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JJK Men: When You Have an Issue With Food

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna

Word Count: 3,907

Warning: Themes of eating disorders, issues with food, negative body image, suggestiveness, fluff in the end

A/N: Thank you for the request, Nonnie! As someone who has struggled with issues regarding an eating disorder, this took me a bit of time to figure out, but I feel proud of it. Please seek out resources if you struggle as well! There are so many helpful resources that have helped me!

Gojo Satoru:

Satoru loved sweets. He developed his love in high school when stimulating his brain, which led to him developing a sweet tooth, so you could always count on him to bring home all sorts of sweets, which was nice. You enjoyed it until someone at work mentioned that it looked like you gained weight. You brushed it off at first, but it struck a nerve when she said you might lose your boyfriend if you continued eating the sweets. Did you put on a few pounds since you started dating Gojo? Was it all the sweets you had been enjoying with him?

The comment had you poking at your stomach in the mirror with a pout. That woman blatantly announcing their view in front of your coworkers was rude. It was embarrassing and had you questioning if Satoru had noticed if you gained weight. You need to stop indulging in sweets, or more people might start making comments about your weight. Or the worst-case scenario was that Satoru would leave you.

That same day, you went straight to the gym when you got home. You heard footsteps rushing to the door when you returned to your apartment. Satoru nearly tackled you as he kissed your cheeks repeatedly as you headed for the kitchen.

“Hi, Toru!” You giggled as Satoru shuffled with you into the kitchen, not once letting you go. “How did the mission go?”

“It was boring! I wish I could’ve brought you with me!” White strands of hair fly as he yanked his head away from your face. “But I brought you home some souvenirs.” He handed you a pink bag with a cute cat label. “Macaroons from France! This shop is known for its take on different flavors. Peanut butter and jelly blueberry and cinnamon roll. I bought one of every flavor for us to try.” His smile was wide and warm, leaving you feeling sick.

“Oh, thanks.” You placed the bag onto the counter with an evident frown. One Satoru saw your unenthusiastic reaction, and it made him pout.

“What’s wrong? You love macaroons.”

“I do. I just—” Nausea twisted in your stomach. “I can’t eat them anymore.”

The combination of ‘I do’ and ‘I can’t’ had Satoru reeling in stunned silence. “What do you mean you can't? Did you develop a macaroon allergy while I was gone?”

“No, I can’t keep eating sweets, Toru.”

Satoru could tell something had happened while he was gone. Usually, you jumped at the chance to try an exotic sweet he’d bring home. For you to be so dismissive wasn’t like you at all. He’d only been gone for a week, and suddenly, you had an aversion to sweets.

His fingers gently grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger. The second his eyes meet yours, he can feel your anguish. Tears glimmer in your eyes as a little hiccups sound in your chest. Seeing you in such a state had your boyfriend searching you for injuries only to realize it wasn’t on the surface but deeper.

“Sweetheart.” The tenderness and concern in his voice make you cry harder. “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Satoru pulls you to the couch, sitting you directly on his lap.

“M-My c-co—“ si s wreck through you as you try to speak, “my coworker—”

“Your coworker what? Who do I need to Hollow Purple?”

Satoru runs his hands gently up and down your back, which is soothing. “They were asking if I gained wei—weight. A-And they said that I would lose you if I gained more.” His hands stopped moving, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

“I’m sorry. What the fuck did you just say?”

You spilled your guts out, telling him everything from what they said to you to going to the gym. Never once amid your rant did he interrupt you. He just held you, pressing kisses against your tear-stained cheeks until you shuddered with a sigh once you were done.

“Baby, my sweet, beautiful girlfriend. Fuck them. Fuck those assholes; God, I hate people so much.” His hands grab your hips, making you straddle him to stare into his eyes. “I think you’re beautiful just the way you are. If you want different souvenirs, I’ll bring you something different. If you want me to bring you back, I will.” His hands gently stroke at your tear-stained cheeks. “But don’t let a bunch of assholes dictate what you can and can’t eat.”

Sincere cease the stream tears. “You think I’m perfect?” A smile graces your face, causing Satoru’s heart to flutter.

“Yes! I love you, whether you indulge in sweets or focus on going to the gym. Regardless of your choice, I’ll support you, whether I bring you home more treats or join you at the gym; say the word, and I’ll support you no matter what.”

You gently pressed your lips against him. To which he gladly reciprocated, holding you tight as you messily made out like horn-crazed teenagers. You happily munched on the macaroons Satoru brought home the next day at work when your phone rang. The woman who had commented on your weight, Tadashi, appears on the caller ID, making you roll your eyes

“Yes?” You asked, licking the crumbs off your lips.

“You have a delivery here in the front.”

You rush to the lobby and pass other assistant supervisors into the waiting room. The delivery man is hidden behind the arrangement of your favorite flowers. You melted as you stepped forward, the floral scent drawing you in.

“Hi, those are for me.” You helped your hands out to the vase.

“Yes, they are!” The flowers lowered, and your grind blindfold creased as he stared down at you.

“Toru?!”

“Just had to remind you how perfect and loved you are!” he placed the flowers down before rubbing his arms around you. “I also want hollow purple the assholes who hurt you.”

“No, Toru, please don’t do that.”

While murder was out of the question, Satoru decided on a different approach to let your coworkers know how much you were loved. He wrapped his arms around you before dipping you in front of all of your shitty coworkers just before kissing you. He made such a scene making out with you and grabbing your ass that you were left a blushing mess. He finally managed to pull away; he flipped off the woman who had made such terrible comments to you.

“Hope this proves that I’m never going anywhere.” he slaps your ass again, drawing a squeak from you. “She’s mine forever and always, no matter what!”

Nanami Kento:

Ever since high school, you have had a food issue. When you were a child, your grandparents often commented about you cleaning off your plate or having seconds. They would frequently call you chubby or warn you that man would like a woman who finished her meals before him.

Because of their comments, you never ate as much as you would like. Purposely leave as much food on your plate as possible without starving yourself. While the habit was unhealthy, it pleased your grandparents to the point they finally got off your back about your plate and weight. After their deaths, the harmful habit caused by their poisonous words scarred you your whole life.

No matter how hungry you were, you never finished your plate. A handful of the entire plate was eaten at every meal you ate. If you were still hungry, water helped with the lingering traces of hunger. Because of your seemingly peckish behavior, you were called a bird throughout high school and even into adulthood. You didn’t see it in a bad way. You were eating the way you did, which never bothered you. You were happy and content with your choices until you started dating Nanami Kento.

When he first asked you out, you thought the good-looking man was pulling a joke on you. Much to your relief, he was serious. He wanted to take you out for dinner and drinks, which you excitedly agreed to. Nanami took you to the best restaurants in town, and it was. You moaned as you ate until you had to force yourself to stop, as you were dangerously getting close to finishing your plate for the first time in years.

Your grandparents' words haunted you as you reluctantly put your spoon down. That was the first time he picked up on your issue. The way you assured him that you were full when your eyes still lingered on your food or how you moaned when you took a bite of the sweet dessert, going in for another spoonful only to freeze and drop your spoon.

Something didn’t seem right, but Nanami wouldn’t pry on the first date. Perhaps you weren’t that hungry, or you were nervous around him. There was no point in bringing it up right now. He wasn’t even sure if he’d get a second date.

But he got that second date and the third, and soon, he became your loving, doting boyfriend

A boyfriend who noticed you not cleaning your plate off wasn’t just a one-time occurrence but a habit of yours. No matter the meal, breakfast, lunch, or dinner, you never finished your plate. Even when you complained about how starving you were, you never ate until you were full.

You never looked satisfied whenever you ate; one would even say that you looked disappointed whenever your plate was taken away at restaurants. Or when you close the lid on your unfinished bento box. You wanted to eat, but something was preventing you from pushing past the limit you made for yourself

Nanami didn’t want to pry or embarrass you by bringing it up, but he could no longer hold his tongue after the two of you had gone to dinner. You stopped eating, and while he finished his meal, you chugged down an entire glass of water. Clearly, you were still hungry but not wanting to eat.

He decided he needed to bring up the manner in the comfort of his home, away from watchful eyes. So Nanami invited you to his condo for a homemade dinner featuring your favorite meal.

It was so good. The flavors were perfect, mouthwatering, and nearly orgasmic. You moaned eagerly, shoving more food into your mouth, losing yourself in the delicious meal made by loving hands; Nanami watched you while sipping on his wine, watching you eat until you stopped eating like always. The disappointment was evident on your face as you reluctantly put your fork down.

Now was the time to act.

“Darling, is the food not to your liking?” A sense of dread burned in your stomach as you looked up from your half-full plate at your boyfriend

“No, it was good! I’ve never tasted something so tasty.”

Nanami placed his wine glass down, licking his bottom lip. “ Are you just not hungry?” You shook your head, cheeks burning. “Then why don’t you eat more Love? You clearly want to.”

“But I don’t wanna lose you—”

Not expecting that to be your answer, Kento pulled his chair to your side, sat down, and gently grabbed your hands. You flushed as he brought them towards his mouth, pressing gentle kisses against your knuckles. Your boyfriend looked so distraught over your answer as if it had wounded him to the soul.

“Why do you think that? Have I made you feel if you were to finish your food, that would result in me leaving you? If I made you feel that way, I’m sorry.”

“Ken, no, no, wait a second.” Your fingers squeezed around his hand. “You didn’t do anything remotely close to making me feel that way.”

“Then why do you think you’d lose me if you were to finish a meal in front of me?”

Swallowing at the lump of dread in your throat, you sighed. “Well, it’s something my grandparents always used to say.” You told him everything about their crude remarks and terrible advice. You also confessed that despite their passing, their words still haunted you, making it hard for you to finish meals.

“That has to be the most asinine bullshit I’ve ever heard.” Kento snapped, irritation carved into his features. “People are so cold and cruel. They don’t understand that words can impact a person for the entirety of their lives.”

“Kento—”

“I can assure you that I would rather you finish your plate than starve yourself. Food is one of the many joys in life that is better shared and company.” He closed the small distance between you. “If you finish your plate, I won’t be disgusted or turned off. I promise you it’s the opposite; seeing you happy and enjoying yourself makes me happy.”

“It does?”

“You always look so happy when you eat something you like.” Nanami picked up your fork and is holding it out for you. “So please don’t let the cruel words of terrible people dictate how you live your life. I won’t be leaving anytime soon, so please eat as much as you’d like.”

Hearing those words from him, the man who stole your heart, made your soul soar. Confirming that your grandparents were terrible people and that he wouldn’t leave you left you feeling overjoyed. Like you had been set free. It was like Kento had taken bolt cutters to the chains wrapped around you for years. That rush of relief had you eating more food off your plate with a happy hum.

You ate all the food off your plate for the first time in years. Nanami grinned as he gently stroked your head, elated to you, so happy and satisfied. Seeing you in such a euphoric state delighted him; words could not describe it. Nanami Kento was falling hard for you, and he couldn’t wait to see what the future holds for you both.

Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU):

“Big bro!” Sukuna Thomas is a slice of toast on Yuuji’s plate. “Bro!” The smaller boy pouts at his brother, who ultimately ignores him, tossing a butter knife into the sink. “Brother!”

“What?!” Sukuna snaps, running a hand down. His little brother is unfazed by his tone, happily munching away on the toast he had prepared for him.

“Big sis forgot her lunch again!” Yuuji always referred to you as his big sister, even though you were dating his older brother. Sukuna made a mental note to discuss calling you by either your last name or first name, whatever you preferred, when you got home from work.

“No, I handed it to her,” Sukuna is about to call Yuuji a brat for lying when he spots your Bento box wrapped in a cherry blossom cloth on the entrance table by the front door. He swears you’d lose your head if it weren't attached to your body. This was the third time you had forgotten your lunch this week. “Dumb little brat.” he snatches it off the entrance table to put it back in the fridge for you. “She’d if it wasn’t for delivery services and convenience stores. Always forgetting her shit.”

“She didn’t forget it.” Yuuji’s addition has his brother shutting the door to the fridge to box still in hand.

“The hell you mean she didn’t forget it?”

The smell of sterilized wipes makes your empty stomach twist. Maybe the fasting and the protein shake in the morning weren't cutting it anymore. This meant you would have to eat a bit more, which was something you didn’t want to do. Not when your beach trip with Sukuna and the boys was around the corner.

“Hey.” One of your coworkers tapped her knuckles on the door of the exam room you were cleaning. “Once you’re done here, you can take your lunch if you want.”

“Lunch?” You laugh, pulling your gloves off and tossing them in the trashcan. “If you count a protein shake as lunch, I’ll take it.”

“Oh,” your coworker covered her mouth, “ I think I just ruined the surprise.” Surprise? What the hell was she talking about? “Your boyfriend is in the lobby with your lunch.”

Oh fuck.

