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gaininggalore · 16 days

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Daniel was a star player on his high school football team. From an early age he was a gifted athlete, and he was known for doing anything to make it. His coach was always pushing to step up your performance so to build some muscle he puts him on a new bulking regimen, designed to help build his strength and endurance.

Daniel felt like he was getting stronger, his lifts were increasing, and he was putting down good numbers in practice. Things were going well until one day, coach came up to him.

"You've been making some serious progress Nick but If you really want to make it you gotta get bigger, maybe try cutting back on cardio".

"Are you sure Coach? Won't I get slower?" Daniel asks

"Trust me, the bigger the better"

Daniel continued to take the regime and he looked down at his body in shock. His pecs were now bulging out and his once flat stomach grew pudgy.

Quickly Nicks appetite started to grow and his bulking regime began to expand.

"Am I getting too big? Of course not, I'm still a growing I need all the protein I can get."

A few weeks later he walks into the locker room, only to the presence of stares of surprise and awe from your teammates as your gut bulges out from your tight-fitting shirt. Daniel makes his way over to his locker, hearing whispers of "damn" "look at that" and "he's huge" as your teammates take in the sight of his swollen belly.

"Wow Daniel, nice to see you've been following my bulking routine." The rest of the team leaves and coach comes up from behind and pats his belly. "Boy have you gotten fat, but if you really want to get into a top school you better up your game. Maybe stay away from practice for a while, you're already so good and you don't need this extra cardio.

Daniel pulls out a candy bar and takes a bite, smiling with his mouth full. "If you insist Coach".

Daniel continued to eat and eat, his belly now sticking out farther than his feet. He pecs were soft and squishy and his love handles stretched.

A couples days later coach decided to visit him at home, and Nick can tell he's looking at him with both surprise and amusement. He looks him over and shakes his head in disbelief as he notices his massive gut. "Hey there, big guy." He says "You're missing a shirt"

"None fit coach, besides I like this better." Daniel grabs his gut, "What do you think?"

"I'd say you're not even close to college ready, here take these". Coach pulls out some protein bars and hands them to him. "Next time I see you I want you twice the size, got it?

Daniel smiles "Yes sir".

Story suggested and pics sent from" Daniel (@chubbyguy-23)

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portraitoftheoddity · 4 months

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I wanna mention by the way, while I'm on a 'Lena posts about how fucking much she loves hiking' kick, that I am *not* an athletic person.

I am pudgy.

I get winded easily.

My knees make weird noises.

The worst grade on my entire high school transcript back in ye olden days was in fucking Gym.

You do NOT need to be one of those ultrafit girlies in gym spandex on instagram or tiktok or whatever to go hiking.

You can be a 30-something red-faced huffing and puffing desk jockey with shitty knees. And still say fuck it, I'm gonna go touch grass.

Because nature is good for the soul and hiking can bring a sense of accomplishment, however often you need to stop for breaks and air and water, whatever your limitations are that you're facing and meeting. Hell, even if you just begin with walking through the local park -- that's awesome!!!

Don't think you need some ultra high level of fitness to get started if hiking is something that appeals to you -- just do your research on trail difficulty and hiking safety, then start where you feel comfortable at your present level of ability, with kindness and understanding for yourself. You'll find your 'comfortable' zone starts growing.

#lena hikes #I'm slow and chubby but my juicy ass still gets on top of mountains #eventually

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traldemic6 · 1 year

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Tempting the Freshman, Part I

Chapter 1: The Heat of August

Coach Thompson eyed the new recruits with a mix of anticipation and a sly, dark hunger. The sun was high in the sky, casting its warm glow over the football field as the team practiced tirelessly, sweat trickling down their young, muscular bodies. One boy, in particular, caught the coach's attention - a strikingly attractive freshman named Jake. His golden hair gleamed under the sunlight, and his crystal blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of naivety and boundless enthusiasm.

"Great work, boys!" Coach Thompson bellowed, his voice deep and commanding, unable to keep his eyes off Jake. "Keep up that pace, and we'll have a hell of a season!"

Jake's flushed cheeks glowed, as if the mere sound of the coach's voice was enough to stoke the fires within him. "Thanks, Coach!" he panted, his voice breathy and eager. "I'll do my best!"

As the season progressed, Coach Thompson found himself increasingly drawn to the young athlete, unable to resist his magnetic pull. He began spending more time with Jake, offering him extra training sessions and showering him with compliments.

"You're a natural, Jake. I've never seen a freshman with such raw talent," he said one evening, his voice dripping with desire as they stood alone on the field after practice. The floodlights bathed Jake's body in a halo of light, accentuating the curves of his muscles and the sheen of sweat that clung to his skin.

"Really, Coach?" Jake asked, his eyes wide and innocent, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I just wanna make you proud."

Coach Thompson's heart raced as he watched the young man standing before him, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow. He knew he should walk away, but the temptation was too great. He would have Jake, and he would mold him into the perfect specimen, feeding his own dark desires.

Over the weeks that followed, Coach Thompson began to subtly encourage Jake to indulge in unhealthy habits. He brought him fast food after practice, always with a knowing wink and a conspiratorial smile. "You've earned it, Jake," he'd say, as the boy tore into a greasy burger or a box of fried chicken.

And Jake, ever eager to please his mentor, happily obliged. He began to grow softer, his once-hard body slowly succumbing to the lure of Coach Thompson's temptations. He gained weight, his once taut stomach starting to show a hint of roundness.

During their training sessions, Coach Thompson reveled in the way Jake's body had changed. He found excuses to touch him more often, his hands lingering on the young man's now-fleshy thighs or the curve of his expanding waistline. He marveled at the way the tight football pants strained against Jake's growing bulk, the fabric stretched taut over his muscular but increasingly doughy buttocks.

"Coach, do you think I'm getting too big?" Jake asked one day, his brow furrowed as he looked down at his slightly rounded belly.

"No, no, not at all," Coach Thompson replied, his voice soothing and reassuring. "You're just filling out, that's all. It's natural."

"But my pants are getting tight," Jake protested, running his hands over his thickening thighs.

"It's just muscle," the coach lied, the excitement coursing through him at the thought of Jake becoming more and more dependent on him. "Trust me, you're still in fantastic shape."

As the semester wore on, Jake continued to balloon, his body a testament to Coach Thompson's twisted machinations. The other players began to notice, but Coach Thompson silenced their concerns with a stern glare and a reminder that Jake was still a valuable member of the team.

The coach kept detailed records of Jake's weight, secretly relishing the steady increase in numbers and the accompanying changes in his young charge's physique.

