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hi, it’s been a while…✨🤎
#gorditaperobonita#fat babe#happy gordita#i'm cute sometimes#happy fat girl#plus size#i love me#fat girl#feelingmyself#smileitsmonica
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Hello!! This just popped into my head when I was re-reading the enderman reader for the 9th time-..
Okay.... Mexican reader! X Wally.
Okay like one day there's a picnic or a party whichever one you want and Julie requested reader to make some of their traditional Mexican food and they did but they messed up one in the kitchen and everybody else in the other room just starts hearing reader cussing/yelling at them self in Mexican. When they bring out the food everybody just staring in the questioningly cuz they don't understand Mexican. I'm so they decided to teach Wally how to speak Mexican at least a little bit and minus the cussing I don't know why I wanted that also if this ask is too difficult ignore it I don't want to overwork you!
From: a new friend 🌜/ _.Moon._
To: you💝
Moon…I am Mexican 🧍🏻this is gonna hit me too!
But I love it! I can imagine them teaching him without reader knowing and Wally just full on talks in Spanish and they’re like 😳
Okay! Enjoy…hopefully 🫠
Everyone was at your house since Julie decided a few days ago to have a small get-together. Just everyone hanging out and trying food and desserts from you. Everything is good, everyone is happy and laughing what can possibly go wron—
“¡Puta madre! ¡Se me olvidó la pinche sal!”
Everyone snaps their heads over to the kitchen door as they hear you cussing in your mother language; Spanish.
Julie immediately looks at Wally, who was sitting on the couch holding his cup of tea. He feels the stare and glances up as sees everyone is looking at him, he turns behind him and turns back when he sees no one behind him and then point at himself. “Me?”
“Yes! What was that?” Sally question and glances back at the door when she heard crashing and thuds. “It sound like they’re taking the kitchen apart.”
“Oh, yeah, they do that. It’s okay.” Wally waves it off and sets his cup down. Before anyone could question his careless and nonchalant response you come out of the kitchen with a tray filled with plates of food and bowls of some type of soup.
“Okay, I have el arroz y la carne.” You say as you set the tray down on the table with a smile. “Ah, si! Tambien las albóndigas. Enjoy!”
“Are you okay, Y/n?” Barnady asks as he looks at you.
You turn to him and smile, nodding your head as you walk back to the kitchen. “Oh si, I’m fine I just messed up, no worry. We don’t have salt though.”
Let’s say everyone was a bit confused but enjoyed the delicious and spicy food. But Wally was still a bit worried? He’s been your partner for a while now and still haven’t gotten use to the language you’ll sometimes talk to him with. He wants to learn it, and learn a lot of it.
And that he did, everyday he would practice some phrases, learn new words, translate, write, practice speaking and writing. Anything and everything to her it drilled into his head.
A few weeks later You’re back in the kitchen making some dulce gorditas when you heard the front door and hears Wally’s voice. You beam and walked out the kitchen to greet him. “¡Hola, mi amor!”
Wally grins at you with a blush and waves. “Hola, Mi vida.”
You froze. Did you hear right? Did Wally just spoke Spanish to you? It was clear and you can clearly hear it coming from his mouth. “..what?”
“Hola, mi amor. ¿como estás?” He giggles at your frozen and shocked state and holds your hand giving you a sweet kiss on your knuckles.
“Uh…I’m good. How—how did you learn?”
“I got help from Eddie. Did I do a good job?” Wally smiles at you and it only seems to grow when you nod. “¡Que bien! Te amó tanto.”
You blush and then smile, this effort on his part to lean the language warms your heart. You always proud of your language and are very patient when Wally doesn’t understand and you would teach him but other things will come up and you didn’t have the time to properly teach him so seeing that he did on his own account made you love him even more.
“Ay, cariño, yo también te amo.” You give Wally a kiss on the cheek and pull him closer to which he returns without hesitation.
If he can make you happy like this, he wouldn’t mind learning absolutely everything to do so.
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Y’all miss me!! No? That’s okay I missed you! Writers block is a real pain I’ll tell you🫠🧍🏻
#welcome home#welcome home wally#welcome home x reader#welcome home x you#wally darling#wally x y/n#wally darling x reader#wally darling x self insert#wally x you
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Man fuck azuls eating disorder. I'm making him gorditas and rice and he's going to EAT THEM. I'll handfeed him if I have you. I'm happy to in fact! Gorditas are relatively small, so he could eat them easy enough and the "but they're so small? Come on beautiful you can have one more. Can you do that for me?" Excuse could fly.
