#tw: fat-shaming

[griseldabanks]

For the WIP game, would you tell me about "See Through My Eyes" and "As My Own Soul", please?

See Through My Eyes is...hmm, maybe I'll just give you a cryptic excerpt, because it should be obvious immediately what it's fanfiction of ;) This is how the fic will begin:

I'm with you to the end of the line.... “Heart rate is 60 bpm. Neurological activity beginning to spike.” “Increase the en-sed to 80%. I'm almost done, then we'll stitch him up.” Words bounced meaninglessly against his eardrums, along with a steady beeping sound that he felt he should recognize. The fog in his mind began to lift, fraying and unraveling like...like.... There was something important. Something he...needed to remember.... What was it? I'm...with you...to the...to.... He wanted to pry his eyes open, wanted to open his mouth and ask those muffled voices what it meant. But he felt something cold slither through his veins, and he sank into the dark fog of oblivion once more. I'm with you....

As My Own Soul is an original story about two brothers - David, who is ten, and his fourteen-year-old brother, Jonathan (see what I did there durr hurr hurr). It's meant to be a simple slice-of-life kind of story about these brothers and how the strength of their relationship helps them in the day-to-day struggles of life. With hopefully a few twists and turns along the way ;)

So far, I've only written one scene for it, in a random burst of inspiration one day that has had literally no follow-up so far XD My sister and I have talked about the possibility of collaborating and turning it into a visual novel, because this story just seems really suited to that format. But anyway, here - there are only four pages of this story written so far, but I already managed to fit an LotR reference into it:

“Hey, I can prove they don't know what they're talking about. Remember Lord of the Rings?” David nodded. Jonathan had read it to him last year, and then they'd borrowed the movies from the library. He'd watched them over and over until they had to go back. Maybe they should check them out again.... “Okay. Then think about Samwise Gamgee. He's a chubby little Hobbit. A gardener. Not a graceful Elf like Legolas, not a cool sword-wielding warrior like Aragorn. He doesn't have magic like Gandalf. But you know what? If it wasn't for him, the Ring would never have made it to Mordor. Some people say he's the true hero of the story. And did he ever stop to say, 'Oh well, I'm fat, guess I'll give up now'?” Despite himself, David giggled at the thought. Already, his heart felt lighter. Somehow, Jonathan always seemed able to make anything bearable. He swiped his hand across his eyes again. “So...are you saying that...I'm not fat?” Jonathan shrugged. “I'm saying, who cares if you're fat or not? Some lame guys at school think you're fat? So what? That's like the oldest insult in the book. Just goes to show you've got more creativity in your little toe than they could ever hope to have.” He could hear a wry smile in Jonathan's voice. “Of all people, I should know that.”

WIP Game

[lylahammar]

Weight loss is a completely morally neutral personal choice that anyone can make for any reason, but if you choose to lose weight because you hate your fat body, please do the internal work to get over that internalized fatphobia before or during your weight loss efforts. I’ve seen far too many fat people become skinny and immediately turn their internalized fatphobia outwards, and it’s a bad time for everyone. If you have to keep the weight off through a strictly maintained diet and exercise, it’s pretty much inevitable that you will gain some weight back at some point in your life (likely more than you had in the first place if yo-yo dieting is in play), and you will find that all the hatred you projected at the fat community will come back to bite you in the ass with twice the power. Work on loving your fat self while you’re there, and if you choose to lose weight then work on continuing to love your old fat self. Life will feel much better for yourself and the fat people around you that way.

[pamgkrthwrites]

Imagine being Pro Hero Bakugou’s wife and falling pregnant. Neither of you want the world to know yet so you start wearing baggy clothes and going out less. But then some journalists calls you fat in one of his newest articles.

The next day, the public learns about how Bakugou tracked down the journalist, went to his office and beat the guy up. His PR team end up forcing you two to come out about you being pregnant and that’s why Bakugou was so mad.