One evening after practice, Coach Thompson found himself alone with Jake in the locker room. The boy had just stepped out of the shower, water droplets glistening on his now-pudgy frame. His once-chiseled abs were a distant memory, replaced by a soft layer of fat that quivered slightly as he toweled off.

"Jake, why don't you let me give you a massage?" Coach Thompson suggested, his voice husky with desire. "It'll help with your muscle recovery."

Jake hesitated for a moment, but then his trusting eyes met the coach's, and he nodded. "Okay, Coach. If you think it'll help."

Coach Thompson could hardly contain his excitement as he began to knead Jake's broad shoulders, working his way down the boy's back. His hands slid over the curve of Jake's now ample buttocks, and he felt a shiver of lust run down his spine.

As he continued the massage, Coach Thompson's mind raced with fantasies of how much further he could push Jake, how much more he could make the boy depend on him. He felt no guilt, no remorse, only the overwhelming drive to possess and control.

But just as he was about to move his hands to Jake's soft, inviting belly, the door to the locker room swung open. It was another player, looking for his lost keys. The interruption shattered the spell, and Coach Thompson quickly pulled his hands away from Jake's body, a flush creeping up his neck.

"I think that's enough for today," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Get dressed and head home, Jake."

As Jake slipped on his clothes, Coach Thompson couldn't help but watch, his eyes lingering on the increasingly out-of-shape body that he'd helped create.

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chubby-kiyo · 4 months

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And finally, Killing Harmony appearance/gender /sexuality headcanons

Kaede Akamatsu - (She/Her Bi, female pref) Chubby and has stretch marks on her hips and stomach. Round baby face, and wears cute pink lipgloss. She also has a little nose ring.

Rantaro Amami - (He/They, pan) He’s a bit chubby (wow, my bias is showing) and has kind of thick thighs compared to most amab people. Wavy hair a bit longer than canon that he sometimes puts in a baby ponytail. Pierced nostril and tongue.

Kirumi Tojo - (She/Her, grey asexual, pan?) Midsized and kind of pear shaped with slightly muscular arms and long legs. Long, elegant hands and clear skin. Oblong face, longer pointy nose. Can’t tan to save her life. Occasionally wears black lipstick.

Ryoma Hoshi - (He/Him, aroace) Can we just knock it off with the random cartoony designs that don’t fit the rest of the aesthetic? He is still short and chubby, but in a humanoid way. Curly light brown hair and bushy eyebrows. Round face with freckles. Some scars on his knuckles from his prison days.

Angie Yonaga - (She/Her, Pan) Pretty average build. Soft tum and smallish boobs. Thick wavy hair that can get pretty gnarly and usually has some acrylic paint stuck in it. Also wipes her paintbrushes on her bare legs when she’s feeling lazy. Gold nose hoops and medusa piercing. Wears brown tinted lipgloss.

Tenko Chabashira - (She/Her, Lesbian) Athletic with lean muscle and somewhat broad shoulders. Tapes her knuckles for training sometimes and has short stubby hands. Doesn’t shave. Canine teeth that somewhat turn inward and look like fangs.

Korekiyo Shinguuji - (They/Them, pan) Tall and gangly skinny in an unhealthy way. No real muscle definition and shitty posture. Oblong face with a larger nose and somewhat crooked teeth (not that anyone could see that) Long bony hands that are always ice cold. Deathly pale and wears eyeliner and mascara. Wears reading glasses. Stretched ears.

Gonta Gokuhara - (He/Him, pan) Hella buff, but not necessarily chiseled. Still soft in some places (gives excellent hugs). His glasses are probably taped on the side due to his clumsiness. Tangled hair that absolutely cannot be tamed and a few accidental freeform locs in the mix. Sizable front tooth gap and full lips.

Miu Iruma - (She/Her horny pan) Plus sized with an extra fluffy hourglass figure. Stretch marks on her chest and hips. Clothes almost always stained with motor oil and sut. Dark brown roots that are a bit overgrown. Freckles and a round face with thick lips. Always wears lipgloss. Keeps a tube in her bra and pulls it without shame. Monroe and tongue piercings.

Kokichi Ouma - (He/Him, gay) A scrawny little pipsqueak. Has braces and sometimes spits when he talks. Ridiculously tiny hands and feet, has to wear children’s shoes. Absolutely cannot tan. Will sometimes wear makeup like a harlequin clown. Cartilage and nostril piercings.

Kaito Momota - (He/Him, bi female pref) Stocky build with muscular arms and broad shoulders, kind of linebacker-esque. I hate the way his hair is designed, but I feel like it would be kind of a straight wolf cut if he let it down. Will sometimes have a man bun. Hairy arms and ham hands. Pierced ears and eyebrow.

Maki Harukawa - (She/Her grey ace, female pref) Athletic build. Flat chested and barely defined waist. Heart-shaped face and widows peak hairline. Scars on her arms. Just really soft facial features that she kind of hates. Hates shaving her legs.

Shuichi Saihara - (He/They, FtM, bi male pref) A little bit pudgy and has thicker thighs. Binds, but is naturally fairly small chested. Wears eyeliner, and has long, thick eyelashes even without mascara. Pin straight hair. Round face and soft lips. Dark circles under his eyes. Has septum and industrial piercings and small stretched ears.

Himiko Yumeno - (She/Her, asexual, sapphic) She looks like she’s in middle school and is a bit chubby. Has perpetually rosy cheeks and crooked teeth in an endearing way. Very fine hair.

Tsumugi Shirogane- (She/Her, asexual) Midsized with pretty even weight distribution. Wavy, thick hair. Somewhat large forehead. Honestly I don’t have much to add to her canon design.

Kiibo - (They/He, aroace, no concept of gender) He is a robot. His “skin” is made of silicone and he has humanlike glass eyes. His hair is nylon and pokes into his little head like a doll. His design is extremely detailed with him even having eyelashes and enamel teeth. Has an internal heater to make his “skin” warm, kind of like baymax. And no, he didn’t come with a dick, though Iruma did patent one.

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safehaven2 · 2 years

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You ain't seeing things! That's right, you're looking at the biggest ballgut you've ever seen! It's a combined effort though! It took a big pig like me and a delicious three-course meal that used to be my nephews. This huge jug of fat is made of Trevor, Gary and Benji, the tastiest boys an Uncle could ask for.

It all started when I was coming over to visit my brother for once and the bastard wasn't even home. The boys had been left for the weekend to fend for themselves since they were all at least in college and they'd been taking over the house with their musk and odors. As soon as I knocked on the door and the youngest, Benji, let me in, I was sure that I was about to have one last family reunion.

