutes before anyone dared try the handle from the other side. Rattle, rattle, click. The door wasn’t budging. Muffled voices called out in intermined frustration and concern.

Purrge sat on the floor, back against the wall and knees to her chest. She held one hand palm up above them. The swirling motes of cataclysm danced and popped in the air; all potential one moment, the next nothing. Her slitted eyes watched unblinking at the world moved on around her.

[tooth-butter]

Heyy girl!! Can u help me here???❤️❤️

I NEEDS TO LOSE 1-2KG WHAT SHOULD I DO I HAVE ON THURSDAY UNTIL I HAVE TO WEIGH MYSELF!! Last time I weight myself I was 62.7kg, but am afraid that are weight are 63,4 kg or something like that!! I’m ready for anything! READY FOR A CHALLENGE!!!🥰

WHAT SHOULD I DO??? PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE SOME TIPS❤️❤️

well, firstly, I’d say if you can manage it without b1nging, I’d recommend going on a 48 hour fast, as that tends to help lose weight fast. Also, while fasting, I tend to do some exercise (not anything insane, maybe stretches, a 10k walk, etc), to help burn more. Also, take paracetamol during the time when you get a headache, they’re AWFUL otherwise. I’d also recommend either gum or sugar free mints, as your breath begins to smell really fast during a fast otherwise. And it doesn’t have to be a water fast! Drink tea, drink flavoured water, anything that’s 0 cals, drink it if you don’t want nothing but water for 48 hours. if you can’t fast however, I’d recommend a low c@l limit, maybe 2-400 a day, and either do omad or eat multiple small and filling meals (salads are always a good go to, as well as fat free Greek yogurt), always CHUGGING water in between bites, and stopping the second you feel full, even if you have food leftover. Then do lots of exercise (personally I like to do ballet for at least an hour a day and get about 15k steps in, but any workout that you enjoy, and burns lots of c@ls is fine), personally I tend to go until I’m either at a net negative or at a net of under 100 if I’m going for losing lots fast, but do whatever you can without wanting to eat more, because doing all of this won’t help anything if you just get really hungry and eat a big meal regardless of what you do though, I always suggest to have lots of water, do lots to distract yourself from hunger, and always take vitamins and supplements <3 Stay safe!

[polo-drone-070]

The cursed chain - part 2

3. Quelling the rage

I stormed out of the gym, fists clenched and breath coming fast. The shame of what had just happened gnawed at me, mixing with this inexplicable rage simmering under my skin. How could I face the other bros after what I’d almost done to Leander? But the anger wouldn’t let up; it pulsed through me, like violent wave, fueling from my frustrations. I was overwhelmed by a need to hit something and let my muscles loose, like, every muscles of my body was aching to express so raw power. If I was to control that and not break lose in the streets, I had to channel it into something brutal, but controlled. Yes. I knew what I needed : a brutal, all-out workout.

Rushing to the gym, I threw myself into the exercises, barely pausing between sets, sweat pouring as I powered through deadlifts, bench presses, squats—anything to burn it all out. Each rep strained my muscles, matching the intensity of the fury within, letting me forget, even if just for a moment, what I’d done in the ring. I didn’t want to think about the stunned look in Leander’s eyes or the disappointment in Herc’s voice. Every weight I slammed down felt like a punch against my frustration, each set a way to quiet the shame.

But no matter how much weight I lifted, the rage stayed, simmering right under the surface. And that warmth from the collar—it was back, stronger now, filling me with a restless energy I couldn’t shake. It was like the collar itself was daring me, telling me I hadn’t been strong enough—that if I’d only given in completely, nothing would’ve stood in my way.

After an hour of this, exhaustion finally forced the rage back into a restless murmur. I collapsed onto the bench, drenched in sweat, staring down at the collar around my neck, its shine almost mocking me. Something was definitely wrong.

I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face. “Brody bro wil no wot 2 do.”

4. Brody's investigation

Brody was chilling in the team lounge, studying some stats from our last match when I found him. As I walked in, he looked up, probably noticing how wrecked I looked.

“Hey, Henry, Sup?” he asked, a slight smirk on his face. “You look like you just did 100 reps of everything.”

I let out a heavy sigh and dropped onto the floor. “Bruuh, sumthin fukin messd up wiz me. I’ve bin actin, lyk,… crazy. Lyk, I almost rippd Leander apart, bruh. N dis chain…” I touched the collar around my neck, feeling the strange warmth that never seemed to go away. “Itz kinda lyk itz doin sumthin 2 me.”

Brody’s expression shifted as he leaned in, looking closely at the chain. “Mind if I take a closer look?” he asked, his voice serious now.

I hesitated, but then nodded, leaning forward to let him examine it. 

« It strange, it seems of roman confection, but they are some small nordic rune on it. Where did you find it ? »

I told him and we went back to that attic at his prompt. In the box where I had found the chain, he uncovered some inscription in latin engraved on the bottom .« Brooo. could you not look around before taking things on a whim ? It’s like written here : ’’He who wears the chain shall bear the curse of Stigandr’s soul.’’ »

My throat went dry. “So… lyk, I iz bein possessd, bruh?”

Brody nodded slowly, worry etched on his face. “It would explain why it’s only getting worse. Halloween’s known as a time when spirits grow stronger. This curse might’ve been lying dormant, but the spirit inside that collar has been waiting for the right time to take over completely.”

I clenched my fists, a wave of panic rising as I remembered the out-of-control fury that had taken over in the ring. “There has to be a way to stop it. I can’t let it control me again, Brody. I nearly hurt Leander.”

« I need to do some research. We got a name, that’s something to start with. »

5. Stigandr

I was pacing in his room, trying not to succumb to the nervousness and let the frustration bring out that unyielding rage when Brody finally stopped typing and turn towards me.

« I’ve got something, bro. magic ait really my thing, but I asked around and searched forum and all. 

