#tw; body dysmorphia

[gor3sigil]

If you're all about body positivity but make fun of men with hairline receiding or bald, fat, with a beer belly etc, no you're not.

Pretty sick and tired of seeing people laugh and trash men who are not tall skinny queer looking white dudes and be like "everyone is beautiful" in the same breath.

[whatcha-thinkin]

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[somnoir]

As a prompt Danny after he enters Gotham for any suddenly starts growing again for the first time since the portal incident and his body instead of slowly again decides to catch up all the missing years of growing at once so Danny goes from still looking 14 to suddenly having his father's height and looking his actual age.

Growing pains.... Literally

Since his death, Danny hasn't really... Grown. His parents think he's a late bloomer, that he'll grow later in life. But it's been four years since he's died and he hasn't grown a single inch in that time.

Frostbite is kind enough to tell me that... Well... He's stuck.

He's stuck in this form until something affects his physical form. Amity, even though it's considered the most haunted place in earth, doesn't have enough ambient ectoplasm for Danny. There are too many ghosts from the realm that feed of it, too many nevermores that need it to exist. Amity feeds it's ghosts but it doesn't have enough for a halfa like him.

When he moved to Gotham for the aerospace program (plus the scholarship) he doesn't expect much from it. People still question him about his age, it almost ends with him flinging his ID and birth certificate on people and cussing them out on his height.

He had even started exploring the city. There was this one cafe he found and the owner, Lily, was an absolute angel! With a shotgun. And he met a lot of people in Lily's Eden Cafe, like this weird kid that apparently dropped out of high school. Now, Danny ain't one to judge, so he's pretty okay with Tim. Except for the fact that he was so cool and smooth on a skateboard. Danny wanted one too.

Almost a week after moving, he's suffering. His body hurts, everything aches. It's as if something inside of him was trying to break out and it's making his bones strain. Everything about it hurts.

Many days passed of Danny being delirious from the pain, barely able to register what he was doing. A week and it's like he spent a coma walking around while his consciousness was asleep, practically dead by the lack of his memories.

The next time he woke up, it's been a week since he blacked out from the pain.

There's music in the background, almost familiar. The beat is something he heard Ember compose before his eighteenth birthday, then it was practically blasted through our the Ghost Zone when the day actually came.

"Shhh! Turn that racket down!"

"Hell nah! He likes it, see?"

"The little king seems.... To......change... Gotham..."

His eyes snapped open, gasping when he saw multiple pairs of eyes looking down at him.

"He's alive!"

Danny's instincts took over in that second and he's sending a blast of ecto towards the sudden scream. More screaming. Too much screaming. His head hurt.

"Holy shit, baby pop!"

He takes a moment before he's recognizing Ember... And the hole on his wall... And his glowing hand. Shit.

"Woah, woah! Calm down."

In Danny's confused state, he could barely register Kitty and Johnny in the room. Oh, and Shadow too. But still...

"I— What happened?" He groaned, blinking slowly. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

His voice... OH MY GOD HIS VOICE! Why was it so deep?! What was wrong with his voice? Did he have a cold or something? Or maybe it's just his morning voice—

"Congrats on your dawning!" Johnny congratulated, grinning like a madman.

"What?" ooh, that was weird, "What the heck is an dawning?"

"Ooh, baby pop!" Ember cooed, "Forgot that our little king is still pretty new to being all ghost. C'mon now, baby. Mama Ember will teach you all about ghost puberty."

"GHOST WHAT?!"

Ghost puberty was a thing apparently. He had hauled himself into the Far Frozen after yelling at the four ghosts to steal him some clothes that would actually fit him. Because his entire body felt wrong... So wrong.

He was taller now. Having shot up from 5'4" to a whopping 6'2". Everything still hurt and now all his clothes didn't even fit! Nothing looked right when he'd looked at the mirror. He was almost as tall a shis dad now—he looked almost exactly like his dad now actually. It was almost terrifying how much he resembled his dad. If he went to visit now, he's sure that his mother would have a heart attack from how quickly he had grown.

"Frostbite!" Danny practically growled and oooh... Yeah, now it sounded differently to whenever he'd end up snarling. The deepness of his voice almost intimidated him.

"Great one!" The yeti greeted, looking utterly ecstatic to see him. "Ah, I see you've finished your dawning. I offer my sincerest congrats, your majesty."

"Yeah, yeah. The fuck is a Dawning?"

