#so tw weight and slight ed mention

[tiredsadpeach]

I’m so lost lol

[reareaotaku]

Hi love! Can I request headcanons with Ryan!Ken x a chubby reader?

Oh? I think this is my second request for a Barbie thing, which is weird, since they were so popular. Though, the Barbie hype is probably over, huh?

I'll Never Stop Loving You

Yandere! Ryan! Ken x Cubby! Fem! Reader Tw: Yandere Themes, Problematic Doll Idea Mentioned, ED mentioned, slight! Fatphobia !!YANDERE THEMES! READ AT OWN RISK!!

He doesn't care about your weight

Genuinely not even something he noticed

The only way your weight would be a problem is if you were a Feed/Starve This Barbie! because it's problematic as hell and no one would dare comment on it [You're the only version of you, because you were discontinued, because it was problematic]

^ In reality you probably aren't even that chubby, they just over-exaggerate it, because Mattel big corporations sucks

They see you as exotic, which is weird thing to say, but you look so different from them

They all have muscles, abs, skinny waist, etc. You're so different and that's what makes you special

Anything different in Barbieland stands out and you stand out

Everyone likes you, because you're different [Like that one cliche where everyone is the same and they fall in love with the protagonist because she's not anything like them] (Does that make sense)

Let's be honest, Ken is stupid, but even though he knows you're chubby, it's never bothered him [Though it's never bothered anyone]

He's always trying to impress you

Though when he comes back from the real world, he does shame you

If you don't like him, he'll make you hate yourself

"I'm so out of your league," He'll lean over you like a tiger with it's prey, while you scrunch up in your chair, "So what makes you," He points at you, "Think you can reject me?" He points to himself, "You should be grateful"

He'll brainwash you by fatshaming you, even though he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about. He doesn't believe anything coming out of his mouth, but he wants to bring you down to his level, so he's not alone

If you don't love him, he'll make sure you don't love yourself

It's a shitty thing to do, but you end up falling for the Stockholm Syndrome and he stops

^Because like I said, he doesn't actually believe you're fat, he thinks you're gorgeous, but he sees your insecurity and he uses it against you

You may not even be insecure about your weight, it may be about being different

^ Doesn't matter, he'll sniff it out like a dog

Though, when you do begin to like him back, the relationship takes a 180

^He does everything for you [Though behind closes doors] and he tells you how incredible you are and such

He really wants you to dance for him

He loves watching your body move

God, he just loves everything about you

He goes so giddy with you, like a school girl

Don't mention it though, or he'll get mad

[danisbrainrot]

supermodel

tigris x reader

tw: smoking, drugs, alcohol, implied/mentioned ed, coriolanus is his own tag, (maybe a slight) power imbalance where tigris is a stylist and reader is her model (I don't know how modelling works LMFAO).

I'm purely using information I learnt from ugly betty; the title may or may not be inspired by a certain måneskin song.

you drag on your cigarette, watching the puff of smoke vanish in the afternoon air. you were waiting patiently outside as your stylist, tigris, added last minute modifications to your outfit. you'd gotten there early in the morning like she requested and you thought the photo shoot was going good, until you almost broke the shirt—her assistant struggled to zip it up. it didn't matter how tigris insisted it was her fault for not getting the correct measurements, your stomach dropped as you realise that you hadn't lost enough weight.

it was a miracle you'd managed to book this gig at all. tigris was an elusive stylist—the cousin of the president himself—and your modelling career was still in its infancy. you wonder what's taking her so long; your cigarette butt the only part still left. you groan, flicking it on the ground and stomping on it, before knocking on the door.

tigris opens it, apologising profusely for keeping you waiting, before she welcomes you back inside. you smiled tightly at her, trying to conceal the insecurity coursing through you. she directed you behind the divider and began to personally assist you, the zip sliding up smoothly. "there we go," she mumbles, a proud smile on her face.

the photographer had you try a few poses, but it seemed whatever you did it wasn't working—the angles were too unflattering, the lighting too harsh or your expression looked pained. you felt nervous, knowing how desperately you needed this gig, how it would shoot you into stardom.

tigris, noticing how anxious you were, pulls you aside. "are you okay?" she asks, placing a comforting arm on your shoulder. "it's not your fault, I promise," but you shake your head.

"it is. I'm not good enough," you reply, holding back the tears threatening to explode. she sighs softly, embracing you tightly.

she pulls away, staring directly in your eyes. "I chose you. I think you're exactly right for this photo shoot. for my clothes," she whispers, smiling reassuringly at you. you return the smile, your heart beat quickening—you couldn't help but admire the woman; you also felt a warmth in your stomach. the beginnings of a crush was forming.

"thank you," you blush softly. you tuck your hair behind your ears, a newfound confidence filling you as you step out back in front of the camera.

the rest of the day went by fast, as you struck pose after pose, leaving tigris cheering and clapping and the photographer calling out praises. you could hardly contain your infectious laughter, filling the room with joy.

after the shoot, tigris invites you back to her apartment. she offers you wine, champagne, all kinds of alcoholic beverages, while showing you more sketches she designed just for you. you don't know how she knew about you, or why she picked you, but you were eternally grateful.

it was a massive commercial success; tigris was receiving huge praise for her new line and your agent couldn't put the phone down. everyone who was anyone wanted to book you. however, you always made time for tigris—after all, she made you famous.

you had been invited to an exclusive party, for the elite of the capitol, in the president's mansion. you have no idea how, but you suspected it had something to do with the fact his cousin was obsessed with you. it was hard not to be, when you were the covergirl of nearly every magazine.

anxiously, you snorted a line of cocaine in the car, feeling the familiar buzz bring you to life. it was a typical occurrence that you were the life of the party. there wasn't a song you couldn't dance to, a silence you couldn't fill and a party you couldn't liven up.

alcohol was shoved in your face everywhere you went —it was rude to reject it, you concluded, so you gladly drank every drink offered to you. noticing how fancy everyone was dressed, you felt almost out of place in your mini dress and high heels. tigris had designed it specifically for you, however, so you couldn't not wear it. she designs most of your wardrobe, now that you thought about it.

you were conversing with some important gamemaker when tigris intercepted you, wanting to introduce you to her cousin and his wife. you smile politely, shaking hands with president snow before kissing his wife livia on the cheeks. tigris began gushing about how wonderful of a model you were, and that she was proud to have discovered you. you couldn't help but feel your stomach churn as the president eyed you up and down.

as an avox walked past, you grabbed a glass of the finest panem wine and almost downed it immediately. tigris eyed you warily, worrying about how quickly the alcohol was flowing through you. livia, noticing her husband's gaze, scowls and excuses the two of them—heading in an old academy friend's direction instead.

"are you okay?" tigris asked, taking a hold of your hand and stroking it with her thumb soothingly. "livia and coriolanus can be cold, I understand—"

"no it's not that," you lie, smiling your million dollar smile. "just feeling a bit weird, that's all." in reality, you felt yourself coming down.

you head to the bathroom and do another line, waiting for that delicious buzz to hit. the door opens suddenly, and you look up in shock to see tigris' face fall. "oh no, not you too," she sighs, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you elsewhere.

stumbling over your feet, you let her lead you to a guest room in the president's mansion. she sits you on the bed, forcing water down your throat—she also begged you to eat something, but you refused; her pleas falling on deaf ears. you couldn't afford to put any weight on as you had too many gigs lined up.

it hurt her seeing you this vulnerable. you had passed out on the bed, your hair a mess, your makeup smudged and reeking of alcohol. she sighs, sitting next to you and brushing the hair of your sweaty face. she leaned down hesitantly, unable to help herself, before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

she scolds herself for taking advantage of you, getting up to leave when she hears you stir. "please don't leave me alone," you whimper. she turns to face you, smiling reassuringly.

"don't worry, I'll stay right here," she promises, holding your hand.

when you woke up the following morning, your head pounded and all details from last night were muggy. the only memory was of soft lips pressed against your own.

you groaned, holding your head in pain before getting up. you found the toilet, sticking your head in it and emptying last night's dinner. you almost jump in shock when you feel someone hold your hair back, rubbing their hand up and down your back soothingly.

"you're okay," tigris affirms, holding you in her arms as you cry softly. sobbing into her chest, she rests her chin against your head, her grip on you firm and comforting.

"I hate how out of control I get," you sob, sniffling as you pull away from her.

she sighs, wiping your tears away with her thumbs. "I'll help you, I promise," she squeezes your hands reassuringly.

"did you kiss me last night?" you blurt out. you'd been dying to know ever since you realised it was her hand rubbing your back as you vomited.

tigris cheeks turn a deep scarlet, as she grows flustered and tries to come up with an explanation. "i-um, im so sorry I shouldn't—"

you interrupt her, "it's fine if you did. I just kind of wish you did it when I was sober," you tease, a soft smirk appears on your face. she bites her lip and avoids your gaze in embarrassment.

"are you sober now?" she asks, refusing to meet your eyes.

you laugh, shaking your head—mostly in disbelief. "I've got vomit breath," you reply.

