#sorry that was the spoilery tag

[sporco-filth]

Halloween Costume Curse - Chapter 2

Ok I guess I lied. I wrote this today after I just said I wasn't in the mood.

In fairness, this has to be the coldest I have written a slob story. I mean, I wrote this one two-handed which I pretty much never do.

It's also not that slobby and maybe it's a little too story-focused but I'm not sacrificing narrative quality for increased concentration of slob stuff. There's slob stuff, but it's a long chapter and it's spread out a bit.

Things will get hotter in the next chapter. That is 100% a one-handed story.

Synopsis: Jason wakes up after the Halloween party and finds himself transformed into a fat slob. He hopes it's just a bad dream, but everything seems to suggest this is his reality. Maybe one of his friends can help shed light on things...

"Ugh… my head…" Jason rubbed his eyes. The afternoon sun peeked through the shutters and he grimaced. He'd drunk way too much the night before and was paying for it now. "I barely remember anything," he muttered. His mouth tasted terrible, and his breath smelt even worse, like stale beer. He knew he should get up and try to clean himself up but he felt so sluggish and tired, all he wanted to do was sleep. It must've been all that alcohol and partying, he thought. I overdid it a bit, I guess. He tried to get up, but his body felt… bigger, and softer. He looked down and rubbed his blurry eyes. "Oh, that stupid fat suit," he muttered. "I must've fallen asleep in it." With a bit of effort, he managed to overcome his rebelling limbs and the bulk of the costume and stumbled out of bed. It feels a lot heavier than it did last night… His stomach growled in hunger. He couldn't recall the last time he ate, but his bladder was a little more insistent and he decided to deal with that first. Heading into the bathroom, he undid his fly and went to remove his costume, but… "What the fuck?" He felt his body. "There's no way…" He looked up into the mirror and saw it. It was true: he was now fat. Despite his headache, Jason's mind raced. He had no idea what was going on. "I must be dreaming," he said to himself, clutching his forehead. "This is all some sort of dream. Did that fucking Darius bring some shit to the party? Am I just hallucinating?" Whatever it was, the pressing need to pee was real. He sat down and tried to think. OK, well this all seems real, he thought, feeling the folds of fat and sagging lovehandles. A weird thought came to mind. What if this is reality and the old life I remember was the dream… He shook his head. No, it couldn't be: he had no memories of being fat.

When he was done, Jason's head has cleared enough that he could properly take in his surroundings. He'd never been that great at keeping house, he'd never seen the point in dusting or making the bed, but he had never been this bad: Take-away boxes, chip wrappers and empty soft drink bottles littered the room; the bedsheets looked like they hadn't been washed in years, and reeked of stale sweat and farts; and spread across the floor were his clothes, all covered in what he hoped were just food stains. What was weirder was they weren't his clothes, or at least, not any he'd bought and they were all much, much bigger than his normal size. Staring at the mess, his stomach grumbled again. Hunger was beginning to gnaw at his mind, but there was something he had to do first. He went back into the bathroom and found his scales. He stood on it and watched the numbers steadily rise. "Fuck," he swore. "138 kilos." (to save any Americans in the audience the effort, that's ~304 lbs) As he stood there, staring at the empirical evidence of his new form, he heard his gut crying out for food once more and decided that maybe if he'd be a little more clear-headed with something in his stomach.

The kitchen was just as filthy as his bedroom, if not worse. There was a leaning tower of pizza boxes so high he could charge tourists to come see it, the sink was full of murky water in which dirty plates and bowls floated like the carnage of a shipwreck, and every surface was coated with a layer of grease and grime and crumbs. Putting that aside, he opened the fridge. The only thing in there was a bottle of beer and two packets of sauce. OK, that's actually pretty normal, he thought. Jason had a habit of forgetting to go shopping, but surely there was something edible around here. He opened the pantry and found it was, thankfully, stocked with food, but when he looked more carefully he saw it was all junk food. "Who eats this shit?" he wondered aloud. Sure, Jason would indulge occasionally on nights out with the boys, but he was a personal trainer; he had to keep himself in shape and his diet at home was meticulous. The collection of empty calories, salty snacks and sugary sweets was a far cry from what he usually ate. With nothing better to eat, he opened a pack of doughnuts and began to chomp away at them. His stomach capacity seemed to be larger than it had before, further proof the change was real, and he soon found himself having eaten them all. "BEELLCHH, excuse me." Jason opened the bin to throw the packet away, but finding it full, he decided to just toss it wherever. After all, the place was already a pigsty.

