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roboticlover20 · 17 days
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Face it.
A kinitopet OC comfort comic on body dysmorphia
Cw: Hair/skin picking and slight blood
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I think I’ll keep some of them.
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I made this to show the struggles of my kinitopet oc sesami and also give hints to how her life was before she met kinito
I hope this comic does some comfort and have a little body acceptance on being comfortable with who you are :))
Also Sesami redesign! Shes more yellow and have two little caryophilyllidia on each side, simple but i like :D
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jewishrat420 · 1 month
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Eddie Munson doesn't know what he looks like.
Sure, when he looks in the mirror, he sees a guy with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes to match. He sees two arms and two legs and a scar-crooked smile.
He sees all the parts that he has, all the parts that he knows he's supposed to have.
And he's capable of recognizing that they belong to him. It's not like he thinks he's inhuman, some beast of otherworldly nature.
(At least, not on good days.)
It's just... well.
Sometimes, when Eddie looks in the mirror, all he can really see is his face.
Like, sure, he can see the rest of his body. He knows his face is attached to the arms and legs that he's capable of recognizing in some separate, distant sense at some separate, distant time.
But when he tries looking at himself as a whole (after buying himself a full-body mirror to hang on the back of his door), it's like his face alone is magnified a hundred times over.
Like all he can see are the hollowed-out sockets where his eyes sit, the heavy flush of his cheeks, how stark it is against the rest of his pale skin.
It's like he zoomed in too far and got stuck there, unable to refocus and look at the picture as a whole.
All he can see is each individual pore that travels like a lightning rod through his skin. All he can see is the curve of his nose and how big it looks when his brain doesn't recognize its place on the rest of his face.
It's like he sees each feature individually. His eyes are miles away from his lips, his chin and forehead a stretch farther than that of the sun to the moon. Hopelessly revolving around each other in the desperate attempt to cross paths, understanding the inevitable and fighting against gravity to change it.
He recognizes that he has a face. That his eyes and nose and mouth and cheekbones and pores all belong in the same place, on the same body, to the same person.
But it's like there was a wire cut somewhere in his head. Like the connection that reminds him that all those separate parts actually go together was severed. That reminds him he's more photograph than Picasso, less alphabet soup and more a well-structured sentence.
It's worse when he looks at his body.
Because there's so much more to it than to his face. There are so many parts, so many varied pieces that somehow fit together and make him the gangly, skeletal, off-center human he knows himself to be. The sack of bones and blood that moves when he tells it to.
He looks in the mirror and sees his arms, how they hang and where they fall. And then it seems like they keep going, and rather than focusing on where they end (just above the jutting curve of his waist), all he can see is how little space there is from the tips of his fingers to his feet.
And then his arms look ten feet tall, stretched out to fit the entire length of his body, and when he turns away from the mirror, he swears his nails are going to drag along the carpet.
He doesn't know why he feels like this, but he knows he's been this way since he was a kid. He didn't know it was any different than how everyone else felt, assumed in that childlike way that he was just like all the other humans on this planet.
And then, one day, Wayne told him he should probably trim his hair. Said it was getting real long.
And Eddie had looked at him, confused, because his hair hadn't really grown for as long as he could remember. Kind of just stayed the same length, always at the same place on his body.
So Wayne led him to the tiny, clouded mirror in the yellowed bathroom of the place he'd learn to call home, his calloused hands big on Eddie's shoulders. He'd trailed a path with his finger from Eddie's scalp all the way down to the middle of his back, drawing a horizontal line where his hair ended.
"See, Eds? S'all the way down your back."
And Eddie remembers seeing this, even today. Remembers how confused he felt trying to connect what he saw in the mirror with the image his brain was showing him. Fighting reality with his own imagination— a battle he would soon learn cannot be won.
Because his hair did fall halfway down his back, objectively.
But it was also three feet off the ground, too, and that's pretty high up.
So it must not have been too long after all.
Because it still didn't look long, not to Eddie, not until years later when he and his uncle would bring out one of the scrapbooks and he'd finally see what the rest of the world did, if only for a moment.
It was then that Eddie learned he'd never quite see the world the same as everyone else. The way it was meant to be seen, by people who were meant to see it.
He'll see what's really there, eventually, but only after that version of him is no more than a fleeting memory. Only after he's adjusted to the way he looks in the present, to the vision his distorted eyes show him when he enters the hallway of mirrors.