Without another word, you rushed through the office, heading to the lobby. Sukuna stood by the front desk with a scowl over his tattooed face. He was pissed, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to face him, but the plot to hide vanished the second his crimson eyes shot in your direction.

A chill ran down your spine as the sheer coldness in his gaze had you frozen in your spot until he motioned for you to come over with his index and middle finger. You approached him, smoothing out your scrubs, avoiding eye contact at all costs, which lasted for a second before Sukuna could use his fingers to lift your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Let’s take a walk.” The sharpness of his tone left no room for discussion

“Okay.”

He at least waited until he was outside to turn and glare down at you. You would have to thank him for that. “Care to explain how you forgot your lunch?” His jaw is clenched, and the veins are popping out of his neck as he attempts to hold back his anger.

“I uh—”

“And before you even think about telling me ‘you forgot’ for the third time this week, long and hard about how you wanna answer my question.”

“I left it behind.”

Sukuna nodded with a scoff. “So does this mean you haven’t forgotten your lunch all week, or have you purposely left it behind?” You give him a guilt-ridden nod. “Why?” His being short and questioning your motives was exactly how you imagined his reaction if he found out what you were doing.

“Because of my diet.”

“Diet, the fuck you mean your diet?”

Your cheeks burn as he repeats the word diet ten more times as if repeating it will help him understand your reasoning. Sukuna listens to you sigh in defeat before sitting on the fountain's edge in front of the medical complex where you work. His frustration blinded him so much that he didn’t notice how you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth or how your leg bounced anxiously.

He sat down, putting your bento box off to the side. “Why are you skipping meals on this ‘diet’?” The bastard was using air quotes now.

“My coworker showed it to me. Two meals with protein shakes and eat only one big meal or day I could tone up.”

“So you’re basically ‘starving’ yourself to tone up?”

“Can you stop using air quotes?”

“I will once you tell me why you’re skipping meals for the shitty diet you don’t even need to be on. If you want to focus on your health and getting toned up, do it. I’ll go to the gym and show you how to use the machines. I’ll even spot you. But so that you know, I think you’re perfect the way you are.”

“You’re obligated to say that because you’re my boyfriend.” Your attitude in your tone has said boyfriend glaring daggers. “You’re muscular and buff, and I’m—“ you pout, “ I’m just me.”

“Yeah, and I want you, all of you.” He’s getting fed up with the piss-poor attitude you have going on. “What’s with the self-hate.”

Sukuna was expecting more attitude or possibly the silent treatment, but you didn’t; instead, it was quiet as your delicate fingers rubbed against your pants. “I-I bought a new swimsuit for the trip to the beach and—” your boyfriend perked up, interest peaked. “And it’s a little snug in some places.”

“Snug?”

“Yeah.” When you first got the swimsuit, you saw nothing wrong with it, but a friend of yours pointed out that your bottoms were a bit snug in the ass region—seeing that your beach trip was two weeks away, your coworker recommended the not-so-awesome diet you were on since you wanted to tone up; because if your friend thought it was snug. You could only imagine what your boyfriend would think. “I just wanna look good for you.”

“Oi.”

“Ye-mph!” Just as you turned to look at him, he shoved the tip of a rice ball into your mouth.

“I need to see you in those bottoms.” There was a certain cuteness with how he puffed his cheeks out as you eagerly chewed on the rice ball. Once you finish swallowing, you grab it by the end and pull it out, holding the remainder of it in your hand

“You want to see?”

“Of course, why the fuck would you listen to some nobody? Let me see them, and I’ll tell you what I think.”

That was the last thing you wanted, but you knew he wouldn’t let this go until you did. Taking another bite of the delicious rice ball, you sighed in defeat. “I’ll show you, Sukuna,” He flicked his finger against your forehead. “What was that for?!” He shoved the second rice ball into your mouth, silencing you.

“For being a dumbass, eat your lunch and bring those bottoms back to my apartment.” He pressed a kiss against your cheek. “I gotta get back to work, but don’t forget I love you the way you are. Please don’t starve yourself because you assume I wouldn’t like something on you.”

You ate all your lunch while dreading the mere thought of him seeing you in the bottoms, which your friend had deemed too tight. The anxiety of what was to come had your day flying by, and before you knew it, you were peeking your head out of the bathroom of Sukuna’s apartment. Your boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed, watching you closely.

“Promise you’ll be honest. I’m dead serious, Kuna.”

“Promise.” When you stepped out of the bathroom, Sukuna’s eyes widened at the sight of the tight red bottoms you wore. They were snug and all the right ways. They were hugging your hips and the curve of your ass perfectly. The color complimented your skin tone. You were so fucking perfect. Your friend must have told you that your bottoms look too snug because they were jealous of you.

Sukuna stood up, crowding you against the wall, inhaling sharply as you hit the cool wall. Your tattooed boyfriend sunk to his knees, his lips and teeth nipping at your thighs up to the curve of your hips. The warmth of his mouth, how you gasped, your hands gripping the pink tufts of hair.

“Kuna.”

“Throw those fucking shakes away, babe. These are perfect.” His voice was muffled as he nipped harder at your skin.

“You don’t think they’re too snug?”

“No, they're perfect.” He whispered, drawing closer and closer to your core. “Now, let's have our own little experiment. I wanna see how well they do—” crimson eyes meet your panting flushed face, “when they’re wet.”

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[allfryam]

bulk up

Evan was in his final year of high school. He just turned 18 and he was feeling great. He was the star of the football team and he had a smokin hot body. His abs looked like they were chiseled from stone, his pecs sat like trophies on his chest. His arms glistened and bulged with muscles. one day after practice, his coach called him over. Even ran over, dripping with sweat. “I need you to move up a weight class”. Coach said. “We’re starting to struggle against teams with bigger players. We need some more meat on the team.” Evan was skeptical. He would have to give up his precious abs? He didn’t know if he could. But coach convinced him it would only be around 20 pounds, and he could lose it when the season ended. that night, instead of making a fresh, healthy meal, Evan drove to McDonald’s and ate a large Big Mac meal. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. Soon, Evan was off of school for a few weeks due to construction. This also meant no football practice. He didn’t mind though. He was too busy bulking. He spent most of his days shirtless, playing video games and eating snacks in his room. Without realizing he had already gained over 15 pounds. All of the junk food and snacks that he was eating was starting to take a toll on his waistline. His abs had slowly disappeared, and his muscles began to grow softer. He had a slight paunch that hung over the waistband on his underwear. by the time the construction was over and Evan could get back to school, his pants were quite hard to button. He mostly just wore sweatpants anyway. His smallest shirts began to ride up and reveal a sliver of his belly. at practice, coach called Evan over again. “You been bulking?” “Yes sir” Evan replied. Coach took Evan to the scales to see how much weight he had gained. “You lost a pound?! What the hell is wrong with you?! I’m going to have to do this myself. Come to my house later tonight.”

Evan was confused. He was sure he put on weight. None of his pants fit, and his abs were completely gone. He arrived at coaches house and knocked on the door. Coach let him in and told him to have a seat at the table. Evan still didn’t know what coach had in store but he was scared. He was also pretty hungry. Coach brought out 3 pizzas, a cake, canned pastas, ice cream, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Evan’s eyes grew wide. “You’re not leaving tonight until you eat all of this food.” Coach yelled. “But coach-“ coach shut him up and told him to eat. evan started with the pizza. He did good on the first two, but the last one was giving him trouble. It took a while, but eventually he finished the last slice. Next was the pasta. He was already pretty full but coach wouldn’t let him take a break. Evan kept eating and moaning as he got fuller and fuller. His belly was starting to stretch and expand, and his belt grew tight. He ripped it off and undid his pants and let out a sigh of relief. He continued to eat and eat until the pasta was gone. Coach let him take a little break before dessert but it didn’t help much. Evan dug into the cake with his hands, shoving fistfuls of food down his throat. His face was covered in pizza sauce, grease, and chocolate icing. He continued through the cake until he started feeling nauseous. “I thought this might happen. Here” coach said as he gave Evan some anti nausea medicine. After a couple minutes Evan felt better and finished off the cake. For the last two things, Evan combined the cookies and the ice cream to make it easier for himself. He took off his tight shirt to make some room and he dug in. After an hour of moaning and burping, he couldn’t do it. There was still a few cookies left and almost half a tub of ice cream. “You’re gonna come back every night until you can finish one of my feasts boy” coach yelled.

after a few weeks of this, Evan was still unable to finish one of coach’s meals, but they were definitely starting to affect his body. His slight paunch had grown into a round ball gut. His pecs were saggy moobs and his tight ass was big and jiggly. His thighs almost doubles in size and he had an extra chin now. But Evan was competitive. He wouldn’t stop until he won.

[m1d-45]

Midas, i'm FREE!

Work has been EXHAUSTING since the last time we chatted on tumblr, but i think your request box is open, and i'm feeling a request of cuddling otters of fontaine with platonc/sisterly bond with Siegewinne!

OTTERS! I fucking LOVE those little guys they look so fluffy!

And Siegewinne is so adorable and has Wrio for a -cough Father/boss cough- so Yeah.

-🥘Stew

a wondrous earth

note: i definitely did not realize that you didn't mention sagau at midnight so. just pretend okay shhh

word count: 2k

-> warnings: nothing explicit but does take place post-fontaine AQ and kinda assumes you know the lore.. containes a few wink/nudge references at most.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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teyvat was beautiful. even through a screen, you could lose yourself wandering for hours, taking in the flowing rivers, delicate flowers, the way the clouds swept over the sky like they themselves were savoring the view. wildlife scattered the paths, butterflies in the air and birds chirping from every tree. sometimes you turned off the music and dialogue just to sit and bask in it.

it was no different now that you actually were in teyvat. if anything, the heightened detail only deepened your love for the sights. you could watch every feather shift, not limited by graphics and models, feeling the spray of saltwater across your skin. perhaps it was simply because fontaine was where you’d first awoken, but it would always hold a soft spot in your heart.

the city itself was stunning, with pristine white buildings that shined with even the slightest sun, the meka moving with fluid gears that barely whirred as they passed. coins littered the bottom of every fountain, the smell shifting from perfume to fried food to fresh fruit, tempting from their stall. you could have spent the entire day roaming its streets and only barely brush the surface of everything to see inside. flora, fauna, people and meka and melusines and you, the streets just populated enough to be welcoming without crossing into overwhelming.

it could be argued that its beauty was due to being the centerpiece of the nation. perhaps outside of its mother of pearl walls were ruined homes and muddied streets that would surely dim your favor, and perhaps that was why neuvillette was so gun-shy about recommending it to you. though he was very professional about it, you’d played enough of the archon quest to know that his insistence on tending to you personally was more out of worry than any sort of actual need. your years of amassed mora had found its way cleanly into your pocket upon arrival, and that combined with your knowledge of fontaine would certainly be enough on its own to find you a nice, cozy life, even without the whole “god of all” thing.

that seemed a bit too intimidating anyway. no, you were more interested in watching romaritime flowers bloom in the rain, and whatever other duties came of your title could wait. celestia had yet to come knocking and most of the higher officials seemed allergic to even thinking of suggesting something else to do, so your time was your own.

(while it was a bit funny, their want to help seemed to push the line of fervency. it was worrying, and another reason to spend some time out wandering on your own. they’d been through enough, and the last thing you wanted was to be another weight on furina’s shoulders.)

thankfully, fontaine was vast, and held no shortage of sight to see. with a bit of persuasion—read: barely hinting at it once while navia happened to be in the room—you were equipped with a travel bag and set off on your own, heading north. unfortunately, there was no way to cross to the other islands without taking the aquabus, and you did want to see the institute and the opera house for yourself.

fortunately, fontaine’s waters were fresh.. or, at least fresh enough that one could swim in it without a mask… or oxygen tank…

you’d figure it out. there was not a single chance that you wouldn’t at least try. even if you didn’t have whatever blessing that allowed the traveller and others to dive freely, the elements seemed to like you well enough, and who would pass up on the chance to see fontaine’s waters for themself anyway?

not you, certainly. you crouched in the shallows and cupped the waves in your hands, bringing it to your mouth and taking a cautious breath.

it felt, expectedly, perfectly fine. normal, even. you let the water fall, but didn’t exhale anything else but air. there was no pressure in your lungs, no burning need to cough, just an odd warmth that spread from your throat downwards. you didn’t know why—you’d somewhat assumed that vision wielders had some sort of internal “gills” that pushed out excess water—but shrugged it off, double-checking that your bag was safely stashed within a bush before wading deeper. the water was a bit cool, but not cold, welcoming you in like a freshly-made bed after a long day.

unsurprisingly, fontaine’s great lake was just as beautiful as the city. in the shallows alone, romaritime flowers gleamed, reflecting the light they absorbed from the sun over and over within their thin petals. fish in rainbows of colors flocked among the depths, rays of light reaching down and inviting you to follow.

the fish were mostly apathetic to your presence. they neither fled nor turned, just allowing you by as if you were one of them. the few meka were a bit more curious, coming up and bumping your hand to ask why you had descended with them. with a bit of coaxing, you let one of the smaller ones allow you to hold onto its fins, pulling you deeper still. crabs scuttled along the floor, stingrays following the dappled rays of light. even this far down, you could still see easily, watching algae sway and jellyfish bloom without error.

at some point, your meka stalled, lingering in space and turning around. its searchlight flicked over you and the sand, inching back the way you came. was this the edge of its patrol route? you waved it goodbye and it waited a moment more before finally moving away, slowly at first before returning to speed. there were probably others you could take back anyway… provided you remembered where you were anyway.