Now, I've always wanted to eat my nephews and their was no chance of them not ending up on my waist, but I couldn't help myself any longer and my brother wasn't here to stop me. Benji was right next to me and his lithe, athletic body didn't have a shirt on and he smelled like he hadn't showered in a while. I couldn't control myself and I pinned him against the wall, licking him up and down the face as I got a taste for my next prey. Benji didn't fight back or freak out, instead he moaned in response and went slack as if he was letting me have him, which worked great for me.

I gave Benji a long kiss and shoved his head past my lips while held his elbows against his side. Benji was just an appetizer, so I didn't take much time with him and swallowed him down my gullet up to his navel. He hadn't struggled much as my prey and it was easy to take his pants off too, then it hit me that Benji wanted to be eaten and I patted my stomach that his head had just entered for the willing meal. Young boys have needs with their precious cocks and I needed to have that extra cum flavor, so when I had Benji's dick on my tongue, I savored and played with him until he blew his creamy load. After that, I gulped the last of my nephew down and he soon entered my gut fully and curled up inside me.

With Benji's addition, my shirt became to tight to keep on and I had to go shirtless now. I rubbed the new mound that was my family, then licked my lips in preparation for the main course and went in search of the middle nephew and ex-lifter, Gary. Gary had been packing on the pounds for a while and had been getting fat too lately, possibly because he learned how to eat people like his dad and me. Either way, he was on the menu today and I don't let my prey get away.

I waddled myself up to the game room, finding Gary laid out on the couch with a bunch of beer bottles and pizza boxes around him. Drool coming out of my lips, I quickly stripped him down naked and took a moment to admire his form, his year of muscle building still framed his body and the new fat layered it softly while pooling in a soft hanging tummy. The only thought in my head was how delicious it's going to be to eat my nephew and how fat I'd get from getting him in my gut. I rubbed young Benji and warned him to make room for his brother and not to fight and get along once he's with us.

Before Gary could stir, I got to his feet and hungrily started feeding him to myself while I savored his taste. This nephew was an outdoorsy type and it showed through the sweat and stiff muscles in his legs, eliciting a voracious moan from me as I swallowed his knees into my mouth. I kept inching down his body, excited to reach his soft potbelly and have it stuffed inside my potbelly. I could feel Benji shifting on my waist when I plopped Gary's butt in my mouth, meaning my stomach had already started claiming my next meal.

While some find eating challenges daunting, I didn't and the prospect of shoving my nephews fat gut in my mouth was exhilarating. When I got to the soft sack, I suckled on Gary as I got all the sides of his pudgy in my maw before I took a deep swallow and gulped him down past his navel toward his moobs. Having all this soft meat in my mouth had me moaning in gluttony, both upsetting Benji and waking up Gary who was pretty groggy. Quickly I took a few more deep gulps and held up Gary's arms until I had him trapped in me up to his neck. I heard him start to question what was going on and I held back from chuckling, deciding that fulfilling my dream feast was more important and pushed his head down into my greedy gullet. I slurped down his muscular arms like thick sausage links until I had his fingers slipping down my throat and into my growing tank.

Gary settled in my belly with a heavy weight and I could tell he was pressing Benji to the sides of our belly, because his outline was perfectly visible. I rubbed the curves of my appetizer and tried to press him back in, forcing Gary to rearrange himself to give his brother space. Then I felt a weird bit of shuffling between them, then they started squirming like crazy like they were fighting over something before I felt a rhythmic movement. I gripped and felt over my gut, but it felt like there was only Gary inside now, unless Benji was somewhere I couldn't feel.

I hadn't lost any food, but it didn't feel the same not having Benji and Gary pressed together in me. I told my meat to play nicely while they digest, then I went back to the kitchen to look for my dessert, Trevor. Trevor was the oldest of my nephews and he was a bodybuilder that trained constantly to build up muscle on his 260+ lb. body, making him the perfect beefcake to have for a treat.

I waddled my way past the living room and found Trevor drinking a protein shake, dropping it upon seeing how good I looked with his brothers in me. He tried to stutter out some kind of question, but I closed the distance between us and pinned him against the wall with our family in my tank. Not caring to wait much longer to finish my feast, I ripped Trevor's clothes off and grabbed the back of his meaty head. He tried pleading with me, but anything stopping me from eating went on deaf ears as I opened my jaws wide to encompass his beefy shoulders.

Trevor was the only struggling prey tonight and unfortunately for him, I had more than enough energy to get my meat. Once he was in the back of my mouth and my esophagus dragged him into my throat, I worked on putting this hefty guy where he belonged. His broad back and meaty pec slabs were disappearing into me quickly while the jock tried to escape, but holding his wrist to his sides were keeping him still enough for me to work on. I pulled Trevor on top of my distended gut and kept gorging on my prey until I got down to his navel, feeling a weird sensation in my stomach that wasn't Trevor settling into his forever home.

I took another gulp and I felt something pull Trevor down after I swallowed, almost like someone else was helping me eat him. Or eating him himself! Fuck, did Gary eat Benji inside me and now he's eating Trevor too? Fattening up a pred by feeding him while he's already been eaten by a more Alpha Pred, how greedy could you be? Fuck it, I'm very fucking greedy! I gave an understanding slap to my gut, cheering on my nephew for turning us into Russian nesting dolls.

Not wanting to stop the greatest act of gluttony I've ever committed, I picked my Trevor and let gravity finish him off. I swallowed him down my throat in tandem with Gary, rubbing my growing belly full of another growing belly like a well-fed pig. Strong thighs, then sculpted calves disappeared slowly into my jaws until I wrapped my lips around his ankles and left only his feet outside of me. I wanted to savor the final swallow before I finished my three-course feast, but Gary had other ideas and he wanted the rest of his brothers enough to forcefully swallow Trevor using me as a conduit. I felt my prey's feet get sucked into my mouth then instinctively swallowed, sealing my nephew to his doom as his brother finished him off.

I had three college boys inside my stomach right now but you could only tell there was one, since he was full of the other two. I gave Gary a jostle as I bounced him around, playing with my soon-to-be ball belly and celebrating another good dinner. I had a gut full of one nephew that was stuffed with two more like a double stuffed burrito.

This level of gluttony was making my cock harder than its ever been and I could in no way reach my crotch, but feeling Gary move around was getting me there. After a few more slaps and squeezing my nephew-prey, I felt my cock bust its load and I finally let out monstrous burp that shook me a bit. Before I could admire my soon-to-be belly fat, I felt a huge rush of air in me and guessed that was Gary belching up his meat's oxygen. I nearly came a second time as I belched up my nephew's belch, giving me a new fetish that would be impossible to replicate.