I want to feed him and then cuddle while playing with his hair. I want to love him softly and take care of him forever. LetAzulBeSpoiled2024 he is lovely and absolutely insane and that's beautiful
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My ideal dream is that I'm married to Azul, and in the future he's gotten chubby again because he has a healthy relationship with food and his body now after years of therapy. But yes, feed and cuddle Azulito, he should be loved and cherish and spoiled.
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Taming the Bull - Another snippet
A/N: the fic won't be started until I finish my nanny one. but wanted to say the reader will be chubby, because we need more miguel x chubby!reader blessss and miguel will be saying stupid shit thinking he's being romantic and kind but in reality it's actually fucking rude
Also reader won't be like one of the curvy girls with hips and hour glass shaped. She's gonna have a bigger belly, back fat (big back), hip dips, hella rolls, slimmer legs/thighs, etc. Basically her upper body is bigger than her lower. It's similar to my body shape tbh
WARNING reader is hella insecure of her body (yes I will be projecting in this fic but reader will eventually learn to love herself on her own and not because she's received love from miguel and gabriel)
Miguel holds you close to him, dark eyes peering into your trembling ones. His knuckles brush along your cheek and you move your head away, gulping.
"I just don't get it," you whisper, attempting to push yourself off of him but his grip grows tighter. He's tilts his head with a brow raised, humming in question at your response.
"Why me?" you ask him, unable to meet his gaze. "It's just, there's so many other girls you can and have been with. I'm nothing special. My body is...nothing special." Your cheeks burn in shame at saying that, but you can't picture yourself being with someone like Miguel.
Or basically picturing Miguel with someone like you.
It hurts, but you've gone your entire life with no affection from anyone. No one has perceived you in a romantic way and you know it's because they see your body first before your heart.
Miguel sighs, pursing his lips. He's heard that so many times from you, and it's beginning to frustrate him. He's wanted you for so long. Why can't you believe that he wants you? He loosens his hold on you and cups your cheek, having you look back up at him.
"Hey," he says softly, expression turning soft. "Don't say such things about yourself. You are beautiful, gordita, inside and out." He presses a kiss into your hairline. "I hate it when you talk about yourself like that. If only you can see yourself from my eyes."
A shiver runs down your spine and you inch forward against him, gulping. "I wish I could too, but it's impossible. I just...I don't know," you sigh in defeat.
"I understand you're insecure, but you can't let that stop from what good can come out from this. From us," he says. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them. "Don't let your insecurities hold you back. Not from us. Not from anything. You deserve to be happy, gordita."
"I'm just not used to things like this," you say.
"Then let me help you get used to it," he encourages. He gets closer to your face, hot breath fanning across your skin. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."
"But wouldn't you want someone with a perfect body? Someone who isn't like me," you say, eyes dropping down to his lips. You can't help but say those things. All your life, you were hated for the shape of your body. As much as you've tried to fight against your insecurities and the scrutiny of others, you just can't help it.
"I don't want someone with a perfect body. I want yours," he whispers, about to close the gap. "Besides, you're not fat, you're absolutely beautiful."
"What?" You pull your head back, frowning. You didn't say you were ugly.
"I said you're beautiful, babe," he winks. "Besides, why would I want a perfect body when I can have yours?" He tries to close the gap again, but you take a step back.
"That's not the fucking compliment you think it is."
Miguel blinks, caught off guard by your sudden shift in mood. "I didn't mean anything bad. I'm just saying I don't want a perfect body."
"Fuck you, get out of my apartment."
"Gordita, wait-"
"Just get out!"
#miguel o'hara#miguel ohara#across the spider verse#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel ohara fanfiction#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara x reader#miguel o'hara x chubby!reader#miguel ohara x chubby!reader#miguel o'hara fanfiction#future fanfic
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TIMING: Current
FEATURING: Metzli (@muertarte) & Siobhan (@banisheed)
LOCATION: Siobhan’s house, Gatlin Fields
CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions/discussion of domestic abuse
SUMMARY: While still in Wicked's Rest, Metzli and Siobhan enjoy a quieter moment and Metzli's cooking.