…that was a problem for later. you turned and swam, following the valley. it was getting a bit shallower, and the sun was beginning to dim, but your curiosity was not yet satisfied. you pushed, and continued. a deeper valley of the ocean came into view, a deep bowl marked by large columns of bare rock on the far side. there were more jellyfish around here, and a few stingrays with shining blue skin. you swam to some, curious, but as soon as you got close it turned and met you more than halfway, circling twice like a cat who’s owner had finally come home. you pet over its wings, the transparent blue layer making your fingers buzz. the ray pushed into your hand, and when it left for another cheerful circle, your palm was blue. despite the fact that you hadn’t felt tired or in any way abnormal since diving, the sight of the film over your hands settled confidence over your mind. whatever came, you’d be able to handle it.

why? you had no idea. was there really a way for you to to absorb xenochromatic abilities? was this even that anyway? who cared, really, if you weren’t hurt?

you pet the stingray again with your afflicted hand—not wanting to stain both, in case it was somehow something harmful—and look around the valley, soaking in the view. the sunlight had turned slightly amber, but it never hindered the sea’s beauty. pink and blue jellyfish, octopi shooting pearls of water back and forth. how, you had no idea, but you weren’t going to ask. not that they’d be able to answer, anyway.

tired out, the stingray settled by your side, tail loosely flicking to keep in place as the water shifted. despite the fact that it had definitely touched your skin elsewhere, only your hand remained blue. that cemented in your mind that this was one of the xenochromatic creatures, though to do so without the odd lasso was interesting.. then again, if you could make flames sway and wind pause, then who’s to say you couldn’t throw a few water blades?

the water hummed, something coarse brushing your other arm. you turned, but there was no other animal wondering about your presence. instead, after a brief moment, you recognized the figure swimming beside you as sigewinne, just not as you remembered her. she was really only recognizable through her antennae and bright red eyes, the bright nurse’s uniform of her standard model replaced by some sort of wetsuit and a thick belt around her waist. her heart-shaped purse was also replaced with a basket tucked into her elbow, but the lid over it was latched closed, preventing you from seeing inside. once she saw that she had your attention, she pointed up, and you followed her to the surface, albeit slowly. you didn’t really want to leave, and if she was anything like the others then she’d ask you to come into the fortress.

you surfaced beside her, taking a moment to adjust to the air, coughing twice while she pushed some hair from her eyes. it made sense she’d have an easier time adjusting, but you still felt a bit foolish. what happened to the whole “god of all” business?

“first water?” oh, that one was new. the others in the city tended to use titles related to justice. “may i ask what you’re doing out here so late?”

“i was just exploring, that’s all. what are you doing?”

she blinks, then pulls up her basket, undoing the latch and holding out. within, you can see some various plants, each wrapped and bundled tightly. “i was just collecting some herbs. most of the workers have retired and i’m not usually needed around this hour. are you cold at all?”

she looks genuinely worried, which makes you smile despite yourself. “no, i’m alright, thank you.”

if you were talking with anyone else, you’re certain they would have pushed. everyone in the city seemed hell-bent on making sure you never so much as caught sight of something imperfect.. but sigewinne just relaxes, nodding. “okay. if you’re looking for somewhere nice, may i suggest going east? there’s always otters there, even at this hour.”

otters. you’d almost forgotten about the star of the seas, so distracted by meka and your new powers. “that sounds lovely. would you mind showing me where?”

“of course!” she smiles and you swear you’ve never seen anyone happier, following her beneath the waves. fortunately, your abberant power faded when you surfaced, leaving you able to swim beside her without fear of acidentally triggering it. maybe you can ask about it later…

regardless, the trip is short. she takes you up into the shallows, onto a flatter plateau only about ten feet deep. true to her word, otters dot the surface, likely drawn by the plentiful clams in the sand. the few swimming about eagerly swim up to you, a sharp contrast to the other sealife. they nudge clams into your hand and curl eagerly into your hands, their fur soft and dense. they can hold their breath for longer than you’d think they’d be able to, letting you settle in the sand and pet them for as long as you wish. the water is brighter too, the edges of their fur catching the light.

with time, the sun will fall and your friends will tire, but it is still evening. you watch as sigewinne plays catch with an otter and its shell, smiling at the sight. it’s nice to be like this, tucked beneath the waves with someone who treats you almost comedically casually. maybe its due to her nature, maybe its because she’s a doctor, but that doesn’t really matter. you’re definitely going to savor time spent with someone so sweet.

[weebsinstash]

I've been having a lot of FOOD based ideas for Alastor recently, because cooking and eating in general can actually be VERY personal, intimate things, so here's a bunch of concepts all at once

- I keep thinking of ideas where Reader's hotel room is set up like a studio apartment and you have your own little kitchen in there and ideas stemming from that where Alastor likes to pop in and see what youre cooking and, semi occasionally give critique you didnt ask for but is sometimes actually super helpful

You know, I've had a whole "hotel having group meals" thing and I just picture there are specific nights or times where everyone has the option to gather for some home cooked food, but Alastor refuses to participate because Lucifer is the one cooking, so he's wandering the Hotel until he smells something absolutely delicious, and he finds you cooking in your room, and him visiting you starts becoming a regular thing. He just suddenly appears two feet behind you without warning, "SO! What's for eatin' tonight?" with his Cheshire grin while you give a startled shriek and he potentially has to keep you from spilling or breaking whatever you're holding

- I've been learning how to cook more things and, since it's, you know, LEARNING, I have to look up and double check a lot of stuff, which I use my cellphone for, and I can imagine Alastor HAAAAATING this. You're telling me you've got this intelligent, distinguished gentleman chef right next to you and his nosey ass peeks over your shoulder to see you Voogling "how to cook rice"???? You'd rather use that blasted device than ask your deer friend? He'd be kind of offended actually. Just one of those things that makes him click his tongue at you and pat your head like you're so pitifully helpless, how are you EVER going to be able to care for yourself if you overly rely on tech so much? Guess he'll just have to use this as an excuse to become a mentor to you--

- so, you know, I'm gonna come right out and say I have some, vaguely disordered eating habits, and I can just picture Alastor having some uh, feelings about if his dear Reader wasn't eating properly. Like, this is a Louisiana man from the deep south who's probably grown up on all kinds of soul food and delicious but soooo unhealthy meals where the focus is really more on if it fills your tummy and tastes good, so like... imagine he's been dining with you and getting closer to you and he pops in on you one day, "hey hon, what's for lunch today?" in his typical joking self and you're just like, "oh actually I'm on a diet so I'm fasting right now :)". Pandemonium.

Like literally, Alastor is deriving so much comfort and entertainment from your food and getting to spend time with you and even just chat with you while you cook even of he isn't hungry, and one day he hears your stomach growl and he asks you when you ate last and "oh I had a breakfast sandwich yesterday morning" and you act like that's totally normal that you're standing there borderline salivating from hunger and he can HEAR your tummy growling and you're just "oh my gosh I'm so happy I've been losing so much weight! This new diet is really working for me ^^"

- honestly I keep thinking of. Alastor with a BBW or just plus sized person in general and he loves how big and soft and cuddly you are and you bake all kinds of delicious treats and snacks to spoil him with and he gives you hugs like he did with Mimzy so you can really SQUEEZE his lanky scarecrow ass up against your plush body, BUT I also see him in this scenario personally detesting when you start dieting, because in this scenario you're basically becoming kind of orthorexic, fasting, limiting what foods you eat and how much, eating foods with very little caloric value in high amounts. He can't share meals with you anymore. You don't cook the foods he likes anymore. You're becoming obsessed with diet and exercise but you're not even consuming the right combination of nutrients to properly and healthily lose weight and build muscle so you're just, slowly becoming weaker and more malnourished like LITERALLY becoming significantly more unhealthy trying to diet than what you were doing before

I just picture it gets to the point where Alastor literally forces you to eat. I'm talking you're bound in a chair, he's sitting across from you, and there's a hearty meaty bowl of stew in his hands as he raises a spoonful up to your mouth. You're crying and whimpering over how this will make you gain weight and being forced to take bites and, something about this meat tastes a little unusual as Alastor starts talking about, "lovely ladies such as yourself need more iron in their diet to stay healthy"

- I know I keep thinking of Alastor cannibalism ideas in a horror context but I've also thought about Reader CONSENSUALLY engaging in cannibalism. Like. Alastor comes to visit you one day and he can tell something has happened to you. It's all over your face: dour expression, dead eyes, low voice, just more withdrawn. You're cooking some kind of meat in a way he would consider almost experimental, as if you're not used to preparing this dish before, dont know how to season or flavor it. I think he would be able to tell by the smell what it is but I like to picture he's in peaceful ignorance until you quietly set down a plate in front of him and one for yourself as you take a seat with him and you just, quietly glance from him and the food and start talking,

"I, uh... was drinking with a friend of mine, a male friend... JUST a friend, and, I, I thought he was really nice, and, funny, and, I caught him trying to put something in my drink, so," and you look up at Alastor after you finish chewing a bite,

"Does he taste overcooked to you?"

And Alastor just gets this BIG smile, ears twitching happily, so thrilled for multiple multiple reasons, "oh hon, he tastes DIVINE, you really outdid yourself❤️❤️❤️"

- I will say though an idea I keep coming back to actually involves Rosie! You've been cooking with Alastor for weeks and, one day he shows up with company! I think it would actually be quite flattering at first: Alastor brought a friend to eat with you? And she's like, an important person? So... you're friends then? He likes you enough to bring his buddies around and introduce you? And of course, Rosie is an absolute delight, loves your cooking, loves your jokes, adores you, tries to chatter and pry all kinds of juicy details and gossip out of you, just a friendly chatty Cathy

Unbeknownst to you, some of the meat Alastor occasionally provides has been different types of Sinner Demons and one day Rosie comes to stop by where you're staying and, you're absolutely hysterical, in a rage, and Rosie has to ask Alastor, "oh, what's wrong? What's with all the tears, hon?"

"She doesn't like eating Hector."

"But she LOVES eating Hector! She loves how all his cartilage and fat cooks down!"

"She :) may or may not have been aware she was eating Hector"

"ALASTOR >:("

But Rosie is also too attached with you at this point so, you know, they'll ""apologize"" for not informing you you've been eating like entire fucking people, but, they're not uh, they're not gonna stop coming around. Like can you picture they come to visit you days later like it's nothing and you don't come to the door and they "invite themselves in" (alastor may or may not have copied your key, not that he needs to but it's more formal than using his magic to break in) and your fridge and pantry have been completely cleared out of every single ingredient and cooked meal, like you couldn't trust a single fucking thing, not even the bouillon cubes, and they find all your lovingly cooked meals that the two cannibals loved to eat with you, rotting in a garbage can outside. Not that they're gonna dig shit out of the trash or anything but like imagine them BEING ANNOYED that you've wasted perfectly good food. Not just your money, but, sweetie, all your hard work :'(

- also, final one. Circling back to the "you cook in your hotel room but sometimes Lucifer serves group meals" idea, imagine Alastor eventually really does something to piss you off and, he's coming to join you for dinner and there's already other people there, the whole Hotel actually, INCLUDING Lucifer. And I just. Oooo I picture the jealousy, like EXTREME JEALOUSY where you're turning and asking Lucifer how to do certain things and teach you and you just seem so much more COMFORTABLE around the tiny devil over the cannibal and Alastor is grinding his teeth while you're talking, "Alastor doesn't like tea so, I guess you and I get to have all this sweet tea I made for ourselves" and Lucifer just, "oh gosh, I'd never pass up on something YOU made. I've been having a lot of fun teaching you stuff and cooking more! You could even call us," *looks DIRECTLY at Alastor* "best friends >:)"

ALASTOR GRINDING HIS TEETH TO DUST, stalking up to the two of you, twisting and snapping his neck to tower over Lucifer, "may I SPEAK with you PRIVATELY for a moment" and Lucifer just, "uhhhhhh, no? I'm helping her finish food for everyone" and then the little fallen angel turns his head towards you, "oh no, don't cut that like that, you might hurt yourself!" And he slides up next to you on a stool or uses his wings and, he's MUCH touchier than Alastor so the stag is like VISIBLY UPSET as Lucifer gently puts his own hands over yours, "here, place your fingers like this and cut in this motion--" AND WHAT'S THE WORST IS YOU DON'T SEEM TO MIND LUCIFER TOUCHING YOU, like. Alastor is about to start full blown tantruming on a room full of people. Charlie is inviting him to come and sit down while Husker knows the Radio Demon well enough to see he's about to pop a blood vessel and prompt excuses himself from the room to avoid what will surely become a physical altercation

God forbid, Lucifer says some shit like, "you know, your cooking reminds me a lot like my third wife's" and you're just "oh, you got married a third time???" And here's the Devil, SHAMELESSLY "oh, not yet ;)"

Yeah, I'd say a pretty big fight would break out after that

[frenchkisstheabyss]

ａｌｌ ♡ ｒｏｕｎｄｅｒ

♡ I love that I've been getting so many Hyunjin requests lately. He isn't even my bias but, like, this is my boyfriend at this point ya'll ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x thick!fem!reader

♡ Summary: Just a sweet, rainy car ride with your boyfriend that gets a little spicy.