It gets worse with the scars.
Because now his brain has something else to play with. Something else that convinces him that the thing whose limbs move around when Eddie tells them to isn't actually the person he calls "himself."
That they're actually three separate entities:
Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson's body, and the Thing That Calls Itself Eddie Munson's Body.
Three separate things, none of which have ever existed in the same world, let alone in the same person.
It doesn't bother him. Not always.
He doesn't need to know what he looks like, as a whole, the way other people see him. That's not for him.
No, Eddie Munson's Body is for the people that turn away when they see it in the grocery store. For the people who will peer upon its pale face in an open casket and mourn the thing that was inside it. The thing that Eddie knows to be himself, the thing that's begging to be seen for what it is.
But there's not much that can be done about it.
And most of the people in Eddie's life are there for him, for his brain, for the thing that floats inside Eddie Munson's Body. They don't care about what it looks like, only that He's in there.
Still, sometimes when Eddie looks in the mirror, he thinks he sees it. Him.
Eddie inside Eddie Munson's Body, hidden behind the Thing That Calls Itself Eddie Munson's Body.
He thinks he sees it, him, buried somewhere deep. Small, naked, crouched in the corner. Shaking with its hands clasped in front of its chest like it's praying.
He wishes he could do something. Wishes he could reach in and grab it, hold it in the palm of his hand (the one that really belongs to him, the one that he can see) and nurture it until it's bigger than the Thing, bigger than the Body, bigger than the whole world.
Big enough to be seen.
But every time he tries, it disappears like sand between his fingers.
So he gives up.
He drags his nails on the carpet and cuts his hair when Wayne tells him to.
He fills the Thing That Calls Itself Eddie Munson's Body and plasters a smile on the face he thinks is his.
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mrpsychokiller · 1 year
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by god i dont want to be a real person with a real life flesh body. i want to be a cartoon character. i want to have a cool well thought character design and be drawn with fun stylized colors and shapes and dynamic poses and wearing fun outfits i want to have a nonsense anime hairstyle and look a million cool different ways depending on who draws me. i want to be as beautiful as art is and as loved as art is and as free for infinite possibilities of looking like absolutely anything like art is. can someone draw me with cat ears
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the-grand-gemini · 4 months
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Wyll Ravengard thoughts/writing prompt:
Wyll's identity is so heavily focused on his father, which absolutely makes sense given his upbringing with only the one parent, but that doesn't mean sometimes Wyll never wonders what his life would be like if she'd been there. He doesn't necessarily miss his mother as he never had her, but there are moments of "what if". What would father be like, would his expectations have been the same, would his mother have stopped him from being sent away, would she have come with him if Ulder would not let him remain in Baldur's Gate, would she too have cast him out, would she have written to him after he left the Gate, would she make father stay in touch too? Wyll carries a sense of loss and nostalgia he has no means of placing. His mother is an empty shadow in his mind.
Which brings me to this: I can't get the idea out of my head that after Wyll is transformed he feels he's lost part of the gift that his mother gave him. Specifically his eyes. Are Ulder Ravengard's eyes also brown like Wyll's? Probably, but maybe Wyll's eyes were the same shade of brown his mother's were... He had already lost one during battle, and now his remaining eye has been touched by the Hells.
The scene that made me think of this is when Karlach is mourning the loss of the heart that her mother gave her. I feel like Wyll is still probably in relative shock over his changed form and is experiencing body dysmorphia. He would hear Karlach's words and suddenly have another moment of heart break. A thought that had not sat with him yet while too busy trying to adjust to his new form and survive their adventure. The gift that his mother gave him has been corrupted and it's his fault.
(Not that it's actually his fault given that he was a teenager when forced to take Mizora's deal, but you can't tell me Wyll doesn't feel guilty at times for "failing" to meet his father's expectations and internalized that sense of shame)
Even though he's never really met his mother as she passed before he could know her, he feels another level of loss. The body she died giving to him has been altered, the eye(s) in the mirror watching him are no longer his mother's. Maybe one day there will be some relief. His changed body is a means of stepping out of the shadow of who his father expected him to be. But for now there is loss and mourning a gift given by someone he never knew.