Just then, an idea came to him. "That's it! I'll call the guys. Maybe they'll know something that can help explain what the hell is happening here." He pulled out his phone and rang Brad. He didn't answer. Jason tried again. After the third attempt, Brad finally picked up. "Eh, Jase," he murmured. "Bro what's… what's up mate?" "Hey, Brad, OK this is gonna sound crazy but I woke up today and I'm a fucking fatass." "Uh… uhuh…" Brad slurred. "I mean, I wasn't fat yesterday, right, so what the fuck happened last night?" "Huh?" "I mean, I'm not fat, but I am now. What happened?" "Jason," Brad sighed. "I've got a fucking massive headache and I'm hungover and you're just saying fucking words man. Like I don't get what the fuck your saying. I mean, what is your question?" "How did this happen? I'm fat! Did Darius spike my drink or something? Am I hallucinating?" "Bro, chill. I'm… I got no idea and I don't think I… yawn ugh, I haven't got a fucking clue. I dunno call Darius if you think he's… I honestly I don't remember what you said. Hey do you think―" Jason hung up. It didn't seem he would be getting anything useful from Brad anytime soon. He dialled Darius' number. "Hey, Darius, quick question." "It better be quick," Darius said. "I'm kind of in the middle of something buddy." Jason her a female voice giggling in the background. "Sorry, but I can't remember last night at all." "Yeah, it was a wild one." "You didn't bring anything, you know…" "I did, but only enough for me Why?" "Well, I'm like… fat. And I didn't go to bed fat, so I don't understand what's going on." Jason could hear the woman's voice again, this time asking Darius a question. Darius covered the receiver, his voice becoming muffled as he answered her. "Listen, Jason, I can't deal with your fat fuck problems today, all right mate? I've got more important shit to do. Call Light n' Easy or something I don't fucking know." Before Jason could say another word, Darius had hung up. Jason frowned. It almost sounded like Darius already knew he was fat. He shook his head, maybe he just wasn't paying attention. He decided to try one more person: Hayden.

"Hey, Jason," Hayden answered. "How are ya?" "Alright, alright…" he paused. "Say, Hayden, do you remember last night?" "Well, I'm still a bit hungover, and my memory's a little hazy, but yeah, mostly, why?" Jason explained his story: waking up, the mirror, the scale, the house, the phone calls. "And it seems like even Darius thinks I was already fat. I mean, there's no way I went from being fit to fat overnight: it's ridiculous." Hayden laughed long and loud. "Oh, man, that is ridiculous! That's the funniest shit I've heard all year!" Jason smiled. "I'm glad that someone else agrees that it's impossible." Hayden caught his breath. "Yeah, no shit it's impossible: you've been a fat blob for years." "Very funny. Stop fucking with me Hayden." "I'm not," Hayden replied, chuckling. "Wow, you really must've overdone it at the party." Jason's face dropped. "Hey, I'll be over in… a half hour? If you want?" Hayden continued. Not sure what to say, and still reeling, Jason just said OK and hung up. Maybe in person they could sort things out.