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Word Count: 824

♡ Warnings: fingering & that's all really

Today Hyunjin took you on a picnic. The plates and utensils were forgotten on the kitchen counter, leaving you to eat everything with your hands. What a mess. The wildflowers in the meadow you settled on were gorgeous but you discovered much too late that Hyunjin was allergic. And then there was the rain. He’d checked the weather…right? With anyone else, this would’ve been a disaster. A spring afternoon ruined by a series of unfortunate events.

But with Hyunjin, well, it was the exact opposite. Not having plates or utensils meant that you had to find new, inventive ways to eat your food. It meant that you got to eat cake from the palm of his hand. That he licked frosting from the tip of your nose and smiled at the way it crinkled. Thankfully his reaction to the flowers hadn’t been severe, resulting only in a few cute sneezes that you couldn’t help but giggle at. 

The rain had come down hard, leaving you both drenched from head to toe. But you got to run in the rain, hand in hand with your boyfriend, losing half of the things that you packed in the process. The two of you laughed when he dropped his keys, cursing the universe for setting you up like this. It was a disaster but with him it was beautiful. A core memory to smile about when you’re old and gray.

So on the ride home, you’re not pouting, wondering what could’ve been. No, you’re sitting in the passenger’s seat drawing hearts in the fog on the windows. The mellow music flowing from the radio fits perfectly with the light pitter-patter of rain on the roof of the car. It would ease up now. Hyunjin rests his hand on your thigh, fingers tapping along to the beat of the song, as the car comes to a red light. Almost immediately you feel him staring at you, soft brown eyes peering into your soul in the most sensual way possible. 

“See something you like?” you tease, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Hyunjin smiles, brushing his cheek against the palm of your hand, “Always.” “You’re so cute” you squeak, still soft for him after two years together. “You’re so cute” he whispers, planting a kiss on your wrist. Dragging you deeper into his gaze, he slides his hand up your skirt, massaging your inner thigh. You inhale sharply when his fingers part your plush thighs to brush your clit.

A car horn honks behind you, scaring you half to death. “The light’s green,” you say, turning Hyunjin’s head back toward the road, “Drive.” And he does but his fingers are still working between your thighs, making your stomach flutter. “Focus on the road, Hyunjin.” “Don’t worry'' his eyes flick over to you, his hand moving up to your waist to slip into your panties, “I’m an all rounder.” 

You roll your eyes at him. Hyunjin can be so cocky sometimes. He’s not lying though. He manages to keep his eyes on the road, maneuvering through traffic in the rain, with one hand on the wheel and the other stroking your velvet folds. The more he toys with you, fingers sinking into your warmth, the wider your legs part. The wider your lips part. Weighted breaths add to the fog on the windows, washing away the adorable doodles you’d made no less than a minute ago.

You bite down on your lip, eyes falling closed. It’s effortless, losing yourself in him. Hyunjin fingers you like he dances. A flawless combination of grace and passion. Of gentleness and intensity. The quiet and the storm all at once. He may have forgotten to check the weather but he could never forget your body. He knows you. Knows what you like. What makes you clench around his fingers like you’re doing right now. 

It’s nothing short of pure bliss to have him stroking you…spreading you…basking in the moisture of your needy little pussy. The car stops again, another red light, and Hyunjin pops his seatbelt off. Without warning he’s kissing you, pillowy lips against yours, his tongue tasting the remnants of the strawberry cake you made together. He quickens his pace, his wrist working faster to bring you to your high.

You grab his arm as you writhe beneath him. The car might as well be moving, speeding down the highway at warp speed, with the way your heart races. He slips his fingers out of you, making a V shape that lightly pinches your clit between them, and you’re coming, soaking those pink panties he loves so much. 

Just in time to make the green light, he’s back in his seat, pulling off as he licks you from his fingers the same way he did his lunch. “Told you” he sings, a mischievous smirk on his face, “All rounder.”

[feedeelover-roleplayer]

BELLY EXPANSION UNTIL YOU POP SCENARIO🫣.

We wake up the next morning after we had s3x with your stuffed belly. You still look suspiciously big if not bigger… yet we pay no mind and see it as a win that you’re gaining, though as the day goes on, your belly grows more and more every minute.

It gets to the point where your thigh is half way covered and you can barely reach your belly button. I play with your grown belly to take your mind off of things, but you start to feel pain as your belly starts growing beyond what it’s meant to. Your belly starts to grumble and rumble for mercy as you start burping uncontrollably. You burp to help free up some space and to shrink though it doesn’t work. The burping slows down the process but not enough.

I try pressing down on your belly as you let out a huge burp that’s makes me hard though your belly is the LITERAL bigger issue at hand. Eventually your belly grows to the point it’s hard as a rock and I can’t press down on it. You try to burp but you can’t as all the gas is trapped in your belly, growing you more and more, you can’t even fart or vomit to help you at this point. Your belly has now grown to your toes as it gains stretch marks and you start to hiccup and moan (in a sexy way) in pain. I try to pat it, rub it or anything to help but it keeps growing. Eventually you let out a big burp which stops the growing, but as we sigh in relief, we look at your belly and see it started growing at a faster rate.

You lose your ability to burp again as I start trying to press down on your belly though at this point, it’s too much gas to hold down. More and more stretch marks form and your bellies rumbling starts to grow louder. Now your belly is way past your toes as the couch you’re sitting on breaks from all your weight, though it triggers something… more stretch marks grow as you manage to let out another gassy burp though your belly can’t hold any of it anymore. We start to see and hear your belly rip from the inside, as you moan in pain (again in a sexy way) as your belly is tearing. Now your belly is at least 10 meters long as you let out one final burp… “POP” your belly tears open from the gas and pressure as you sit there relieved that it’s finally over.

Though your belly has a massive tear in it meaning I could see the insides which lead me to see the cause of this incident. The food you ate last night didn’t have time to digest properly since you rode me and took back-shots right after eating. The undigested food combined with the gas from the soda you drank caused your belly to completely grow and blow.

It took a couple hours but you manage to regurgitate the food and coke despite of everything as your belly is now back to normal size and healed by a magic medicine. Sadly the medicine had a side effect which made you crave me… and you ate me leading to a vore scenario for tomorrow😉😩😩😏.

[cripplecharacters]

What are possible ways an autistic character can recover from a shutdown/meltdown. And how can other characters help them recover without possibly making it worse?

Meltdowns and shutdowns are a possible brain response to overload/overwhelm. That overload comes from not being able to handle stimuli, and that stimuli can be external (like sensory input) or internal (like with emotions), or a combination of both. They're kind of like a fight (meltdown) or freeze (shutdown) fear response.

How an autistic character recovers from a meltdown or shutdown can vary, because what sets people off is different, but also because the cause of the meltdown or shutdown also varies a lot.

For example, once I had a meltdown because there was a helicopter flying very close to my apartment for almost two hours. I was already tired, and the noise was loud and constant and completely out of my control. Ear defenders were not working well. To help me during and after my meltdown, my boyfriend hugged me (because I enjoy physical touch, and especially if it's 'solid' it calms me down, got my weighted blanket for me, and talked to me only when I seemed to respond well. Then he made sure I drank water and got some rest.

These things helped because they generally are already calming to me: pressure, solid physical touch, and affection. But someone who doesn't like physical touch won't have that help them recover.

Universally, though, a meltdown or a shutdown is draining and does not feel good. It can feel a bit relieving, because usually once it's done you feel like you have less tension, but having it doesn't actually feel good – it often feels like completely losing control, and that feels awful. Things that make self-regulation harder, like being tired or frustrated, will make a meltdown a bit more likely, but they also make it harder to recover from one.

Which means that what helps people recover has a couple different elements:

One, that they are no longer in the same situation or environment that caused the shutdown/meltdown, as much as possible. This can mean physically leaving the space, or that a triggering sound is gone, or that a stressor is no longer active. Generally this is part of creating an environment that feels safe, which can often means a space with as little external stimuli as possible at least for the time being. (So quiet, sometimes dark, without asking for a lot.)

Two, that they are doing something that helps them rest and recover. Sometimes this can be a nap, or drinking some water, or having some food, or lying or sitting down as comfortably as possible. If someone's helping, they can say "Hey, I'm here for you,"

Three, that they have or do something that makes them feel good. And just like for non-autistic people, this is the most variable factor of them all. A common one can be pressure, whether that's with a weighted blanket or vest, or with another person like a hug. Having a comfort item or fidget/stim item can help as well. For some people talking can help; for some talking might be difficult or impossible after a meltdown or shutdown.

Four, just straight up time. This can be an hour or three or a whole day. It really varies. Imagine spending a huge amount of mental energy in twenty minutes, on top of being extremely stressed out. Exhausting, right? You might want to take the rest of your day pretty easy to recover.

As to other characters helping, creating a low stimuli environment is a safe bet. A partner, family member, or friend would also likely know what makes your character feel better when they're stressed — a meltdown or shutdown is an extra stress response. They can generally help by staying calm and showing their support.

Hope this helps! :)

– mod sparrow

[greatwyrmgold]

Dungeon Logistics

Between the currently-airing Dungeon Meshi anime and my recent binge of the manga (I finally got past the 40% mark), I've been thinking about the logistics of long-term dungeoneering.

The Problem

Military theorists and historians have some rules of thumb about what soldiers can be expected to do and need. [citation] For instance, they usually need around three pounds of food per day and can carry around 90-120 pounds of stuff. (The total varies less by strength and more by how much of that strength you can convince soldiers to use carrying stuff the general cares about.)

Theoretically, this means soldiers can carry a month or two of food; however, hardtack makes a pretty terrible weapon. Most of their carrying capacity is taken up by inedible (and also important) gear; the standard rule of thumb seems to be that soldiers can carry about ten days' worth of food.

The same is presumably more or less true for dungeoneers. A wizard's robe, staff, and spellbook probably weigh less than a sword and a suit of armor, but that space is going to get taken up by the miscellaneous tools you need to survive in a dungeon that aren't necessary for armies walking through inhabited lands.

In short, in the absence of Senshi, dungeoneers can only spend about a week and a half in the dungeon. Obviously, you need to set aside time to return to the surface, so you can't go deeper than five days. Well, you can—starvation doesn't kill you instantly—but you really shouldn't.

Extra Cargo

What if we added some people who only carried food? That would help some. Including two porters per three dungeoneers would roughly double the group's operational endurance, from ten days to twenty.

But the number of porters grows rapidly as the desired trip into the dungeon grows longer; operational endurance to 30 days requires four porters per dungeoneer. Even if the dungeon is spacious for a party of dozens to be possible, having that party be 80% or more noncombatants is a recipe for disaster.

What about pack animals? Mules require about five times as much food as humans (assuming they can't graze in the dungeon), but they can carry close to 300 pounds of supplies. One mule per three dungeoneers extends operational endurance from 10 to 15 days, a second to 17.

That's not bad, but pack animals work better when they can graze. If the dungeon has grass or equivalent foliage, one mule per three dungeoneers increases operational endurance to about 26 days, a second to 35, and one mule per dungeoneer increases it to 39. But most dungeons don't have much to graze on.

For the spendthrift dungeoneer, pack animals have one advantage over porters: You can eat them.

Butchery

I can't find any actual data about how much meat you get from butchering a mule, but combining other data lets me estimate 300 pounds (with large error bars).

So you could theoretically buy a (relatively) cheap mule at the surface, bring it with you through the dungeon, butcher it when you'd eaten through the supplies on its back, and live off its meat for a while. In this case, you probably don't even need to feed it on the way down! I have been informed that you do, in fact, need to feed it.