It was a gloomy day, the kind where clouds showed no sign of parting and the heavens cried a downpour so heavy, there was nothing else to do but stay inside. This wasn’t something Metzli minded. The pitter-patter of the rain was a welcomed beat, repetitive in a way that they found soothing as they hovered over the stove. In the pan, there were several gorditas frying, oil sizzling and popping. Almost joining the rhythm of the rain.
“Food is ready,” Metzli declared, plating a few of the bean and cheese pockets next to rice and a side of cactus. “I hope you like these.” They wiped their hand on their apron, grabbing the plate and placing it in front of Siobhan so she could have her meal. Her dog and Fluffy were waiting for their own serving, but Metzli knew better than to give into those wagging tails and big eyes. Instead, they placed a few pinches of cheese into two bowls for them to have, securing their mug of blood and sitting stiffly across Siobhan.
“There is also dessert, but that needs to set a little longer in the fridge. It is flan.” Clearing their throat, Metzli wrung their fingers against themselves and rocked a little, trying to find something idle to do to appear normal. Siobhan knew them better than most, and if strangers could tell they were worse at being a person than before, then it’d be almost futile to be anything else. Still, Metzli wanted some semblance of normalcy, even if it felt a little like the thing they detested the most; a lie.
“How is your food?”
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The voice roared in Siobhan’s head; no sugar, no oil, you’re not some child. Staring at her plate of food, she imagined and expected the clawed hand of her mother to swoop down and in the rain-coated air, she heard her admonishments. Her mother’s voice was a constant most days, woven into her mind between the parts that told her to breathe and blink. In reality, there were only the sounds of Metzli, her friend, caring for her, cooking for her. The aroma was not of the boiled fruits and stale wheat of her home, but of fat, protein and spice; good food, made just for her. She could hardly believe it. Metzli was the only one that had ever cooked for her. At home, she ate unseasoned, rudimentary foods: wheat, milk, and saltless stew. Her mother told her that a gluttonous tongue was one prone to weakness. With her mother’s words, she learned not to desire, not to yearn, not to crave. Metzli’s cooking pulled saliva from her dry throat.
She didn’t even cook for herself; her diet was grocery store sweets and whatever alcohol she fancied for the day. Someone, the person who had put this food on to her plate, cared for her in a way she didn’t for herself. “Fuck,” she murmured, taking her first bite. It didn’t matter what she bought, what she ate at a restaurant, nothing trumped the flavor born from hands that cared for her, hands she could hardly fathom. Siobhan wasn’t starving, but eating Metzli’s food, she always felt like she was. “Good, so good…” she moaned against her food, lost in some primal ritual between food and the hungry. “Flan?” She asked with her mouthful. “You shouldn’t have.” But she was so happy that they had.
She ate with the ferocity of someone who expected their meal to be taken away, and with the life she’d lived, it was exactly the thing she expected. How many days since a proper meal? How many days since enjoying herself? Finally, Siobhan looked up; oil dribbled from the corner of her mouth. “I feel cruel.” She swiped at it. “You’re drinking blood; you don’t know how good this is for me. And it’s so good. Oh, Irish food--I love it, don’t mistake me--but this?” She gestured at her plate. “Divine.” She’d meant to say something else but the thought was lost to pleasure.
“Thank you, thank you…I don’t think I can say it enough.” Siobhan grinned. “I can hardly believe you’re an artist and not a chef. I’ve told you before that I usually just eat junk, right? This is nourishment.”
—
Mexican food was hard to come by up north, and good Mexican food was an even harder to find. Few establishments held their standards high enough to garner regulars that knew what it should taste like. What without using the proper spices and blends. Hell, Metzli had a hard time finding what they needed in town, sometimes opting to ask Anita for help when they wanted specific peppers and the like from the invisible shops in their phone.
It was odd, in a way, to still be perusing through grocery lists and shopping when food had long since been a necessity. Everything Metzli needed for sustenance was within the warm mug in front of them. Since their death, or their whole life, Wicked’s Rest was the first place they’d truly had meals. The kind they read about in books and saw in those movies about happy families. Being invited to the table was never an offer extended to them. Not when their presence at the table always led to anger and shouting. Metzli had enough trouble as it was, with their stoic and quiet demeanor. They didn’t want to add insult to injury by behaving oddly when things grew too loud.
