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keplo97 · 1 year
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(via Coussin «  La danse des feuilles » par Keplodix)
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wegotogether · 2 months
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kasumi is so FUCKING CUTE AUGJFCGVDHF
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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 7 months
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every time i write the word cushion it is after a fight for my life trying to figure out what vowels go where
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engrzeb · 3 days
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mewtwoevolution · 5 months
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Rue picked a daisy. Lost in her thoughts she missed what Runty had said and looked over with a short, “Huh?”
“Are you okay?” Runty asked again, “You haven’t really been paying attention at all today…” she was on the path her chair could roll through, watching Rue gather daisies. The human watching them a couple yards back.
She hesitated. That image flashing in her mind again of the mass of muscle being brought out of the tank and cut upon to that tiny face, “I… Has… Has no one told you what happened last night?”
Runty frowns a bit confused, “I was in the labs last night. They’re looking at why my hips hurt so much. I’m hoping it’ll get me a better coushion… so no, I don’t know…”
“…” Rue looked away to the flowers in her hands, “You uh… you’re an aunt. Maybe… or at least you were for a bit.”
The blue mewtwo blinked at her. She blinked again and rubbed her eye divot a bit as it ached again…
“Runty?” She asked the other cautiously, “I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have gone snooping.”
She shook her head, “Stop. Stop… it… It’s okay. I just…” she looked up from the rubbing to reveal she wasn’t just the ache it was to wipe tears, “Is he still okay? Did he make it?“
“Oh, oh yes One is okay. They were already talking about him stable before I went back to the room,” Rue assured her.
Runty nodded, “…so… my big brother had a baby? How?”
“…they had to cut it out…” Rue shivered at the memory.
“No, no I mean how could that even be possible? We’ve always been called infurtile. Cause mom is, cause we were cloned from parts of her and she is…”
“Oh… I had no idea…” Rue didn’t know what to say other than that before looking at Runty surprised as the crying mewtwo started to laugh.
Runty stopped even wiping her eye, “A baby. My brother had a baby… it wasn’t a terrifying tumor it was just a little baby… C-can you believe I wished it would go away? I wonder if he did the same… Sage always would say she could talk to him. I never could so I haven’t in decades…”
Rue stepped over to kneel down and put a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t dare say something just yet.
“E-even if it didn’t make it… even if it was too weak. I-I can’t believe it. He had a baby. But there hasn’t been flowers, Mom said they only can grow when a mew wanted a baby and could have one… but, they haven’t been around… but there had to be one right?” She sniffed and smiled as it was dawning on her through the overflowing emotions, “I think Sage brought him his flower…”
Rue thought a moment, “… let’s go visit him…”
Runty wiped her eyes and nodded, “Y-yeah. Okay… bring the daisies please?”
Rue nodded and they started back for the building…
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The room was mostly empty as they had managed to time it for the lunch break. Only Tyler was there talking to the mew on the screen but paid them no mind.
Runty stopped in the doorway, her eyes fixated on the loud black stitches on the soft green and how odd the yellow tint was to the liquids of the tank, “…He’s okay… but where…?”
Rue spotted it first and pointed out the counter, an egg incubator was humming away. A tiny green ball was inside.
Runty hesitated looking over but with a supportive hand on her shoulder she dared to get her chair closer…
The usual energy that’d suspend an egg so it wouldn’t get bumped had the tiny thing floating a few inches from the bottom. The tank as a whole swallowed it just how large the tank was and how small it was.
Runty reached up a hand to touch the glass, closing her eye and looking at it…. Just the smallest winking of that white outline and a soft shifting color inside it… it was so weak. But it was there, “Hey little nibbling… I-it’s your aunt…”
Rue watched a moment before something came to mind and she slipped out while Runty was enamored with the baby…
She looked at the beanbag chair and picked up the simple teddy ursa toy. It had helped her that first night and been such a nice soft thing to hug besides the fuzzy pillow she loved. One last tight hug. She was sure Annie wouldn’t mind but even if she did there was a little baby that was no bigger than her thumb bulb that needed a friend even more.
“Hey Runty, can I scoot by?”
The little mewtwo looked up and smiled before wiping her eye again, “It’s such a fighter. Every time the colors try to get really small they push them right back… it’s… it’s really amazing… scared me…” she pulled her chair back a bit, “Is that a toy from Annie’s room?”
“Yeah, I think they need the company from it more right now,” Rue offered, she looked at the teeny thing. She could see what Runty mentioned, it matched with its struggle to figure out breathing. It really was way too tiny, but it was figuring it out. She had hope they would figure it out completely, “Here you go little one. It helped me sleep, now it can help you….”