The gist of it is that Stigandr was once a powerful Berserker. They were warriors who entered frenzied, uncontrollable rages in battle, almost like they were possessed by the spirit of rage itself. It seems to fit the bill with what you told me »

« so, lyk. i’m fukd, bruh ? »

« Not what I said, bro. There might be a way. According to this, Sigandr wandered far down the south, pillaging his way trhough civilisation until he was defeated and subdued by Decimus Marcellus. That roman centurion captured him and turned into a gladiator slave, forced into submission. The legends say the centurion controlled him by forcing a collar around his neck, creating a kind of seal that subdued his rage. It might be the very collar your wearing, but it probably only bound Stigandr till his death. That centurion might be the only one who can renew the seal and suppress the berserker again. »

I was confused. « so, how do we get to dat Decimus dude ? »

« Well… Halloween made the curse worst, but it also means the spirit of the dead are closer to us. We’ll have to summon that centurion’s soul to put the spirit in its place. The attic should be a good place to do it since it where we found Decimus’s warning. Meet me there in an hour. I’ll get Percival to help me set everything up. He’s been helping me with decorations and inventory and should know how to find everything we need quickly.”

And then, Brody was off to prepare everything… I was a bit scared, not sure what we were messing wiz, but hel, tiz nut lyk I ad lodz of choicez der, init.

__________

thx 2 Brody bro (@brodygold) n Percival @percivalgold 4 elpin n motivatin me 2 get da story furtha. Gettin close 2 dat resolution now. Hopefully before Halloween's ovaa.

Part 1 is der :

[bigfatdenial]

Big Fat Denial

I was overweight as a child up until I was 22. At my heaviest, I felt fine; I had no mobility issues, I walked to work every day, I had lots of energy, etc (I just ate more calories than I burned, so I was fat). I lost weight and managed to keep it off for the most part through proper nutrition and exercise.

Fast forward 20+ years later, I gained weight during the pandemic (being sedentary as a result of working from home, eating heavily processed comfort foods, and drinking wine). I let myself go. Because of the weight, my health went to absolute shit - FAST. I began to experience

Fatigue.

Depression.

Inflammation.

Joint Pain.

Sleep Apnea.

Constant WHEEZING.

Indigestion.

Heartburn.

Acid Reflux.

High Blood Pressure.

I couldn't stand for very long due to the pain and pressure in my lower back. I had problems with my balance. My digestive system was a mess. I hurt just getting out of bed every morning. I would wake up gasping for air like I forgot how to breathe. The acid reflux was kind of my breaking point because it already sucked trying to sleep with the joint pain, wheezing, and fear of waking up gasping - now I felt like my esophagus was melting as well.

I went back to my trusty TDEE calculations and stuck to a diet of 1500-1700 calories per day* (lots of lean protein and bulky vegetables, as well as carbs because carbs are important). Once I lost the weight, guess what disappeared?

Fatigue.

Depression.

Inflammation.

Joint Pain.

Sleep Apnea.

Constant WHEEZING.

Indigestion.

Heartburn.

Acid Reflux.

High Blood Pressure.

I see a lot of young fat-positive people out there who brag that they "feel fine" being fat and that they are active and happy. That may be the case now. It's going to be a different situation once you get older. Our bodies are not meant to be excessively fat. We need health at every size - but we are not healthy at every size.

*This TDEE is based on my personal stats and may not be suitable for everyone. This included 3 full meals plus snacks and was not in any way restrictive or caused "starvation." If you want to create a caloric deficit in order to lose/maintain weight, speak with a nutritionist to come up with personalized meal plans.

[princessdumpling]

what is your fitness at currently? ever feel out of shape or unfit?

(I'm the worst at answering asks and I'm sorry this one has been sitting here so long, but really wanted to answer it)

The closest thing to fitness I have is fittin dis pizza in my mouth lol. No but seriously I've never been super fit or athletic. I spent most of my life effortlessly thin, and if for some reason I wanted to lose weight I did rather easily.

Now things are obviously different. I get winded bringing groceries in, a lap around Target is my idea of actual exercise. My lifetime of preferring to be inside baking or reading or watching TV is really catching up with me. I get tired so fast and breath heavy after just a few stairs. I have to hype myself up to doing physical tasks. I don't lift heavy things, but that's not new lol 🙈

[warnersister]

Yandere! Peter Parker x (female!) Reader with an eating disorder - read at own discretion and take note of warnings!!

A/N: I wrote this at 9pm and idek what was going through my head but it’s the first fanfic I’ve finished in months so it’s whatevs. Reader is based on me, oops🤭

WARNINGS: yandere, eating disorder, not pro-recovery, fat used as a derogatory term, depression, inferences to suicide, starvation, kidnapping, (please let me know if anything is missing)

Prompt / summary: Yandere! Peter Parker took his love away from everything. This world much too dangerous. But he stopped you exercising. And exercising was the only thing keeping you eating.

It had been three months since Peter had taken you hostage. After all, this world was way too dangerous for your precious soul. He’d dropped out of college, and ‘coincidentally’, so had you. He saw you every day. Whether in class, in the library, getting coffee, running, in the gym, in your apartment, in the shower. Wait, what? There were too many creeps in this city, too many weirdos. He needed to take you away from it. Away from it all.

But one thing he neglected to notice, was your relationship with food. How you chewed it slowly. Counted your calories. Weighed your portions. Obsessed over the scales. But your runs gave you peace. Your workouts allowing you to eat.

You were towards the end of your run, 4.7km in and only 300m away from your apartments. Peter was on top of your adjacent building, watching you in his spider-suit. His eyes narrowed, beginning to swing down. And before you knew it, your mouth was covered by a gloved hand and the ground was appearing farther and farther beneath you.

You were flying further away from your abode, your mind spinning with confusion. About a mile or two away from the main city now, you finally found your feet. It was a green area, ground covered with over growing trees and dense woodland. Your captor let you go for a moment, and you made a run for it - after all, you wanted that final 300 meters.

He grabbed you after a second or two, having sprinted after you. “You’re very fast, sweetheart.” He huffed, spinning you around to face you. Your breathing slowed down slightly, as you looked at him, clicking at your watch to stop your run - GPS on it now well and truly fucked.

Your eyes focused and it took you a minute. “Spider-Man?” He immediately removed his mask when he noticed your softened expression. “Peter?” You knew his name? This angel knew he existed? He nodded. “You’re safe now.” He spoke, hugging you close.

It wasn’t the hug that alarmed you. Nor was it the situation. It was the close proximity. Could he feel your fat? Was your back chubby? Was he squeezing your skin? He leant back to look at your wide-eyed face. “Was I in danger?” You queried. He nodded. “From what?” “Everything. Everyone. This world is too dangerous for you, my love.” You pushed him away, and he creased his brows. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

Apparently, you had chosen the hard way - breaking out into a run but tripping over a large tree trunk in your way, and then you had found yourself in a small cottage surrounded by the unfamiliar canopy of trees.