But that never seemed to be the case anymore.
Eating with Siobhan was much nicer, and even better, she liked having Metzli around. Not only her, but Cass, and Nora, and Leila. They had learned that tables didn’t have to be tense, and smiles could be caused by their mere attendance was enough. Although, their cooking did help, and they liked to be of use, even if they knew they didn’t have to offer something to be loved in return. They were free.
“You are not cruel.” They replied with a shake of their head, taking a sip from their mug. Metzli knew cruel, and it came in many ways. Anyone and everyone was capable of unleashing such treatment, Siobhan had never treated Metzli that way, and they had no reason to believe she would. Despite their existence as an abomination, she loved them, and they loved her back, in earnest.
“I am glad you like the food. Nopales-uh…cactus are not a favorite for everyone, but I did not want the plate to be uneven.” Another sip of their mug. “Learning how to cook was important when I was alive. My family did a lot of working so I would take care of food and chores when I was not on jobs with them.” Metzli paused, back straightening with a thought they deemed interesting running through their mind. “If you think about it, chefs are artists too. They just have different medium.” They bobbed their head side to side. “Well, it also is a little more useful.”
—
“Not cruel for this—I was only joking—though as a general assessment of my character? A little cruel.” Siobhan laughed, a sound she was discovering came easy to her in Metzli’s company. She didn’t have many friends. It was accurate to say she had none, in fact, except the vampire that shouldn’t have been a friend in the first place. What had done it? What forced her to crack? She couldn’t remember now; was it the scars that marred both of their flesh? Was it Metzli’s overwhelmingly tragic history? She took another slow, savoring bite. She’d always been interested in the idea of innocence; its debatable existence occupied her philosophical musings. Despite everything Metzli had done, despite everything they were capable of doing, she felt the presence of goodness tangled somewhere in their soul. It was more than she could say about herself. Now, there was no removing the vampire from the title of “friend”.
“They asked a lot of you,” Siobhan said absently, not wanting to make a larger topic out of it. Metzli’s terrible family brushed uncomfortably with realities of her own life that were—as she insisted—completely different but strangely similar nonetheless. “And cooking now…it doesn’t feel like a chore for you?” Briefly, she worried if there was a moral panic to be had about her dinner.
“Are they?” Siobhan hummed. “Chefs as artists…I’ve never considered that. Of course, I don’t cook nor do I create art. Is the feeling really the same?” She wondered at it, grasping at the illusions of feelings—they were too far removed from her. She didn’t know what it was like to create a piece of art, surely her articulated skeletons were art but their beauty wasn’t something she created, only assembled again. And she didn’t cook. She really didn’t cook. If a pan was in her hands, it was because she meant to use it as a weapon.
“You’re a good person, Metzli,” she said, seduced and entranced by food as she put more of it into her mouth.
—
“You have never been cruel to me. Not even with your jokes.” They rolled their lips over their teeth and offered a smile that didn’t quite meet their eyes. It wasn’t much, but it was all Metzli had to give, and it fell quicker than it formed. In the tune they were now deafened to, they knew, somewhere deep down, they’d fall on the more somber end of the melody. Something with strings made from their heart and keys made from their bones; a bold and powerful cadence that thrummed against the entirety of one’s skin and moved them.
Metzli would be lying if they said they yearned to feel it. They couldn’t. Nothing begets nothing. Not even logic was enough to swell any symphony of nature into crescendos. It could not keep rhythm with the beats of their loved one’s hearts and left them meeting that noise with silence. Metzli still wondered how that could still be so loud. How they were the only one to be affected by it. Then again, nothing begets nothing.
“Cooking never felt like chore.” They replied with a shrug and a shake of their head, thoughts wandering back into the past. Their parents were happiest at the table, relaxed and done with work for the day. Metzli always enjoyed it from behind the door of their room, listening to their parent’s love for each other outweigh their hatred for what life had done to them. “It was nice to be useful and be able to give my parents something to be happy about after working hard. I made them so…unhappy a lot. There…there was relief in being able to fix this just a little bit.” Metzli swallowed, staring distantly with tears streaming down their cheeks, though they were oblivious to it.