Runty took Rue’s hand, “they’ll have good dreams now no matter what…”
Rue smiled and watched the baby a little while before tugging Runty’s hand and then going to put the daisies beside One.
Tyler looked over as he noticed his break was over, “Oh! Perfect I was supposed to get you Rue. You’ve got to go through one last test before I walk you to the portal department. Say goodbye to our Rue,” he smiled with his metal filled teeth.
“What? Really?” Rue looked to Runty worried, “…Are you going to be okay?…”
Runty seemed to have shrank in her chair, her hand squeezed Rue’s, “y-yeah… I will be…. I-I’ll miss you though….” Her voice was small and uncertain.
Rue’s voice caught in her throat, “I don’t want to leave…”
“I’ll be okay… I was glad to meet you,” she forced a smile for her friend, “We should meet again sometime…”
Rue looked down. Silent a moment before Runty let go of her hand. She looked to the small mewtwo. The lump now stopping words.
She all but just fell down into a hug. Squeezing Runty. Only one short whine getting out.
Tyler scratched his head feeling bad but, “Come on, we shouldn’t be late okay?”
Rue stood up and rubbed her red eyes, “…o-okay…” she squeaked out. Looking back at Runty before reluctantly following Tyler. The last thing she made sure to look at was the tank, that bear set beside it with that teeny baby inside. Hopefully it would make it… it was struggling, but it was a fighter. Surely it would make it…
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Surely…
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recoverycat · 2 years
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My experience with weight gain
One of the most central reasons I always ended up relapsing before was because I just could not handle the weight gain. My endless cycle went something like this:
Restricting to what my ED redeemed an “okay enough” weight > deciding to up my intake enough to be able to live a little > in a matter of a couple of weeks suddenly gaining a lot of weight and mass > spiralling into relapse and the cycle repeats.
Each time I kept beating myself up over gaining weight and my ED kept shouting at me that it was obviously because I got too comfortable and wasn’t being vigilant enough around food. I don’t even think I can stomach writing down the obscene insults I drowned myself in.
I went on a pilgrimage, for instance. I had been relapsed for a while when I spontaneously decided to do it. I wanted something drastic to change within me and I had heard pilgrimages do that for people, besides, I love hiking and was itching to spend 2 months in my hammock tent. I had a measly month to try to eat enough to recover my body to carry 20kg on my back while walking day in and day out. I, of course, didn’t manage to fuel myself porperly and I started my pilgrimage weak and starved. I couldn’t even squat with my pack when we started, though after a few days of absolutely suffering my way along the pilgrim path and eating more than I ever have, I quickly got much stronger. It got easier, I could squat my pack no problem after a few days. But a week snails by and I notice I’ve gotten a lot bigger around my thighs and waist. I couldn’t take it. I had a mental breakdown and had to go home where I relapsed yet again. My ED screaming the entire time about how stupid I am for thinking I could live a little.
That’s how it’s always been for me. I couldn’t understand how I so quickly “got fat” as my ED wouldn’t shut up about. Am I really completely untrustworthy? Gluttonous? Maybe intuitive eating is a wish fulfilling sham, I thought to myself.
An integral part of my recovery came from accepting that I am genetically large. I have very buff peasant genes with a tall, broad stature to boot. It wasn’t fat I magically soaked up, I am one of those women who build a lot of muscle very quickly. And I revel in it now. After accepting that I am big and strong, I found joy in that. After I started eating properly and healing my relationship with exercise, I haven’t had any chronic pain. Everything is so easy now. Walking, running, sewing, chores, cooking. I used to be bedbound for years because I starved myself and then overate, neither of which does anything other than make me feel absolutely wrecked. Now I’m thinking about pursuing my dream career as a folk dress maker which I never thought was possible when I was riddled with pain and fatigue. I’m actually alive for the first time in my life, I feel.
As a little sidenote, that’s not to say fat is bad. I’ve gained back fat as well in recovery which I’m also happy about as I’m now coushioned and can roll around on the floor and sit with my back resting against the wall without pain.
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zo1nkss · 5 months
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HeroxVillain but every attempt to thwart each other is just really elaborate flirting
"You always come up with the best excuses to get me alone," said while batting their eyes from the recently cleaned, polished, and well coushioned couch, restrained
they fuck every time but the whole city thinks they have this in depth rivalry when in reality they're just super fucking kinky
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mercless · 11 months
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the cream bandages are layered thick, squishing the skull under the damaged skin so that it hugged every curvature of the face it hid now. Dark strands that couldn't be pushed out of the way had been flattened beneath the gauze. But appearance is far from a worry of Talon's as they sat back. The assassin is still, head lopsided toward the injury, and their one visible eye is vacant. The proud home around them deafened the oceanic winds that pushed the patchwork clouds lazily far above. The midday sun did not brighten the cool shadows Talon had wrapped themselves in, though. Their right faced the deepest wall so the halved visibility affected less field of vision, not that they inspected anything sharing the modest room with them particularly closely.