"I don't mind," tigris whispers, suddenly looking at you lovingly.

you pause, your breath catching on your throat as you process what she said. it's your turn to blush, as she leans in slowly. you get up, however, scouring the cabinet and finding mouthwash. tigris giggles as you swish, gargle and rinse your mouth.

"now I'm ready," you exclaim, as she stands up. awkwardly you crash into her, placing one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head. she laughs, wrapping both her arms around your waist and kisses you back passionately.

you throw yourself into the kiss, finally letting go and enjoying it—you've wanted to kiss her ever since she'd been so understanding and caring on your first photoshoot. it was actually mortifying hiding your huge crush on her. now that you had her, you'd be sure to enjoy the blissful moment with her.

[chunkymamatam]

I'm currently having a Vil obsession...do you perchance have any stories about him/any interactions with him? :') <3

-Reena

Yeah one is a really shitty interaction I had with him (which happens to be literally the first interaction we had lmfao) the rest are chill tho

Now, I’m a big bitch and I start this first interaction off by saying this because context is important and I understand that he genuinely wasn’t trying to be a douche but there’s a reason I’m fat and it’s not cuz I eat too much. Actually most times I struggle to eat at all.

Tw: I’m gonna mention my Eating Disorder and medical issues

Story 1:

I was getting signatures for an interest form about possibly starting a cheer team. I was doing this for a friend and I get to the table with Vil, Rook and Epel(Vil insists that they eat together to keep both Rook and Epel at least somewhat in check lmfao) and I was asking if they’d sign and this mf we looks at me and is like “have you tried the Salads here? They’re good and healthy.” Nah cuz wtf bro 😭 I was flabbergasted bro cuz what???

So I look at him, cuz honestly I expect this from mfers that are that conventionally beautiful, and I’m like “you better shut your fucking mouth before I beat that pretty face of yours black and blue and not that it’s any of your god damn business but I love salads. Ever had a Greek salad?” And he shakes his head “You should try them. They’re good. And healthy”

Then that night Malleus asked about it and I told him that Superstar is lucky he didn’t trigger my ED and he needs to be careful who he talks to like that because it’s gonna make someone relapse and really get hurt. Plus it’s those exact comments that made me feel like it was my fault when I was on medication with the side effects of weight gain and literally took my ability to sweat so what I can physically do is now limited. Malleus did NOT like this. Idk what he did but not long after that Vil approached me before classes and apologized. I relayed what I said to Malleus back to him. He genuinely felt bad and didn’t even think about that which is crazy considering his industry.

On a lighter not I asked to use his sewing machine for the cheer outfits and he said yes. Slight push back on the basis of “wouldn’t Crowley order them”

to which I was like “this man can’t even give me adequate housing” LMFAO

He said yeah after that and was like “only if I have final say on the design.” We’ve been pretty close friends since pfff

Story 2:

When the SDC came around and Ace and Deuce got on the team I panicked when the entirety of Pomefiore tried to beat our asses and broke a vase over someone’s head. Vil yelled at me that “that was expensive” BITCH I AINT APOLOGIZING I WAS BEING MAULED BY A BUNCH OF THEATER KIDS 😭😭😭

Vil was so done with me but like everyone else agreed with me so 💀

Story 3:

There was also this one time I was having a breakdown and he was like “oh sweetheart no. I can’t have you going out looking a mess. Let’s clean you up.” And he took me into the room he was in while staying at Ramshackle and did my hair and makeup. I took a picture and posted it to my Magicam (Cater forced me to make one lol). Tell me why his crazy ass fans identified him by his jawline, shoulders and a pixel of his hair???? This wasn’t even in frame enough that reasonably y’all should’ve been able to identify him 😭

It’s an ongoing joke between us now and we just occasionally post pictures of our legs next to each other, maybe I’ll put one leg over his. It’s really funny cuz I posted pictures of us in our Halloween costumes too and it wasn’t even just with him and they were like “You fat bitch you don’t deserve to date him” Now you can tell me I’m being dumb but that is such a massive leap to conclusions 😭😭😭

[relapsinghetalian]

Ok finished rewatching aph season 1 for the first time since like 2015 . Some thoughts.

The bit with Austria and the piano, as well as England's weird ass fire song genuinely made me laugh still. Lol random humor still gets me

Had to restrain myself from thinking about the historical accuracy of food and outfits in America's flashbacks with England or I would throw up

There are many more references to the Holocaust than I remember (absolute yikes) - like it's REALLY bad. Germany is so far guilty for every single one (but I know more are coming) - we really have to acknowledge how deep it's in there. It's so bad guys.

I said it already but the scene of them coming up with the name axis is just bad.

Weirdly though Germany doesn't seem to be wearing the iron cross which he has in season 5?? Good call, but huh???

England is really fatphobic :/

TW ED: America's relationship with food and weight loss is so weirdly representative of our shitty diet culture irl that it's honestly really concerning. This country has a societal eating disorder. I can explain this way better if someone wants but I'll leave it at that.

Lithuania mentioning to America that him holding on to things just means he's turning into an adult really really hit me. I don't know why. Was a throwaway line to me when I was 14. That line is repeating in my head now.

CANADA INTRODUCTION OMG HI CANADA HI THIS SHOW SUCKS BUT ON GOD IM GOING TO SUCK YOU OFF SO HARD

who said that

Just like my first watch through in 2015, if I have to see that allies vs axis beach fight one more fucking time I'm going to lose it. But it was only twice? Could've sworn there was more... Hm

The heaven/hell songs from Rome are still funny to me mostly because they come out of nowhere

Busby's chair was genuinely funny too actually. Why is England just standing there like that lmao

I don't know why I was so annoyed by Liechtenstein the first time I watched the show. I'm not a big fan of that style of voice acting, but it's kind of sweet. As long as you ignore that Hima has a tendency to make weird nudges towards slight maybe implied inc*st :( ... Moving on.

Speaking of, the scene with Italy and Romano calling Germany because of the hair tangling... I remember that one but still. Wtf actually.

Romano choking Italy, asking him to say he is through with Germany and Japan is an interesting tidbit. To me. I think I know what that's referring to but I'm not checking rn. I like the idea of him wanting Italy to move away from the axis shit

If this is just season 1, unfortunately I can see how USUK got so popular so fast. The season definitely focuses a bit more on them than it does England and France.

(That being said I still feel like it's way more of a brotherly relationship. Or parental. To me. I'm not trying to start a fight. )

Speaking of, the commentary France says the first time America and England are fighting each other is unwanted. (Saying that as someone who is uncomfortable with USUK)

America says Japan looks like a girl from behind. Gay and racist. Defines this whole season really. L.

No thoughts on the marriage proposal between England and France. It's just a solid scene.

Now that I'm paying attention more than I used to, I can see why Switzerland and Austria is a big ship. Every scene making jokes about that made me honestly laugh. That was actually a good bit.

Holy Roman empire L

"boyfriend or girlfriend or gender neutral chibi thing" is STILL a good line

Overall I for sure see the weird yassification of the axis powers. It's bad.

Also they had these little potato shaped children share an emotional kiss huh

England is so unbearable in so many scenes. Might have to do with my hatred for this VA and the constant fatphobia actually.

France tells America he can lose weight by being sexually active. This is treated like it's some perverted thing but honestly he's right?? It's not like he was initiating anything?? Or did I interpret that wrong??

Came across a weird bonus episode I don't remember being there. Looks like it was supposed to come after episode 23? Definitely very normal.

[adminbryantsaki]

Chapter 22: Forest Training arc part one

(This Au will follow the main events of the canon. In this AU, the tropes of fantasy and Omegaverse apply. The dynamics that can apply to people are Alpha, Luna, Beta, and Omega. The main ship is Erasermic x oc. I do not own the characters of My Hero Academia. Horikoshi Kōhei does. I also don’t own any of the fast-food franchises or any of the other references to other super hero movies or groups.  I own Bryant Saki. Here is her info Please do not steal.)

(These are the Headcanons. Please read these before the fic.

WC: 6,284

TW: This has mentions of pregnancy, Oviposition, breeding kink, slight stomach bloating, use of aphrodisiacs, weight gain, stomach stuffing, feederisim, and voyeurism, along with the usual stuff,Omegaverse Shenanigans, polygamy, PTSD, Breeding kink, Breeding, trauma, fear, ED (eating disorder). Prologue Chapter Twenty-One ~ Chapter Twenty-Three.

Admin Falcon and I had been summoned to observe these variables. Since I hadn’t caught up with my sister in a few years, I decided to take this opportunity to catch up with her and do a little more shopping for the training camp. I watched the students plan out what they wanted to buy and they all dispersed, leaving Midoriya and Ochaco in alone together. I watched as Ochaco left to looked through the stores and that’s when Falcon stood up and told me to come with her as she was looking at her tablet.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Shigaraki is going to interact with him soon. We should be out of the area so he doesn’t spot either of us, especially you.” Falcon spoke, recalling that Shigaraki saw me and would probably remember who I was from the USJ.

“You’re right. Do you want to get some lunch or go shopping first? From what I remember, you’re going to the mating side of the training camp too from the list of people that are going.” I spoke. I saw a blush spread across my little sister’s face. “Yes, I am. Since I know you’re going to ask, I’m going with Gang Orca.” Falcon told me as she put her tablet away and walked into a plus-size clothing store to pick out something that we thought our bond-mates would like. I stuck close to my sister as I wanted to know more about her relationship with the Pro hero.