Now that I'd gotten my food settled in, I went and got a camera to take a picture of my victory dinner. My dream to eat my nephews had finally happened and it went even greater than I could imagine! Now all that's left to do is wait for my brother to come home and give him a warm Family Reunion! I can't wait to eat my bro too and add him to this hungry hog's massive gut!

#male vore #vore belly #full size vore #prey4keeps #male pred #nephewprey #preduncle #mass vore

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paisholotus · 6 months

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Percy's Pov

He offered me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at me with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you." He said, leaning back. "Uh, thanks." I scooted a little farther away from him because, if there was one thing I had learned from living with Gabe, it was how to tell when an adult has been hitting the happy juice. If Mr. D was a stranger to alcohol, I was a satyr.

"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner called to the black girl with brown and blonde braids. She came forward, and Mr. Brunner introduced us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. And I see you've met Selene, daughter of Clio, the Sun Goddess. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now." He said, pointing down the cabins.

Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron." She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep brown skin and her long blond/brown braids, she was beautiful too, I've never seen girls like Selene and Annabeth from my school. Annabeth's eyes were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight. While Selene's eyes were a light brown color, with a hint of gold shimmering, they reminded me of pools of honey.

Annabeth glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, "You killed a mino-taur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead, she said, "You drool when you sleep." Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her braids flying behind her. "So," I said, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?" I laughed awkwardly.

"Not Mr. Brunner," the ex-Mr. Brunner said. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron." He said, smiling. "Okay." Totally confused, I looked at the director. "And Mr. D ... does that stand for something?" I asked, looking him up and down. Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at me like I'd just belched loudly. "Young man, names are power-ful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason." He said blankly. "Oh. Right. Sorry." I apologized. "I must say, Percy," Chiron-Brunner broke in, "I'm glad to see you alive. It's been a long time since I've made a house call to a potential camper. I'd hate to think I've wasted my time." He said, biting into an apple.

"House call?" I asked, confused. "My year at Yancy Academy, to instruct you. We have satyrs at most schools, of course, keeping a look out. But Grover alerted me as soon as he met you. He sensed you were something special, so I decided to come upstate. I convinced the other Latin teacher to ... ah, take a leave of absence." He said lowly.

I tried to remember the beginning of the school year. It seemed like so long ago, but I did have a fuzzy memory of there being another Latin teacher my first week at Yancy. Then, without explanation, he had disappeared, and Mr. Brunner had taken the class ."You came to Yancy just to teach me?" I asked. Chiron nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't sure about you at first. We contacted your mother and let her know we were keeping an eye on you in case you were ready for Camp Half-Blood. But you still had so much to learn. Nevertheless, you made it here alive, and that's always the first test." He said proudly.

"Grover," Mr. D said impatiently, "Are you playing or not?" He asked. "Yes, sir!" Grover trembled as he took the fourth chair, though I didn't know why he should be so afraid of a pudgy little man in a tiger-print Hawaiian shirt. "You do know how to play pinochle? Annabeth and Selene are my best players." Mr. D said, looking at Selene proudly. "I'm afraid not," I said. "Well, Selene, do you mind teaching Percy?" He asked her. I looked over at her, watching her give him a big smile and nodded. "It would be my pleasure, Sir." She then turned to look at me, smiling softly.

"it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules." He explained what the game was. "I'm sure the boy can learn. Plus, Selene is a great teacher, " Chiron said. "Please," I said, "what is this place? What am I doing here? Mr. Brun-Chiron-why would you go to Yancy Academy just to teach me?" I asked, desperately trying to understand his reasoning. Mr. D snorted. "I asked the same question." He said, chuckling.

The camp director dealt the cards. Grover flinched every time one landed in his pile. Chiron smiled at me sympathetically, the way he used to in Latin class, as if to let me know that no matter what my average was, I was his star student. He expected me to have the right answer. "Percy," he said. "Did your mother tell you nothing?" He asked me. "She said ..." I remembered her sad eyes, looking out over the sea. "She told me she was afraid to send me here, even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her." I told him, sadly.

"Typical," Mr. D said. "That's how they usually get killed. Young man, are you bidding or not?" He asked me.

"What?" I asked. He explained, impatiently, how you bid in pinochle. "I'm afraid there's too much to tell," Chiron said. "I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be sufficient." He said.

"Orientation film?" I asked. "No," Chiron decided. "Well, Percy. You know your friend Grover is a satyr. You know"-he pointed to the horn in the shoe box -"that you have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either, lad. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods-the forces you call the Greek gods-are very much alive." He said.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that when I saw Selene's mom. I mean, my best friend has furry legs and hooves." I said, glaring down at the floor. I stared at the others around the table. I waited for somebody to yell, not! But all I got was Mr. D yelling, "Oh, a royal marriage. Trick! Trick!" He cackled as he tallied up his points.

"Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?" He asked. "Eh? Oh, all right." He said, rolling his eyes, and handed him the can. Grover bit a huge shard out of the empty aluminum can and chewed it mournfully.

"I just can't believe GOD'S are real. Are they like the same thing as....like...Jesus..that type of GOD?" I asked. "Well, now," Chiron said. "God-capital G, God. That's a different matter altogether. We shan't deal with the metaphysical." "Metaphysical? But you were just talking about -" "Ah, gods, plural, as in, great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors: the immortal gods of Olympus. That's a smaller matter." He said, matter factly.

"Smaller?" I asked. "Yes, quite. The gods we discussed in Latin class." He said. "Zeus," I said. "Hera. Apollo. You mean them." He nodded. And there it was again-distant thunder on cloud-less day. "Young man," said Mr. D, "I would really be less casual about throwing those names around if I were you." He said sternly.

My heart pounded. He was trying to make me angry for some reason, but I wasn't going to let him. "Ok, sure. But I don't believe in gods." I said, flatly. "Oh, you'd better," Mr. D murmured. "Before one of them incinerates you." He said, crossing his arms.

"P-please, sir. He's just lost his mother. He's in shock." Grover said, pleading.

Selene nudged me and urged me to stick out my hand. She told me to close my eyes and I looked between Chiron and Mr. D, then back to Selene and hesitantly closed my eyes. I felt both of her hands cup mine, and I felt my hand warmly vibrate. She told me to open my eyes, and I gasped.