The side table to the lounge they had melted onto held fresh bandaging and a new, simple eyepatch.
Something about it needing the rest, even if there was no permament damage, had been said when it was presented earlier. Talon couldn't remember the specifics. They couldn't even look at it.
The ship bound journey had been a painful blur. The stumble to the Du Couteau belvedere humbling. Talon had been ready to be turned away with shame, but here they had found refuge. But what they could remember clearly was the last time they had spoken to him. Informed him of their failure. His grimacing features boreing into their fresh mark. And his resolve to see the mission through to the end.
Talon's weight shifts, falling slow as molasses on the couch beneath them. The uninjured side of their face meeting that far too soft coushioning, their aloof expression shows no change as the eye slowly closes. Not to rest, but to escape their surroundings.
At the very least, there were no gargling caws here.
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ofvxcious · 2 years
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location: bullseye  status: closed ( @delictvm​​ ) time: thursday evening 
By the time Vivi had made her way over to the lounge, weariness had extinguished her anxiety. A few hours of firing angrily at a piece of cardboard would do that to you, and it was cerintaly cheaper than therapy. She flipped over a page of GunDigest (2022 Standard Catalog of Firearms, 32nd edition) and frowned disdainfully at some godawful concoction of a gun that was supposed priced nearly five grand merely because it was a rare outlier and used only once. Probably because it was utterly useless. A gun and a melee weapon? She snorted quietly to herself and took a sip of her rum and coke before flipping another page and slipping deeper into the soft coushions of the booth, her arms a heavy, weary mess still trembling from the recoil. 
“I’ve been around the block long enough”, she said without raising her gaze from the page, “to feel a lurker when there is one.” It wasn’t like she could really pinpoint the origin of it, or even distinguish it as an acquired skill instead of basic human instinct, but she could feel the tug of someone’s eyes on her in that indeterminable sort of way - a prickling feeling spreding across her skin, a trensing of muscles in her neck, desperate to look up. So she did. “Oh, it’s you.” She tilted her head and smiled, “Hello.” Vivi didn’t know his name, she didn’t think he ever offered one, but she knew he was supposed to mean something around here from the way people turned towards him when he came in, as if expecitng him to come over and say something. An owner? A manager? Big-shot gun expert? She could use one of those for pestering. He didn’t look like he liked to be pestered, but neither did literally any doctor when she was interning. She was thorougly immunized against cold stares. “Am I not supposed to sit like this?” She untucked her legs from beneath her, closing the magazine’s pages over her hand and worrying her lip while she tried to think of something to say. She went with blunt in the end, “I never know what you do here - are you like a... boss?” Her whole body tipped forward, stretching out as she extended her hand, “Vivian, by the way. Figured I’d say hi since I’m dropping money around here like a drunk fool.”
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wakalifestyle · 2 months
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prosopagn0sis · 4 months
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𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧  𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬'𝗥𝗘  𝗔𝗟𝗟  𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞  𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠  𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧  𝗜𝗦  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧  𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗦  𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗦  𝗢𝗙  𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡  𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗦  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘  𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗬.  for  example,  once  soap  settles  down  on  the  common  room's  couch,  she's  right  there,  hopping  onto  coushions,  resting  her  head  against  soap's  lap  and  staring  at  him  with  the  loveliest  of  smiles  she  can  replicate.  badly  dyed  hair  of  yellow  color  splay  around  her  like  a  halo,  and  yet  the  girl  couldn't  be  far  more  from  an  angel.
❝  entertain  me~  ❞  the  girl  says,  tone  an  octave  higher  than  usual.  here  he  is,  not  a  guard  dog,  but  a  golden  retriever  boy  thrown  into  big  men's  wars  —  her  all  time  favorite,  beloved  foap.
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prompted:  from  here. @deadwar  for  john  ❝  soap  ❞  mactavish.
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streetplants · 5 months
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I feel like a pin coushion rn
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kisenth · 9 months
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Found a cute pose and had to doodle it~ ... and then just. Kept adding things. Yeah. '-';;; ((... may or may not actually add some more little things but yes even SHE knows that Leon coushion is TERRIBLE ksdjfdsfhk ))
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anantradingpvtltd · 1 year
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crimesprints · 1 year
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