"There's no way I've been fat for years…" he muttered. He opened his photo app, hoping there he'd find evidence of his former body. Scrolling through all the photos of boys' nights out and overseas holidays he saw himself but he was different: in every single photo he was fat. "What the fuck…" he scrolled furiously. Here was one from a year ago, at Kyle's birthday: Jason looked like a pig, his shirt barely holding on as his bulging body pushed at the seams, the tight fabric making him look like an overfilled sausage about to burst from its casings. "What's up with Hayden?" he wondered. In most of the candid pictures, Hayden seemed to have his eye on Jason or would be touching him in a way that seemed a little too friendly. But Jason put this out of his mind; there was something more concerning: all of his gym selfies, the footage of him working out that he used to post online to show off his adonic body, had gone and in their place were endless photos and videos of his fat belly, of him stuffing his mouth with food or drinking litres of soft drink. He furrowed his brow. Maybe this was all some sort of elaborate Halloween prank all is friends were in on. Maybe these photos were all fake, after all, with photoshop and AI shit, you can make any nonsense look real. Jason decided he needed an impartial witness. He rang his gym. "Good afternoon," a chirpy voice said. "How can I help you?" "Hi, I'm Jason, Jason Adams. I wanted to make sure I'm a member of your gym." "No worries, may I ask why?" "It's… complicated." The woman put him on hold for a minute. "Hmm… there's no Jason Adams in our membership list." Jason rubbed his brow. "But I work there, I'm one of the personal trainers!" "Hang on…" she hummed as she looked again. "Nope, still nothing." "Please, surely I'm on the records! I've been going to this gym for ten years!" "OK, calm down sir, I'll check the past member records." A tense few minutes of waiting followed. "Yep! Found you: Jason Adams. You joined us ten years ago and then it says here you quit five years later." "I… see…" "I'm not sure why you think you were a personal trainer here though… Perhaps it was a different gym?" "Yeah, maybe… Anyway, thanks for checking." He hung up and sighed. Either this was the most elaborate prank ever or it was real life. He looked around his house and then at himself. "I guess it is real life: I'm a slob." As he sat there, trying to come to terms with this change, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Hayden:

almost there picked up something along the way 😈

What the? What's with that emoji? With a growing sense of dread, Jason scrolled up to read their previous exchanges. His eyes widened; his mind spun. No. No way. No fucking way is that possible.

Just then, the door unlocked and in walked Hayden. He has a set of keys to my house, Jason's mind raced. How does he have the keys to my house? In Hayden's hands was a white box. "Hey, sorry to make you wait," he smiled. "You ready?" "Hayden," Jason said, voice shaking. He stood up, balancing himself by holding onto the table. "What's going on here?" Hayden shook his head. "Man you really got messed up last night. I knew you drank a lot but usually you can handle your alcohol better." He chuckled and placed the box down on the table. "OK piggy, sit down." "I'm not going to sit down." Jason stared at Hayden, feeling his blood pumping in his ears. Hayden smirked. "Oh is my little piglet being rebellious now?" His face darkened. "I said, sit down you fucking slob." A weird sensation ran down his spine and, despite his previous bravado, Jason sat. "Good." Hayden opened up one of the boxes, revealing the brightly coloured cupcakes inside. Jason knew what was coming next. "Hayden, I'm serious. I'm straight, and so are you. What the fuck are you doing?" Hayden laughed, taking one of the elaborately iced cupcakes out of the box. "Bro, what are you on about? We've been fucking since first year uni." This assertion hit Jason like a blow, but Hayden continued. "Sure, it was just casual flings here and there," he said, licking a bit of icing off his thumb. He looked Jason in the eye with a smouldering gaze. "But once you started to put on weight and become more and more of a lazy slob, well, it wasn't like you had anyone else who'd be willing to fuck you," he grinned. "Aand lucky for you, I enjoy having a pet hog." "Hayden, please," Jason begged. "I'm fit, I'm a fucking PT for crying out loud." Hayden laughed even harder than before. Soon he was bent doubled over, wiping his eyes. "Oh wow, sorry," he said, catching his breath. "Phew, sorry I didn't realise we were role playing today. You need to warn me beforehand." "I'm not fucking role playing what the fuck is going on here?" "You seriously don't remember any of it?" Hayden said, putting the cupcake back down. "The past five years?" jason shook his head. "No." Hayden sat down down in the chair across from him. "I'm kinda groggy still anyway so maybe a bit of storytime won't be too bad. The food's not going to go cold, though not like that'd stop you scarfing it down, would it?" When Jason didn't respond to this, Hayden shrugged and began his story.