Frostbite blinked, before his expression morphed into a grim one. "Oh dear... I had thought that the Observants would have deigned to explain this too you upon your coronation... Well, let us sit then, great one. This will be a long one."

To summarize it all, Ghost puberty.

A Dawning was a time every ghost went through, so long as there was enough ambient ectoplasm around them to help their forms morph into their preferred appearances. Usually, a ghosts appearance to their own mentality. Their maturity.

Apparently, Young Blood already went through a Dawning but remained in his child-like form due to his own mental age. He was a child in heart, mind, soul, and body.

Meanwhile... Danny who was still alive yet also dead, had followed on with his mental maturity. His body morphed, it changed, it adapted to how he saw himself, how he desperately wanted to become deep down in his core.

And this Danny Fenton was a 6'2" giant trying to control all his limbs that were suddenly too long, too heavy. Everything felt strange....

Tim Drake's favorite cafe was known for being neutral ground for both rogues and vigilantes. You don't fuck around Lilian's cafe or else she'll pull out a rifle and shoot you dead. So if course, Tim fucking loved the place.

Actually, many people frequented it.

He's familiarised himself with the faces of a lot of people by then. Even that scrawny new kid that arrived three weeks ago. Tim remembers Danny for how enthusiastic he was about going to collage, not even minding the madness of Gotham itself. It was like he thrived in it.

He waves at Lilian after ordering his usual, taking a seat in the corner before he's whipping out his laptop. Duke and Steph arrive soon after, immediately ordering before going off to join Tim.

Mundane things, something they all seemed to appreciate more.

The bell rings, more customers arrive and—

"Danny! Holy hell, what happened?"

Tim paused, immediately snapping his eyes towards— WHAT THE FUCK?!

Steph whistled, "Hot damn..."

Danny Fenton was a scrawny young man, shorter than Tim. Even more slim.

But whoever the hell entered the cafe was 6'2", almost as muscled as Jason, and slouching like Clark—as if he was in the wrong body. He almost dropped his drink if not for Duke gently guiding his hand down.

"Hey, Lils..."

God, what the fuck was that? What was happening? Who the hell was this awkward adonis with a voice as deep as the fucking ocean?

"Tim?" Duke waved his hand over his eyes, "Timothy? Timbers?"

"Duke, leave him alone. He's gone, never coming back." Steph snickered, shaking her head before her eyes went back to Danny, who was stuttering as he tried to order what he wanted. "But damn if I wouldn't act the same. Shoot your shot—"

Shoot his fucking shot he did.

"Hey Danny..." Tim slid up to him with a smile.

Danny blinked—woah was he tall and practically built like a fucking fridge—before his eyes brightened and a smile joined his expression.

"Hi Tim!"

Was this how Bruce felt like when he saw Clark?

Masterpost

[sn00kiisstuff]

Body dysmorphia literally got me feeling like i look like this😭

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Geography Lessons”

[unfortunately-still-alii]

When i call myself fat and they don't disagree

[iloveroblox9708]

[bonesandbluud]

To be Angelic is to be Thin

angels are pure light, the most innocent beings. angels exist by consuming sunshine and caffeine. if you want to feel angelic then you need to be empty. Angels do not stuff their faces, they do not hide to go eat. they dont think about food all the time. angel get rest and enjoy flying together in pairs. angels never weigh more than 125. angels can fast for 2+ days and not even realize. to be angelic is to be thin, to be small and empty and pure. untouched.

stop eating and you could be angelic, too.

[gilverrwrites]

🏖️, 🍪, 🍌, 🚗, 🛁, 📸, 😺, 🎶, 🛏️, 💌 with jason, please? ❤️❤️

and: ⏰️🚗🎉 for Jason, pretty please?🥺🙏 (@k0t0ke) and: 💌 and 😸 for Jason Todd please! (anon) and: I'm not sure if you did all this with Jason 🛁😴🍌🌹(anon) and: 💦🐱🚗🎉with Jason please (anon) Man, ya'll are down bad for this man.

🏖️ sex on the beach headcanon

Ha! It’s not happening. I’m sorry but beach sex is a no-go. Jay hates to take his clothes off in public. He doesn’t want people to perceive him when he’s fully dressed, let alone when he’s vulnerable. On top of that, he’s wearing combat boots and a leather jacket in all climates, you’ll give him heatstroke trying to ride that man on a beach.