They moved on to the topic of chefs and artists with ease, none the wiser to the way their past, even in their new-found freedom to feel, affected them. “I think the feeling is…is…um…I cannot remember.” Brows furrowed as Metzli grew lost for a moment, trying to describe what the feelings were. When nothing clicked, they blinked and refocused on Siobhan. “I am not.” They replied simply, at first. “I am…just a bad person who is trying to be good now. It is not the same as being good. It is…” Trailing off, Metzli rose from their seat and excused themself quietly to go sit down in Siobhan’s living room. They knew they’d begun to ramble a bit too much. She didn’t need to see them in that state.
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Siobhan frowned, she couldn’t imagine Metzli making anyone unhappy. The fondness that had settled into her mind for her friend was a powerful one, she reasoned. There was no use fighting it back now. “Hey.” Siobhan stood slowly, pulling her gloves from her hands. Then, remembering how Metzli felt about being touched, Siobhan hesitated, hands raised to wipe away tears but incapable of the act. How useless she was, after all. She dropped her hands and as her friend spoke she said nothing and as they moved away, into her living room, she said nothing still. For a moment, she stood alone in the kitchen, battling the ever-present voice of her mother: don’t go, don’t be weak.
Siobhan walked into the living room. “Why did you walk away?” she asked, standing at the foot of her rug, staring at her friend. “Did I say something wrong? Did I…” She paused. “I’m sorry.” Siobhan could probably count the number of times she’d apologized on one hand, but they had been such insignificant gestures to her that she hadn’t bothered to remember any of them. So much of her life existed in echoed memories; misty remembrances of figures and words. In Wicked’s Rest, everything was clear. With Metzli, her friend, each detail was bright. She stared out of the window.
“I don’t know anything about what it means to be a good person,” Siobhan said, “but you make me proud with all you’ve done. Maybe you’re not a good person to the world but to me…to me you’re the best.” She looked over at her friend. “May I sit beside you?”
—
How could Siobhan say anything wrong? How could she ever think that she could be wrong in any way to her friend? From the beginning, even though her nature was to be death’s hands, she never declared anything wrong. Metzli’s existence was an abomination, but she saw worth in their being on that earth. Whether it was for their ability to be useful or their connection to one another, it didn’t matter. There was value. The kind that Metzli never thought they could have. And if what little Siobhan had shared about her life was any indication, they knew she believed something in a similar vein.
“You did no wrong.” Softly, they rocked themself, trying to keep calm as they searched for their words strategically. With a deep breath, Metzli wrung their fingers against themself, feeling their own skin and finding comfort in it. In a matter of moments, they were grounded enough to continue. “Feeling is…a-a lot.” Their brows sewed together as their tears continued to fall and their body rocked. “When I will feel a lot as child, it was bad. Mamá y papá did not like this. You did nothing wrong. I-I…I did.” Because it was true, at least to them. When they were alive and at their truest self, before the clan had any chance to mold them into the creature they were now, Metzli still had no idea what forms of expression were actually acceptable. As far as they knew, for their entire life, none were.
But they knew now that that was a lie, and even better, regardless of their display of emotion, Siobhan was proud. She deserved to know that her thoughts were reciprocated. She needed to know what she was worth.
“Touch me.” Metzli replied, slowly slipping their hand beneath Siobhan’s, guiding it gently to their face. Her skin was cold, but still warmer than theirs. Her palm cupped their cheek perfectly, the softness of it tempting them to lean into the kindness. That was what love was supposed to feel like. Not stinging flesh from a recent impact, or a blooming warmth that stoked into a blaze as tears ran over them, adding to the burn. They were sure Siobhan knew what that sensation was, and it caused a different kind of ache to toss around in Metzli’s chest until tongue could no longer be held in place.
“I am proud of you too, and you are my world. I think that is what matters. Doing bad is not good, but learning and trying is. Doing good for love is…is everything. I think.”
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“You didn’t. Do anything wrong, that is. You didn’t.” Siobhan didn’t know where the reassurance had loosened from, but the words shot out of her with steady confidence: as if she had never been so sure of anything else in her life. She had never thought of herself as a comforting presence, as anyone that could be a friend, and still the idea was laughable. But just this once, just with this one person… “Well, don’t say it like that.” Siobhan laughed, falling easily into place beside Metzli. Metzli’s skin wasn’t warm, but neither was Siobhan’s. She ran her thumb along the dried tracks of tears, across the bones of Metzli’s face. Underneath it all—the history, the trauma—there were still the bones.