It turned out Peter was batshit crazy. He had confessed his love for you, you were tied to the bed for about a week while he went to work so he knew he could trust you. You hadn’t left the house since he had taken you. Nor had you eaten since. Now he was sat at the edge of the bed, plate in hand, pleading with you to eat.

“Please, my angel. Eat. Please.” He begged, tears building in his eyes. “You’re not listening to me!” You shouted, your own pouring down your cheeks. “Peter I can’t eat if I don’t exercise!” You yelled. “Why? I don’t understand.” “Because I’m not good enough! I need to lose weight! I’m fat! I have to exercise to eat!” You sniffed. “Please, I’m not trying to escape, Peter. I understand - you love me! I just need to run. Come with me, choose where and when we run! Just let me run, please!”

He was taken aback, looking at you. Without a word, he stood up, walked to the kitchen and placed the food down then to the shoe rack in the corner. He returned with the running shoes you were wearing when he took you. “Let’s go.”

Peter had tried to strike up a conversation with you, but you didn’t respond until the fourth kilometre. His breaths were fleeting as he grew tired with your pace. “You know, to say you’re a superhero your endurance is terrible.” You joked, allowing a smirk to fall onto your face. “The works all in the arms, babe.” He replied. “I appreciate this, Peter.” You told him, facing forward as you continued on the route. “I love you.” He said. “I know you don’t get it, but you will. And I’m sorry but this is for the best.” You didn’t reply, only stopping when you reached your familiar; the cottage.

And sat at the table, cereal in front of you, you had taken a few bites and Peter was sat, silently smiling as he, too, ate his breakfast. “I get it Peter.” He hummed, raising a brow. “I was miserable in my old life, I didn’t see a purpose to it. You were right.” You made eye contact. “I was in danger, endangering myself. I don’t love you quite yet but I understand. And thank you for taking me on a run.” He leant across the table and kissed your forehead sweetly. “Anything for you, my love. Anything.”

“After all,” You began. “Now we have plenty on time to focus on your 10k’s!” He groaned jokingly. “Oh no.”

[drmongamediclinicdelhincr]

Can Diabetes Be Reversed in 30 Days?

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Type 1 Diabetes

Cannot be reversed: Type 1 diabetes is an autoimmune condition in which the body's immune system attacks and destroys the insulin-producing beta cells in the pancreas. Because no insulin is produced, insulin therapy is required for life.

Management: Blood sugar levels can be controlled with proper insulin management, a healthy diet, and regular physical activity, but a complete reversal is impossible.

Type 2 Diabetes

Possibly improved or put into remission: Type 2 diabetes is a metabolic condition where the body either becomes resistant to insulin or does not produce enough. It is often linked to lifestyle factors such as poor diet, lack of exercise, and obesity.

Reversal vs. Remission: Type 2 diabetes may go into remission with significant lifestyle changes, but this doesn't mean it is "cured." It means that blood sugar levels return to normal without needing medications. However, this typically requires sustained lifestyle changes over a long period, not just 30 days.

How to Improve Blood Sugar Control in 30 Days

While reversing diabetes in 30 days is unlikely, substantial improvement can be made by focusing on these key factors:

Dietary Changes

Low-Carb or Keto Diet: Reducing carbohydrate intake is one of the most effective ways to lower blood sugar levels, especially in Type 2 diabetes. A low-carb or ketogenic diet can help reduce the amount of sugar in the bloodstream by limiting insulin spikes after meals.

Whole Foods: Focus on whole, unprocessed foods such as vegetables, lean proteins, healthy fats, and whole grains. Foods high in fiber, such as vegetables and legumes, can help stabilize blood sugar.

Avoid Processed Foods: Cut back on refined carbs, sugary drinks, and processed foods that cause rapid spikes in blood glucose.

Portion Control: Eating smaller, more frequent meals can help avoid large spikes in blood sugar levels.

Intermittent Fasting: Some studies suggest intermittent fasting (such as eating within a 6-8 hour window) may help improve insulin sensitivity and reduce blood sugar levels.

Exercise

Regular Physical Activity: Exercise is one of the most effective ways to improve insulin sensitivity and lower blood sugar. Activities such as brisk walking, strength training, cycling, and swimming can help burn glucose and improve overall metabolic function.

Aerobic Exercise: Cardio exercises (like walking, running, and cycling) help use up glucose and make cells more sensitive to insulin.

Strength Training: Building muscle mass increases the body’s ability to use glucose efficiently, which can help control blood sugar.

Consistency: Aim for at least 30 minutes of moderate exercise most days of the week to see improvements.

Weight Loss

Significant Weight Loss: For overweight or obese individuals, losing as little as 5-10% of body weight can improve insulin sensitivity and blood sugar control. In some cases, weight loss has been shown to lead to remission of Type 2 diabetes.

Meal Timing: Eating at regular intervals and not overeating can help prevent blood sugar spikes.

Stress Management

Reduce Stress: Chronic stress can lead to higher levels of cortisol, which in turn can raise blood sugar levels. Practices like meditation, deep breathing, yoga, and relaxation techniques can help lower stress and improve blood sugar control.

Sleep: Poor sleep can negatively impact blood sugar levels and insulin sensitivity. Aim for 7-9 hours of quality sleep per night.

Medication Adjustment

Consult Your Doctor: If you have Type 2 diabetes, your healthcare provider may recommend adjusting your medications, such as metformin, GLP-1 agonists, or SGLT2 inhibitors, to help manage blood sugar levels. While medications do not "reverse" diabetes, they can help keep blood sugar under control as you implement lifestyle changes.

Continuous Monitoring: Regular monitoring of blood sugar levels is important for understanding how different foods, activities, and medications impact your blood sugar and making adjustments as needed.

Timeframe for Significant Change

While 30 days may not be enough to fully reverse Type 2 diabetes, significant improvements can be seen within a month, especially with a combination of the following:

Reducing HbA1c (a marker of long-term blood sugar control)

Lowering fasting blood glucose levels

Improving insulin sensitivity

Losing weight

Feeling better overall

However, true remission of Type 2 diabetes typically takes months to years of sustained healthy habits.