Five dungeoneers could live off the supplies carried by an increasingly malnourished mule for about 19 9.5 days. The mule would probably lose weight during that time, but the butcher could probably get at least a hundred pounds of decent meat off the poor critter. That would give them at least a week of extra rations, plus whatever they carried on their own backs, for a total operational endurance of at least five three and a half weeks.

This strategy probably works best if the adventurers are planning to go establish a camp after a few days and linger there for a few weeks. That would let them slaughter the mule as soon as they reach their base camp and free them from somehow carrying a whole mule carcass worth of food around afterwards.

This kind of strategy could enable supply depots relatively close to the surface. If we increase the party from five dungeoneers and a mule to five merchants and twenty mules, they could supply adventurers going a bit deeper. They'd need to charge a pretty hefty surcharge—at the very least, they'd need to cover the cost of killing so many mules!

It's also possible to create supply depots without slaughtering pack animals, but they would need to be smaller, closer to the surface, or both.

It would, strictly speaking, be possible to make a deeper supply depot, supplied by a larger depot. It would probably be impractical, though.

Conclusion

Dungeoneers weighed down by their own equipment can only spend brief periods of time exploring a dungeon. If they include some porters or pack animals in the party, they can increase that to maybe a month (two weeks down, two weeks up).

A sufficiently profitable dungeon economy might enable a set of outposts where adventurers can rest and resupply between treks deeper into the dungeon. If enough pack animals were slaughtered, they might be able to bring supplies a week or two deeper than the surface market.

In the right circumstances, dungeoneers might be able to delve a full month below the sunlit world without eating anything except wheat bread and mule meat. But this requires a small army of merchants and herdsmen and porters and butchers and so on, feeding not just the dungeoneers themselves but all the people supporting them, and all the people supporting those people, reaching through countless miles of cavern and across acres of farmland.

And of course, all of that assumes that no step in this process gets disrupted by the dangers of a dungeon; no wargs killing your mule, no warg packs overrunning the outpost, no getting lost in the twisty little maze of passages all alike. The higher you build that house of cards, the farther you'll far if it fails.

Senshi had the right idea.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Can I request Nsfw Alphabet with Monica Geller?

Thanks in advance

I got multiple requests for a nsfw alphabet with Monica so naturally I'm just gonna combined them lol. this is gender neutral and not strictly with a fem reader btw because whenever I write for smth like the nsfw alphabet I prefer to have it where anyone can read/enjoy it. that being said, I hope it was worth the wait!

Monica Geller nsfw alphabet

Warnings: smut (duh), gender neutral reader

Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Almost as soon as you're completely done with having sex, she has you get up so she can change the sheets (kidding....for the most part). She'll wait to do that if you're both exhausted, but in general she has a pretty strict aftercare routine that she follows. Both of you get wiped down with a damp rag, and you both drink water/have a light snack to help regain your energy even if you plan on taking a nap directly after.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

I don't think she has just one favorite body part. You've gotta remember, she's an ex fat girl who still can't help but obsess over how she looks. I'd say she's awfully proud of her physique/body in general due to how slim she is now versus when she was still in high school (I'm not saying that mindset is a healthy one, it's just the one she has in my opinion).

On you? She loves your stomach and thighs, especially if you're chubby there. Part of her yearns to be confident enough to be okay with gaining some of the weight back, but for now she prefers to just dote and fawn over you instead. She loves it if you have belly rolls, and any stretch marks get extra love whenever she presses playful kisses to your body during foreplay.

Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum? On her sheets? No thank you. If there's one thing she hates, it's the idea of making a mess. Sometimes you may be able to get her to forget about it if the sex is passionate enough, but the clean freak in her still can't help but worry about the stain your mixed body fluids will leave. On the other hand, the idea of being so caught up in each other that you two completely wreck the bed turns her on to no end. It lets her live a little, and the joy of getting to use her new detergent to wash the sheets afterwards just makes it all the more better.

Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She kind of has a thing for people older than her (that one's not a massive secret, as she did date Richard at one point). Also, messy kitchen sex? I know it sounds kind of weird, but imagine you're having a playful fight where she's trying to make a cake and you put icing on her nose, so she playfully tosses flour at you, etc. It's not super dirty, but given her reputation for hating messes of any kind she'd rather die than let people know she thinks a food fight resulting in sex is pretty hot.

Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I'd say she has a fair amount of experience. I think it's canon that she didn't lose her virginity until after high school, but that doesn't mean she hasn't had her share of boyfriends (and girlfriends, as I'm a bisexual Monica truther), not to mentions hook-ups or one-night stands. I wouldn't say she's tried everything there is to try, but she's not inexperienced, that's for sure.

Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where she can see your face to gauge your reactions and has access to kiss you. It doesn't matter whether the sex you're having is quick and rough or slow and gentle, she likes to pepper your face and neck with kisses regardless.

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She's not very goofy herself, but I think she'll put up with a reasonable amount of it from her partner (you've gotta remember who she ended up marrying in the show, because I just know Chandler was cracking jokes on the occasion while they did the deed). If the type of sex you're having is more light hearted and playful then you may be able to get a funny quip or two out of her, but that's about it. She will, however, giggle like crazy if you do the same thing.

Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh yeah, she definitely keeps things tidy down there. I wouldn't say she'd go so far as to wax (not sure if anyone remembers the episode with the "painless" wax strips or not) but she at the very least keeps everything trimmed back. It's more of a personal preference than it is for her partner, so I'm not sure how willing she'd be to let it grow out. Assuming you guys have been together for a while, she may skip shaving in the shower, but she won't let it grow out too much. Her pubes are the same dark color as her hair is, if not slightly darker.

Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be pretty romantic when she wants to be, especially when she's set the mood beforehand. Anniversarys, birthdays, any sort of special occaison like that will have her finding the perfect lingerie set to wear for later that night when you finally get home and have the place to yourselves.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She can and will always make time to masturbate if she really needs to. One thing about her is you do not want to get on her bad side when she's sexually frustrated with no way to let it out. If she has to kick everybody out of her apartment long enough for her to get some relief, then she will, and no one bothers to protest because an angry Monica is a scary Monica.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I'm a firm believer that she has some sort of a praise kink from the way she was overlooked by her parents and treated in high school. She always has to be the best at everything she does, and to hear validation from you that she's making you feel good and doing well at whatever it is that she's doing boosts her confidence (and her sex drive).

Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is obviously the most ideal place to have sex, but I really don't think she'd be against having sex in a more revealing place. As we've seen from the show, she's not above slipping into an empty room in a public setting for a quickie if need be. The thrill of getting caught outweighs most of the risks, in her opinion.

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? When you clean or organize something and do a good job at it. There's nothing worse to her than a messy apartment, so if you ever do her the favor of managing to clean in the way she likes it's such a massive turn-on for her. Another one is praising, like I said earlier. If you ever compliment her on a dish that she's made really well or the way she's cleaned you're basically giving her an invitation for sex. You'll see her pupils dilate before she pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

No (something they won't do, turn offs)

Degradation, from you or her. It goes back to her insecurities about never being good enough, and it makes her question her worth to have someone call her names, even in a scene. This goes for her degrading you too, by the way. She just can't bring herself to be mean to you in that way during sex, even if you've given her the go ahead and established a safe word.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This is another one of those things that she stresses about and practices until she's the best at it. And by the best, I mean the absolute best. Regardless of whatever you have going on in your pants or down betwen your legs, she's going to be really good at pleasing you with her mouth and tongue. In terms of whether she prefers giving or receiving, she actually doesn't have much of a preference. It all depends on the situation for her, and who made the first move.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She could be either depending on the mood set. If it's a more romantic night or you're celebrating something, she's much slower, choosing to take her time. However, if you've sneaked away for a quickie obviously she's going to be faster and maybe a little rough. One thing that's certain is that she always makes sure to check that you're comfortable with the pace before continuing.

Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As a professional chef, she already has a lot of stuff on her plate, so it's safe to say quickies don't bother her and are actually one of her preferred methods of getting off. Long and slow sessions don't typically happen unless one or both of you planned for it ahead of time, so it's not uncommon for you to have a quickie whenever you get the chance.

Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She takes a reasonable amount of risks. She doesn't have any qualms about having sex in a semi-public location, and she's open to trying new things if you're up for it.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If it's a quickie or if she's had to wait a while for relief, she probably won't last very long, but she'll most likely be up for another round soon after. In fact, she has pretty good stamina in general, usually able to go for several rounds before stopping. You're more likely to tap out before her.

Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few different toys. A regular sized vibrator, a bullet vibrator for whenever she needs something small for out of town, and maybe a risque pair of handcuffs hidden away somewhere. Depending on your personal preference, she'll use them on either you or her, and if you ever want to try something specific then she'd be more than happy to (discreetly) order it for you.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a whole lot, but sometimes she'll wear a dress that's more revealing when you guys go out to eat dinner and the like. She doesn't like to tease you as much as you'd think because she doesn't like the feeling of having a ton of pent-up sexual energy with nothing to do with it.

Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, she can be loud. She'll restrain herself if you absolutely need to be quiet, but if not then she's not bothering to hold anything back. Pants, moans, groans- with her, you always know whether you're doing well or not, because her sounds will dictate it.

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Honestly? I could see her being into feederism, which is basically when you get off on feeding other people/being fed by another person. She most likely wouldn't have a preference on who does which, whether it's her feeding you or you feeding her. In fact, she might even want the two of you to feed each other at the same time. It's almost a way for her to pay homage to her old self while comfortably entertaining the idea of her healthily gaining a few extra pounds and keeping them.

X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

She definitely has stretch marks (yeah I said it). There's several all along her body, including her boobs, thighs, and stomach. Most of them are pretty faded due to how old they are and how long it's been since she's lost weight, but if you ever compliment them or gently trace your fingers along them when you're laying in bed together she'll melt and propose to you on the spot. She's joking, don't worry (for the most part, anyway).

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not extremely high, but I could see her wanting to have sex at least once or twice a week, maybe more if the two of you aren't busy for once. Again, she doesn't like having to wait for too long if she's in the mood. That's not to say she'd ever pressure you into having sex, because she wouldn't, it just means if you're unavailable for sex or just don't want to have it she has to get some time for herself to take care of the issue, otherwise she's going to explode.

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes her a little bit, especially if she has the nagging urge to immediately get up and change the sheets. Pillow talk is one of her favorite times to have deep, intimate conversations, so she'd love to do that with you if you're up for it, but she understands if you're too tired.

End notes: it's kind of embarrassing just how quickly I wrote this

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Nagi Seishiro - fluff hcs || sfw

• Nagi is a very passive guy when it comes to literally anything he’s not interested in, but if he engages in something that he is interested in, you will not be able to drag him away from it - video games, for the most part

• which, however, makes him the perfect boyfriend if you’re into games too, cause if you can’t beat em… join em!!

• gaming together with you is his idea of ideal quality time, so don’t underestimate how much those joined gaming sessions mean to him even if it feels like he’s not giving you much attention

• Nagi loves just having you close to him, even while gaming he just has to have some body part of his touching you; will throw his heavy ass legs over you and keep them there no matter how much you complain, if you don’t want that to happen you better sit or lay down in his lap first

• will often make deals/bets with you, mainly along the lines of "Whoever loses the next game has to get up to make us dinner/get some takeout"; though he usually only brings that up if he’s confident he’ll win (and if he loses after all, he’ll definitely start bargaining lol)

• if you don’t know how to cook or you can’t be bothered to eat healthily, then you and Nagi would both decay due to fast/instant food overload in your cave, if it wasn’t for Reo making or having good food delivered on your behalf (he’s complaining a lot about it but he keeps helping out, you’re both his baby chicks now)

• Nagi enjoys cuddling you a lot, it combines two of his favorite things: 1) being comfy and doing basically nothing and 2) having your smaller form snuggled up to him is like, having his personal plushy

• as for the position, Nagi enjoys spooning a lot; whether he’s the big or small spoon doesn’t matter to him, both is comfy af (though it’s kinda strange to call this moose of a man "small" in any way-)

• something that Nagi frequently does is taking one of his oversized hoodies and pulling it over both himself and you, that way you’re literally glued to this huge, lazy cuddle monster and can’t get up or move too much

• he won’t pick you up if he’s the one that has to get up though, he’ll just tell you you’re too heavy even if you’re like, a third of his weight (don’t take it personal, it’s just too much of a hassle to carry you)

• this man ALWAYS sleeps in, unless he has soccer practice (though I feel like he might still miss it occasionally if it’s too early in the morning lmao)

• will get very grumpy if you, aka his personal plushy, wrestle yourself out of his iron grip because you have to get up early for work

• half asleep, he might just pull you back down and bury you under his weight to keep you in place, mumbling for you to stop moving - good luck escaping that

• the only way to escape is giving him lots of kisses all over and promising him more cuddles and kisses for when you’re back; he will actually hold you to that so you better not forget

• though it’s not like he would let you forget, cause once you’re back home, this overgrown baby will hug you and lean himself against you, causing you to fall onto the couch with him on top

• there’s absolutely no way out of that one now, but who are you to complain?