“How long have the two of you been together?” I asked as I browsed some of the pajama sets and looking at one. “Ever since I arrived just before the beginning of the school year. We met since one of his sidekicks found me and took me to his agency where we met and I’ve been staying with him since he insisted I stay with him.” Falcon spoke as she found some knee-high socks that she put into her basket. I was happy she found someone that makes her happy. She was only a couple years younger than me at twenty-three whatever age gap she was okay with between her and her mate was up to her and I was to not interfere unless it was unhealthy in any means. I thought that Kugo Sakamata was a good match for my little sister. I kept looking at some larger sizes of lingerie since I knew they would be giving me one last feast once we were in the mating cabin before they would make me their mate. I picked one out and placed it in my basket too, quickly heading to the front of the store until I saw a kinkier side of the store with items on display such as wrist cuffs, rope, and a beer bong that could be used as a feeding tube. I slip some cuffs, blue bondage rope, a set of black belts, and one of the beer bongs that had a valve on the tube and went to the register with a blush on my face as I paid with the card that they gave me that morning telling me to get what I wanted at the mall while they were at the school working today. I grabbed my bag and went to the doorway to wait for my sister. I hid my face with one of my hands until she came out.

“What’s got you so flustered?” She asked in a teasing tone. “None of your business. Do you want to go to another shop or get food?” I asked as I felt my large stomach growl and make me even more flustered. Falcon’s stomach growled too and we decided that it would be best that the both of us get lunch to keep our weights up for our mates. We find a ramen shop that also served bubble tea and we went inside. I got a shrimp ramen with a coffee flavored bubble tea while Falcon got a chicken ramen with a strawberry bubble tea along with extra rice for the both of us, knowing that I liked to soak up the broth with rice. We waited at a table for our food and talked amongst ourselves.

“Rumor amongst the Admins is that you’re planning to mate with both Present Mic and Eraserhead even though they’re a married, mated couple? Isn’t that scandalous?” She asked as she sipped at her water. I sighed and looked at her. “It is said in their profiles that they plan to have a pack. Yes, they are married but they want to have more than just the two of them in a relationship, I happen to be a person they picked. I am not a homewrecker or the other mate or whatever, I am becoming a member of their pack at the camp.” I explained. I had grown tired of explaining this by now and I wanted to get the mating over with so I could just show off their mating marks and that I belonged to them both in a pack. “That makes sense. Do they plan on having a fourth member? If so, will you marry them?” Falcon asked as our food arrived. I thought back to the mention of Oboro in their files but I knew this wasn’t the right time to bring this up.

“It depends on who that is and if the right person comes along.” I said and looked down to my food which looked and smelled amazing.  I thanked the waiter and chef for the meal before I ate. “Makes sense. Ember and I always knew that you’d have more than one mate when you reached mating age.” Falcon spoke as she took some bites out of her ramen. “I’m glad to know that you approve. I hope Gang Orca is taking good care of you.” I say and eat more of my food.

“He is. Don’t worry, he’s nothing like the previous guy.” Falcon spoke, mentioning her toxic ex from a previous dimension that hurt her badly. I wanted to exact revenge on him for what he did to my baby sister but this wasn’t a time for revenge, it was a time to heal and start anew. I looked over to my sister as she ate, I felt an uneasy feeling and I looked at my tablet to see that a variable was playing out.

“Quick, look at your tablet.” I said and held Falcon’s hand as she pulled her tablet out to see Shigaraki talking with Midoriya in a calm, collected manner about how people are so obsessed with Stain and what Shigaraki can do to change the people’s minds to fear him and who his target should be since he feels like he is failing with the League. Midoriya foolishly tells him that the people look up to All Might as a symbol of peace and safety over the community and that some people agreed with Stain’s convictions about some of the Pro heroes that he deemed to be ‘fake’ should just be doing the job of stopping villains and saving people just for glory on the media and the amount of money they are receiving for the villains they take down. Shigaraki finally understands who he needs to target and thanks the young student as Ochaco came back to make sure he was okay.

“Get out of there.” I say under my breath as Shigaraki still has hand around Midoriya’s neck. “This must be the little Omega I was told that you liked, it would be a shame if she was to turn to dust along with all the innocents here just going about their day.” Shigaraki spoke in that chilling tone he used at the USJ. “I hope some Pros show up. Mostly All Might, then I can have a rematch from the USJ. I plan to kill him. He is such an annoyance, don’t you think?” He asked. Midoriya chose to agree with the villain to keep his life safe. Soon the villain thanked the student and blended back into the crowd, disappearing out of sight. I shut off my tablet as Ochaco and Izuku agreed to call the police. I looked to my list and saw that I needed only a couple more things while we were here.

“Do you have anything else you need while we are here? We should stick around incase we need to tell the cops anything.” I spoke and finished the rest of my rice and ramen. “I need to get a sleeping bag and some nesting materials that I can have Kugo scent before the camp and I was thinking of getting some looser clothes since there’s going to be a heat wave while we’re there and when I’m in heat, I usually run a fever.” Falcon spoke as we walked into a plus size clothing store that looks like it had some summer clothes on sale.  As Falcon and I were in the store, my phone rang and it was Shouta.

“Are you alright? I just got a call from Tsukauchi that there was a villain at the mall.” He asked as he was a bit out of breath. “I’m fine. The villain did nothing major. He just talked with Midoriya and a little bit with Uraraka. They are both fine, I am fine, and Falcon is fine the cops probably will ask us any questions and I’ll tell them what I can. They will also look for any entry points that he could have gotten in here discreetly too.” I told him, handing my basket to Falcon so I could step out and talk to Shouta privately. I went into an alley between shops and spoke.

“The villain was Shigaraki. He was here to find out why the civilians are so obsessed with Stain and what he can do to turn their attention off Stain and back onto the League of Villains. Midoriya told him about how the people look up to All Might and Shigaraki now has a big target on All Might. Some of the Admins and I are working on how we can protect All Might further since there are future variables that involve him and Midoriya and a more complex plot.” “Alright, as long as you and your sister are safe. I hope this won’t have you distracted from our plans at camp.” I heard Shouta tell me.

“Don’t worry, we will form this group after camp. Most of the Admins are getting mated or bonded at this camp so most of them will be sidetracked and some will be unable to work for a few days. My attention will be on the both of you.” I told him with a smile. “Okay, I’ll be there soon to pick you up. I hope you didn’t spend too much while you were there.” He spoke. “I didn’t. I got things that you and Hizashi will enjoy. I should head back into the store before Falcon worries where I’ve run off to. I’ll see you in a bit.” I told him and hung up. I walked back into the store and found Falcon who gave me my basket back. “Who was that?” She asked.

ried about me, that’s all.” I said and found some cute tank top and short sets and some thinner summer pjs before checking out and heading to the courtyard where the police had arrived and began questioning people. As we were walking down to the courtyard, my gaze was caught by a maternity store right next to a baby store. I glanced inside and smiled, dreaming of the future as I looked at the items in the store. “Do want to look inside for a bit?” Falcon asked as she was caught staring at some items too.

“Maybe for a little bit?” I spoke. We went inside and I managed to find a set of boy and girl onesies and a soft sea turtle plush. Falcon found a boy and girl set of onesies too and an orca plush before we left and went down to the courtyard where we were questioned by some of the police officers. We held back on the variables we knew and told them that we only saw the hooded figure walking away from the students and nothing else. That was until Tsukauchi walked up to us. “I know that the two of you are Admins and you know more than what you’re saying. You can tell me what’s going on. I can keep a secret.” He told us. I looked to Falcon and she nodded. “Alright. Shigaraki came here essentially looking for a way to change the public’s eye from Stain back to the League of Villains. I have a hunch that he will be putting a giant target on All Might.” I spoke. “Thank you, Admin Bryant. I hope you and Admin Falcon have a good day.” The Detective spoke and left us be. That’s when I saw Shouta off in the distance and hugged my sister goodbye and walked over to him. Shouta pulled me into a hug, not caring who saw. “Are you okay? I saw Tsukauchi talking to you and your sister.” He asked.

“I am fine. I was just telling him what happened. Evidently he knows that the Admins know more than what normal civilians would know.” I told him. “Right. He can keep a secret, I know that first hand.” He spoke and gave a nod to the detective who tilted his head back to Shouta as he was getting statements from other shoppers. I gave the debit card back to Shouta and he tried to peek in the bags I was handing off to him since he insisted that he carry my bags back to the car as a couple of girls from Class 1-A walked over to me looking a little nervous. “Admin? Can we talk to you about something?” They asked. I looked over to see that all six girls from Shouta’s class had approached me looking nervous.

“Of course. What is it that you want to talk to me about?” I asked. “Do some of us have to live with the fact that some Alphas will be gross around us our entire lives? None of the boys in our class are like that but we were getting some clothes and the man at the register said that some of the girls smelled good.” Momo spoke for the others. I sighed and walked over to them. “Sadly, that’s the truth, I deal with it too. But you can learn to stand up to them and push them away if they get to close.” I told them. “Comments like that make us feel dirty in a way.” Jiro spoke up. “I know. Most Alphas and other men in general say things like that because they don’t see a bond mark as anything important or choose to ignore mating marks. Some also ignore bonding marks entirely as those marks are known to fade if the relationship ends or breaks off between whoever was in the relationship in the first place.”