Conclusion

While it's unlikely that diabetes will be completely cured in 30 days, substantial improvements can be made within that time by adopting a healthy diet, regular exercise, stress management, and possibly adjusting medications.

If you have type 2 diabetes, significant lifestyle changes can lead you to remission, but a long-term commitment is necessary. Always consult your healthcare provider before making drastic changes to your diet, exercise routine, or medications. They can provide personalized guidance based on your specific health needs and condition.

[healthy444]

What is the absolute fastest way to burn body fat?

The absolute fastest way to burn body fat involves a combination of factors:

Caloric Deficit: You need to consume fewer calories than your body expends. This can be achieved by reducing your calorie intake and/or increasing your physical activity to burn more calories.

High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT): HIIT workouts involve short bursts of intense exercise followed by brief rest periods. They are highly effective for burning calories both during and after the workout due to the afterburn effect.

Strength Training: Building lean muscle mass through strength training can increase your metabolic rate, helping you burn more calories throughout the day, even when at rest.

Balanced Diet: Focus on whole, nutrient-dense foods like fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and healthy fats. Avoid processed foods, sugary snacks, and excessive amounts of refined carbohydrates.

Adequate Sleep: Poor sleep can disrupt hormone levels and metabolism, making it harder to lose weight. Aim for 7–9 hours of quality sleep per night.

Stay Hydrated: Drinking plenty of water can help control appetite, boost metabolism, and aid in fat loss.

Manage Stress: Chronic stress can lead to weight gain and make it difficult to lose fat. Practice stress-reducing techniques such as meditation, deep breathing, or yoga.

Intermittent Fasting: This eating pattern involves cycling between periods of eating and fasting. It can help reduce calorie intake and improve metabolic health.

Increase Non-Exercise Activity Thermogenesis (NEAT): NEAT refers to the calories burned during activities other than exercise, such as walking, gardening, or household chores. Increasing NEAT can contribute to overall calorie expenditure.

Limit Liquid Calories: Be mindful of high-calorie beverages like sugary sodas, juices, and alcoholic drinks. Opt for water, herbal tea, or black coffee instead.

Protein-Rich Diet: Consuming adequate protein can help preserve lean muscle mass while promoting fat loss. Include protein-rich foods like lean meats, fish, eggs, dairy, legumes, and tofu in your meals.

Track Your Progress: Keep a food diary or use a calorie-tracking app to monitor your food intake and physical activity. This can help you stay accountable and make adjustments as needed.

Be Consistent: Consistency is key when it comes to fat loss. Stick to your diet and exercise plan even on days when you don’t feel motivated. Small, sustainable changes over time yield the best results.

Consider Supplements: While not a substitute for a healthy diet and exercise, certain supplements like caffeine, green tea extract, or conjugated linoleic acid (CLA) may have modest effects on fat loss when combined with a proper diet and exercise regimen.

Stay Patient and Persistent: Fat loss can be challenging, and progress may not always be linear. Celebrate your successes along the way and focus on the long-term benefits of a healthier lifestyle.

Always consult with a healthcare professional before making significant changes to your diet, exercise routine, or supplementation regimen, especially if you have any underlying health conditions.

Keep in mind that while it’s tempting to seek rapid results, sustainable fat loss takes time and consistency. It’s essential to prioritize overall health and well-being rather than solely focusing on quick fixes. Consulting with a healthcare professional or certified fitness trainer can also provide personalized guidance tailored to your specific needs and goals.

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[mikanlardyclinic]

Kirigiri giving it her hardest to go up the stairs, her body drenched in sweat, heart pounding like crazy, wheezing and panting so heavily that she looses her balance and falls in her massive booty. Good thing Mikan is there to replenish those calories~

"Keep huff... Going... Y..you need wheeeze~ to exercise.. L..lose weight.. "

The lavander haired lardass waddled up the stairs... Each meaty leg doing it's best not to fall.. If she did she would probably be bed bound.. And in the mercy of her most hated nurse.. Her skirt was way too small.. Her black panties being swallowed by her massive behind.. Her body destroyed..... By her own hand.. Mikan only provided but she never stopped her..

Thump thump thump thump

She was covered in sweat she struggled to breathe but.. She made it! She needed to sit.. She needed a bench or something to sit and catch her breath each waddle felt.. Like she ran a marathon... And then

WHOMP!!..

"n..no nonono nooo!!"

Her legs gave up on her falling on her massive pale rump so close to a room.. So close to a bed.. She almost made it!!.. She needed to get back up!

"h..hello is anyone h..here do you need help?.. K..kirigiri-san?! W..why are you out of your room! You need bedrest!"

Oh no... Not her... Move.. Please!!.. These thoughts raced through her mind but Her body didn't answer her... She stayed on the floor breathing heavily as the nurse ran towards her..

"ahh.. You're so sweaty~ your heart is beating so fast did you try exercising against my wishes?..~ aww kyoko~ we gotta fix this!~ I'm gonna burst your heart with lard maybe just maybe make sure you never walk again~ your diabetes could make you lose a keg you know? ~"

She was drooling and clapped happily.. Suddenly a group of monokuma's lifted kyoko of the ground.. She wanyed to scream alert others anything b..but..

GROOOOOOOOOOOAN GURGLE.. CHURN..

She was.. So hungry.. So tired.. She didn't want to eat the slop she was gonna be given but.. She had no other choice.. She'd pass out otherwise..

"Daammiit'sh noo.. Wheeezeee!!~So c-cloohsheeh gasp.."

[nobodywritingao3]

Shameful Company [ch 1]

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The village Tommy grew up in was located in a beast's territory, a man eating serpent's. Isolated from the world, all he's ever known is loneliness. When he's forced outside the safety of the town walls he meets a stranger who claims to live beyond the village. They become fast friends despite the fact that the man is clearly hiding something - but can you really blame Tommy? He's never had a friend before.

CW for entire fic: - Wilbur eats people lol - swearing title taken from 'Shameful Company' by Rainbow Kitten Surprise inspired by the talented @beckyu and her story 'My Monster to Slay' (tumblr) (AO3)

word count: 4.7k 🐍 read it on AO3

Tommy takes a deep breath. “HEY ASSHOLE,” he calls out, “COME FUCK ME UP, CUNT!”