[vxmpyree]

CHUBBY NIKTO. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-.

chubby nikto my beloved :] <3 \\ tw: mention of fat shaming / fatphobia (not from reader)

[ pp1 - frakkur ]

chubby! nikto who likes baking for his neighbor.

after retirement, he packed up his things and flew somewhere balmy and quiet. after a life of running guns and slaughtering the enemy, he wants something simple-- a life where he doesn't need to comprehend the minds of others entirely.

when he moves in, you come over all smiles, a dish of banana bread in your hands. it hurts to admit, but he really does like it-- loves it, even. the dish is licked clean and then scrubbed by his shaky hands as he considers you.

nikto decides that he must bake you something in return. when he isn't busy, he's at the library, perusing through forums of recipes and printing out digitized cookbooks. he doesn't stop until he has a thick binder of ideas and the librarian starts giving him uneasy looks.

he comes to your doorstep one afternoon, your empty dish in one hand and a mississippi mud pie in the other. and he nervously retells the tale of how he indulged in your baking, expecting you to scowl and say that someone his size shouldn't enjoy eating. but you laugh, pleasantly, not meanly, and say that it's fine, really.

you let him into your warm home, and let him sit at your table, not knowing how blood is perpetually etched into his hands. you cut him a slice of his own pie and sit with him. the radio hums as he chews, and birds chirp over the slow trickle of thoughts in his mind. maybe moving somewhere warm really was a good idea.

[lalunanymph]

𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈’𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔) — rin

syp — you know what they say about the correlation between a happy relationship and weight gain…

—tw. brief mentions of fat shaming, talks of weight, mentions of food, established relationship, bf!rin, dw it’s a lighthearted take on a normal occurrence in any healthy relationship <33

Rin comes back from practice grouchier than when he left home. 

You hear the door slamming, his cleats set down on the floor. You count his footsteps, hear them tracing a path from the living room into the kitchen where you’re standing, stirring a pot of soup. 

“Rinny,” you beam up into his placid expression. “Welcome home.”

He doesn’t give you a kiss or a hug like he usually does. 

Instead, his pout deepens, brows furrowing together. Sensing something wrong, you stop stirring the soup and pat your hands dry, concern suddenly eclipsing your neutral mood. 

“Baby?” 

Even though Rin was notoriously hard to read, years of dating him drew your attention to the twitch in his brow, the sullen dimple appearing in the left corner of his mouth.

He doesn’t draw out the suspense, words clip and curt.

“Coach said I gained some weight.” 

You blink. Rake your eyes up and down his defined biceps, hard abs and athletic figure. 

“Heh?” 

He unzips his jacket, tossing it onto the kitchen counter. “Yeah,” your 6 foot 4, pouting pro-player boyfriend mumbles. “Says my fat percentage jumped to 5%. Made me run a few laps.” 

“Oh,” you coo, trying hard not to smile. “Must have really sucked for you, huh?” 

His teal eyes glaze over your twin pout, and he narrows them. “Don’t make fun of me.” 

“I’m not,” you say, your smile growing wider. “Baby, I know what it’s like to be fat shamed. But, whatever your coach is seeing, I don’t. I think you’re still hot and super buff—like Spiderman.” 

Rin blows the air out from his cheeks, deflating them. You resist the urge to pinch the still lingering baby fat he carried from all those years ago in high school. “Spiderman was a twink.” 

You frown. “Bachira really needs to stop teaching you this lingo. It could be offensive to someone.” 

“Hm,” he grumbles. “S’true though. I wanna look like Superman.” 

Rin hears you walk across the hardwood floors. You take his face in your hands, pinching his cheeks to mould them into a smile. “I think you're Superman. You’re my superhero.” 

Cheekily, your grin was starting to infect his glaring expression. 

“‘Cept for when you forget to take out the trash. Then, you’re just a regular schmegular guy to me.” 

Rin’s scowl deepens. “Shut up.” 

You crinkle your nose. “That’s not what you said last night—ow!” 

He pinches your hip and you giggle as you stumble backwards. Despite himself, Rin’s moodiness breaks, your sunshine smile and bright eyes bringing him out from the darkest parts of his brain. He lunges for you, trapping you against the kitchen island. 

“Tell me I’m still sexy to you.” 

His demand was met by your soft scoff. 

“No. You just told me to fuck off.” 

“I told you to ‘shut up’.” 

“Sounded like a ‘fuck off’ to me.” 