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p.s.: authentic baby chick Nagi

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Gone with the Wind (Part 1)

Odysseus remains awake for 9 days guarding the sack given to them by Aeolus in order to reach his home faster. However soon he finds out that sleepless nights take a toll on him and the consequences are severe...

Bruised eyelids weighted a ton each. He had trouble even keeping them open yet alone holding his head upright, which kept on dropping and if it weren’t for the seer shock of gravity, he would have dropped it possibly all the way to the floor so far. The wind was favorable. Perhaps way too favorable thus making the ship way too steady and whatever small rocking was happening from the natural waves of the Mediterranean were as lulling as the cradle of one’s mother or nursemaid when one is a baby. The sound of the sea was worse than any lullaby a human could invent. The sweet heat of the sun was bringing the mind to sweet oblivion, making it impossible to resist just leaning down and enjoy the sun’s kiss on one’s cheek and slowly fall asleep. The first couple of days had passed like a breeze due to his tension and his burning need to see his home as soon as possible; adrenaline giving his mind an unknown alert he had probably faced only in battlefield. However now, three days after that, Odysseus was feeling the consequences of a week’s sleepless journey. His eyes were blurry and his mind was constantly swaying. If it weren’t for the help of Aeolus’s promise, he knew he wouldn’t be able to steer the ship. One arm was constantly clenching upon the steer while the other was either holding or constantly feeling the puffed sack, filled with all the winds blowing over the sea, making sure it was still there…that it was still closed. He had to blink repeatedly to make sure his eyes wouldn’t close.

“Just a bit longer…” he was thinking trying to encourage himself, “Endure it just a bit longer…we’re almost there…we’re almost home…”

He drowned yet another yawn behind his hand. Yeah, it would be yet another tough day, he fathomed. Quite frankly, the nights were the worst. During the day he could talk to his comrades, distract himself a little or listen to something but at nights just the rhythmic sound of the occasional oars and the howl of winds was enough to drive him crazy, especially if combined to the snoring of so many men on his ship that didn’t have the night shift. He would try to distract himself by gazing at the torches at the bows of the ships or try to make eye contact with the pilots at the other ships that were coming behind and sometimes around his own but the darkness was thick and the moon was not always shiny. He wouldn’t dare to look at the stars apart from telling his course because quite frankly their blurry images made him feel like he was staring through a mystical kaleidoscope. Yes, Odysseus hated the nighttime the most, although now it seemed no real difference. He yawned again and immediately shook his head violently to shake himself awake.

“Focus!” he scolded himself, “Don’t lose grip now, we are almost there!”

“Odysseus…”

Polites had arrived close to him. When had he arrived? He thought. He hardly heard him coming! He noticed a ceramic bowl in his hands containing some salted meat and bread. There was some hard cheese too. Aeolus had graced them with good provisions before they started this trp.

“It is lunchtime” Polites noted as a matter of fact, “I brought you your share”

“I don’t want it!” Odysseus mumbled dryly

“But…” Polites mumbled, “You hardly ate anything the past week…”

Yes, Odysseus knew. His stomach was tied in a knot from hunger. He would only eat dry bread and possibly some cheese the past days. He knew how heavy stomach brought sleepiness and drowsiness. And he needed to stay bright awake, if he wanted to continue. Naturally he didn’t even touch the good wine that was also given to them for the trip either for the same reason. He looked at the bowl again. The sight of food now almost brought him nausea.

“Take it away from me!” he ordered harshly

Polites’s large figure made half a step back at his sudden yell (even a few men turned to look at him in wonder). He seemed baffled but he pushed the bowl aside anyways.

“Please, you need to rest” he insisted

Odysseus felt his brain boil in anger. Damn him, he was persistent. He played the same card the day before, and the day before that! It had started getting annoying.

“Please” Polites said again, “Let the pilot take over after lunch and take some break”

“I’m fine!” Odysseus growled

He wasn’t in the mood for small talk. Especially such useless one.

“But you haven’t slept-…”

“I SAID I’M FINE POLITES!” came the yelling response interrupting him

Now it was certain that even men from the surrounding ships turned to look at their king and leader who had snapped so fast at his best friend. Odysseus gasped in realization and rubbed his pained eyes with his hand.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled half-heartedly, “But no need to worry. Go to eat Polites. Just give me the water…”

Polites looked at the sack he had brought with him under his arm. He sighed but obeyed anyways. Odysseus opened the cork with his teeth and sucked a few sips greedily but he poured plenty of it over his head. As the cool water contrasted his warm from sun skin, he felt waking up a bit. He returned the skin to Polites.

“Thank you…”he mumbled again, “You can bring me some bread later. Go and finish your own meal. I shall be fine.”

“But I-…”          

The glare he received though made him stop and just sigh. He took the bowl away according to the instructions and he went to the other eating men that did not have a rowing duty at that time. Odysseus, even in his blurred vision he could tell they would often look at him wondering what was wrong. He grunted in annoyance and he felt the precious sack one more time. He gasped soundly as he didn’t feel the cork! Frantically he searched again and sighed in relief, realizing that the sack had just rolled a bit to the corner. The cork was still there; it was closed as it should be. He took a few breaths hoping his already racing heart would stop beating, no, hammering his ribcage so violently.

“Endure…just a bit longer…don’t derail now…endure…”

He moved his cracking neck in a circle hoping some blood circulation would return to his sluggish brain.

“You are almost there…you can do it…do not falter on me now…endure my heart! Endure, my mind! Just a bit longer…you’re almost there…”

*

The hated night came and Odysseus had to find so many things to distract himself; the stars? He counted them so many times. The waves? He could hardly see them in the dark and in his doubling vision. The creaking of the sail? Impossible. And yet for some reason he endured…and the day after it…and the night after it… The day that followed his eyes had pretty much sunken in their sockets as the black bags under them made him almost seem like a shadow. He had managed to endure so far and yet the game was getting lost. He had to constantly check now…check if his eyes worked properly for he could often see double. His ears were buzzing and he had to constantly wet his face with salt water from a flask he requested by his side for he would be completely rolling on the deck. The voices of his men were distant to his ears. The day before he had yet another attempt from his men to approach him. He had pretty much sent them away. The talk that used to relieve his sleepiness now seemed as annoying as a horsefly constantly biting his leg at the beach. His heart would often beat irrationally; sending him signals he was getting close to his limits. He didn’t need to have his infamous intelligence (which now faltered him further and further) to realize they were talking about him at this point.

“They are right, you know…”

The sweet voice made him look at the side. Sure she was there. Penelope, with her beautiful crimson veil covering her long hair like the last day he remembered her. Her snow white skin glowing in the sunlight, her eyes resembling the waves of the sea reflected the sunrays… His heart leaped in his chest. She was sitting there on the edge of his ship like a neriad, looking over to the waves. That face turned to look at him as youthful as ever and smiled almost maternally.

“You always do that; putting yourself in impossible situations like that. You do not care of yourself well, love…”

“Penelope…” his voice escaped his chest before he could stop it

It was a whisper; a prayer. But he shook his head and lowered his face back to the deck.

“No…” he mumbled, “Not real… This is not real…”

He had experienced it before; somewhere between his blurry and double vision he could see some shadows and shapes dancing across the deck. Sometimes they resembled humans and sometimes they didn’t. Even now he could swear he could hear a distant giggle somewhere he couldn’t put his finger on.

“You figured it out”

The voice had changed. It was now deeper but also more unworldly. He looked up and he saw his guardian mentor sitting in the same spot. Those eyes that resembled the moon shining unworldly; armor shining like gold and yet wouldn’t make his eyes shrink away; colors and patterns upon the magnificent plate on her chest and the aegis she wore. The magnificent double-plumed helmet adorned her head; a snake-shaped golden armband adorned her upper arm. He scoffed in defeat.

“Athena…” he whispered, “Stop playing games with me! Don’t test me like that…”

“You were always too clever for your own good, Odysseus…” the Tritogeneia Pallas replied, her pore-less skin resembling sometimes ivory, sometimes taking a light color as if tanned by the sun, “And a bit foolish too. That was part of your charm…”

“What would you know of my soul?” Odysseus said in a snarky manner, “You weren’t there when that monster was eating us!”

“Now, now, Odysseus” her owl-like eyes shone warningly, “It doesn’t suit you to be blasphemous to me! Remember what I told you when you saw Aias the son of Telamon in his tent; I can do this and much more, Odysseus…”

Odysseus blinked repeatedly fighting off his head falling again. Her voice had a weird lulling effect on him.

“Then why…?” he whispered almost tearing up, “Why weren’t you there?”

“The gods do not require explanation for their decisions, Odysseus. You should know that more than anyone”

“Why are you playing with me, Athena? Aren’t we tormented enough?”

Athena’s face suddenly lit up with a wide grin; it was a grin that could easily belong to an owl before she rushed at the mouse she got her eyes on. It was a toothy ear-to-ear grin.

“You know it more than I do…this is hardly over Odysseus…”

Her voice had grown suddenly distant from him, like fading mist over the mountains in the morning. Echoing repeatedly, as if in a cave; it was slowly fading. Instead her voice had transformed…again…into something much more worldly.

“Odysseus…”

Much more familiar…

“Odysseus”

He nearly jumped out of his skin coming back to reality. He recognized the black hair of his second-in-command, Eurylochus, who had come at him. Apparently it was him who was calling him.

“What?” he asked weakly

“Who are you talking to?”

“What?” he asked again like a drunk man

He looked over to the rim where Athena used to sit and there was nothing there; just the endless blue of the sky. His mind got a second of clarity as he realized if Eurylochus had heard him talking to Athena then Athena was never there. Usually she would conceal them both from the world so no one would be aware of their conversations.

“It was not real then…?” he thought bitterly, “It was an illusion? Athena really abandoned us…? Was this because of what happened to Troy…? Is Athena still crossed with me…?”

He sighed in misery.

“Oh gods…I might be losing my mind! No, it is because of the trip…”

“You don’t seem okay…” Eurylochus said as a matter of fact

His blood-shot eyes glared deeply into his brother-in-law’s and that glare might as well intend to kill if it could.

“I am fine! I have said that a thousand times during this damned journey!”

“So you say but look at you! You now seem to talk by yourself in things that are not there. You need to rest”

“What I need is you go back to your duties and leave me in peace, Eurylochus!”

“Captain! This can’t go on, you will crumble like this! Just…lie to the side and get some sleep, we’re close…”

His hand went to make a move to slowly remove Odysseus from his sitting spot but as it happened he also touched the crimson sack Odysseus was clasping under his arm. He might as well have poked a lion awake.

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” Odysseus bellowed, violently pushing Eurylochus away

The stunned man fell down on the deck; completely unprepared for such a reaction.

“Okay, sire…okay…” he mumbled once he found his breath

He had held his hand out as if he was trying to calm a wild dog, struggling back to his squatting position.

“I only wanted to help…”

Odysseus rubbed his eyes again, as if trying to find his composure or at least reduce his murderous anger. But even the fact that Eurylochus talked to him like a simpleton or a madman irritated him to the ends of it.

“Then leave me the hell alone and go about your damn business!” he snarled at him, “I won’t say this again, Eurylochus! Do not test my patience!”

Eurylochus raised his hands in defeat.

“Okay, captain…okay…”

Odysseus leaned back against the deck as if trying to recover from the shock. It was close… Eurylochus had nearly ruined everything…! He nearly had opened the bag! No, he couldn’t let that happen! He had to make sure none of his men would accidentally damage it! He WOULD assure that! They were getting close! He would have sworn he recognized those waters. They would make it there. And THEN he would be able to finally rest…and think what he could do to counter Poseidon’s anger. He WOULD make it!

“Athena… She is not here…I cannot feel her presence…then I am alone…I must do this alone…I have no choice…”

He felt once more the consequences of sleepless nights. Once again he shook his head. He would refuse the blanket or the shawl tonight. Perhaps the night’s chill would assist his effort to remain awake.

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I write this after @adrift-in-thyme encouraged me to in this analysis to write the scene with the sack of Aeolus in a fic. Quite frankly indeed I intended to make it a one-shot but as usual it turned out bigger! Hehehe! So this will probably be a 2-part thing. The next part is under construction.

So if you remember this other analysis of mine I am analyzing on the consequences of sleepless nights being partly the reason his men were distrustful. So yes no mystery here I am afraid. Just a small thing that came to my mind! Hahaha and I was also kinda sleepless while writing it so the annoyance was real hahahaha!

So yes since poor Odysseus didn't have access to coffee or energy drinks I had to figure out what we do to remain awake so some is to blink or shake the head or distract oneself and then using water or avoiding eating too much so that stomach will not use up blood from the brain for digestion. Hehe so yeah I tried to figure out what the guy had to do to remain awake on a freaking ROCKING ship!