You’d have a much better look taking him to a secluded cottage in the woods or a log cabin in the mountains. He’d rather get hypothermia from letting the snow soak through his cargo pants while you’re rolling around in it, than have to spend the rest of eternity cleaning sand out of his socks. He’ll take his clothes of with you in front of the fire while you're clothes are drying.

��� an after sex snack

Something high in carbs and protein, sex is a form of workout after all. Jerky, trail mix. He’s a big fan of celery dipped in peanut butter.

Or if it’s a cheat day, he’s 100% ordering a sack full of bat-burgers and a chocolate milkshake, plus whatever you want.

🍌 sex toy headcanon

He's never actually been all too curious about sex toys, at least not enough to look into them himself. But when you suggest it, or better yet, he finds the stash of gadgets you have in your bedroom, he's more than happy to explore something new with you.

He doesn't like bondage, preferring to restrain you with his own weight, and abhorrently hating to be tied up himself.

He likes the sensation toys, oils that makes him tingle, as well as feathers and impact toys.

But his preference is for anything that vibrates. Be they in or on, you or him or both, nothing makes his toes curl like a vibrator being dragged along just the right spot. Nothing except maybe when you're being extra soft and slow with him.

🚗 car sex headcanon

He’s never had sex with you in a car before, although, he’s wanted to. More likely he’ll do you on the hood of something while it’s in his garage. But his favourite vehicle-related way to fuck you is on his motorbike, or better yet, teasing you with it. Having you straddle the seat in nothing but your paper-thin undies and revving it up, the vibrations of it sending shock-waves through your sensitive core, yeah, he likes that a lot.

🛁 shower/bath sex headcanon

Shower sex is difficult with Jay. He barely fits inside the tiny 2 x 2 ft cubicle your apartment came with, without you squeezing in beside him, it’s so worth it, to see his muscles under the stream of water, the suds in his hair, the smile on his face as you kiss his glistening scars, the way he laughs as your squeal when he grabs you unexpectedly, pressing your body into the tile before he starts to explore your body.

📸 naughty pictures

Jay doesn’t like to send nudes. More aptly, he doesn’t like to take nudes, because that means looking at his exposed body in detail. He’s prone to scrutinising himself, he doesn’t like the memories a lot of his scar bring to mind.

But he’s not opposed to sending suggestive pics on occasion, especially when he’s trying to garner your attention or to tempt you to come home early. Mirror selfies mostly, in which the phone covers his face as he flexes his arms; the seams of his shirt working overtime around his biceps. Close-up of his collar bone, his strong, calloused fingers and bruised knuckles on display. The bottom of his shirt pulled up just enough for you to get a good look at his v-line and treasure trail, both leading your eye line down to the bulge in his pants.

💌 receiving nudes headcanon

It’s fun to send Jay naughty photos when you’re in the same room together, especially when you’re not alone. You can tell when his shoulders start to sag, and his head rolls around just as much as his eyes do that he’s getting bored or fed up. That’s the prime time. That’s when he’s most likely to check his phone the moment he feels it pulse in his back pocket.

He’s so nonchalant, his movements are so laid back and easy; it's sexy. Simply grabbing his phone and bringing it up to his chest shouldn’t look so good, but it does, and it’s so effortless. The light from his screen ensures you get a good look at his expression as he opens the message and there are a good few seconds of total stillness while he registers what he’s looking at.

He bites his lip, just a second too late, you see the smile he’s trying to hide beneath his teeth. His cheek flushed, turning a few shades darker than his skin as he locks the screen and shoves the phone away before anybody else can see. Then he’s searching for you, milky greens scouring the room until they fall on you. Instantly his brows raise, silently scolding you but theirs joy and mischief in the rest of his face as he starts making his way over.

😺 how they eat the pussy

When it comes to eating pussy, Jay’s like a dog sniffing for food. Any time your legs are open he’s on his knees, nudging your thighs and silently begging for permission with those godforsaken eyes.

He likes to take his time, no matter how many times his tongue has explored your pussy, he eats like it’s the first time, every time. Slowly probing your tight little hole, stroking your clit every which way, testing which techniques mess with your restraint the most.  

🎶 music they have sex to

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

When the sex is really, really soft, Jay is prone to tears. It happened much more frequently when you first started seeing each other, he just wasn’t accustomed to that kind of love and tenderness. It’s overwhelming, the realisation that he’s worthy of what he’s experiencing, that he’s been denied it for so long, not just by others, but by himself.