There was a glowing golden orb floating in my hand. I looked up at Selene, then back to the floating ball in my hand. "W-what...is that?" I asked her lowly. "It's my powers. I can do more, but I'm still practicing." She said, gigging at my mouth- opened shocked face.

"Well, Percy, do you believe now?" Chiron asked me. I couldn't even process what I was seeing. She carefully took the glowing ball away, and suddenly, everything that had happened the last 24 hours was swirling around in my head, and I suddenly felt light-headed.

"UH OH! HE'S GOING DOWN AGAIN!" I heard someone yell before everything went black.

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femmefeedist · 1 year

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At first glance, at least for now, I don’t think you appear particularly tubby. Sure, you look a little bloated, but you still have a lithe, athletic body underneath. It’s probably just a little winter weight you’ll work off before you know it, right? Oh… but then I see you grab that pudgy gut of yours, I see how deep your fingers sink into your soft belly, and that illusion is broken. That’s not just a temporary food baby, you’re getting doughier by the day. You’ve let yourself get so weak and lazy that even under the flab there’s no trace of your fit self left. At first glance, I really thought there was still hope for you, but the truth is that you’re only going to keep growing.

That's the funny part about how my particular body puts on weight. Maybe it's genetics, maybe it's my height, maybe it's what I eat, who knows. But if I wear clothes that fit, if I stand up straight, if I suck in my tummy, if I cover up a bit more, at first glance I can still 100% pass as an average body type (for now). Maybe not particularly tubby, maybe not particularly anything.

But if you look again, I'm soft af, covered in a cute layer of pudge and actually several lbs heavier than just a few short months ago. And I'm only getting softer and softer, covering any trace of muscle tone in squish and losing pretty much any athletic ability that may have stuck around from when I worked out.

I'm getting the body of a feedee - well taken care of, well fed, well... maybe overfed, actually. Even if upon first glance most people wouldn't think I'm particularly tubby, there's no denying that a fit athlete wouldn't be carrying around this jiggly chubby tummy, softened up arms and perhaps a lil double chin. And I'm only going to keep growing...

🍀my links🍀

#ask #this was so relevant to tonight #I simultaneously felt tiny and chubby at the same time #I'm extra feedable like this

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aimandfire21 · 11 months

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Do any of you have body shape headcannons about the lmk characters? Like obvious they're all Legos, and have the same body shape in canon, but what if they weren't?

Red Son I think would be slender and lanky. Mei would be short with an athletic build. MK would be tall (not as tall as Red Son, but still tall) and pudgy. Like his father is Pigsy, who's whole thing is cooking. He's going to have some meat on his bones.

Tang I think would just be an average male body shape, nothing remarkable. But Pigsy is the most different from canon. He's HUGE! Like yeah he's fat, but he's also just BIG. Like a human sized up. Eight or nine feet tall. Fucking huge.

(this is also why Pigsy can just pick people up and carry them so easily)

#lmk #lmk mk #lmk mei #lmk red son #lego monkie kid #lmk pigsy #lmk tang

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Shy!Eli x Chubby!Cheerleader!Reader 📣

(unedited)(I love him so much)

The only good thing about outdoor P.E. is that the class has to share the field with the cheerleaders. They're often off to the side while the class plays soccer or some other game Eli doesn't care much for. He's usually forgotten about by his team, so he stands around in his gym clothes while the more athletic kids took it seriously.

His eyes are immediately drawn to the cheer squad. They're far more interesting, and not just because they're in cheer uniforms and pretty. They're entertaining, practicing their chants and routine. They go through formations and practice tossing each other in the air. He likes their smiles and energy, wishing he could be that happy to be outside in the hot Cali sun.

Despite being one of the second row girls, Reader always catches his eye. She's loud and giggly, a standout among her other cheerleaders because of her figure. She's bigger than the other girls, thick thighs under her shirt, fatty arms waving in the air, pudgy tummy peeking out between her uniform. The slightest movement makes her body jiggle and sway; when she jumps, her boobs bounce and when she lands on her feet, her thighs shake.

People looknat her weirdly at first, wondering how she got on the team. Then they see her perform and applaud her and the other cheerleaders, pumped up. It's her big smile and unbridled sense of school spirit that put her in good with the coach and head cheerleader. She's strong foundation for the pyramid a d holds up her teammates when they get into formation. She's also a catcher, happily holding her arms open for her falling teammates when they are thrown into the air and when they get down from stunts.

Eli thinks she deserved more spotlight. She knows how to work a crowd, get people pumped up. Even when their teams are losing, she manages to bring spirit to the them and the audience. She's also just really sweet, a kind girl on the field and in the halls.

It's not hard to say I has a little crush on her.

He's so distracted during one of the soccer games, he almost doesn't hear the people calling out to him.

"Yo, Lip!" someone shouts.

He looks up just in time to get a soccer ball to the face. His nose hurts as he falls to the ground and a gush of warm blood runs down his face. He holds his nose and mouth, trying not to taste it as it wets his lips and drips onto the grass. His eyes are shut tightly as he hears people talking, and he can discern that it was a genuine accident trying to pass him the ball for once. What hurts most is his classmates don't even know, or care to use, his real name.

He opens his eyes to the bright blue sky, but it's quickly obscured.

"Oh my god!" A sweet voice cries out.

Some cheerleaders make it to him before his classmates of the P.E. teacher. Moon bends over, looking down at him with her pompoms still in hand. "Is he alive?"

"Of course he's alive," another girl says. She huffs at the question and rolls her eyes. "You can't die from a nose bleed."

"That's not exactly true," Reader says. She's standing over him, too, but is the only one that extends her hand to him. "Let me help you."

He stares at her, awestruck that she spoke to him. He blinks.

"I think he hit his head," Moon says.

"Well no shit, he got a soccer ball kicked into his face."

His body moves automatically, his cheeks tinted red not just because of the nose bleed. He takes Reader's hand, his grip flimsy and weak compared to her strong and firm hold. She pulls him up, gets him on his feet, and uses her other hand to steady him by grabbing his shoulder.

"That's a real gusher you have there," she says, eyes trained on his nose. Despite her more serious tone, she keeps an optimistic smile.

By then, his teacher has come up and told everyone else to stay back. He looks at Eli's face and tells him to go to the nurse to get cleaned up, but Reader objects to him going alone. She offers to walk him there, in case he feels woozy. What she doesn't know is she's already made him feel that way.

So she walks him to the nurse's office, but no one is there. They walk in and Reader sits him on the bed, telling him to stay put. Then she starts moving around the room, grabbing him some tissues and making him an ice pack. She sits beside him and wipes the blood away while he holds the pack on his nose. It's already sore, but she's very gentle with each stroke of the wet wipe. He's still bleeding, but not as bad as before, and she's quick to catch any fresh blood while she's still cleaning him up.