So another is the difference between hallucination and delusion.

Halucination is seeing or hearing things that do not exist

Delusion is believing the things that do not exist are real

So the first things Odysseus gets are hallucinations both visual and oral but then comes Athena. Athena is a delusion. For a little while Odysseus TRULY BELIEVES she is there. I chose Athena because technically Odysseus is familiar with Athena appearing to him so the idea of her suddenly appearing wouldn't be a surprise thus believing she is truly there. But she isn't.

Athena's appearance was inspired a lot on her attributes (owl-eyes or blue/gray/shiny eyes) and partially on her description in Iliad and some sculptures of greece like Pallas Athena (double-plumed helmet is described in the Iliad) and her armband/bracelet was a random adittion. Maybe a touch of femininity? But also because in Titanomachy Athena was also associated with snakes and there are sculptures that show her fighting Titans with snakes. Her skin being poreless and marble-like is basically a thing of mine when I describe gods and goddesses for some reason! Hehehe (I use the same trope on Calypso in my story Survivor's Guilt and Survivor's Duty P2 ). The fact that I made Athena have almost iridescent skin was a random adittion to show that she is a higher being than Calypso! Hahaha ignore my random imagination! XD

And some "Philoctetes" reference here. You know me I try to incorporate parts of the Epic Cycle but I try to keep it "Homer-centered" hehe

And again I have to remind people that I imagine Eurylochus be around average sized man close to Odysseus and Polites much bigger and stronger based on some older representations of the character! Hehe!

Cheesy title obviously chosen by the famous film! Hahahaha! Sorry guys! XD

What do you guys think? Do you like it? What would you do differently? Let me know to your comments and reblogs below! ^_^

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Also a shoutout to keep eyes open for my friend @artsofmetamoor and her amazing art! Especially recently we have some mythology-themed stuff plus some more AUs on our art exchange and collaboration!! You can visit her latest works with our OCs created like Apollo and Artemis and you can expect some Odysseus and Athena inspirations for our OCs and many many more!!! Please stay tunned!

[i-have-a-goal]

I had said a few days ago I would be posting my tips on how I lose weight the fastest & how i got it done being in sports that enabled this ♡ so here I go:

Btw- just need to say this quickly- I don't condone this and get help if you are able to ♡ much luv

Okay with that here it is teehee:

☆ Okay so When I was in wrestling, we had to make sure we made weight- no if . If you were 6 lbs over then you had to find a way to lose 6lbs by Saturday. When I was put in this situation, some of the girls would 🤮 of course, but I wasn't a fan of the taste so I def took alternative routes such as

1. Calorie Deficit= DUH. Obv. Duh. For safety reasons I'm going to say 1,400 max (which isn't much In real life lol) but I would eat around 800-1,200 max for this. I wouldn't really say I watch what I eat, but I'm also not just downing pure doritos and mountain due. I'll have chips but I'll also eat fruits.

2. Working out/ cardio= I know.. it's a bummer isn't it? But I'm being 1000% honest with you, calorie deficit combined with hot cardio is the key to losing weight quickly. This is what we all did to make sure we were at the correct weight within 7 days. And it's not walk around the block or sit on the floor and do donkey kicks either... it doesn't have to be extremely intense, but you do want to make sure you're sweating the whole time. ☆ bonus points for putting on 2-3 jackets and pajama pants or hot sweats when u workout!! It does a lot of the job for you. For me, my go to would be using the treadmill (I don't even run girl I have it on level 3 and do this for 30 mins while listening to music and day dreaming about my cute skinny future self- and I still sweat like crazy) I also do the same thing on a indoor bike. Like I said, it doesn't have to be sprints or anything crazy , just something that keeps you moving enough to be hot = sweat. Think of jumping Jacks, planks, butterfly kicks, ladder climbs, etc. Also if you have a jacket with a Hoodie, def tie the hoodie secured so u can sweat more! It works I promise.

3. if you have the time, try to workout whatever you just ate sooner than later. For example, ate an apple? That's 95 cals, nothing a 25 minute walk can't burn off 👍🏻

4. DRINK YOUR WATER. I know everyone says it BUT there's a reason they do okay. Water keeps your lips hydrated and soft. Water will keep your body hydrated, water will help keep you full (to an extent if im going to be honest) if you feel hungry after drinking water, try sucking or chewing on ice- water's cousin ♡ they go hand in hand. Also- I add chia seeds to my water for the fiber and mint leaves with lemon and Cucumber in another ( I have different cups) the mint drink helps with bad breath (from not eating) AND speeds your metabolism = lose weight faster. I also drink green tea for the same benefits + 0 calories so yay ♡

5. FOOD EXAMPLES. Chances are, If you're too focused on how hungry you are and how much it sucks that you can't have fatty foods- you'll break. You won't succeed. So let's make it as beautiful as we can. By that I mean the dishes you make. Some popular dishes we would do within the sport was 6-8 leafs of big crunchy Romaine lettuce with lemon and salt over them. That's around 10-15 calories. Another one was thin slices of tomatoes with salt. Get creative and add seasoning if needed ✨️ if you like spicy food then you're in luck cause adding spice to anything fills u up quicker:-) a good spicy choice I do is steamed garbanzo beans with tapatio. Another good (non spicy) option is steamed artichoke with light Mayo! Get fancy here guys yall can steam so many vegetables and have so many nice looking meals 😊

6. STAY CONSISTENT = I know it's easier said than done, but when you're about to grab that pizza, understand that you're conscious enough to make the decision to not eat it. If your body is fighting with your brain, then you have to trick one of them. Yes, be delulu. Tell yourself it isn't good. Tell yourself the pizza is just another thick slab of grease with artificial cheese over it. Think of how you'll feel once you eat it. Think of the grease lard and calories you're shoving down your throat. Convince yourself it's disgusting. Eventually, you will find it disgusting. And this can work the opposite way as well ✨️ glorify thin slices of fruit. The satisfying way it feels to eat low calorie naturally sweetened fruits from earth. Same with veggies and water and anything 0 calories.

If I have any other advice ( which I'm sure I do I can't just think at the moment!! Smh) then I'll be posting them on this account so follow me for more content but if there's 1 thing to take from all this, it's this:

Self-discipline & self-control

So many of us don't get to our goal weights because of these 2 right here. Find the self control to not eat the food your family brought home. Find the self discipline to carry on your good habits of eating minimal & healthy and gradually make your way to the end goal ✨️

I believe in you all! We got this, one day at a time 💕

[zhivaoverdrive]

Used to be huge, pt8

So I let loose, just a little. Then a bit more. To imagine how giant I'd have to pump my tits to fix it... I can barely describe what it does to me. I started pushing myself, just a little bit more... - Hitomi ---

"It says it right here! It's on her chart!" said Ayu indignantly. The temptation to flip the folder open and wave it in the Boss' face was there, but losing her dream job wasn't really an option, in fact the punishment was probably along a slightly different path.

Ayu found her centre, never an easy task after being let loose on the pumps. "I'm sorry Boss, I followed it to the letter..." she said, carefully this time.

"And what precisely do my notes say, nurse?" the Boss said, taciturn as always.

A trap, obviously, but Ayu began to read.

"Hitomi, 24: Patient dissatisfied with volume of existing implants (note: not my work) after minor weight gain Unknown existing implants replaced with IEC Expander MK III. At Patient's request, performed initial fill to 5,000cc per side to balance breast size with her figure, apropos projection of breasts vs stomach. Will revisit volume/balance questions at follow up" she said.

Fixing her gaze now on Hitomi, the Boss warmed, be it only a drop in the Arctic Ocean. "Hitomi, firstly it is good to see you once again, and I'm glad to see you've found comfort with your new expanders" she said.

"Oh I love them Doc! I feel so free. It's just I gained a tiny bit more weight..." replied Hitomi.

She shifted the new weights on her chest slightly as she looked down, just barely seeing the still visible hemisphere of her bloated gut. Naturally, she'd given her belly the good stuff right before the appointment. She was currently HUGE. Like fucking huge.

It was the big day, had to fill the tank she thought, tracing the path of a fresh stretch mark, as it struggled its way over the horizon of her globular midsection and out of sight. Truth be told, she'd barely made the appointment, waddling in at the last moment. Barely on time, and barely on her feet.

"Which of course is not a problem, we did discuss this possibility. Typically I'd prefer to keep a first fill very limited, both for physical and psychological reasons But if you're happy, then I'm happy" said the Boss, inspecting Hitomi's newly inflated breasts and carefully testing their firmness.

"However we'd best keep you, at least overnight. Purely a precautionary measure, help you get used to your new dimensions" she continued.

Hitomi snuck a glance at Ayu, a part of her felt bad, she'd come in looking ridiculous and then asked for an even more ridiculous solution. She didn't want to get the poor nurse in trouble. But.

"Oh that would be great! My flights long off anyway and it's just..." Hitomi said.

"Please, anything Hitomi. We're here to help" said the Boss, still thawing.

Holding out her hand, Ayu quickly caught the signal and helped Hitomi to her feet. None of those assembled really knew how much new liquid was inside Hitomi at this exact moment, be it medical grade saline pumped into her now gigantic breasts, or the litres of cola bubbling away in her bloated belly. Though the strain on her face made it seem like a lot.

Hitomi steadied herself and stood up, though not quite straight. It was a herculean effort, but through the combination many tiny movements, a thrust of the hips, pulling back her shoulders... She pushed out her belly. It didn't have a square millimetre of space to spare, it weighed a ton, but it moved. She hoped desperately that the Doc couldn't see the process, though she was quite sure Ayu could. Her belly imperceptibly swelled out, protruding quite a way before coming to a halt. She'd been mistaken for pregnant earlier this week, but that was then and this is now. Now there was no ambiguity, her belly stuck out far beyond a standard pregnancy.

"Doc it's just.. well the food is really great here and.. I really would just prefer it if my tits were kind of..." Hitomi said, part working her master plan, part intimidated.

The Doc gazed in silence for a moment, her face a perfect mask of composure. "Yes, I see. The projection is still not what we'd discussed. Please, sit down" she said.

That had come not a moment too soon, but Hitomi hid it well.

"While we're here to accommodate you, but there are physical limitations" the Doc said.

Hitomi felt the urge to cry well-up again. This has been a confusing journey of self discovery, but it couldn't end like this.

"BUT. They can be overcome. Not today, perhaps not tomorrow. But if you're willing to stay here at the IEC with some .. flexibility, it's nothing we haven't done a hundred times before." said the Doc. "If you can move your flight, then move it. I'll just be a moment with Nurse Ayu here". —

Ice cold winds blew across the glaciers. She wasn't happy, most importantly for letting a patient witness that.

"5k for MINOR weight gain, Ayu" hissed the Boss, furious but quiet. "Did you ask what the hell happened to her since?"

"She.. said it was just a bit of a belly, but she's happy if we could..." replied a fearful Ayu.

"More than a bit, hm? We'll get back to that. So you pumped, what 10, 15 litres in the girl? Are you not aware of basic geometry? A sphere expands in all directions Ayu, do you have any idea how much volume will be required to push her out another foot? Of course you don't. You were going to just find out" the Boss said.

"Well. Not your finest work. This was a first fillof a new patient, not one of our whales out back. Check her in, find out how she's getting this fat, and more importantly, don't touch a pump without me in that room! Understand? Now smile and go do it" the Boss said.

As the Boss seethed her way out of the room, Ayu couldn't help but smile. Could be worse. Got away with it. And I get to keep her.

As she skipped back to the stationary Hitomi, Ayu didn't have to force the smile, if anything she toned it down. "Dear, you'll be the death of me. I'll find you a room and-"

"Flights been pushed and my luggage is on the way here" beamed Hitomi.

The two women locked eyes, each seeing the other's mischief.

"I pumped you. A lot. You begged and begged and you loved it, so did I. You're lucky I was rostered aren't you?" smiled Ayu, taking the first step of the dance.

"I'm ever so grateful, I hope you didn't get in too much trouble..." said Hitomi sweetly.

"Stop pushing that thing out, I'm not blind, we overshot it. For a first fill, you know, only I would be so-"

"Oh shoosh, come closer, I owe you and I'll tell you," said Hitomi.

"Why? I thought if gaining a little weight was inevitable, it might as well be now. Then the Doc would even me out. So I let loose, just a little. Then a bit more. To imagine how giant I'd have to pump my tits to fix it... I can barely describe what it does to me. I started pushing myself, just a little bit more..." said Hitomi, her hands absentmindedly massaging her gargantuan stomach.

Ayu knelt down and placed a hand on it too, marvelling at this new fetish she'd just unlocked.

"Pushed pretty hard girl. But put a whole lake of saline in you" giggled Ayu.