[insertdisc5]

How much of the core audience of isat will crossover with project ts?

th... the.... the sifloop enjoyers. i think. but i think the isafrin enjoyers will find their happiness here also. yeah. thats what i think

[zishuge]

the first time lingling calls him nanzhu The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 22

[sunnfish]

[ID: A digital illustration of Sissel from Ghost Trick. He is shown from a lower angle, as if the viewer were looking up at him. He has a hand close to the viewer and clutching a glowing soul core. His other hand is in his pocket, and he has a serious expression on his face. The background is the clock that appears when you time travel in the game, consisting of a glowing red clock face and glowing red lines radiating from it on a black background. The art style mimics that of the game’s, with sharp black lines and shading. The color palette is mostly red, with some light blue radiating from the soul. The artist’s signature “sunnfish 2023” is written on his leg. /End ID]

Change your fate.

[silvergarnet12]

Frostbite.

[bigfootsmom]

tease/tidbit tuesday

life has really enjoyed making everything happen at once so i have not really been a person on here or had a lot of time to write :(( BUT! I did manage to write 1.5k of a 8x01 coda fic in a blur! thank you @tizniz for the tag <3 <3 <3

Buck doesn’t move, staring unblinking at the dull red until his vision blurs.

The scent of blood is metallic and cloying, the air thick and sticking where it coats the back of Buck’s tongue, clinging to the inside of his throat until he has to swallow back bile. It settles on his prickling skin, making him itch. Buck scratches at his chest, his throat. He sweeps his palms roughly down his arms, brushing away invisible flakes of dried blood. Distantly, like looking through a dirty window, Buck notices that his hands are shaking.

Something goes tight in Buck’s chest, squeezing around his lungs and forcing his heart up into this throat.

He feels dirty. He needs to leave— he needs… he needs to go home.

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[milkbreadtoast]

posting in case ppl havent seen this before..!! official idol au art... this is one of my fav things ever i screamed for like a good 5 hrs when i first saw this... EDIT: ok so this was official art for april fools day 2022!!!

[chaoticgoodthief]

More STP Thoughts

So I did this thing earlier but now I'm thinking... There's games that the voices would play... but then there's something else that I can't stop thinking about. What would be the most interesting game characters for the voices to be? Say that after the Construct shatters, they're all thrown into being their own Player Character of different games.

Contrarian is probably the easiest in my mind. Stanley from The Stanley Parable, same as he would probably enjoy playing. It's a game in which he is in a constant loop of disobeying the whims of an angry British Narrator with a capital N who has very strong opinions on what the correct path is. And would be fun to try pull him out of there, because I'd bet my life savings that the Narrator would guilt-trip him about it. And *eyes my TSP ships* it might get a bit... awkward.

Opportunist, a voice that I didn't have any clue what to do with before but now have the perfect idea. Lamb from Cult of the Lamb. Manipulative, obeying a higher deity but ultimately self-serving, made a deal in exchange for his own freedom only to (potentially) disobey when his own life is at stake. Originally was planning for Broken in this role because of the whole Priest to a cruel god, but Opportunist just works better. A really inflated ego from defeating and enslaving a god plus things turning out extremely beneficial to him will make he really hard to convince to leave.

Cold... well, there are multiple options here. I'm not going with Flowey because I think he just doesn't have it in him to be that chirpy, even as an act. Although that would be funny for the other voices to deal with... Instead, I'm going to go with Batter from OFF. It's not as big of a game as the others, but I really think it works. Think Genocide Route Frisk, but there's no other choice but to kill everything. Wipe the world of any life at all, do whatever it takes to complete his task, no matter who has to die to achieve it. Getting him to stop trying to "purify" the voices for long enough to listen to them would be one of the hardest parts, but at least he can't attack during dialogue.