I just feel like Wyll doesn't get as much writing and we don't really get to deeply explore the horror of having your body altered without your consent! Which thematically everyone in the party is desperately trying to avoid having their body altered via the illithid tadpol! What we do get are a few brief lines saying that we are sorry and that he's still himself (as well as very handsome if not more so because... horns 👀💦).
I need to read about Wyll mourning himself and accepting his new body. Confronting his father for abandoning him in a time of need. Remembering his father choosing his duty to the city over his duty to him as his child. I mean he could have retired! He and Wyll could have moved to the country OR travelled the coast together fighting for others! However that didn't happen and I feel like a bigger discussion is needed before healing that bond.
You can't tell my young Wyll Ravengard, who loves his father so much he already forgave him the moment he was cast out, didn't cry his heart out alone under the night sky the first time he was on his own. That he doesn't suppress those emotions constantly, because yes he doesn't regret sacrificing himself to protect the people of Baldur's Gate, but that doesn't mean he doesn't weep knowing his father's love was conditional.
I need a discussion where he worries that Tav may choose to leave him someday if he cannot meet their expectations. He knows its unfounded, but the hurt inside himself remains.
I want to see Wyll struggle with his changed body and rediscover himself. Either with the support of a romanced Tav or just the entire team as a supportive found family there to help him.
If anyone wants to use this as a writing prompt please go ahead and tag me if you do so I can read it!
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merriclo · 3 months
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sorry to be the one to tell y’all but im like 92% sure that Legend is at least like a little bit fugly. just a bit
and even if he isn’t, Legend would still have a very odd relationship with physical beauty. Yuga was freakishly obsessed with it and often decried Link for being ugly, calling him “another worm,” a “filthy [fool],” “a sad, drab painting,” and an “inferior form.” now ofc this could be interpreted as Lorule having opposite beauty standards as Hyrule, but i doubt that considering how much Yuga praised Princess Zelda. and also, if you believe that Tri-Force Heroes is canon to LU, they also insulted the hell out of him there.
so. yeah sorry y’all but Legend’s probably got a fucked up relationship with his looks. and he also might be a little ugly by Lorulean/Hytopian beauty standards
obviously i’m not stating this as fact, headcanon what you want. just pointing out an interesting thing from the games
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baphometsgirlcock · 5 months
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ive rambled about this to my friends but i do genuinely find it so funny that dunmesh just randomly is like "by the way this woman has a penis now" as a throwaway detail. her brother has a one-panel crisis in the general vicinity of her newfound anatomy (which is played off more as a joke about him not being ready to have nieces / nephews tbh), and then it never comes up again. falin just Obtains A Dick and there are 0 narrative consequences. there is one panel of fridge humor and then nada. the most casual possible phalloplasty.
Which is fun enough on its own but also. it's a dragon cock. like. she didn't just get a dick, she got like The Dick Of Legend. truly a pioneer in fantasy furry transhumanism.
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bluinary · 7 months
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Mixing and matching Ren Fest Fionna looks :) I think I'm going to go with # 1!
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zoannearts · 6 months
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Oc tober day 19 “exploring their relationship with their body”
Prompts by @thepromptfoundry
Reference from @adorkastock
At first I wasnt sure what to do for this prompt at first but deciding to go down more of an identity crisis route, Image suffers from dysphoria and dysmorphia as an android who at one time was just conscious code who was then given a “human” form, her body never felt like her own so I decided to try and capture apart of that in this prompt
Image at one time was just an autonomous robot, but through updating herself and experiencing what life has to offer her consciousness began to fully form along with that came these existential feelings and confusion. Overwhelmed with all these things she was never built to feel
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mossy-rainfuck · 2 months
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no offense but in all of my smutfics i will in fact go out of my way to note that the characters involved have small to average sized dicks because i am SO TIRED of everything irl earnestly try to convince me that fuckin 8 inches is average
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zilodak · 7 months
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Selin is so so pretty. You draw her in a beautiful way. You can tell a lot about her just with your art and she's wonderful. Some people are just mad cause they can't stand a beautiful woman with a double chin ig
Thank you! I used to be super aware of my soft jawline and double chin but drawing her has helped me grow indifferent about it immensely. And I can only hope that when people see my characters they feel safe knowing that that it's okay to look like the way that you or they look, and that you're not taking up space.