“But some of us have bond marks.” Mina spoke and each of the girls that had bond marks went to a part on their body that had the bond mark. The only ones that didn’t have bond marks were Momo, Ochaco, and Tsuyu. I couldn’t quiet tell if Hagakure had a bond mark but I saw her arm move when Jiro mentioned bond marks. “Some Alphas don’t see bond marks and some completely ignore them, especially with Omegas or Lunas in heat.” I said as I sat down on the bench. Some of the girls looked down. “Why would they ignore bond marks on say an Alpha or Beta?” Momo spoke. I thought over the dynamics of the girls in front of me, remembering that the only Alphas and Betas in this group were Jiro, Momo, and Hagakure. That left Mina and Tsuyu as Lunas and Ochaco as the only Omega in the group. 

“I’m going to be honest with you, some male Alphas find female Alphas to be disgusting and betas are not to be bothered with since they don’t experience a heat putting them in a submissive and vulnerable state where they could take advantage of them and do unspeakable actions to them. Some Alphas also find Lunas to be confusing and too much for them to handle with alternating heats and ruts. But, this doesn’t apply to every Alpha out there. There are some Alphas or even men with other dynamics are good and will hopefully treat you young ladies the way you deserve.” I spoke. The girls shivered a little but took the information in. Mina wrung her hands nervously.

“What if someone wanted to mark someone and make them theirs?” She asked and Jiro looked at her as if she seemed to know what she was talking about. “I don’t think any of you are ready to do any markings past bond marks. It's advised that you all focus on your careers as Pro heroes for the time being before you reach adulthood since the tradition with giving mating marks has to do with intercourse and I don’t think any of you are ready to have a baby.” I said. Tsuyu raised her hand and I called on her. “Is there no other way around mating without having a baby?” She asked. “There are forms of safe sex and protection. This is done with communication, consent, condoms. You can also ask Midnight about this too, but condoms are something a guy wears to prevent sperm from entering the uterus. You ladies can talk to your parents and doctors about birth control. But there are other forms of sex that don’t have to do with penetration too. Ask your parents about that too. But don’t be afraid to ask me about anything, okay? I’m not as scary as the media puts us Admins out to be.” I spoke as Shouta walked over, seeing me talking with the girls. “We should get going, Hizashi is waiting for us back at home.” He spoke and looked to the girls.  “Alright. I’m almost done here.” I told him. “Thank you so much, Admin Bryant. We will be careful in the future.” Momo told me.

“You’re welcome. Feel free to call me Bryant outside of the classroom or school, okay? I have a feeling we will be seeing more of each other.” I told them before I stood up. “Of course. We will see you at camp, Bryant.” Momo spoke before leading the girls back to the entrance of the mall and away from sight. I looked to Shouta and stood up slowly, arching my back, revealing the bottom curve of my stomach peeking out from the bottom of my shirt. Shouta blocked me from the view of the others and pulled my shirt down. “You’re outgrowing your clothes very quickly, darling. I think you should change your shirt before we get to leave tomorrow for Camp.” He told me and held my hand discreetly as he walked me out to the car. “I thought we were leaving today. It’s Sunday, love.” I told him and his eyes widened. “Shit. You’re right. Makes sense why Hizashi was rushing to pack things before I left to come get you. Let’s go home so you can finish packing what you need. Then we need to load up the bus and head out.” He spoke and got in the car to drive back to campus and got out of the car, helping me inside and letting me pack what I needed on my own.

Once we had packed all our things and loaded up the bus, we climbed into the back of the bus so none of the students would try and sneak off back here to make out amongst the suitcases and sleeping bags.  Hizashi sat in the window seat as I sat next to him. I pulled out a pair of a scent patches and Hizashi stopped me. “You don’t have to do that.” He spoke. “Yes, I do. I don’t want my scent sending some of the students into Rut.  I also want to sleep for a bit as the drive will be a few hours. These will help me relax a bit.” I spoke and applied them to my neck.

“Too bad, I was hoping to have some fun before we arrived at the camp.” He spoke and kissed my cheek. “The two of you better behave back there while I’m driving. I don’t need you two being a bad example to my students as we travel to the camp.” Shouta spoke as he carried his duffel bag and sleeping bag to the back of the bus and placed them next to Hizashi. “Don’t worry, we will.” I responded as I leaned back and pulled Shouta’s sleeping bag over me to stay warm and cover up my scent. I leaned into Hizashi, ready to take a nap. “How are you feeling, Honey?” Shouta asked quietly as he could see his students arriving at the bus with their items in tow. “I feel full and empty at the same time, hungry, slightly horny but that feeling is growing and getting harder to resist as I’m trying to hold back my heat because of the teenagers that are going to be on the bus soon, and I have a growing desire to be immobilized.” I said quietly. Shouta smiled as he kissed my cheek before going to let the students on the bus.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be immobilized soon enough.” Hizashi whispered in my ear and held me close as the students placed their items near the back of the bus and claimed their seat as Shouta was communicating with Vlad as to what was going to happen when they arrived at the camp and agreed. Shouta climbed back into the bus and addressed his students as to what was going to happen. “Alright, we are heading out to the training camp. I expect you all to behave yourselves on the trip.” He spoke and took a seat next to me and put his arm around me and pulling his sleeping bag over him as I cuddled into him.

“What else can I do for you?” He thought. “I don’t know, everything I can think of isn’t appropriate to carry out right now on the bus in front of your students.” I responded and let out a deep sigh.  “I see, you’re going to have to wait until we’re at the camp to do all those things you’re thinking of.” He told me and I nodded, letting myself drift off to sleep since I knew this was going to be a long bus ride and I would need the rest for later. “One of you wake me when we get there.” I spoke before I let sleep take me. ~~~~~

I was laying on Hizashi as we rode in the back of the bus that was headed to the training camp. Shouta had moved to the front of the bus as we were approaching an area where he would let his students off to fight their way down the mountain. He looked back and told his students to not fool off but then realized this would be the only time that they could relax and be kids before the training began. The bus stopped and I nuzzled into Hizashi’s chest since I was laying on him as I slept. I heard everyone getting off the bus to stretch and see what was going on and I felt Hizashi’s hand on my back.

“Time to get up, baby. We’re here.” Hizashi said and pushed hair out of my face as I looked up at him grumpily. “I don’t wanna. You’re too comfy and Pixiebob in heat is too exuberant.” I told him and hid my face in his neck. He chuckled and he held me close, looking up to Shouta as he approached us. “You two can stay here until we get down to the mating cabin. The Pussycats are waiting and I can tell from here that Pixiebob is in heat and looking for a mate.” He spoke as Hizashi slowly pried me off his body so I could look at Shouta in a disgruntled manner. “I know she is. I read their files before we left and it said in big, bold letters that Pixiebob is looking for a mate and would be in a manageable heat when we were here this week. I do not want to meet her right now as I’m not fully awake for her energy right now.” I told him and held onto Hizashi as he sat up and let me cuddle back into him.

“I think you’d want to meet Mandalay at least, She’s calm and a telepath like you, honey.” Shouta told me. I looked to him with a raised eyebrow. “Fine, I’ll come. I would need you or Hizashi to be a barrier between Pixiebob and I. And when we get to the mating cabin, I require cuddles from the both of you.” I told him and set the sleeping bag to the side as I followed Shouta to the door of the bus.  Hizashi and Shouta got off first as I checked my hair in the rear-view mirror. I turned to Hizashi and asked him how I looked as I wanted to give a good first impression to the hero group. He looked me up and down before giving me a thumbs up. “You look great. But you’d look even better with nothing on at all~.” He told me quietly, causing my face to turn a bright shade of red and I froze up all over. “C’mon, little listener, let’s go catch up with the others.” He told me and held my hand to pull me in close and kiss my head as Shouta found us hiding behind the bus. “How was the ride? I saw that you were sleeping the whole trip.” He said and brushed a few strands of hair from my face. “It was fine. I am a bit restless though.” I told him and looked up to see that Hunter, Shelby, and Falcon were all watching the students of Class 1-A and 1-B receive instructions before beginning their first test. I waved to Falcon subtly and she smiled back in my direction. I pulled my tablet out to see the variables of the test and saw that we had a few hours before the variables of the next day were put into play. After I finished the preview, he looked up to Shouta. “Should we wait for you or head down to the mating cabins?” He asked.

“The two of you can take the bus down, get settled, nested, whatever the two of you need. Ragdoll and Tiger should be there since 1-B is here too. But since Pixiebob is fixated on giving instructions to the students and using her quirk to keep them engaged in the fight, this would be a good time for you to meet Mandalay.” Shouta told me and I agreed. I did want to talk with my sister too but she was getting into a car with Gang Orca and they sped past us to the mating area of the camp.  I sighed. “I guess I’ll catch up with her later. Which one is Mandalay?” I asked as Shouta led us out from behind the bus to meet them. He gestured to the woman in a red top and skirt with electronic cat ears, a long cat tail and giant paws on her hands. The woman looked to Shouta before looking to me.