Paranoid is another one that I didn't really have any ideas on until lately. But now I have the Doorman from That's Not My Neighbor. Sure, there's a bit of a more Skeptic role with the whole question them until they reveal the truth, but I think it still works. I mean the whole Nightmares and distrust of what's real and what's fake... it was a tough choice but ultimately Paranoid works a bit better in a horror setting than Skeptic. And getting him out of there. Oh, I don't even know how the other voices will drag him out of his safe little office.

Smitten... Oh, Smitten I'm so sorry. The unnamed protagonist of Doki Doki Literature Club! Has good intentions (just falling in love with a girl), believes he's in a romance story until too late. I wouldn't be surprised if this scars him for life. I'm not sure if he would even make it to the end before breaking down completely. He doesn't even have Cold to do all the emotional repression for him. Even if he is probably the easiest to convince into leaving, getting him to even be responsive again would probably be a struggle.

Hero would probably be the one having to convince to others to leave, to be honest. Sorry buddy. Someone has to do it and I'm afraid you are just the best fit for the role. At least LQ might be there to help you. Might.

I'm not really familiar with any games that work well for the other voices so please let me know your thoughts if you have any ideas! The more painful the better 😈

Edit 1 (suggestion from an anon ask):

Broken as the protagonist from Do Not Take This Cat Home. Gosh, this was so perfect. The game is literally a metaphor for abusive relationships, he's trapped in a endless loop repeatedly meeting his abuser and dying by their whims. He's lonely, desperate, and just wanting a companion and to make that companion happy with him. Please take him out. He's going need to be dragged kicking and screaming because he is very likely not going to be able to get the good ending by himself.

Edit 2 (Another anon suggestion 😈):

Cheated as the player in Buckshot Roulette. Wow. A lot of the voices work really well in other indie horror games and Cheated is no different. There is nothing but the game. A Russian roulette game with multiple twists and changes, but at the end of the day that same back and forth of each one trying to win. Back and forth and back and forth. Trying to use new tricks to win the same game. One of them has to die. But no matter who does, neither truly wins. Will he even want to leave until the game is "over"? Probably not. Please drag him out, he's going mad trying to win a loser's game. I love this.

Edit 3 (More anon suggestions yay!!!):

Hunted as the Slugcat from Rain World. Literally trapped in an endless circle of death and rebirth, escaping getting eaten, killed by the elements, or starving to death. I've said about every single suggestion, but I honestly think this fits extremely well. There are even little changes to the story you can make dependent on which path you chose! (Monk, Survivor, Hunter). Will also probably attack whoever tries pull him out because cat > bird and I think that's funny so that's also a win :D

Edit 4 (Suggestion from @gallus-mundus):

Skeptic as the player from Exit 8. Hahahaha wow almost none of the voices actually left the horror genre, did they? But YES. This works so well for him. Sure, the deductions are very limited, but it's not really like he did that many in the game to be honest. His chronic overthinker ass is not beating the game (read: chaining yourself to the wall, you absolute dumbass). There's a time limit, even if he does manage to figure out the trick to escaping I really don't think he is going to make it out alone. At least he should be reasonably easy to convince to leave compared to the rest...

Edit 5

Stubborn as V1 from Ultrakill. Finally, another voice that escape the horror genre! Not a perfect fit, but pretty neat in my humble opinion. Literally running on bloodshed, a sense of duty/purpose to fight, but often also characterised as someone that enjoys the fight itself. And... *Side-eyes at Gabriel/V1* yeah, that type of relationship looks... familiar. Good luck getting him out of there, he's discovered the wonderous world of modern weaponry. (Alternatively, if he's taken out at the end of the game... yeah probably not in that good of an emotional state either.)

WOOOO YEAH FINALLY DONE!!! THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR HELP!!!

[filurig]

some letters between arvo and folke, taking place post-pareidolia, during arvo's artistic exploration i posted a little about earlier...

[muninnhuginn]

Thinking about how Bodies (2023) uses "representation" in such an intentional way. Every one of the four protagonists has an aspect about them which heavily affects how they relate to the era they live in. And how all four of them are police despite or even because of that.