He works hard not to squirm under her touch. He feels her fingers rub across the ridges of his scar. It's the slightest difference, barely a bump on his skin, but he knows it's noticeable. If not in texture, than in color. He knows she sees it and probably thinks it's gross.

When she's done, she lets him have a tissue to stuff up his nose, in hopes that the bleeding will stop soon.

"I think that'll do it," she tells him as she's still cleaning his hand. The dried blood in his palm is icky, but she does t seem to mind, wiping it up and tossing the little rag in the trash. She smiles at him. "Are you okay?"

He looks down at his lap and nods. His face is still burning hot, embarrassment well spread throughout his body as he nervously picks at his clothes. He doesn't want to look at her.

She stands up and cleans up whatever supplies she was using, then washes her hands. When she's not looking, he can't help but watch her. She's humming as she puts everything back where she found it.

The room isn't unbearably quiet or awkward despite his nervousness. They're alone, no one watching them, watching him, to see when they'd slip up or make a mistake. No one was there to laugh at him. One social pressure was gone, just to be replaced by another.

Before he knows it, everything is wrapped up. She smiles kindly as they walk out of the nurse's office and start walking back to the field. It's quiet between them and Eli feels bad for it. There's a small voice in the back of his head telling him to say something to her, but he doesn't know what. He feels the opportunity slipping away the closer they get to the exit, knowing that as soon as they cross the threshold, she'll forget all about him. He'll ne er get the chance again.

Just as they approach the double doors, he reaches out and tugs on her uniform top. She turns and smiles, bright eyes curious. "Yeah?"

He stared at his feet, then shyly looked at her. "Th-thank you."

Her cheeks soften and relax. She hums softly, then cheerfully answers, "no problem!"

Then she leans in and plants a kiss on his cheek. His heart skips, his eyes widened, and she giggles. He can't think very well all of a sudden and he stares at her, and all she does is smile and turn. Leading him outside, she opens the door and he wears a small grin of his own as the sun hits his face.

#shy!eli #cheerleader!reader #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz #hawk x reader #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei #fluff blurb #cute headcanons

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seachant-moved · 8 months

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ARIEL ; A Character Sheet

BOLD all that applies to your muse.

tagged by: nobody

tagging: @peculiarbeauty @solehr @ishjerta @foxborn @chatcambrioleur @sunlightswallowed @imperises @rosecourge @cowg1rls

#( `ε´ ) 𓂃 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻 （ … ） ♡ ariel ‣ study.

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byanyan · 1 month

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name : yeong-hwan byun nickname : byan age : 17 (can vary by verse) species : human class : Problem™ deity : n/a sins : greed | gluttony | sloth | lust | pride | envy | wrath virtues : chastity | charity | diligence | humility | kindness | patience | justice primary goals : survival, maintaining (& gaining more) freedom, having a good time, revenge languages known : english, korean, some japanese, & a lot of curse words in numerous others secrets : a lot, including but not limited to: can't swim, has killed someone (& is still deeply traumatized over it), shares their food with any stray animal they come across, has had a foster parent try to kill them... and more, most of which have to do with their past traumas. build : scrawny | bony | slender | fit | athletic | curvy | herculean | bulky | pudgy height : 5'10 weight : ~115 lbs scars : more than someone their age should have; can be viewed here. abilities : pickpocketing, lockpicking, parkour, melee & knife-based combat favorite food : pizza & spicy instant ramen favorite drink : obnoxiously sweet frappes favorite pizza topping : pineapple. no, they don't want to hear your (wrong) opinion on the matter, shut the fuck up. favorite color : pink favorite music genre : pop-punk favorite book genre : ew, none favorite movie genre : action or comedy favorite season : summer favorite curse : fuck favorite scents : strawberry, melon, whipped cream... basically anything sugary & sweet or fruity sings in the shower : sometimes! likes bad puns : kind of indifferent; depends on the pun, really

tagged by:ㅤyoinked it off of @bluefeathrs ♡

#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ dash meme.#u know i always gotta do character sheets when i see one i haven't done before... they're a fave for me idek #i just love sharing details about my little freak u know?

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0rdis · 1 year

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Okay fine. Project Moon Headcanons.

I write porn so that's why the language includes allusions to what parts. I think they have these are literally my toned down fic notes. Still slight nsfw warning for some dick references.

Angela

Transfem. She/Her

Pan. Shipped with Binah and my oc

Soft body. No real muscles. Got a bit of a soft tummy after being human for a bit and eating.

Scar on forehead.

Roland

Cis...? Genderfluid. Questioning after Ruina Realizations. A bit transfem. He/they.

Bi. Shipped with Chesed, Vergilius, Angelica, Oliver, and my oc. Guy gets around...

Buff. Pecs the size of tits. Tons of scars. Hands are weird texture, used to be very rough but are starting to soften since he started wearing gloves.

Malkulth

Agender. She/her.

Pan. Shipped with Hod, Yesod, and Netzach. (They're all a polycule)

Yesod

Transman. He/him.

Pan. Upper Layer Polycule.

Tons of scars of course.

Netzach

Nonbinary. He/they.

Pan. Upper Layer Polycule.

IV scars. The art book lies he's way taller.

Hod

Transwoman. She/her.

Pan. Upper Layer Polycule. And Gebura.

Gebura

Cis-ish. She/her.

Lesbian. Shipped with Carmen and Hod. A weird hatesex thing with Chesed.

Buff. Tons of scars. Especially where Binah cut her limbs off. Naturally high testosterone.

Chesed

Transman. He/him.

Gay. Shipped with Roland. Casual sex with Gebura.

Binah

Nonbinary intersex. They/them.

Pan. Shipped with Angela.

Some athletic muscle. Big scar on chest from death. Almost flat chest and I'm right about this. Nipple piercings, tongue piercing, prince Albert piercing.

Hokma

Transman. He/him

Gay. Shipped with Ayin.

No surgery. Big saggy breasts, chest hair.

Carmen:

Transwoman. She/her.

Pan. Shipped with Gebura.

Ayin

Cis. He/him.

Straight, or so he says so. Shipped with Benjamin and Carmen.

Vergilius

Nonbinary amab. He/him.

Bi but aro leaning. Shipped with Roland.

Buff in an athletic way. Very slim waist. Hourglass figure almost.

Yi Sang

Transmasc. He/him.