“Hello there. I’m Mandalay. Who are you?” She asked me telepathically. “I’m Admin Bryant. It’s nice to meet you and know that there’s another telepath here. I’m a friend of Eraserhead and Present Mic. I came to help the other Admins and teachers with the students.” I introduced myself. Mandalay giggled.

”I know you’re here to mate with Eraser and Mic. Don’t worry, you’re safe here and no one will judge you. I’m happy to see that they’ve found another mate to add into their pack. They look happy.” She spoke and looked to the forest as shouts and explosions coming from the forest as they made their way down the mountain. I leaned into Hizashi a little and blushed a little as she knew I was in heat but doing my hardest to keep it under wraps.

“Yes, we plan to be quiet about it. don’t worry.” “Alright. In case the three of you can’t seem to be quiet, the rooms are sound proofed from the first time that those two were here. There’s a room prepared for the three of you in the mating cabins already. Ragdoll will help you get checked in when you head down there. There is nothing wrong with the three of you coming here to mate. it’s a safe place for anyone to come and do so, just keep any major affection or mating rituals private and in your cabins.” She spoke and sent me a reassuring feeling.

This helped me relax a bit and wonder what Hizashi and Shouta did to make them need to sound-proof the rooms. Another woman in a similar uniform to Mandalay’s but hers was light blue walked over to her. “You and Kota should head down to work on dinner for these kittens. I’ll keep them busy in the meantime.” She spoke. “Alright, Pixiebob. I’ll head down. Eraser, are you coming with us or heading down with your mates?” Mandalay asked. “I think I’ll go with them. Bryant seems a little nervous and I want to help her relax.” He spoke and looked back to me. I nodded and covered my nose as I could smell the stuffy scent of lavender and roses and pheromones that made me want to run for the hills.

“Is that smell coming from your teammate? Is she okay? She’s emitting a lot of pheromones and its almost too much.” I asked.

“Yes, that’s Pixiebob’s scent when she’s about to go into heat or it’s started today. She’s ready to mate now and I have a feeling Tiger’s going to help her tonight while Ragdoll and I are on duty.” She told me and I nodded before grabbing onto Hizashi’s hand and leading him back onto the bus with Shouta in tow. Hizashi sat near the front of the bus as I retrieved Shouta’s sleeping bag and sat next to him as Shouta sat on the other side of me. We rode the bus down to the mating cabins side of the camp and unloaded our things there. We carried our things inside where I saw a woman and a man in the same uniform as Mandalay and Pixie bob. The woman looked up at us and smiled cheerfully.

“Welcome to the Wild, Wild Pussycat’s Safe Haven! I am Ragdoll and I’ll help you get checked in.” She spoke and Hizashi stepped forward as Shouta held me close. “There should be a reservation under Aizawa.” Hizashi spoke. Ragdoll typed away at the computer and found the reservation. “There you are, it’s just the three of you, correct?” She asked and looked up to us. Hizashi nodded and Ragdoll gave us three keys to the room. “You’re in room 3. I hope you enjoy your stay!” She spoke and watched us leave. The giant man behind the desk, checking in another couple was the only person I thought to be Tiger. I waited until the couple rushed off to their room when I piped up. “Are you Tiger?” I asked the man and he looked at me. “Yes, I am. You must be Mic and Eraserhead’s new mate. It is nice to meet you.” He spoke and nodded in my direction. “Nice to meet you too.” I said before I was carried out of sight by Shouta.

“I can’t wait to have you all to myself~.” He whispered into my ear. I hid my face under his capture weapon and into his neck. “Someones shy already. Do you want to nest, baby?” He asked as Hizashi pulled our suitcases into the giant room that looked like a mini apartment. There was a large open area where a small pyramid of packaged bedding materials was stacked with a note on top in Japanese. Hizashi picked up the note and read it out loud. “Congrats on finding the new mate, I hope you have a good time and be safe. The requested food is already in the refrigerator and cupboard and nesting material has been provided, thank you for staying at Safe Haven.” He said and I wiggled down from Shouta’s arms and pulled my suitcase, briefcase, and backpack into the nesting area and looked out the window to the private Onsen we had right outside our cabin. I could see the steam rising up from the water in the hot spring and watched it for a couple seconds before the urge to nest took over my mind and I went back into the nesting room, pulling my suitcase down and pushing it into the corner of the room next to the closet, knowing that Hizashi would want to make his nest inside of the closet. I claimed the far corner of the room next to the closet and found the bedding on the tatami platform bed in the center of the room and took a sniff of it before leaving it there as it had a notable flowery scent like Pixiebob’s scent. I went to the suitcases we brought that had all the bedding we brought from home and scented. I began by laying down a fluffy blanket and building a perimeter wall of my nest

I pulled large, thick, and fluffy blankets to the nest and began arranging them in the way wanted them. Hizashi had changed into his naga form and slithered into the nesting area and began working on his own nest. Shouta wondering where we had gone off to and he found us nesting. I looked at him and asked him to bring two chairs from the dining table so I could make a tent over my nest. He nodded and brought the chairs into the nesting room and I incorporated them into my next and draping a sheet I brought from home over the top and securing it into the nest so it wouldn’t go anywhere. I then connected my nest with Hizashi’s since he was nudging me to do so. I merged a wall to meet with a wall of Hizashi’s nest before I dragged my sleeping bag into my nest and added the pillows and blankets that I wanted to be all cozy under between sessions of being bred full of eggs and their cum. I opened the sleeping bag and laid in it, getting all cozy and looking to see Shouta chuckling at me.

“You are too damn cute, baby.” He told me from his seat by the door to the nesting area. He was on the floor with a bag of plain, salted chips watching Hizashi and I make our nests and get comfortable to rest up one last time before the mating would begin. Hizashi finished setting up his nest in the closet before he took his shirt off and coiled into the nest and laid out on his coils, looking at me. “You look cozy. I think its time that we give you the cuddles you requested for getting off the bus and meeting Mandalay and Pixiebob.” He spoke and pushed himself closer to the barrier that separated our nests and rested his head on the pillow that acted like a wall and looked at me. “Do you want to come in? You’re practically begging to come inside.” I told him. “Is it okay if I do come in? I don’t want to intrude on your space.” He told me.

“Get your noodly ass in here and cuddle me already.”  I told him and he chuckled and pushed the pillow aside before slithering in and coiling around me. I looked to Shouta who was watching us still, having put his bag of chips aside, and seeming to be waiting for an invitation to enter my nest. “I’d invite you in but the students will be down the mountain soon and you need to be there to tell them what’s going to be happening this week.” I told him. I sighed as he was reminded of the other reason why he was here. “Alright. Do you mind if I at least put my sleeping bag in here? I think the two of you will like it.” He spoke and lifted-up the item he was talking about from where it was resting on top of his duffel bag. “Yes, hand it over. We will keep it safe while you go be a teacher.” Hizashi said and held his hand out to receive the yellow sleeping bag and promptly curl up inside of it and cuddle against me for body heat. “Have a good nap, you two. I’ll be back later. Don’t start without me, okay?” He spoke as he went to the door to put his boots back on to talk with his students. “We won’t! Hizashi called after him before laying down and sleeping.

[theenemyod]

Not feeling good more angst based on my(past)self

Tw: attempted vomiting, mentioned self harm, mentioned/implied eds (idk it's never called that but yeah), mentioned suicidal thoughts

Aaron paced around his bedroom on his 79th lap (counting), feeling sick and weird and wrong wrong all wrong.

This wasn't what it was supposed to look like. When someone's struggling aren't they supposed to lose weight and get plaler and stop eating and hurt themselves and sleep too much or stop sleeping or even think about killing themselves. That's what it's supposed to look like when people are struggling, right?

Aaron looks down at his own wrists. Clean, his tan having faded slightly because of being underground and dotted with a few freckles. Somehow it makes him feel slightly sick.

If it was as bad as his mind seemed to be making out to be there would be cuts. He would be bleeding. But the thought of hurting himself scared him. He'd never had a deep cut before. The scars from Drew's chains have faded on his wrists. Not his ankles, he's pretty sure those ones are permanent. He'd seen his own before, of course. It would be hard to grow up as part of sports teams and playing outside and never have. There are marks on his knees from the amount of times his fallen over and hurt himself and a slight dent in his shoulder where he was hit very hard with a tennis racket once.

Aaron wasn't new to pain or blood. He wasn't new to the concept of self harm either. He'd more than once helped treat a cut on one of his foster siblings, or hide it with makeup. He was quite good at hiding things with makeup, usually bruises but cuts are quite easy too.

And of course, staying at the Rajavis all summer it would be hard not to notice Alex's wrists. He doesn't think no one else saw it, he thinks they're all ignoring it on purpose. He wanted to ask or comfort him but he doesn't know him much and doesn't think Alex would really want it, so he didn't try.

But the idea of Aaron hurting himself was out of the question. Just no. Never ever in his life would he cut himself intentionally.