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kazthegenderjuice · 7 months
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very disappointed in all these fics with aziraphale being all self conscious about his body. WHY CANT BE BE CONFIDENT IN HIS THICC SEXY FINE ASS SELF. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO WORK THROUGH THIS FATPHOBIA SHIT WHY CANT HE JUST KNOW THAT HES HOT
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femmefangirl · 19 days
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what makes you beautiful - localcryptidlivinlife - The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan [Archive of Our Own]
The first time Apollo ever looked at the meat sack he was inhabiting, really looked, he had cried until there was no tears left to fall. Crying without tears was new, he had never done that before. As a god he never cried.
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a-heart-of-kyber · 3 months
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I need to put this into the world, but Gale's abs don't bother me...or more like I can get why they're there for 2 reasons; 1) I've heard enough stories about those who strive for what are essentially show abs to know they can actually be weak af. I had brothers in sports during the 90s, I have witnessed things. and 2) Um...this is darkish, darker?
but I figured he always made his body into what Mystra wanted. With his people pleaser personality, it tracks. Particularly when you see the Drow twins and realize that he is not exactly comfortable with himself and he's uncomfortable with the whole situation. Being depressed for a year pre-game could've made him double down on his needing to look perfect for Mystra mindset in part as an additional form of punishment.
Anyways, fuck Mystra.
This is all headcanon bs and, as a plus-sized person, I am in full support of pudgy Gale and especially post game I have healed pudgy Gale. Let him be fat! And let it be utterly joyful as well!
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arataki-neato · 8 months
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Thinking about how Dan Feng chose to dress in so many layers despite what is presumably The high elder outfit (since the statue is wearing it too) showing so much skin
Dan Feng feeling like his body doesn’t belong to him, like he’s just an exhibit on display for others to gawk at or admire, so being able to choose who gets to see his body and when feels like wrenching back some modicum of control
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akashigadabi · 10 months
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Why am I thinking about trans Dabi now and how him being a trans man would add an extra layer to his trauma because imagine the dysphoria and trauma and invalidation and dysmorphia and depression he’d feel if he thought his dad abandoned him on a dime for his “real” son with a “perfect” quirk. Like I can low key see Endeavor being mildly transphobic even if he accepts Dabi as a son, and I can see how Dabi would see it as Endeavor ditching his disabled trans child for his abled cis one and damn.
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melonbear51 · 1 year
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hmmmmm. do you have any extra-angsty/bittersweet fledgling concepts? any clan will do as long as it causes Sufficient Suffering {salute emoji}
Hello there Anon, and thank you for the ask! I love me an angsty fledgling concept, so this should interesting (and depressing)! So this is probably going to get dark, just as a warning. TW specifically for mentions of terminal illness, body dysmorphia and non-consensual body modification, miscarriage, and generally depressing themes. PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS CONTENT IF YOU FEEL YOU CANNOT! I'm here to provide inspiration and ideas, and really don't want anyone to get hurt! 1. A young Salubri who witnessed their beloved sire get diablerized in front of them. They now seek the culprit in order to diablerize THEM so that they can be together with their sire once again, albeit in a tragic and twisted fashion. 2. A vampire of any bloodline who is working themselves to the undead bone in order to gain siring privileges from the prince in order to save their terminally-ill relative/friend/love interest. 3. A Malkavian painter who loved to paint portraits prior to their embrace. However, their madness is prosopagnosia, the inability to recognize or distinguish faces. Their work has grown more famous due to them having to get more creative with their portraits (Think "The Son of Man" by Magritte) but they are miserable and lonely from their inability to see others and have also grown incredibly paranoid as being unable to tell the difference between people sight-wise is incredibly dangerous. 5. A Thinblood who was embraced and then abandoned by their lover after they failed to manifest the traits of their bloodline. Desperate to regain their affection, they will do anything to catch their eye and gain enough power to be "worthy of their love." 6. A Tzimisce fledgling who served as a "canvas" for their abusive sire. Though they've managed to escape, their body has been changed without their consent and they no longer look or feel themselves as a result. Though they could theoretically be returned to their previous state, vicissitude brings back bad memories and even if they did go through with it, they still wouldn't feel like themselves. 7. ANYTHING involving a pregnant character getting turned, as the embrace doesn't allow for the carrying of children.
Hope these do the trick! And please make sure to take care of yourself mentally and physically 🤗
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