"It's addictive. It's all addictive. Orgasmic. Pushing myself as big as I can, which means they'll have to get pumped bigger, then I'll push harder..." purred Hitomi.

Ayu began to wheel Hitomi down the hall towards the long stay rooms. "How? Our foods OK but.." she whispered.

"Anything, everything. I had a gallon of soda in the cafe outside, then there's a little secret in my handbag" Hitomi replied.

Closing the door to her new room behind them, Ayu gently hoisted Hitomi's freshly inflated tit from its resting space on her gut. Hearing the soft moan, Ayu smiled wider and more wickedly than ever before.

"So, are we doing this? Push on?" said Ayu.

Hitomi gave a sultry nod, pure lust, no real consideration of what this meant for her future.

"I’ll keep you full, you won't need a trick pose. So a gallon huh... We can work on that".

[bustybounty]

So I found a weird potion and a strange powder in the attic of my gipsy grandma's house with some weird instructions: "take a drop of the pink potion, and your size will be reduced till you weigh 100 grams (any more drops wil reduce the weight by another tenfold) . Then take a pinch of powder and bake it into any dish you like. Eat that entire dish and you become your regular size again." I showed this to my wife and she wanted to try it immediately. I gave her a single drop and her size reduced to a cm or 15 tall. We checked her weight and she really was a 100 grams! I baked her a single cupcake with the powder in it to return her to her former size. She ate it like a woman posessed. I could hear from her small voice that it was the best thing she had ever eaten. After what seemed like less than a minute the cupcake was gone and she started growing back again. When she started growing though, it seemed like she was gaining weight at a rapid rate. That's when I realized the mistake i made; when she was smaller, she basically ate a cupcake that was the weight as she was, meaning she became twice as heavy when she grew! I apologized profusely, but she was ecstatic. The feeling of her body growing was orgasmic bliss to her (and to be fair, she wears it well). She wanted to do it again immediately, but I had my doubts. So she explained to me that she always had a bit of a fat fetish, but her metabolism left her petite and very thin and now she had a way to make her dreams come true and then some. So after a lovely night in the bedroom she convinced met to help her gain even more weight with the potion and the powder. Now my question is: should I take it slow and just make the same sized cupcake, doubling her weight each time, or should I size it all up? Let her have more drops so the cupcakes are bigger in comparison? Bake bigger cakes or even a tub full of just batter? Or should I just give her the bottle entirely and drop her reducing body in the nation's ice cream reserve while just a pinch of powder gets mixed into it? What is a husband to do to please his wife?

Hey, honestly that ask on its own is basically its own post and it's like you've done my job for me! Well not job, this is supposed to just be a hobby to make people happy, but you get what I mean!

Hard to EXPAND on that much unfortunately as you've made such a good description yourself...maybe you should take up writing on a blog as well! Who knows, you definitely have talent~ <3

Anyway...

The best course of action is doing whatever makes your wife happier. Now, she's obviously fat, and fattening up at a rate where she's very unlikely to lose all her weight, unless you find another special potion for weight loss specifically, in your grandma's attic or somewhere else. She is definitely VERY into this, and so should you, there's so much more of her to love~! If you DID have access to the national ice cream reserve...what's there to stop you, or even her to do such a thing? She might start taking the initiative herself even when you're not looking or away from home, ending up fatter and fatter each time you arrive, so you might as well go all in with every option you just said, combined.

Drop the whole liquid on her, put powder on the largest food container you can find, have her tiny, almost inaudible moans and squeals show the pleasure she's having eating so much for her tiny body (even if frankly she's eating so much that even if she was at her normal self she'd be more than bloated!) that'll soon become a gigantic blob that's definitely visible from space, the most grandious, beautiful, ginormous, titanic wife ever...

A hungry blob that'll demand more, but since the vials are empty, you better find some kind of solution to her new eating problem~ <3

[iskratempestmadness]

Hey! Idk if you're requests are open or not so feel free to bypass this request if it's the latter. Could I get a jack hanma x female reader who's insecure about how skinny she is (not unhealthy)? Mainly her Arms and she wants to start bulking up a little bit but she's too scared to do it on her own. How would be find out? Would he help her?

Thanks another xoxo! <3

Oh, my orders are still open (they are, in principle, always open) so do not hesitate, I am always at your service. Sorry for the wait.

Oh, that was wonderful. This is your first thought after you've just woken up. In the last few months, you have been suffering from sleep deprivation only on rare days do you manage to get a good night's sleep. What is the reason for this? Probably with a change of lifestyle. You moved in just a few months ago, and you're still getting used to your new home and job.

You got out of bed and your gaze was drawn to the poster hanging literally in front of your bed. It depicted a rocker from some popular band about 20 years ago. It hung there not only fulfilling an aesthetic function, but also covering a stain of unknown origin that you inherited from previous tenants. Despite this, your apartment is pretty good, has a place to turn around and is well furnished. A fairly large bed, a medium-sized TV in the corner of the room, two large closets, one for things, the other for books, a workplace and an armchair. Pretty good, especially considering the price.

After lying down for about five more minutes, you lazily got out of bed, put your feet in fluffy warm slippers and went to the bathroom. It was Sunday, there was no hurry, but a couple of things had already been planned.

When you entered the bathroom, standing in front of the sink, you saw a painfully familiar face. Yes, your thinness is not visible on your face, but it was only worth looking down a little... A thin neck, well-defined collarbones, a part of the chest peeking out from under the pajamas... You didn't like that about yourself.But what I thought was even uglier were your hands. Very little fat mass, weak muscles... They look like two thin straws that are so easy to break... Another thing is what was going on under your T-shirt. A normal waist and thinness combined to make your chest look quite impressive, despite the fact that it was small compared to others. The hips were particularly pronounced, the skin was almost clinging to the bone. The legs are as thin as the arms. And all over the body, if you looked closely, you could see the clear outlines of veins.

And yet you weren't sick. On the contrary, if you do not take into account the appearance, then you were absolutely healthy.

Throwing on a hoodie and jeans, you headed for the exit. There was no doubt that you were definitely hiding your appearance. But what brought you to this state?

It seems that it is not necessary to colorfully describe your past, you can do it briefly. Because of the school billing, you started losing weight in order to achieve the "norm" despite the fact that you were never fat. Your parents tried to support you, but they ended up just shoving food into you, which also didn't help solve the problem. The result was the same. You're standing in front of a mirror and you don't like every part of yourself. You just dream of gaining weight, but your attempts do not end in success.

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Now, the day had already passed, the planned plans had been fulfilled, and all that remained was to return home. But as the day was free, and you needed to unwind, you decided to take a little walk.

Park. It's pretty peaceful and calm. It's just the thing to relax. Sitting on a bench, she began to read a book she had picked up from the table in the morning, but involuntarily drew attention to a towel and a bag lying next to it. But you didn't pay attention to it, so you didn't leave.

But you had to take your mind off the book when a guy came up to your bench. He was... peculiar. Very peculiar.

The first thing that caught my eye was, of course, the height. HE WAS HUGE. Much higher than others. The second was his physique. Broad shoulders, huge muscles, an impressive chest visible from under a T-shirt, incredibly large, toned legs in light shorts. But what was perhaps the most unusual thing was that when he spoke to you, something flashed in his mouth, you did not immediately realize that it was platinum teeth.

You met him, it turned out his name was Jack, he wasn't particularly friendly, but he was a great conversationalist. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was even sweet and surprisingly well-read and erudite. And you had no idea what he was doing, but it didn't bother you.

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In a couple of months he became a friend for you and perhaps one of the most important figures in your life. Since your relationship was built on trust, you could not tell him about your complex, you could not show him your thin thin pens, could not tell him about your past. Your friend listened carefully to your story and when you finished it shared your story.

After the narrative he offered you to start slowly gaining weight , said he knew one good doctor who would help you.

You said you had already tried a lot and you tried a lot, it didn't improve your condition. Besides, your worst is not dangerous for life

However, Jack was not satisfied with this answer and continued to insist on his, bringing the argument that you will be treated by one of the best doctors in Japan.

Under his pressure, you gave up pretty quickly and the next day you were in the clinic in which this best doctor worked. It was a gorgeous clinic, polite service staff and excellent doctors. When you entered the office you saw a young man with long red hair.The doctor was nice to you, and very polite to you. This doctor was no one else other than the Synogies of the Curich. He examined you, learned a couple of nuances, prescribed diet and demanded full compliance.

Jack gave you all the help: helped to keep the diet safe, began to train you, of course, he didn't give you much trouble.

But it's much more difficult you've had to do with psychological terms. Because of the dislike of yourself and because of the habit of life with features, you were quite difficult to get rid of complexes, but your kind friend helped you get rid of it, bringing you to the idea of what you need to turn to the psychologist and gave you all the way to support you and helped you to love yourself.

It was strange that Jack didn't require you to be in the Ham. Why? It's a good question. And there is no answer to him, but there is a sea of questions. What if he had met you at the first meeting, he learned in the girl reading book himself? What if he had compared his desire to become stronger and your desire to become a normal physique, and came to the conclusion that they were equal? What if he put on you a projection of his past? What if he helped you to help you and himself?

Wow, this is the first time I write this job, I hope you like it!

[peeetlovers]

What Do Dogs Usually Do Before They Die? What Are the Signs?

As pet owners, it's crucial to understand the signs and behaviors that indicate a dog might be nearing the end of its life. This knowledge helps us provide the best possible care and make informed decisions during these difficult times. Below, we explore the common signs that a dog is dying, focusing on physical, behavioral, and emotional changes.

1. Changes in Appetite and Thirst

A noticeable decline in a dog’s appetite and water intake is one of the most common signs that they are nearing the end of their life. Dogs may refuse food and water altogether or eat and drink in significantly reduced amounts. This change is often due to a lack of energy and a decline in the body’s ability to process food and fluids.

2. Decreased Mobility and Weakness

As dogs age or become seriously ill, they often experience a marked decrease in mobility. They might have difficulty standing up, walking, or climbing stairs. Muscle weakness and a lack of coordination can make even the simplest tasks challenging. This reduction in mobility is usually due to pain, discomfort, or severe fatigue.

3. Incontinence

Incontinence is a common sign of a dog nearing the end of life. Dogs may lose control of their bladder and bowels due to weakness or a lack of awareness. This can be distressing for both the pet and the owner but is often an unavoidable part of the process.

4. Breathing Difficulties

Changes in breathing patterns are also common in dying dogs. You might notice labored breathing, shallow breaths, or irregularities such as rapid or very slow breathing. These changes are often due to organ failure, which can affect the respiratory system.

5. Behavioral Changes

Behavioral changes can indicate that a dog is nearing the end of its life. Some dogs may become unusually clingy and seek constant companionship, while others may become withdrawn and isolate themselves. These behaviors are often a reflection of discomfort, confusion, or the need for reassurance.

6. Disinterest in Surroundings

A dog nearing the end of its life may show little to no interest in their surroundings or activities they once enjoyed. They may ignore toys, other pets, or people and might not respond to their name or favorite treats. This lack of interest is often due to physical discomfort or mental exhaustion.

7. Extreme Fatigue and Lethargy

Lethargy is a common symptom in dogs that are close to death. They may sleep much more than usual and have little to no energy for physical activities. This extreme fatigue can be attributed to the body shutting down and conserving energy.

8. Pain and Discomfort

Many dogs experience pain and discomfort as they near the end of life. Signs of pain include whining, whimpering, restlessness, and changes in posture. They might also exhibit defensive behavior when touched or handled. Pain management is crucial to ensure a dog’s comfort during this time.

9. Changes in Gum Color

Pale or bluish gums can indicate a lack of oxygen in the blood, which is a sign of severe health issues such as organ failure. Checking a dog’s gums can provide insight into their overall health status.

10. Weight Loss

Significant weight loss is common in dying dogs, often due to a combination of decreased appetite, muscle wasting, and the body’s declining ability to absorb nutrients. This weight loss can be rapid and pronounced.

11. Vomiting and Diarrhea

Frequent vomiting and diarrhea can occur in dogs that are nearing death. These symptoms may be a result of digestive system failure or the body’s inability to process food and liquids properly.

12. Seeking Solitude

Some dogs instinctively seek solitude when they are dying. This behavior is thought to be an instinctual response to protect themselves from potential threats during their vulnerable state. A dog may hide under furniture, in closets, or seek out quiet, isolated spots.

Conclusion

Understanding these signs can help pet owners recognize when their beloved dog is nearing the end of its life. It is essential to consult with a veterinarian to provide the best care and make informed decisions. Providing comfort, managing pain, and offering love and companionship are crucial during this difficult time. Recognizing and acknowledging these signs allows for a more compassionate and prepared approach to saying goodbye to our loyal companions.

Remember, every dog is unique, and the signs may vary. Pay close attention to your dog's behavior and consult with your veterinarian to ensure you are providing the best care possible in their final days.