Aro. I don't know about ships yet. Cute with Faust but not too big on any.

Faust

Transfem. She/no pronouns.

Lesbian. Shipped with Ishmael, Don Quixote, Outis, and my oc.

Buff arms for big sword but otherwise slim athletic. A bit fond of the theory she was artificially created in the same facility as Angelica and Argalia.

Don Quixote

Agender afab. She/it.

Lesbian. Shipped with Faust and Ishmael. Her and Meursault is cute too.

Had top surgery. Very athletic build, doesn't look it but is probably the most physically strong of all the sinners.

Ryusho

Nonbinary. She/he.

Don't really ship with anyone yet.

Burn scars on hands.

Meursault

Agender. He/she

Lesbian. Him and Don are cute. And Gregor.

Hong Lu

Transman. He/him.

Gay. I like almost every ship with him tbh.

His parents paid for his transition. Had bottom surgery (meta not phallo).

Heathcliff

Cis..? No one can tell <3 He/him.

Hatesex with Ishmael but also the kind of frenemies who gossip together and also shit talk each other.

Has a dick, may be bottom surgery. Has so many scars you can't tell if any are top surgery ones but it kind of looks like some are. Beefcake.

Ishmael

Nonbinary afab. She/they.

Shipped with Don and Faust. Hatesex with Heathcliff.

Buff. Rope burn scars on palms. May or may not have a tentacle dick and I have A LOT of headcanons behind that specifically.

Rodion

Transwoman. She/her

Shipped with Gregor. Flirts with everyone and Ishmael and Don get very flustered by it. She would kiss (or fuck) them if they asked.

Curvy but still muscular arms. Softest tummy out of everyone. Her body just stores all the food she eats since she used to not have much.

Sinclair

Transfem (not exactly out yet). She/he. (The original book Sinclair is from, Sinclair is sooo transfem coded.)

Aroace. I guess Demian/Sinclair is cute.

Outis

Transfem. She/he

Shipped with Faust.

Buff. Like really buff. Lots of scars.

Gregor

Transman. He/him

Shipped with Rodion, Hong Lu, Meursault.

Less muscles because he depends on his arm, kind of pudgy and soft. Bear. Genetic modification may have given him a dick. Lactates.

I also ship like every Sinner with Dante. Except Sinclair. I definitely see Sinclair as an adult but I really believe she is aro.

#project moon #limbus company #do i put this in the tag #ugh fine #been writing a lot just... not posting #i really want to be more active #talk to me <3

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caprice-nisei-enjoyer · 1 year

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I am very used to being charismatic. I was a cute, nonthreatening kid with a good sense of humor. That's an easy way to practice socializing, which meant I got kinda good at socializing! I even enjoy writing and performing, which happen to be great ways of getting comfortable with strangers.

But being physically attractive? That's still unfamiliar. I was shorter than all of my peers, baby-faced, un-athletic and somewhat pudgy. I acted in school, but I was averse to dramas, preferring comedies and musicals. I was only ever cast in one romantic role, and it was for a character who has been made magically short. The script demands a short actor.

So even though I'm 28 and I've been married for 5 years, it still surprises and elates me to hear that people think I'm pretty.

#personal

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the-wizard-writes · 1 year

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Urban Fantasy Drabbles: //The Elf and kitchen witch returns!//

//TW: Body dysmorphia, Body image issues//

//Heck yea! These two return!!//

“Mm…” Alfie stared at himself in the mirror. He grabbed his love-handles with a frown. He’s always been a little bit on the chubby side, ever since he was a child he was a pudgy baby. He looked awkward next to his more slender siblings, his older brother was an athletic tennis planner while his sister was a ballet dancer and he was just..there. He liked to be surrounded by books, he wasn’t outgoing like his brother or more graceful like his sister. He was just in the background... He did have academic achievements up to his neck however...He looked down at his feet over his tummy. He still felt disconnected to his family due to his size. Elves are SUPPOSE to be skinny and handsome! Everyone in his family where! But, he was just fat. “Mmm...” “Alfred?” Alfred jumped turning around to see Asha standing in the doorway. She furrowed her eyebrows walking towards him. “What’s wrong? You’ve been in and out of your room all day.” She asked. The elf blushed turning away from her his ears turning down. “N..Nothing..! I’m sorry I was looking for something...” The kitchen witch placed a hand on her hip. “Are you sure? If something’s wrong you can always tell me.” She said patting him on the back. Alfred bit his lip, was he really embarrassed to ask her about this? “Well...There IS something I wanted to ask you about.” He admitted to her. Asha tilted her head, “Really? What is it?” “..Do you like me?” “What? Of course I do!” She chuckled. “You know I love you.” Alfie shook his head, “No, No,! That’s not what I mean. I know you love me but,” the elf motioned towards his body. “Do you love me even if I’m...this?” he asked. Asha narrowed her eyes. “....An elf?” “No!” “Alfie, I’m going to be honest. I’m confused on what your asking me.” “Mmm!! I’m asking you if you like me even though I’m fat..!” He admitted. Asha scratched her head, “Fat?” Alfie nodded. “Yes. I want you to tell me that you love me. Even if I’m..well, you know.” He mumbled. Asha gave him a small smile. “Alife..” The kitchen witch wrapped her hands around his waist pulling the elf close. “You know I love you no matter what. I don’t care what you look like.” She glanced up at him. “You’re handsome no matter what. She said pulling away from him. “I love everything about you, your body, your personality. I even love the way your ears move when you’re flustered.” She explained. Alfred blushed his elf ears wiggling, “M..My ears don’t move!” “Hehe, yes they do. Look.” She pointed to his ears. He noticed his ears wiggling and quickly covered them. Asha smiled. “Alfred, I love you. No matter what.” The elf rubbed his arms looking away with a smile, “Ah.. yes. T..Thank you love.”

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viikingwitch · 1 year

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BASICS !

NAME: freya m/ikaelson NICKNAME/S: viking witch, a dark one, long-lost not-so-dead older sister, sleeping beauty AGE: in theory 1000+, in practice slept through 990 years of it so ... who knows anymore SPECIES: witch

PERSONAL !

MORALITY: lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true RELIGION: somewhere between norse paganism & atheism SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: old norse, english, latin, norwegian, french SECRETS: the details about her time with dahlia but also her past in general; not many people outside of her family would know she slept for so long or that she lost a child. as for things not even her family know: that, in her weakest moments, she doubts if they are worth the hell she pulls herself and others through for them. i know, what a monster!

PHYSICAL !