“You’re insufferable.” His face came closer, and closer till you felt his lips brushing yours. You smile against his lips, kissing him back. 

Breaking it off for a bit, you mumble, “And you’re still sexy to me.” 

Rin sighs, stickily sweet and yearning for more of your love. 

Unfortunately, the pot bubbles over and you shriek, pushing him aside to salvage your jjigae. 

He looks at the mess you sop up, arms crossed across his chest. “I can’t eat that. Too much sodium.” 

You shoot him a glare. “Fine, then. Go and cook something for yourself.” 

Rin never expects you to refute him this fast. He dawdles, shooting you a few stares when your back turns from him. Eventually, the silence gets too loud and he sighs. 

“Isagi said something stupid.”

“When has he ever said something smart?” 

Rin fights back a smile at your sass. “Tch. He said guys who get into relationships… happy ones… tend to gain a bit of weight.” 

You stop stirring the pot. 

Rin bites on his cheek to keep a smile off his thin lips. You turn to him, pretending to be unaffected. 

“Oh? Yoichi-kun finally said something smart and true—” you emphasise. “—for the first time. I’m proud of him.” 

He looks too good in his compression shirt, biceps rippling and torso stacked with muscles that cling to the black fabric. You flush and look away, but he’s caught you. 

“So,” Rin walks towards you, arms coming to wrap around your waist. “Do you think that’s true?” 

A smile threatens to spread across your stupidly lovesick expression. “I guess so. Is this your way of saying you’re happy with me?” 

Rin’s not a man of many words, but you hear him loud and clear when he kisses your neck. 

You pretend you don’t feel your heart thrumming rapidly or the heat scorching your cheeks. “I’ll fill your bowl with konjac noodles instead. Can’t have Ego-san make you run around the field again.” 

Rin hums, and his arms remain loose around your waist. He may be a man of little words, but sometimes he would say something that made you wish you never had ears to begin with.

“So, have you gained weight throughout this relationship?” 

Quick as lightning, you turn towards him, waving the ladle in his face, soup droplets splattering onto the floor. 

“Don’t even go there, Itoshi.” 

“But—”

“Abubbubbub,” you tut. “Nope. Hard no. Keep quiet or else I’ll sabotage your diet with fried chicken.”

He gapes, wounded that you would bring up his kryptonite—one that he had discovered through late nights studying with you by his side. To think that you would be the one to bend Itoshi Rin’s unbreakable diet with greasy goodness was a power rush that could rival the world’s smuggest god complex. 

“Y/N—”

“I’m serious, Itoshi,” you say, completely serious. “Make yourself useful and get me some spring onion stalks from the chiller.”

He sighs, shuffling towards the fridge and opening it grouchily. “I’m kidding.”

“You better be.”

Suddenly, your arms are around him, and he turns to find you cornering him into the wall, your eyes twinkling with mischief. 

Rin’s heart skips a beat, and he prepares to put on a scowl that melts away into a tongue-tied, blushing mess when you murmur: 

“S’your turn—tell me I’m still sexy to you.” 

— rbs and feedback are appreciated !!

©️ lalunanymph

[diejager]

Can you do a chubby reader? Asking for me 👉👈

Unconditional Cw: body shame, fluff, protective Gaz, self-hate, tell me if I missed any.

You often wondered to yourself why Kyle was still with you, someone unlikable, someone unfitting of the universal standards, someone so clumsy and so self-conscious —someone so fat. You weren’t like him, an adonis walking in the human world, his beautiful brown eyes, so warm and adoring, his smooth skin in the prettiest shade of chocolate that had you salivating and his smile, oh did it make you swoon, eager to drop on your knees for a man like him to give you a second of his attention.

Yet you wouldn’t have to beg for him, to drop to te ground with pleas when he already did it, whispering lovely things to you while he kept his eyes on you, never fleeting towards anyone else as if you were his whole world —you were. He loved you; he adored you, willing to do anything for a smidgen of your time, a small, tender smile of your pretty lips, the softness of your thighs and your warm body, always keeping him safe in the cool, winter times. He made sure to voice his devotion, speaking loudly and proudly how he loved you, unbothered by the venomous and envious stares of picture-perfect women with a model-like complexion. You held a piece of his heart as much as he had yours.