He thinks of other things he'd seen from Alex. That was how hurting is supposed to look. When the cuts would show up in his arms and Aaron would hear him forcing himself to vomit in the middle of the night and how he'd cry afterwards and he'd get paler and thinner and Aaron was pretty sure he'd tried to eat food he's allergic too even though he knew it'd kill him... Compared to that Aaron was going through nothing.

Without thinking Aaron attempts to put two of his fingers down his throat, something he knew was supposed to make him vomit. It didn't, just made him gag slightly and take his fingers out of his mouth, feeling sick. Why the fuck did he just do that?

He sighs and sits down on his bed tiredly. Maybe he'll talk to Call when he gets back. Until then he wants to rest.

He closes his eyes to sleep but ends up staying awake pretending to sleep until Call gets back from whatever he was doing.

[candikin]

TW: Eating Disorder mentions, very slight death mentions. Please take the warning seriously

In EtP (and beforehand), Rupert was slightly overweight/chubby. Rupert didn't really care about his weight at the time... until Henry escaped, Dave got fired, and Johnny died

Rupert wanted to be stronger and make sure nothing like that ever happens again, so he started to work out more often and eat more on the healthier side. At first everything seems normal, other then the fact of how fast he's losing the fat and gaining muscle

But eventually Rupert starts to get a little... crazy about his diet. He starts to over-exercise, and Rupert struggles to eat anything that he doesn't see as healthy. Even eating a whole salad in one sitting starts to make Rupert feel weird and uncomfortable

Nobody really noticed that Rupert is pretty unhealthy since well, Rupert is still pretty muscular with his ED

[reveseke]

The dumb fuck that i am, here's a hybrid au thoughts and headcanons for everybody who may find it interesting.

The ✨ Dragon hybrid! Terry Silver ✨ headcanons.

The content — Few notions to the first appearance of terry silver from cobra Kai ~ | Just dating fluff | how he would be as a dragon hybrid | small mention of torture | war flashbacks | he him beloved mentioned | also one note of suggestive act mentioned

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

Like literally in a way imo the man resembles a fucking dragon. Esp after seeing few fictions about the man with a male beloved and a goth male imagine of him lol . Iykyk what I'm talking about then you know. The way everybody describes him rather possessive i really love to think if he was a hybrid he'd be a dragon. This idea has been circling around my brain for a while and I'm not going to let it go that easily lmao ! ( Also kinda inspired by that one episode of Spike and Rarity when it comes to family/dating headcanons belows lmao not going to elaborated at all )

— Thinking about how Silver would be a runt looking at the other dragon hybrids

— being smaller than original dragon hybrids, resembling more of a human to their standard.

— earning the nickname Twig for lacking muscle and power even if hybrid!

— having small wings at start, them either growing after years to somewhat resemble dragon hybrids wings or still staying small. Haha. Teenage sized wings. ( I'd think that of an Andean condor wing span of 10 foot. )

— seeing him missing scales around certain points in his wings that never grew back bc of being plucked by force for money and value by the Vietnam soldiers during the capture scenes.

— having his wings being poked through with enough force to rip the leather/skin of the inner wings and leaving him unable to fly even if they grew enough to support his body weight. ( Imo Most modern dragon hybrids can't fly today unlike in the ancient times. )

— or bc they wanted to torture him or see what he would possible do bc they had never seen or hardly had seen a dragon hybrid within military ranks.

— Also having his wings tied behind his back separately or with his hands. Bending them and/or at least making them sore as fuck.

— Leaving him rather disabled to a dragon hybrids standard if they were broken and healed incorrectly or being bend too much due to the restrains and now it's painful enough for him not to use them ( I'd think the wings are one of the most important things to dragon hybrids. Also while the wings are sturdy the bones are still hollow and snap easy if enough force should be applied )

— not to forget the horns, he would most likely be missing ones both or half of one. I'd see them being bone white or possibly some kind of dark color.

— The horns would absolutely be bejewelled in some way or form and seem so fucking glamorous that it would make anybody jealouse !

— also medical Headcanon that the skin of his wings and horns is sensitive and easily itching. He has a special balm to relieve it.

+ I actually think he would look a little more youthful than he is in the actual show since dragon hybrids age few years differently.

— uhh his tail is pretty much the size it should be. Most likely ranging from pretty whites to darker color.

— He also has spines lining his back and most likely his forearms as well not to forget the scales that break through the skin in random patches very lightly.

Brief family/dating headcanons ( he him used to refer to the beloved ) tw. Slightly suggestive hint?

— spoiling absolutely spoiling with love and money. I'd think part of his love language is gifting and spoiling. May as well be some kind of service to the beloved.

— Terry doesn't mind a slight age gap between him and his beloved if it's consider in a romantic sense.

— so much adoring the beloved, and making it very known to him.

— just hugs and cuddles with him possessively wrapping his wings around the beloved so if he escapes his arms he can't actually leave the hug completely.

— Thinking about how he'd keep the beloved as long as possible with him when it comes to sleeping or laying in bed in general at lazy days where he doesn't have to be anywhere. If he has to be somewhere he stays as long as he can just hugging the beloved in the bed and leaving after then.

— the man would absolutely be warm but have cool skin to the touch over the scale patches or scales in general.

— if he's cool enough with the beloved he may just ask him to help with applying the balm on his wings and even to his horns.

— generally sensitive horns, spines and wings btw, touch them and you'll have him satisfied and get a lil handsy bc it lowkey feels good. But beware he may snatch the beloved hands if he doesn't like it.

— also own headcanon on dragons but dragon hybrids can purr. Do what you will with this information.

— personal Headcanon of him being open to and actually adopting a kid. Doesn't matter if it's a hybrid or human kid lol if talking about hybrid au .

— he'd be absolutely interested in spoiling them and making it known that he loves the kid dearly and that they're safe with him in general.

— if somebody messes with the kid or beloved he'll be doing something about it. even if they wouldn't outright tell him, he'll be more in tune with one's emotions than they realise and be aware of the mood swing. Lightly coaching them to talk about it so he can help.

[ibitacanofsoup]

4/6/23

tw: ed, fatphobia, thoughts/mentions of unaliving

i have such a battle every day it seems with my bulímia. i want to love my body how it is, every roll, stretch mark, every piece of cellulite. however, i struggle with fatphobia so much. i want to be skinny, without a bump or curve. flat in every way possible. i feel like i’m trapped in the body i was cursed with. i’ll never be skinny. when i was at my lowest weight i still had a slight apron belly, rolls and stretch marks. i have the body of my people. i want to badly to kill it. i hate that i think this way. i want so badly to love myself but how can i? how can i when i never see anyone like me? short, fat, brown? why don’t i see people who look like me, how can i love me when i’m invisible? maybe i can one day, love myself or dïe trying

-cielo

[ulceredmouth]

i deeply hate myself

[monismochi]

Ed mention

[trentskiiii]

by your side - mason mount

after your boyfriend cheated on you, you spiral into your old habits. your friends are worried and they can only call one person to help you.

TW: mentions of alc addiction, relapse and very slight mention of ed.

“y/n, this isn’t you. stop this, okay?” y/bsf/name pleaded. bottles and cans of alcohol scattered on your nightstand. you’d found yourself returning to your old habits. those in which you would live on just alcohol for days. no food and water. it was extremely unhealthy. and you hadnt been in this state for the longest of time. only when you found out about the affair your ex-boyfriend, Jayden, was having, you couldn’t help it.

after a few weeks of weeping and day drinking, your friends had had enough. seeing you, with bloodshot eyes, dark circles under your eyes showing you haven’t slept for days, and the fact that you had lost so much weight, they knew they had to do something. they were afraid of losing you. there was only one person they could call.

“hello?”

“hey. this is y/n’s friend, y/bsf/n. this it mason right?”

“yeah, how can i help you?”

“it’s about y/n. you have got to come over to her house. im- im afraid she’s relapsed.”

“what?!?! what do you mean by that? she’s drinking again? what happened?!?” mason’s tone quickly changed.

“please, just come here. see for yourself.”

“okay, im driving there now. take care of her.”

mason was another of your ex. you two barely kept in contact. only texting when completely necessary and when it was to wish each other happy birthday. it wasn’t a messy breakup, but he saved your life. you had been in many toxic relationships and he found you when you were in a state similar to the one you were in. only worse. your friends hoped he could save you once again.

As he entered your bedroom, his heart broke seeing the state you were in. tears started welling up in his brown orbs.

“oh, y/n. what happened baby?” he walked over to you and swiped a falling tear off your face. you smiled at him. obviously a fake one, and turned your head the other way. trying to avoid him.

“y/n. come on, talk to me. i hate seeing you like this.” he sat on the edge of the bed. his hands on your shoulder.

“it’s fine, mason. im fine.” you used all the energy you had in you to say that. your voice was strained.

“no you’re not y/n. you relapsed. dont try to lie to me.” he turned your whole body, that was facing one side, to face him. tears were now dripping down your pale cheeks. you quickly wiped it off with your hoodie sleeve.

mason tucked your hair behind your ear. he sat on the bed comfortably, his head now leaning against the headboard. he caressed your hair calmingly and smiled “it’s okay, y/n. i’ll always be by your side. you can talk when you’re ready.”