Hillinghead. Gay in the Victorian era. He's defensive enough about it that he actively tries to arrest Henry when he finds incriminating photographs that display Henry's own sexuality. Hillinghead can't afford to let anything like that slip because what if it reflects back on him? Reflects back on his family, who he does care for dearly. He joined the police to hide and he plays the part for years until he realises what he may have missed out on.

Karl. Jewish in the 1940s. Changes the name he goes by to a name that sounds more stereotypically English, not because it's something he wants to be called, but so that he blends in. He hasn't been to the synagogue in years but he still knows where it is and he still returns there when he's not sure where else he can go. He's personable, but ultimately, not particularly trusting. And yet, he bonds with Esther almost immediately - a shared background goes a long way.

Shahara. Muslim in the 2020s. Is heavily aware of how race and perceived religion make a situation more dangerous when the police are involved. Is strong-armed by superiors into trying to approach Muslim witnesses because "only she is in the position to" and they know that she ultimately wants to help. She can't afford to refuse when she knows the consequences if she doesn't.

Iris. Disabled in the 2050s. This is a time where it's implied the world has largely left aside conflict relating to sexuality or religion. But despite mobility aids being available in her time, they're only available to those who "contribute". She has internalised the idea that she must sacrifice her autonomy to the state in order to live a life similar to an abled person, and that she must be thankful for this opportunity. Her brother had the same choice as her though, and he chose differently.

[arytha]

[ID from ALT: Digital fanart of Perradat and her pope Lady Dusty from Full Server First Kill by Nian Zhong. Perradat's head rests serenely in a bouquet of white flowers, held aloft and supported by Lady Dusty from behind. Her golden hair spills out of the bouquet, and her blue eyes sparkle faintly. The paper wrapping the bouquet gives the illusion of a halo. Lady Dusty is a larger woman dressed in a pleated black dress, with a black veiled hat with melted black, lightless candles and white flowers on the rim. Looming behind the two is a headless body, a vaguely girl-in-a-dress shaped form in grey that's much taller than Lady Dusty, and almost melts into the black background. The art is framed with gold. End ID]

The God of Fate, Perradat

[spinecurlingmice]

just watched theee best movie ever oh my god whats up with shit trying to push me to tears this year!!!!!!!!! the wild robot btw. genuinely got really emotional and had to hold my face all stiff to not cry UGHHHH SO GOOD. watch it if u can nnn.. not only was it just so fucking gorgeous visually but writing wise too . like oh my WORDDD??? oh my god. ill shut up. no spoilies but UGH the progression was so good it was so good . so emotional ugh... cute as shit though

gooo watch the wild robot it is soo good. it was so good.

[six-improbable-things]

I will say, it's really funny how much got glossed over at the end of season two of Black Sails. Like, I 100% know what they were going for, and it was probably the right choice to not bog us all down with details after such intense moments, but I will never not find it funny how it's never discussed that Vane and Flint have to share a ship for weeks, or that the Walrus somehow was damaged to the point of no longer being seaworthy at the bay where the gold was. Idk, I just find it really amusing.

Again, I know that it was the right choice for pacing and ending a season on an interesting note, but there's so much room for weird and interesting stuff to have happened over that time... I'd LOVE to know what happened, yk? (Though I suppose for people who read fanfic, that's what fanfic's for. Filling in the gaps left by canon.)

(No spoilers past the end of season 2, please!! <3)

[elftism]

fun fact about library of ruina on steam deck:

The UI doesn't scale to the screen but the dialogue text does lol

edit: this is because I had the game on 864 x 486 resolution LOL ignore this

[heirtotheempire]

The Bad Batch season 3 has been interesting thus far. I really liked episodes 1-7 and I've nothing particularly bad to say about any of those episodes. But honestly episode 8, and after today, episode 9, it's once again gotten to be a bit of a pain to get through. Maybe I'm just too much of a Crosshair guy, idk. Today's episode especially irked me but last time I discussed the topics it delves into I got some pissy people in my notes and I'd rather avoid that this time around.

[last0bread]

I'm watching the boy and the heron for the first time right now

Wtf is wrong w that bird