You told yourself that you were just lucky to find yourself someone so accepting, and he would tell you that this was fate, that he was bound to find you and fall head over heels for you despite your imperfections and queerness. He placed you on a pedestal that he was unwilling to let you move from, the shining star in his life, the gem in his eyes. He was chivalrous, a gentleman in today’s standards, treating you so well and confessing his love whenever he could. He took you out and fought to pay for you, reasoning that he was better paid than you and that he had to since he was the one who invited you (despite your exasperated complaints about wanting to repay him without depending on him soo much).

Perhaps that’s why your appreciation bloomed so brightly in your heart in moments like these, his beautiful face screwed in an offended frown, brows pinched and lips curled down. He showed his annoyance through small ticks: gritting his teeth, playing with his hands or jerking his foot beneath the table, but they were so small, inconsequential that most people ignored it for his pretty face.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” The woman - stranger - who’d approached your table looked like a model, a slim hourglass bodice, swaying breasts and round hips. She walked with confidence, her face curled with an air of sensuality and pride, so sure of herself when she had a perfect body.

Despite Kyle’s unamused expression, his eyes dulling, she fluttered her lashes, beating her long, doe extensions, expecting him to tell her what she wanted to hear. She’d probably been given everything she’s ever wanted, using her seductive appearance to garner attention and material with lower men, lonely and tired men, but Kyle Garrick was none of them, he was soft, he was gentle and he was sympathetic, much more human than people would give him credit for, for being a SAS soldier.

“Yes, sorry,” his tone was mellow, hiding well his distaste for her blatant ignorance of you, pushing you aside to make herself the center of his attention. She liked basking in attention. “I’m on a date.”

Her expression tore between shock and offensiveness, hardly containing her scoff when she glanced at you, chubby cheeks, round eyes and softer curves than her sharpness. Her narrowed eyes and little sneer made you flush in embarrassment, the shame boiling in your guts with a destructive self-consciousness about your weight and appearance. You avoided her gaze, preferring to stare at your fumbling hands, fingers knotting together in a mix of anxiety and hate. Kyle caught that.

“Are you-”

“I bloody am,” it was blunt, coldly snapping at her. It shocked the both of you, your demure boyfriend changed for something vicious and guarding. His usually comfortable and easily-approachable character became tall and imposing, someone you wouldn’t want to anger as he completely ignored her in favour of reaching out for you, taking your hands in his soft and warm ones. “Excuse us, but we have places to go.”

Rounding the table, he walked you out, arm wrapped around your pudgy stomach, the rolls plush under his hold, kneading your hip in soothing comfort. He leaned over to place a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling at your avoiding eyes, flushed and oh, so in love with the man you dated.

“Don’t worry, darling. You’re the only one in my eyes.”

He brushed away that pretty girl for you. It made your heart throb hotly, something warm weighing on your chest. It didn’t hurt, rather, it soothed your ache and fears, washing away the dark clouds of doubt and hate that hung over you.

Perhaps you truly were fated to be together.

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[fancycroissantgothparty]

*Throws you off the snow sled*

[dionysianchub]

I've had this ongoing fantasy of being my office's communal pet pig. Everyone's blubbered up little toy to fatten, play with, and abuse to get their stress out and get through the day.

In the mornings come the sweets. Donuts, muffins, scones, and every sticky, sugary breakfast treat that can be carried in those familiar pink boxes gets delivered to my desk. People take turns shoving a few pastries in my mouth before wiping the sticky mess from their fingers onto my too-tight shirt, a couple of them give my belly a few firm slaps before heading to their desk to work. A few stay behind to watch me paw through the pastries, gorging myself as my chair creaks weakly as it struggles to support my growing weight. They have a betting pool going to see how much longer it can hold out.

At lunch time they come by with the unwanted scraps of their own meals, a few committed individuals packing full lunches just for the office pig. They marvel at my gluttony, treating me like the human garbage disposal I am, and watching in mixed pleasure and disgust as I eat everything they give me through heavy breaths and muffled burps. "Good job, fatass." they say, grabbing and shaking one of my overflowing rolls and watching my fat body ripple from the motion. A stray button flies off my shirt, and the person feeding me starts fingering the newly exposed gap in the fabric, prodding my plush blubber as they shove another large bite of food down my throat.