He inhales sharply, blood rushing in his ears. Something moves in his periphery and he spins to the left, trembling hands holding out the piece of shit sword the village had strapped him with.

Pounding feet behind him - he turns, expecting to be greeted by a gaping maw or axe to the brain, but once again there’s nothing. It takes him a moment to realize that he hadn’t heard footsteps, just his own racing heart.

He tightens his grip on the sword and yells out, “I’M NOT SCARED - ” only to break off, swallowing and blinking back tears. “I’m not scared of you,” he finishes in a whimper.

He breathes in, closing his eyes. He straightens his spine and places a hand over his diaphragm, intent on forcing his damn lungs to work.

Instead he just bursts into tears - man, fuck those breathing exercises, that shit doesn’t work -

“Hello?!” someone calls out suddenly. Tommy snaps his head up and swings the sword around wildly, still ugly crying. Vision blurry, he loses his balance immediately and goes down, falling onto what he desperately hopes isn’t shit.

He miserably stumbles to his feet, pathetic like a wet cat, only to catch his toes under a partially uncovered tree root. A wail starts in the back of his throat as the Earth grows closer and closer to his face and he braces for impact.

Hands catch around his waist. “Hey, come on now - I've got you, I've got you…”

He’s righted onto his feet, and he can make out a figure behind him, supporting his weight. “There you go kid, you’re doing fine…” A gentle hand comes and tugs at the hilt in Tommy’s weak grasp. He lets the stranger tug the sword away. A soft clatter lets him know that they’ve dropped it behind them.

A firm hand rests on his shoulder, and over a period of minutes, he slowly starts to come down from the adrenaline rush.

Head lowered, he shamefully scrubs at his blotchy face with the back of his sleeve. He steps away from the person behind him and he can hear them shifting out of his personal space. Good.

He faces them and his eyes dart up and down, quickly taking in the appearance of the stranger - a plainly dressed white man - before lowering to the ground again.

“My apologies sir,” he says as nonchalantly as possible, “were you sent here too?”

“Sent?” the man inquires, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Sent by who?”

Tommy schools his face into a neutral expression. “The village…?” he responds, uncertainly. Bitterness climbs the back of his throat. “To ‘slay the snake,’” he clarifies lowly, a mocking lilt creeping into his tone.

The man stills, tensing slightly.

Shit. Tommy hadn’t considered that this guy might be a council worshiping kiss-ass.

“What do you mean?” he asks slowly.

Tommy unconsciously backs away. Carefully, as if the speed of his words could determine his fate, he says, “I meant no disrespect. I humbly apologize.”

The man tilts his head. “Sorry - what? Were you sent here to kill something?”

Tommy nods, avoiding eye contact. “The serpent of the forest.”

There’s a tense beat.

“You… intend to slay the serpent with that sword?” He incredulously motions behind him and Tommy winces in embarrassment.

“Hey man - I didn’t choose this. Obviously I’m fucked, you don’t have to rub it in.”

The man blinks and for a moment Tommy thinks he’ll finally snap. Instead he exasperatedly says, “Look kid, you keep talking like I have context for why you’re here, but I assure you I don’t. Start from the beginning and maybe I can help your sorry ass out.”

Tommy makes a face at him. “Fuck off dude, I don’t need your help - ” he turns away and marches off, “we’ll both be dead in a few hours anyway. And I don’t intend on spending the rest of my life arguing with - !”

The man catches him around the elbow. “Mate seriously, what the hell are you talking about?”

Tommy twists his arm out of the guy’s grasp with a scowl. He points a finger out past the man. “You see the gigantic ass wall out there?” He nods. “I’m from the village behind it. It’s a tiny little town and everyone there is a dipshit, but we can’t exactly leave ‘cause the motherfucker who set up shop in the first place did so in a basilisk's territory - we are in the basilisk's territory. Do you understand the words I am saying?”

The man tilts his head and furrows his brows in nothing more than mild confusion. “But… if it’s so dangerous out here, then why come out at all?”

“You think I want to be here?!” Tommy shouts, bursting into hysterics and breathing hard with wide eyes.

The man motions at his chest, signalling him to breathe before saying plainly, “Honestly, I really can’t think of another reason, no.”

Tommy presses the palms of his hands into his eyes. “For the past two decades the council has sent out volunteer champions to kill the serpent. A few years ago, I guess it finally sunk in - the thing’s unkillable, and we’re just feeding the local wildlife with our local idiots.”

The man cuts in with an almost guilty air, “Hey - you don’t know that, maybe they managed to get away?”

Tommy shoots him an unimpressed glance. “Uh huh,” he agrees sarcastically, “look, the point is: no one’s volunteering anymore. The head of council is this one pompous asshole - he’s calling it a ‘village tradition.’ A village tradition, can you believe that? - a village tradition where we sacrifice people to the monster in the woods fully knowing they’ll just - ”

“Easy now.” The man rubs his shoulder sympathetically. He clears his throat. “Out of curiosity, how many people sent in before you were volunteers?”

Tommy shrugs dispassionately. “All of them - I’m the first tribute,” he spits.

“Were - were they good people?”

Tommy gesticulates vaguely. “Look man, I don’t know and I don’t really care - only four people in my lifetime have volunteered at all, and from what I remember they were the kinda guys you wouldn’t let near a girl’s drink. How is that relevant, exactly - ?”

The man instantly shrugs and sways away. He’s definitely hiding something, but at the moment Tommy doesn't really give a shit, he just wants to stop wasting time.

Deflecting, the man responds, “If it makes you feel better, I doubt the monster’s gonna eat you - ”

Tommy bursts out in agitation, “And how would you know?! You’re just some guy who… who…” he trails off and glares at the ground, a small pit of worried confusion working itself into his stomach. “Dude, who the fuck are you?”

The stranger’s lips quirk up for a brief moment - possibly a trick of the light - and he says simply, “I live here.” He shrugs. “My name is Wilbur.”

Tommy stares at him, looking for any sign of a lie. He’s… he’s definitely telling the truth.

“How?”

“How what?”

“How are you alive right now?”

The man - Wilbur, apparent forest dwelling hermit - pauses a moment. Tommy can almost hear the gears turning in his head. “Hm. Uh, I’ve lived here for a while and - ”

Before he can stop himself, Tommy cuts in, “Did you see Jared die?”