With time, reassurance, and communication, Jay has come a long way. He’s not so tentative or repressed anymore, but it still gets to him some nights, when he can see the unmistakable look of love in your eyes, when you’re singing his praises and he knows undoubtedly that you mean every word, when he remembers that he’s happy and safe. That’s when he starts to well up.

⏰️ fave time of day to have sex

The evenings. Specifically, before he goes off to do his Red Hood thing. It's when he's at his best stamina wise, and he likes to give you a proper farewell, something to remember him by should things go sideways, or just something to think about while you're alone at night, a memory to keep your bed warm until he gets home.

🎉 celebration sex headcanon

Celebration sex isn’t too different from normal sex, especially when it’s in celebration of his achievements. The only difference is that he’s way more invigorated, a lot more excited and on edge. He’s faster than usual, impatient to make you feel good. A smile on his lips so big it would be intimidating to anybody who doesn’t see his better moods often, as he strips you of your clothes and kisses every inch of skin as it’s bared to him.

😴 falling asleep after sex

Jason isn't much of a sleep cuddler, but he likes to be touching you in some way. It puts him at ease to feel you, to know you're safe and sound beside him. So, he likes to rest his hand on the small of your back, or your thigh, or to hold your hand through the night.

🌹 romantic sex headcanon

Jason’s idea of romance is that of a teenage boy. Nobody ever taught him this shit. If any DC character was gonna line your home with candles and rose petals, it’s Jason. He’s also gonna offer to feed you chocolate-covered strawberries and red wine (which he hates), as well as full body massages with scented oils, not because he wants to do these things, but because he’s trying his best to do something sensual and romantic for you, and this is what all the magazines and TV shows of his youth told him you were supposed to do.

So, unless this is the kinda romance you enjoy, please be specific and forgiving with him, he will learn how to do the things you find romantic. Or hey, if this is your thing, give him some sugar - reward him for a job well done.

💦 cum headcanon

Breeding kink make Jay head go blank. He’s taken a lot of lives, shit his own foot is in and out of the grave so often he’s not even sure if he’s really living. So the thought to making life, bringing it into the world, that makes him a little bit loopy.

Whether its roleplay or not, if you ask him to fill up you, he will. He’ll hold you in a mating press with those big, thick arms and cum so deep inside, you’ll be feeling it for days. And Jay cums like a bull, just ropes and ropes of it, deep inside your tight little hole, filling you up until you're leaking.

Smut emoji prompt requests are closed.

[sioraiocht]

Jake's arm wraps around Mac, drawing him into his side as he decides that he can stay at least another half hour. This is more important. "Okay..." He listens to the comments about Hugh Jackman, unable to help the furrow that develops in his brow. There's a little twist of guilt in his stomach, chewing at his lip as he thinks about what to say. "Firstly -" He shifts as close as he can possibly manage, tangling his legs around Mac to show him that he's not leaving. "Hugh Jackman is a beast. I mean, that's fucking Wolverine. And he's Australian. He probably spent his childhood punching kangaroos. Plus - he's a celebrity with money and personal chefs. Anyone could look like this with Hugh Jackman's cash." He nods as if he's saying the wisest thing in the world. "Secondly - I'm not leaving because you're not Hugh Jackman." Hand slides to rest on Mac's chest, fingers massaging gentle circles. "I gotta leave because I can't afford to hire help. It has nothing to do with you. Believe me, if I had my way I'd stay here with you all night and all day and we'd never leave the bed."

His expression softens a little, head shaking. Breath catches in his throat as they kiss, shifting his body so that he's half leaning over Mac. Hand slides down along his side, fingers curling into his hip. "I don't want you be Hugh Jackman. If I was in a room with a hundred Hugh Jackmans I'd still be only focused on getting you naked. Because -" His lips move to press kisses down along Mac's neck, ghosting a soft trail down to his chest. He smiles softly against the skin. "I think you have the greatest body in the world. And it's all mine and nothing is ever going to change that." Jake's head rises again so that he can peck the gentlest kiss to his lips. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll stay here tonight if you promise to try and stop comparing yourself to Hugh Jackman." Teeth nip at his lower lip. "Because I really want to sleep with Mac, not Hugh."