At the end of the day I'm waddling to get to my car, painfully stuffed and aroused from being used as everyone's tubby stress ball all day long, clothing barely hanging on, stretched over the too-full belly now hanging out the bottom of my shrinking shirt. And it's only Wednesday.

[dvorrak]

One man’s shame is the same man’s kink.

[doriandrifting]

Do ya'll think we're gonna get a Will vs. Vecna parallel to this scene in S5?

tw: fatphobia + homophobia

Mike: As long as we can still play, who cares?

Will: Really?

Mike: Yeah, totally. Let’s start a new party, you and me. *holds Will’s hand*

Will: *leans in*

Mike: Oh my god! I meant as a friend. You actually thought I could like someone as sick and disgusting as you? No matter how many stupid paintings you make...*Mike’s hand begins to change* What's wrong Will? I thought I was your heart!

Because the longer I look at this, the more I start to think it’s not going to be romantic…

[griseldabanks]

For the WIP game, As My Own Soul

Here, have an excerpt:

But finally the door slammed shut behind him and he was alone. The apartment was dark—of course it was; it was Tuesday, which meant Mom was working the late shift at the nursing home. Good. The last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone. “Hey, David, 'zat you?” How could he have forgotten? Of course Jonathan would be here when he got home. He always was. David tried to hurry past the kitchen to the left of the entryway, making a beeline for his bedroom. But before he could take two paces, he felt a tug on the top handle of his backpack, holding him in place. “Woah, hold your horses! It's my solemn duty to greet you with milk and cookies and ask how your day went when Mom's not here. C'mon, Davey, you know that.” What's the matter, Fatso? You could use the diet anyway, Davey. David yanked out of Jonathan's grip without looking back. “Don't c-call me that!” he said, the words bursting out in a horrible croaking voice that made it completely obvious he was crying. Choking down a sob, David ran with all his might for the bedroom and slammed the door behind himself.

WIP Game

[lylahammar]

this fat liberation month I'm wishing for every british author to be visited by the ghosts of fatphobic characters they've written past present and future

[jay-wasreblogging]

Silver blaze proving that Sherlock loves every animal...except Archie.

[4bor]

st4rv1ng for nothing

i feel so helpless when i eat after trying to st4rve myself for an extended amount of time. i feel so ugly and fat.

i need to list down why i want to st4rve, and my goals so i can keep on track. my goal is to lose weight and love myself, and feel confidence for once.

please don't report, or try and take this account down. this is my diary and this is where i can put my thoughts down and find comfort.

my reasons why

i want to appear more attractive

i want to be shown affection for my body instead of just personality

losing weight will make my attractive features stand out more

i want to have less face fat

it won't be humiliating having to do physical exercises in public

it won't be as embarrassing to consume any foods in public, i won't look like a pig

no more needing to overthink about what people think/say about me and my body

more self confidence

i will finally love my body

it will be easier to look for clothing that i like that fits in my size

feeling fine, trying on clothes in stores without having to worry about getting a size up

feeling comfortable while being lifted/carried

i want to look small, delicate, innocent, adorable next to my partner

i want to be looked up upon, instead of being made fun of and humiliated for my size

people to care for my wellbeing and my health

a chance in life to be treated with care, love, and for somebody to look out for me and check if i'm okay

a more desirable body.

i hope i can see some progress in myself and also use tumblr as a safe space for me! my 3d journey.

[2manyturbos]

So when's the baby due?

"Oh fuck off!!"

[sunnydust2003]

Vent:

I don't like my own body.

I want my body become a beautiful like everyone else but i'm just chubby.

They used skinny shame but now, they keep fat shame on me so much.

I'm really want lost my chubby weight, so i can become beautiful like everyone else.

But i guess, it's not going happened or anytime.

I will just stuck be as chubby person.

I'm trying tell my mom about i want go to gym and lost my weight and she's promised about this but she's keep lying.

I wish my body was beautiful.