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 5ft 8 (172.7 cm ) SCARS / BIRTHMARKS: should have her palm scarred from cutting it every five minutes - alas, it's magic. so none, at least not physically. ABILITIES / POWERS: devastating magic of a firstborn, great knowledge of ancient witchcraft, her resilience RESTRICTIONS: her body ( including reflexes ) is entirely human, meaning she can't use all of her magic without hurting herself and can be surprised. no anchor for her magic. being mortal. blind loyalty to her family

FAVORITES !

FOOD: anything that can be microwaved. after conquering her fear of them, she finds pre-prepared food extremely convenient DRINK: bourbon, coffee, coffee with bourbon PIZZA TOPPING: having only recently won her freedom, freya is still finding herself. that includes pizza toppings. she'll try any of them. she'll try them all COLOR: black, white, red, purple MUSIC GENRE: she's still figuring that out, mostly BOOK GENRE: see above MOVIE GENRE: cartoons and animated movies. she'll watch anything, really, but she finds animated stuff particularly ... magical CURSE WORD: freya is a responsible witch and doesn't curse. if annoyed, she'll just curse you SCENTS: candles, dried herbs, fireplace, magic

FUN STUFF !

SONGS: surface pressure ( jessica darrow ), rootless ( marina & the diamonds ), one foot in front of the other ( emilie autumn ), roots ( in this moment ), born without a heart ( faouzia ), my attic ( p!nk ), witch hunt ( chandler leighton & dezi ) and my playlist AESTHETIC: slouching over an ancient grimoire, doing yoga, dancing in a club, dancing around a fire, staying up all night, candles, a home away from the city, butterflies, bourbon SINGS IN THE SHOWER: yes LIKES PUNS: yes

tagged by: took it from my other blog yo tagging: @sonofmikael @shapedhistory @seesgood @m1kaelson @brokencanbefixed @therebekahmikaelson @oblitum @thatslayer @sindicate

#quizes >> call freya out won't you #// i just ... love her //

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elden-schwing · 2 years

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HC Hour

It’s that time again. So I’ve been turning human!Morgott, or more accurately numen!Morgott, or even more accurately half-numen-half-whatever-the-fuck-Godfrey-is-but-that's-a-little-verbose-even-for-me-so-let's-just-go-with-numen!Morgott[1] (aka the de-cursified version of him we see lying on the ground after his Leyndell fight, except, like, less shriveled and dying) around in my head for more than a month now and I am way overdue to post some relevant content. Baby steps, though, or like my dad used to say “eat the elephant one bite at a time” (???) so let’s begin with some quick-and-easy headcanon: After a long, convoluted side-quest[2] that makes Ranni’s deal look like a fatpants trip to the gas station, you unlock the bestest and most secretest ending wherein you ascend Morgott to godhood and become his Elden Lord (and also his shadow in a total power couple move, but I digress). This ascension happens as he lays dying at the foot of the Erdtree, right before the game’s final boss(es). Why is Morgott dying at the foot of the Erdtree, right before the final boss(es)? Dramatic effect, my friend. We're taking a fresh approach, here. Maybe he leapt in heroically to save his beloved (that’s you) from Godfrey in an epic father-son duel and got clapped as a result. Maybe he stepped on a Lego. Who can really say? I mean, you, probably, since you were there, but whatever the case, you have a tender, heart-wrenching scene where you cradle his newly-numen form in your arms because The Greater Will has finally rewarded him for his centuries of faithful, utterly selfless devotion with the ultimate dick move of removing his omen curse only once he’s too dying to notice.[3] That’s right, best boy isn’t even aware of the change to his body—in his final moments, all he sees is you. It’s so fucking sad the sky itself starts crying, otherwise known as rain. Anyway, Morgott dies and you are understandably upset, but instead of coping with your grief in a healthy manner you choose violence and proceed to absolutely wreck Radagon’s shit and then use his man-skirt to spank the Elden Beast like that pudgy kid at the pool. You Win. You win and in a moment of pure self-indulgent petulance you punt Marika’s head off into the dark somewhere because Fuck That Bitch.[4] Then you carry(?) the Elden Ring back to the tragically handsome corpse of your husbando and jam it in there somehow and sit back to enjoy a miraculous-revival cinematic so dazzling and formulaic that it puts Disney to shame. You understand, now, where the budget for the boss tuning went, and why we couldn’t afford a quest log. And Godefroy. “Worth it,” you breathe in quiet awe. Congratulations. Morgott has become Hot. Actually, he was always hot, but now he’s a god so it’s capitalized and also he’s not an omen anymore. Tears run freely down your face and you can’t tell if they’re tears of joy or tears of abject sorrow as the monster fucker in you mourns the loss of his horns and tail and thirteen-inch knotted penis. In fact, that internal wailing that you assumed was your soul is actually the Midsommer-esque communal cry of monster fuckers everywhere. But don’t despair, I’m sure we can make up some bullshit reason why he’s able to shift back and forth like a big old skrunkly werewolf. So exactly how Hot is numen!Morgott? Well, if you’ve ever started a brand new save file, speedran to Leyndell and fucking murdered him just so you could use the Spread Out gesture next to his cadaver for the purpose of comparing model sizes, you’ll notice the man is still huge. He may not be omen-huge, but he towers over you all the same. Furthermore, ascension to godhood has rejuvenated him. Somewhat. His physique is neither swole nor spindly, and while athletic and firm, he certainly isn’t shredded enough to have a six-pack (unless that’s your kink in which case absolutely go off based king). His body retains the faintest hint of old man droopiness that he had as an omen, along with a proliferation of hair (treasure trail stans rise up) which, like the lush mane on his head, if compared against a sheet of paper, is revealed not to be wholly white, but a very pale shade of platinum blonde. You know what, though? Let’s just go ahead and say he has greys sprinkled in there too because gotta fuck geezers. Anyhow, the real question we should be asking here is: Does Morgott manscape? To which I can only reply: I don’t know my friend, does he? You tell me. [1] Oh my gosh what if we called him NuGott? Which sounds vaguely like nougat? Which all good-taste-havers know is objectively the best candy? [2] More on this later. [3] Now that I think about it if he dies in your arms as an omen we can just straight-up lift that dope transformation sequence from Beauty and The Beast (1991). I don't know which I like better. Shit. Fuck. [4] Once he’s done freaking out about his new body, Morgott, ever the dutiful son, will want to put his mum’s head back on her body. What happened to it? You have no idea. It’s not here? So weird. You help him look for it, though.

#morgott the omen king #margit the fell omen #morgott x tarnished #margit x tarnished #nugott #targott #headcanon #human!morgott

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