“Was… was he the last volunteer?” Wilbur asks uneasily.

Tommy winces. “… Yeah. Don’t feel too bad about it though - he was a bit of a prick.” At Wilbur’s questioning glance, he continues awkwardly, “uh - he was a self proclaimed ‘clumsy guy,’ meaning he had a bad habit of accidentally bumping into people’s vital organs with sharp weapons.”

Wilbur grunts in acknowledgment, seemingly lost in thought. Finally he says, “Yeah, that does make me feel better about it, actually,” he meets Tommy’s eyes, searching for something. “It was a messy death,” he confesses.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” There was a pause. “Are you particularly upset he died…?”

“Not… not really. I kinda assumed since he never came around again,” Tommy said in an attempted joking tone.  “And anyway, the world is probably a better place now that he’s gone, as fucked as it is to say.”

Wilbur nods, and tension seems to fall from his shoulders. He adds after a moment, “He stabbed the serpent a few times. Then it… ate him."

Tommy looks up in surprise. “Do you think it might have died?”

That shifty look crosses his face again. “Anything’s possible, I suppose,” he says slowly, “but either way, the fact that we’re talking right now is proof that you don’t have anything to fear from the creature.”

Tommy searches his posture and thinks over his words. It’s not dead; Wilbur knows it’s not dead, but he doesn’t want to divulge what happened to it. On the other hand, he was telling the truth in the last part: he believes that Tommy is safe. It’s still not great, but at this point things are already ten times better than two minutes ago when he thought he was snake food. Tommy mulls over his options.

Wilbur breaks him from his thoughts. “Would they let you back in if you never get eaten?”

Tommy nods vacantly. “I’m allowed to return to the village at seven AM tomorrow, but I’m not sure what I’ll do in the meantime and - well, no offense man, but I don’t really trust that the serpent isn’t still around.”

“Can I offer you shelter? I have clothes and other human amenities you could use while you wait out the hours.” He freezes as he realizes what he said, but Tommy is still lost in thought and doesn’t pick up on his misstep.

He accepts. “That would be great, thank you for helping me out.”

Wilbur gives him a wide, dimpled smile. “Of course. I appreciate the company.”

Tommy smiles in return. “Yeah… I think you’re the nicest person I’ve ever met,” he tries to laugh it off but a hint of vulnerability slides into his voice - the years get lonely living ostracized in a claustrophobic, walled up town with a fucking cult in charge. He clears his throat. “I’m Tommy, by the way.”

“Tommy,” Wilbur says, smile somehow growing wider, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

~

Wilbur is a weird guy. Tommy’s tried to ask after his hobbies, his family, how he ended up here and why he chose to stay if one of the first things he ever saw was some dude getting devoured by a giant snake - the usual icebreaker things, but he just clams up. Nonetheless, Tommy finds he trusts him anyway. He’s open and funny, and truthfully, Wilbur’s complete inability to tell a lie has been reassuring.

He’s obviously a criminal of some sort. It makes Tommy a little wary, but mostly he doesn't mind the possibility. His entire life he’s been confined to the same couple kilometers with the same couple hundred assholes, and Wilbur is the first person he’s ever met who looks at him like he’s not worthless.

His home is strange as well. When he’d led him to a little opening at the base of a stone cliff, Tommy had thought he’d been fucking around. But past the entrance was a furnished cave, with a running stream and flowery vines dangling from the high ceiling. A small wooden door stands at the rear end of the cave, innocuous. He probably wouldn’t have noticed it at all if not for Wilbur sharply telling him to stay out of there. Maybe it’s a murder den. Tommy finds it hard to care.

He’s snapped from his thoughts as Wilbur brings over two steaming mugs of tea. Tommy gratefully takes his, accepting the offered sugar as well.

He takes a sip, ignoring the slight burn in his mouth. “So why do you live in a rock?”

Wilbur bursts into laughter. “Forward innit? I don’t know, I like my privacy, I like my safety. Hard to be found in here. By wildlife or people.”

He nods contemplatively. “You wanna be alone?”

Wilbur stirs his tea idly. “I don’t think anyone wants to live in isolation. But sometimes it’s what’s best for everyone.”

“That’s bullshit,” Tommy says, frowning. “I don’t like my village at all - if I had to choose between staying there or living alone the rest of my life, I can’t say I’d stick around.”

He hums. “But what if you had an option to live with other people and be happy?”

Tommy snorts derisively. “Then I’d choose it - wouldn’t you? But you and I aren’t exactly in positions to make choices like that.”

“No,” Wilbur agrees, “no, I suppose we’re not.”

They settle into a comfortable silence, sipping tea and enjoying the other’s company.

After a moment, Wilbur hesitantly asks, “You really don’t like the village, huh?”

Tommy gives Wilbur a pointed glance.

He chuckles. “I see your point.” He’s quiet a moment. And then he says, “But honestly, if it came between being alone or living with someone - even if they hated me, mistreated me…" he sinks into thought, staring sightlessly into the opposing cave wall, "even if they were terrified of me - I don't think I can stand being alone much longer."

Tommy becomes uncomfortably aware of how far he sits from the entrance. In an attempt to lighten the mood, he jokes, “But if they hated you so much, wouldn’t they just leave?”

Wilbur doesn’t laugh, that faraway look still in his eyes. “I think I’d make them stay.”

They fall back into silence. This time with tension.

Wilbur sighs and offers Tommy a smile. “More tea? Or some food… dinner would be nice.”

Tommy smiles gratefully. “Yes, thank you.”

Wilbur nods, in a cheerful mood again, and takes Tommy’s mug back to prepare more tea. “I think I’m low on meat - I’ll head out for a while and be back in a bit, alright? I think it’ll be around an hour until we’ll eat, sorry about that.”

Tommy shrugs. “I’m just glad I ran into you and not the serpent,” he quips.

Wilbur laughs uncomfortably. “Mm… yeah.” He hurries away with their mugs.

Tommy frowns. Strange guy. He shrugs it off. Isolation does funny things to people.

~

“Tommy?” A hand comes and shakes gently at his shoulder. “Tommy, it’s six.”

He blinks blearily. Wilbur hovers above him.