[akookminsupporter]

This is a Jikook blog, so I apologize for the slight off topic. But you always provide interesting and insightful thoughts on various topics, and Tae is ATM trending worldwide after posting a picture of himself on the scale...where it is obvious how severely underweight he is (his declared height is 179), and people are praising him for starving himself.

This is SO WRONG on so many levels, esp. bc in recent days he's had an IG update saying how tired and spent he's been feeling and how he hates being on a diet.

Jimin and jk had done the same at different moments in their life and even tho I feel like jk is the one with the 'healthier sense of self' (he's the only one who openly shared he never let his weight drop under 70kgs despite popular demand) all of them without exception are so conditioned by the idea of 'being thin' that it's freaking scary.

Can't we all stop praising people who are loosing too much weight, pretty please? I am asking this as sb who recovered from an eating disorder and knows very well how shitty and dangerous it is.

And I know how severe the environment is in south Korea if you are overweight, but fuck that shit. We have to start changing things by changing our perspective first. Thin does not equal powerful or good looking ffsake. The fact that BTS - the biggest artist in the world - feel the need to be alarmingly thin saddens me and sickens me to the core.

They are all so naturally good looking humans, I'd just like them to be happy and healthy and free.

TW: weight, diets, extreme diets.

This is a topic that is a bit complicated to deal with from personal experience. My body weight is something I've struggled with my whole life so I don't know if I'm the one to talk about it anon, but thanks for the vote of confidence.

I did see the picture obviously.

I don't know if saying he is 'severely underweight' is correct. You don't know that and I think experts have spoken out that it's not correct to base your weight on your height. You can't determine your "correct weight" by how tall you are alone. Many other things must be considered as well. I think you are judging without knowing.

It's true that BTS members often go on extreme diets that technically don't sound healthy at all but it's also true that I don't know their diet plans and I don't know if they do that with medical supervision, which they have hinted that they do.

We have also seen that they have workout routines that an 'extremely underweight' person would not be able to cope with for long and not to mention their choreography and practices.

I think all or many of us have been exposed in one way or another to that part of Korean culture which is not healthy at all although for them it is "normal" but it doesn't mean that it is something we should do as well. I think here it's more about understanding that what others do doesn't mean that you should do it too, we all have to understand that our bodies are different from each other.

Celebrating extreme dieting is not good, celebrating disproportionate eating is not good either and respecting but others is.

It's easy to criticise something from the outside but just because it's easy doesn't mean it's right.

The only thing I can say is that everyone should do what they think is right for their body and respect but not always imitate the decisions of others over their own.

I am so glad to read that you recovered from an ED, anon.

[beann-e]

haikyu characters with insecure s/o

inarizaki boys with insecure s/o

⚠️ tw mentions of slight ed

suna

-I doubt that he’ll care based on his personality. Most likely he wouldn’t even notice I know people like to say ‘ well when he really cares about someone’

-no .. I genuinely think he won’t care if you believe him or not because to him why would he be dating you if he didn’t think you were an all around great perosn

Your boyfriends eyes looked up from his phone legs twitching in anxiousness as he followed your soft eyes across the room landing on a girl that sat at the far end of the restaurant.

Your hand coming up so you could fiddle with it looking out the corner of your eye to find suna already looking at her

‘ god I knew it — he is looking at her kinda hard not to when she takes up the whole room ‘

You felt your body grow hot as you imagined yourself looking like her.

What would it be like to be her height, to be her weight and not have people talk about you , what would it be like to have a clear conscience free of self doubt ?

You sighed as you nibbled on the inside of your cheek trying to get out of your explosive mind. Breath only quickening when you felt sunas face turn to you before he scoffed and looked back to his phone in interest

“ tch her shoes are untied “

your eyebrows furrowed “ w-what “ your eyes darted over to the girl before dropping to her shoes “ h-her shoes are untied “

you shook your head before speaking “ but suna isn’t — don’t you think she’s pretty “

“ her shoes are untied “

“ yeah but — she’s pretty ? I don’t understand “

“ her shoes are untied “

“ what the hell suna why is that what you care about when she’s going on a remarkable height and she’s beautiful with clear skin that I work super hard to get I mean you’ve seen me try to every night with my routines “

he shook his head as if not listening to you before continuing to play a game on his phone that seemed to have all his attention

“ baby her shoes are untied “

“ what does— “

“ if she cant do something as small as tying her own shoes who’s to say she can care about any of the small things that I find important in a relationship “

your eyebrows relaxed “ I understand it may not seem like a big deal to you because you think she’s beautiful so her shoelaces don’t matter but if she can walk around with open shoe laces — who’s to say she won’t walk around with an open relationship? “

he made his character move around the screen as he sighed “ little things go a long way in my book and they mean a lot to me first impressions are everything “

You watched as his face remained stoic while he spoke in disinterest “ I don’t like hers “

you somewhat felt discouraged if he felt this strongly about shoelaces what did he feel about you ?

what about when you forgot to wash a dish ?

what about when you forgot to take a shower or even brush your hair that day ?

what if you’d forgotten to tie your shoes would he hate you and want to break up?

you moved slowly to push yourself away from the table trying to see if your shoelaces were tied only for sunas voice to come out In deep authority his annoyance playing in his voice next to you

“ stop babe your wearing flats “

you bit your bottom lip in fear he sounded annoyed and genuinely exhausted . You couldn’t help it just so many things were running through your mind that you may have done wrong

he moved to set his phone down on the table the word loser sprawled across the screen you knowing he gave up his gameplay for you making you feel even worse knowing that he’d never stop playing on his phone for anyone else

You bit harder at your lip as he turned to you his hands coming up right one to cradle your face and left to try to pull your lip from you teeth’s deathly hold

“ y/n come on let go “

you felt your body give in releasing your lip that had started to bleed you hadn’t even noticed how hard it was tucked away

he rubbed the small amount of blood away with his thumb onto a napkin wiping his hand off afterward to look into your eyes as he squished your face

his words having meaning as he spoke looking deeply into your eyes “ your fine y/n — you tie your shoelaces babe I swear “

Osamu

- Hes a bit more chill about it but also spots it quickly and immediately shuts it down. He hates you feeling insecure and will do nearly anything to make the feeling go away including giving you his lunch.

-but over time you stop accepting his lunch and that’s when he knows he needs to put his foot down because this insecurity thing is getting out of hand

“ y/n why aren’t you eating “

you smiled softly as you brung your head away from your boyfriend hands outstretched in a no motion as your eyes sprinted around the cafe looking for the one person who held everything you wanted

“ come on baby — your rice it’s getting cold “ his whiny voice came out as he clawed at your waist trying to pull you closer to him to get you to look at his pouted face.

“ fine whatever then i’ll just eat it all and i’ll never make you lunch again “ he puffed out as he moved to steal your second plate away he’d given you thinking it would encourage you to eat your first only for you to squint your eyes at a table in front of the both of you

His body moving on instinct to follow your eyes as you stared curiosily at the table.

His body turning hard as he noticed what was happening ‘ fucking hell ‘ he thought as he pushed the plate back in front of you ‘ again ‘

He moved to place his head on your shoulder speaking “ god look at ‘er she doesn’t even have any rice “

you tried to drown him out as he continued “ can you imagine actually enjoying yer lunch with no rice “ he scoffed “ almost sad “

he smiled as he dug his forehead into your shoulder “ but you eat rice baby “ he moved to kiss and nip at your neck “ and I love you for it your my rice baby “

“ r-rice baby “ he laughed “ osumu what is that babe“

“ ah I see that’s all it took huh ? “

“ hmm “

“ to get your attention away from the girl who lacks rice“

your eyebrows went down as you stared at her more.

Eyes racking over her plate before you looked down at yours eyes almost tearing up at that alone “ babe “

“ yes y/n “

“ can you go ge—just go get me a milk I swear i’ll drink it all “

he sat still for a moment forehead pressed to your neck before it fell to your shoulder and he finally dragged it down to the table.

His arm covering it giving his head its own home

“ hmm osumu babe can you do that i’ll give you the money back I swear I won’t waste it “

his voice came out soft as he hid his nervous emotion from you his bottom lip tucked away in his teeth right hand fidgeting with his pants

“ n-no you have to eat “

“ but osumu ple— “

“ e-eat first and i’ll go get the milk “ his eyes were creased in concern he knew he couldn’t look at you he would give in for the 5th time this week and just suck it up and go get the milk and leave you to eat no lunch and go all day without something to eat

“ I swear if you eat your lunch and f-finish it “ he started moving his legs in anxiousness

what if you hated him

“ then i’ll go get the milk “

“ why — “ you ripped your face away from the girls plate and turned to look at the back of your boyfriends head

“ osumu why are you doing this please — can you just go get the milk I didn’t bring my lunch card and I don’t have any money right now“

his leg moved up and down faster “ shit “ he let out quietly he knew he was cornered

“ baby I swear i’ll eat the lunch after the milk — swear it “

he knew there’d be no time for you to.

You’d have to eat one or the other and he just knew you would choose the milk

You two always did this he would give in and then go get it and come back and the bell would ring and you would leave your bento box and he would end up taking it home to stuff it full of the next days lunch

While he watched as you sat unhappily for the rest of the day.