the kiss makes his heart skip a beat, warmth flooding his chest. it's something he's never really experienced himself, something he doesn't want to let go of now that he's got it. he grins like an idiot against soft lips, nose bumping affectionately against the other man's. "yeah, babe," he hums smugly, stealing another peck. and another. and another. okay, maybe he's insatiable. "that's kinda the point." maybe, just maybe, mac can distract him enough to keep him tethered to his bed. that's right where he wants him to stay.

the question brings him pause, even as he turns onto his side once his back meets the mattress. he comfortably tosses one leg across jake's waist, tucked into him with a hand on his chest. "i dunno," shoulders rise in a sheepish shrug. dennis's pointed remarks linger in the back of his mind like some sort of invasive disease: you're looking pretty bulky today, mac. but it'd be lame to admit that, right? not sexy at all. "i was readin' a GQ magazine while i was grabbin' a six pack at the liquor store, cuz i can multitask," fingers trace along skin, teeth briefly chewing contemplatively at his lower lip. "and i saw hugh jackman on the cover. dude, he's fuckin' ripped and he's, like . . . fifty. and i realized: i wanna be hugh jackman, cuz if i was hugh jackman, you'd never leave my bed for responsibilities or whatever, right?" is that manipulative? mac doesn't question it. he's always trying to think of ways to keep jake glued to his hip.

"anyways, he was talkin' 'bout keto or some shit. and i was like, ' what the hell's a keto? ', so i asked my buddy dennis, who told me to fuck off. then i asked google, cuz obviously charlie doesn't know, dee's a chick, and frank's a fat shit. and i realized . . . " brows draw together again. "nothin'. i realized nothin', i still don't know what the hell it is." previously knitted eyebrows rise, however, when jake's words properly sink in. "you don't want me to be hugh jackman? cuz i can totally be hugh jackman for you, bro. and then we'll always be naked." brows wiggle enticingly, fingers gliding up the other's neck to coil around his jaw and guide his head to the side so mac can press another passionate kiss against his lips.

[thebearme]

Don't scratch a injury!

[beehoneyseyy]

did i binge or did i eat the recommended amount of calories for someone my age?

[ezbecomestiny]

Me trying to figure out the size and shape of my legs

[jokine]

i wanna fucking rip my skin off

i hate how i look so much it makes me want to bleed so badly UGH KILL ME

[lostmf]

I wish I could stop counting every bite ..

[astaroth1357]

Demonic Adjustments:

Content Warning: (fantasy) body dsymorphia

Lucifer: Had to get used to the extra weight on his skull added by the horns. His head would keep tipping from side to side for several days after the Fall as he worked out how to unconsciously keep them balanced. Dia thought it looked hilarious. He also kept getting wing cramps because he unconsciously raised them whenever he was anxious or irritated.

Mammon: Thought the straps over his shoulders and chest would dig into him too much so he'd just walk around completely bare-chested until Barbs made him stop. Discovered that if he got scared by something, he'd squawk REALLY loud. He had to task Belphie and Levi to pop out at him from around corners until he could get it under control.

Levi: Felt like his newly extended tongue was going to choke him if he kept it in his mouth, so he'd let it just droop out for the longest time. He'd have to wet it down to keep it from drying out too, so he would literally do the snake-tongue thing until Asmo got onto him for how creepy it looked. He had no idea how to sit on things with his tail so he would either sit on the floor or sideways in his chair until Barbatos coached him on big-tail etiquette.

Satan: Had a straight up baby giraffe moment when he first can into existence. Couldn't figure out how his limbs were supposed to work and flailed/flopped around for about ten minutes while growling and hissing at anyone who tried to help him.

Asmo: Originally had a scorpion tail, but it horrified him so much that he begged Lucifer to ask Diavolo to remove it for him. Dia eventually relented and ordered Barbatos to remove it and replace it with wings afterwards because that's what he's more used to having. Keeping the wings small and cute looking was Asmo's idea, of course.

Beel: Constant. Buzzing. He had restless wings when he first fell and being around him was like standing next to a buzzsaw. He eventually discovered that exercise was a good way to expend his body's extra energy and burn through his anxiety, so Barbatos set up a gym in the Castle for him. The buzzing stopped shortly after that.

Belphie: Would regularly wake up wrapped up in his own tail, so he took to clutching onto it in the night to "keep it under control." He had the hardest time walking/lifting his head due to the size of his horns. He would regularly get his head stuck in things because he would fall alseep in odd places and then his horns would get caught whenever his body shifted.