“Ugh, holy fuck, my mouth is so dry,” Tommy grumbles, sitting up. Wilbur presses a cup of water into his hands.

“Did you sleep alright?”

“Definitely not enough, but that’s fine… I’ll sleep at the village.” He and Wilbur had stayed up talking, only stopping when Tommy was physically unable to keep his eyes open.

Wilbur grins at him guiltily. “Yeah, that’s my bad, I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

Tommy offers him a lopsided smile. “If I had wanted to sleep I would have just passed out then and there. You would have had to drag my limp body to a bed.”

He laughs. “Noted.”

Wilbur offers a hand out and Tommy takes it. He pulls him up with surprising ease and Tommy almost stumbles.

“We have enough time to eat breakfast, and then I’ll walk you to the clearing.” Something must catch in Wilbur’s throat because he clears it, and continues in a slightly strained voice, “Let’s get you home, mate.”

“Yeah,” Tommy agrees. He tries not to let his disappointment show. They need to part ways: Wilbur has his weird crime cave and Tommy has his weird cult village.

Wilbur collects the same two mugs they used last night, cleaned since then with fresh tea leaves, and begins to pour boiling water from a pot.

They eat breakfast in relative silence, a lack of sleep preventing Tommy from being much for conversation. They finish and Tommy insists on helping Wilbur clean their plates, saying it’ll go quicker with two pairs of hands. They spend more time joking around then really cleaning. They’re dawdling, and Tommy knows it.

At seven fifteen they’re finally ready to go.

“How long will the walk be?” Tommy asks as casually as he can.

Wilbur’s smile seems to fade. “A little over thirty minutes.”

“Right, right,” Tommy acknowledges, slowly lacing up his shoes.

They walk together to the entrance of the cave and Wilbur helps Tommy clamber out and into the shining sun.

“Do you have everything?”

“Yeah.”

Wilbur hesitates. “Are you ready to go?”

Tommy smiles mournfully. “Of course,” he lies. “Thank you for helping me out.”

He grins. “No problem. If you ever find yourself stuck outside the walls again, all you need to do is hyperventilate really loudly and I’ll - ”

“Okay, okay, I get it, you can shut the fuck up about it now,” Tommy cuts in, much to the amusement of Wilbur.

“But seriously,” he turns to Tommy with unexpected sobriety, “if you’re ever out here again come back here. The serpent won’t hurt you, but there’s still plenty of nasty shit in this forest.”

Tommy nods.

They start to trek back.

“Wilbur - ” Tommy cuts himself off, but he turns to face him with a questioning look anyway. “How did you survive out here for so long? How did you survive when Jared was being eaten?”

Wilbur shakes his head and makes to turn away. “It’s a complicated thing.”

“Please?” Tommy asks.

Maybe there’s something in his voice, some unknown quality that gives Wilbur pause. He refocuses on Tommy with an appraising look. He begins placatingly, “Tommy, listen - ”

“Oh come on - how bad would it be to tell me the truth?”

Wilbur breaks eye contact and lets out a nervous huff of laughter.

Tommy whines in exasperation. “Then tell me a version of the truth?”

Wilbur sighs, resigned, and Tommy perks up. “A version of the truth? - Alright. Fine, uh - ” He visibly contemplates for a moment before looking back at Tommy. Carefully, he says, “Everything in these woods eats humans. I survived because…” he trails off, thinking over his words.

Tommy rolls his eyes. “’Cause you eat humans too,” he supplies sarcastically.

Wilbur bursts into laughter. “Oh yeah, no, this was a mistake,” he says through choked laughs. “I’m not telling you anything, sorry mate.”

“Wilbur,” Tommy groans. “Please? Sue a guy for being curious - y’know, the more you hide the truth from me the more I’m gonna ask!”

Wilbur’s laughter begins to trail off as a somber look crosses his face. “Yeah. I suppose that’s true.” He’s quiet a second. “Tommy… Can I - can I tell you when you’re older?”

Tommy blinks. “I doubt we’re gonna know each other for much longer - I mean - I’m going back to the village right now.”

“Exactly.” Wilbur gives him a small smile. “If, by some miracle, we know each other for an extended period of time, I will tell you my deep dark secrets.”

Tommy scowls. “You really don’t want to tell me now?”

“Honestly, I don't think you want to know.”

“That’s a cop out and you know it - ”

“It doesn’t make it less true, Tommy.” Wilbur sighs, all traces of mirth gone. “Let’s just get to the clearing, yeah? I imagine you miss being home.”

He doesn’t. He really, really doesn’t.

But they drop it anyway, and they keep walking.

~

Dream, as expected, isn’t happy to see him. “Tommy!” he cries out, the most forced and deranged smile on his face. “You’re alive!”

“Ah, yeah,” he confirms.

The nearest villagers have gathered around the gate and gawk at him in a semi circle formation, Dream at the forefront.

“Did you slay the serpent? Where is your sword?”

“Um… funny story, actually, I think the serpent’s gone?”

Murmurings start up in the crowd. “Gone?” Dream questions, “What do you mean gone?”

Tommy clears his throat, preparing to recount the events of the previous day. But his words get stuck in his throat - didn’t Wilbur say he wanted to remain hidden? Granted, this isolated village certainly couldn’t do much about it if they knew of him but… speaking of him still feels like a betrayal. “I - uh - I really don’t know, okay? I waited for the creature but it never showed up.”

A flicker of a scowl crosses Dream’s features. “Are you sure it didn’t find you?”

There's an unsettling quality to his voice. The crowd goes silent.

“If it had, don’t you think I’d be soaking in stomach acid right now?” He fires back. Then he nods with a faux embarrassed look, as if remembering something he’d forgotten - "Of course not - you’d never send out villagers assuming they’d perish, would you?”

Dream is silent, an unreadable look on his face. Tommy meets his eyes and refuses to look away. “If the serpent is gone, then I suppose you won’t mind going out again tomorrow.” He gestures to Tommy’s empty hands. “And as you seem to lack respect for village equipment, then you will leave this place without a sword, either.”

Dream turns on his heel and stalks away. “We’re pleased to have you back in one piece, Tommy.”

~

Tommy sighs. “Here we go again,” he mumbles. He takes a deep breath. “WILBUUUR!” he screams. “WILBUR, I PISSED OFF THE HEAD OF COUNCIL AGAAAAIN. PLEASE HELP ME. I DON’T WANT TO DIE OUT HERE.”