Him hearing your stomach growling only for you to pass it off as the volleyball he just smacked down in his practice game

“ y/n babe — my love I can’t “

your body shook at his words

he can’t ?

“ you don’t have any lunch money or your card either ? “

he chewed into his lip harder “ no-no y/n I just I don’t want to “

your heart broke “ but osamu i’m hungry “

“ then eat the lunch I made for you in the bento box that you didn’t eat out of yesterday “

“ I—I don’t want that I want milk please “

“ why “ he got louder “ why do you want the milk huh“

“ because I “ you shut your mouth as he was now screaming to the ground his head still covered

could he not look at you ?

“ you don’t want the milk just because you want it you want the milk because that chick with no rice only drinks milk —- you want to be like her or some shit I know —I see it “

your heart dropped as it felt like your body had been weighed down “ what no I — I don’t “

“ yes you do why else are you always staring at her — you started working out — only drinking milk because she does it’s almost like she’s your inspiration isn’t that what you call it your body inspo“

“ i— osumu how dare you “

“ how dare I ? “ he laughed as his head whipped up to face you obvious hurt in his voice

“ how dare you when you make me watch you suffer and then you say shit like it’s fine i’ll eat at home only for me to call and your outside working out “

he grabbed your hands “ y/n baby this isn’t good ok you like food you love it so why are you so against it now “

you looked away as he pulled you into a hug

“ I know I can’t make you do anything but — please just eat your food today and then i’ll get you milk afterwards ok “

he moved to press a small kiss to your forehead as he moved the plate in front of you over “ let’s start working on ourselves today “

he placed the chopsticks in your shaky hand as he brung them up for a kiss “ we’ll create our own body inspo yeah ? “

[cdroloisms]

Since starvation is canon imagine Dream in the future having to deal with the mental effects of it. His armor doesn't fit and feels like carrying hard rocks that hit him in his bones painfully. It's harder to do things that he did so easily before. He used to be able to move freely, whenever he was trapped he could rely on his body to carry him away from any bad situation. He could climb trees and run and swim so eaily but now it's so much harder, so much more tiring. It's a trapping feeling that follows him around constantly.

aww this ask made me sad ,, yeah post-pandora recovery is going to be a Bitch And A Half. just *shakes c!sam* stop violating basic human rights you creeper man you. 

anyway, have some more syndicate c!dream angst!! 

tws: ed mention (kinda), disordered eating, starvation, trauma, torture (mentioned), vomit mention, internalized ableism (? dream makes a few statements that sorta brush off his trauma), pandora’s vault/prison arc

His armor doesn’t fit anymore.

It’s a bitter pill to swallow. Dream may not be like Techno, is hardly as careful with his armor - he’ll slap on a Prot IV, Mending, maybe Unbreaking if he’s feeling generous, but he’s never really managed to shake the careless ambivalence he’s learned to regard most of his belongings with after their inevitable destruction, not after the chaos that made up growing up with Sapnap and George - not to mention the training from manhunts. His armor was a rushed, simple thing, made much the same way as he would craft any set in iron, the extent of its personalization limited to the neatly-printed “Nightmare” he used to mark each piece as his own. Even so - it had once been his, his constant companion as he traveled around the server, as comfortable over his shoulders as a second skin - it wasn’t pretty, or well-crafted, or worth anything much at all, but it was his.

He doesn’t have very many things that were his from before.

Most of the set is still left on the armor stand Techno had left in the room, only the chestplate missing from the wooden dummy so he can hold it up with his own two hands. He brushes his hands over the surface, feeling out the familiar runes scrawled over it back and front, hardly even legible thanks to his rush job. It’s clearly taken a beating or ten, nicks and scrapes covering it back and front - some familiar, most not - and he frowns as he shifts its weight between his hands, heavy and leaving his arms straining even after just a few minutes.

He’s no stranger to proper training - knows, still, after so long without sparring or practice or anything, that the set is too heavy for him. He may lean towards a lighter armor than most to allow for his movement and parkour, but it was still made for someone well-practiced and healthy - nothing like the wreck of bones and skin he’s become after months without proper meals and torture. He can hardly hold up just the chestplate alone - he’s not stupid. Netherite is heavy, and he can hardly manage more than iron for an hour or two.

He bites his lip, before tucking his head to his chest and pulling the chestplate up anyway.

His hands are clumsy as he pulls the straps tight, fumbling weakly with the buckles in a way that makes his teeth grind against each other. The weight immediately presses against his still-healing ribs, making them creak and ache dangerously in his chest, and the sudden, gasping pressure on his lungs nearly sends him into a panic. He ignores it all, focused on the worn leather on either side, pulls each piece as tight as it will go.

He’s not wearing any padding, and the feeling of the hard metal against his bones is hardly what anyone could call “comfortable,” calls back memories of himself, a foot on his back, pressed against unforgiving obsidian. He breathes in another slow, shivering breath, chest struggling to expand against the weight, and stands in front of the mirror.

He looks dumb.

It reminds him of being a kid and trying on Sam’s diamond armor for the first time, completely dwarfed by its height and breadth, waddling around awkwardly from the foreign weight strapped to his chest and the awkward way it hung off of him. His armor is more familiar but no less unfitting, hollow spaces lingering that should’ve been filled by muscle and fat, his sharp edges digging uncomfortably against its surface. It hums with the same feeling of unbelonging, like he’s taken something that belongs to someone else entirely, the same heavy discomfort that comes from wearing someone else’s shirt or drinking from another person’s mug. Hot tears spring to his eyes, and he stubbornly blinks them away; it’s just a stupid set of armor, really, it doesn’t matter at all-

“Hey, nerd.” Techno’s voice is muffled outside the door, and he knocks softly against the doorframe twice - a request to enter. Dream stares at himself a moment longer, debating whether to shuck off the chestplate first, before sighing and kicking at the floor - once, twice, granting permission.

The door opens slowly, but Dream’s traitorous body freezes anyway for a moment, muscles locked and tensed painfully under the heavy armor, and he forces another breath into his lungs to stave off the panic. Thankfully, Techno knows about his stupid brain enough to know to give him some time, leaning against the door frame as he counts off the seconds in his head until he looks back up again to signal that he’s ready for him to come closer.

His eyebrow lifts and he gestures at the armor he’s wearing. “That’s your old set, right?”

He nods, worrying his lips between his teeth as he lifts his hands to sign. Yeah. Ranboo brought them from S-N-O-W-C-H-E-S-T-E-R.

“Makes sense.” Techno’s face twists as he struggles to follow Dream’s signs; he’s learned quicker than he would’ve expected, at first, but there’s a few things that Dream needs to fingerspell, still. He looks him up and down, a wry smile on his face. “Isn’t that a bit heavy?”

Dream gnaws on his lips further, trying to decide what to say, explain what has left him staring at the mirror in silence for upwards of ten, fifteen minutes now. If he was more in the mood, he’d make a joke about his self-absorption. Instead, he looks away, signing with quick, overly casual movements.

Wanted to see if it fit. It doesn’t anymore.

“Ah,” Techno’s voice, low and drawling, has picked up that knowing tone that Dream’s learning to hate. “I see.”

He frowns, keeping his eyes trained the bottom half of the mirror, to his too-skinny legs peeking out of the bottom of his sweatpants. He tries not to look at himself too much now, doesn’t know what to make of the near-skeleton that stares back at him when he bothers to look, all sharp edges and unnatural hollows, the foreign ridges of his spine running down his back and his ribs sticking out at his sides. None of it is his - not this armor, not this body, all of it belonging to a Dream that hadn’t been through the fire and brimstone of Pandora, that didn’t recoil at the taste of potatoes, that could eat more than two meals a day without throwing up.

“Dream?”

He shakes himself out of his own thoughts, tasting iron from where he’d torn apart his lips with his teeth. He balls his fist, pulls it to his chest. Sorry.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” He can hear the sound of Techno shifting from side to side, awkward in the silence hanging thick and heavy in the room, “Anyway, Phil’s made some stew. You goin’ to join us?”

The question gives him pause for far too long as he weighs his options - he knows he should eat more, knows that it’ll be the only thing that helps him fill out and heal and finally start recovering from everything in Pandora, but no matter how much he knows his mind still recoils harshly at the idea of more food. He’s not hungry at all, or maybe he is and he just doesn’t feel it anymore - it’s hard to tell, in this new normal. Everything’s hard, after Pandora.

In a few minutes, he finally signs, biting back a flush of shame at the clear surprise in Techno’s expression.

“Alright, whenever you want, nerd.”

Techno walks out the room, and Dream sighs, a wheezing heave of breath that leaves him exhausted and makes the chestplate feel heavier than ever. One by one, he reaches for the buckles, maneuvering them open so he can pull the netherite over his head and let it fall onto his bed. He stares at the thing for a few minutes longer, lips pursed, at the messily drawn runes and the unfamiliar dents along the top edge and a gouge carved on one side, deep enough to expose a slight blue line of the diamond underneath, and huffs, turning away.

He’ll have to call up Ranboo or something later to see if anyone wants an old set of netherite armor. He has no use for it, anymore.