He waits a few seconds after yelling, waiting to hear something on the wind. He hears branches rustling behind him and across the clearing, a pair of glowing eyes peers at him from the darkness.

Shit. What was it that Wilbur said? ‘Everything in these woods eats humans.’

Tommy starts running in the direction of the cave.

He gets maybe half a kilometer just booking it before tripping and falling on his face. Agony shoots up his foot. “Motherfucker,” he moans painfully, “what the fuck?”

“Tommy?”

He looks up and his face breaks out in a grin despite the pain. “Wilbur, holy shit - did you hear me yelling?”

Wilbur smiles at him. “Well I’m here now, aren’t I?” He snorts, rolling his eyes. “Really - I think the whole forest heard you.”

Tommy winces sheepishly. “Yeah actually - uh - that’s why I was running. Speaking of, we should get going because I think I might have - ”

A roar sounds from behind him and Wilbur’s smile drops. “Bloody hell, Tommy, what did you do?”

“I screamed, we just discussed this, dude let’s just fucking - ”

Wilbur grabs him by the elbow and they run, but pain shoots up his foot everytime he presses weight on it.

Without warning, Wilbur leans down and scoops him up. Tommy yelps out but Wilbur pays no mind, simply sprinting at inhumanly fast speeds before depositing him on the cool Earth.

“Listen to me,” he says, remarkably calm, “stay right here. I’ll be back in like. Five to ten minutes, okay?”

“What?”

“Um - okay - split the difference? Call it seven minutes thirty seconds - ”

“What?!”

Wilbur offers him a cheeky smile. “Just don’t worry about it too much, alright? I’ll be back, I promise.”

And with that, he turns tail and runs - but not back to his cave, no - he goes in the direction of the scary monster thing that had just chased Tommy through the fucking woods for a solid half kilometer. He wants to follow, to see what Wilbur’s doing, to try and help how he can, but when he tries to stand up, he stumbles from pain. Even if he wasn’t working with a twisted ankle, there’s no way he could keep up. He collapses onto the ground.

“You better pull a fucking miracle out of your ass right now,” he murmurs to the wind, tucking his knees into his chest. “Please.”

The passing minutes feel like hours and it about drives Tommy insane. He struggles to his feet and starts to make his way back. He contemplates shouting - maybe if he could distract the beast then Wilbur could run - ? Or something like that.

He gets about a few meters before Wilbur appears some distance away in the trees. His figure perks up and he starts jogging over to meet him.

“Tommy? Why are you up?”

“Ah well - you know, good cardio?”

Wilbur grins. “Aw… were you worried about me?”

“I’d literally pay money to see you get mauled by a… whatever that thing was - if I knew my safety was guaranteed.”

Wilbur snorts. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… glad we’re on the same page.” He loops an arm around Tommy and supports his weight. “Let’s just get back home.”

In spite of himself, Tommy smiles.

~

Tommy sits with his leg propped on a stool and a warm mug of tea pressed in his hands. Wilbur stands at his ankle, carefully wrapping it up in clean leaves and fabric.

“You are a disaster waiting to happen, Tommy Innit.”

He smiles crookedly. “Glass houses, cave boy. Tell me all about how messy I am - or don’t, really. Haven’t you heard? I’m the biggest man ever.”

Wilbur chuckles. “Uh huh. Is that why you fucked up your ankle so badly after running and crying out for my aid?”

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Wilbur keeps working, an endeared smile on his face as he gently prepares the brace.

“Thank you.” Tommy says quietly.

He glances up and gives him a gentle look. “For helping you? It’s nothing.”

“It’s really not, though. I mean, to me at least - I don’t know, maybe you make it a habit of fixing up whatever lost idiot you find in your vicinity - ” Wilbur lets out a quiet laugh, “ - but you saved my life, so thanks.”

Wilbur finishes up, picking up his own mug and taking a few idle sips. “You’re good company,” he answers kindly.

Tommy shakes his head. “Trust me, you’re the the only one who thinks that…” He doesn't mean anything by it, it's just a throwaway comment. But when he meets Wilbur’s gaze, he's met with pity.

“Who told you that?”

Tommy shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m not well liked where I’m from.”

“Aw Tommy, I’m sure that’s not true - ”

“It is,” he cuts in sharply. He clears his throat and shoots an apologetic glance at Wilbur. “It really is, I’m sorry for snapping.”

Wilbur’s quiet for a moment. “Why don’t the villagers like you?” Oh boy…

Tommy shrugs. “I can’t contribute much. No family either, head of council had them killed when I was younger. He would have gone after me too, but there’s a strict policy against executing children. I was pretty much untouchable - well,” he pauses and makes a face, “legally at least. But anyone who was too nice to me would suddenly find the council breathing down their necks. And people learn quick when you hold everything over their head.” He swishes his tea around, watching the dredges at the bottom.

Wilbur hesitantly moves a little closer. “You’re still a kid though, aren’t you?”

Tommy gives him a look. “I’m a man - ” he starts to quip.

“But aren’t you like - fifteen? Sixteen?” he continues in that same, worried tone.

Tommy falls silent.

“So this is his workaround - sending you out here," Then he adds quietly under his breath, "to me." In a normal volume, he asks, “so… what? - is he just gonna keep sending people out here? The ones he doesn’t like?”

Tommy shrugs, but nods. “I assume so.”

Wilbur suddenly pulls him in for a hug. The sensation is like a shock to his system, he can’t remember the last time someone held him - fuck - even touched him affectionately at all. They stay embraced for a few seconds before Wilbur pulls away with a hardened look, hands still on his shoulders. “As long as I’m alive, this forest will be a safe haven for you.”

He barely nods, holding back tears. “Thanks Wil…”

Wilbur’s face softens. “I mean it,” he smiles teasingly. “No matter how many times you get thrown out on your ass, I will come and dust you off.”

Tommy playfully smacks him and Wilbur laughs.

He's suddenly struck with a thought - “Man, how did you deal with that animal thing by the way?”

“Ah, you know.” Wilbur pauses, seeming to weigh potential responses. “I ate it.”

“Uh huh. Keep your secrets, I’ll figure you out eventually.”

Wilbur laughs, but there’s an air of fear in it too. Tommy just smiles.

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