“For love, huh?” The word stung the end of her tongue; the foreginess of it left a bitter taste. It was clear that Metzli knew what it was, but Siobhan could only guess. She’d asked so many times and still the answer wasn’t clear enough. In fact, most of Metzli’s sentiment was inscrutable. What did pride mean if it came from a vampire, someone she should have been liking down on? What was ‘good’ or ‘bad’ to a woman like her? She knew her friend was trying to comfort her, as she had been trying to do for them, but instead, she felt propelled from her body. Her soul, hanging somewhere far beyond them, twisted with freezing confusion. Siobhan drew her hand away. “It will be strange to be back with my family after all this.” That wasn’t what she wanted to say. “My mother would hate you.” Those weren’t the words that were sitting in her mind. “What matters in the end isn’t your pride in me, but my family’s.” No, no, she didn’t mean that.
Siobhan stood up, moving across the room to sit—as she should have to begin with—across from Metzli. “I understand that your parents were cruel to you—and for that I’m sorry. I am proud of how far you’ve come now; I hope you go even further. But this?” Siobhan gestured to her house, full of sentimentality and life; still smelling of the food Metzli had cooked. “Isn’t anything for me to be proud of. Going home—When I go home, then you’ll see it: everything I am. Everything I am supposed to be. And you’ll be proud then, of the right things.”
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Metzli’s face softened further as their eyes closed, a sigh they didn’t realize they were holding tumbling up from their lungs and past their lips. The tenderness in each brush of Siobhan’s thumb made it easy for the tension in Metzli’s body to release, and they opened their eyes to meet hers. Pools of velvet, swirling with both sorrow and a quiet longing, an edge of kindness for Metzli circling around. Each glance from her was a heavy crash with the weight of hidden pains. They wanted to swim.
“Your mother does not need to like me. You are who matters to me.” Even if she wasn’t allowed to let anyone matter to her. Her words didn’t hurt nearly as much as they would have if they hadn’t understood her strict background, and Metzli saw the moment a shadow crept over her gaze, the search for solace in her friend flickering away and disappearing when she stood.
Her body curled into itself, ever so slightly, with uncertainty, and Metzli knew if they could have stared a little longer into her eyes, pushing aside that discomfort of locking a gaze, they could have peered into those windows and found a little more to understand. With haunting clarity, no doubt. Regardless, Metzli stood firm on their beliefs, standing up and marching their way to place themself in front of Siobhan. “Everything you are, everything you have done and will do, is something to be proud of.” They took a step closer, bending at the waist to connect their forehead to hers, “I am proud now and I will be proud later. That is love, cariña. I love you. All of you is very much right to me. All of you is making me proud. I am excited to see you happy with yourself and with your family. It is what you deserve.”
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Her mother needed to approve everything; it was the way of a mother. Who knew better for Siobhan than the woman who’d birthed her, raised her? The woman she took after in appearance and voice. Her mother had, for most of her life, released her from the freefall of choice. She had always known what was best and right and what ought to be done; she always had an answer. Without her, Siobhan was as lost as a wandering duckling. It was by some miracle that she hadn’t been run over. Siobhan could see what Metzli could not: that she was surrounded by weakness, coated with an idiot’s sentimentality and disrespect. She was friends with a vampire, didn’t they get how wrong that was? Siobhan turned her gaze away.
“You’ll see,” she mumbled, closing her eyes now that Metzli was so close. “Yes, ‘deserve’. Yes, you’ll see.” When she opened them again, she met Metzli’s eyes with certainty. Siobhan looked at them the way her mother had always looked at her, her brown eyes clear of any lingering emotion. What remained was steel: jagged, sharp, opaque. “You’ll see,” she repeated. Metzli wasn’t saying anything wrong—the kindest things that had even been said to her were coming from those lips—but they weren’t right. They weren’t the things her mother would’ve said. Siobhan abruptly stood up, knocking their heads together, which she was sure hurt her more than it did the vampire. For a moment, her forehead throbbed, and then there was nothing.
“It’s not love. This—you. Real love, you’ll see it. It’s there! You, my…acquaintance—you’ll see! How great I really am, how lovely my family and my people and my skills. My wings! You’ll see my wings! I won’t be like this. I’ll be better, you’ll see. And you’ll cast this aside. You—you’ll forget about this. We’ll spit on this part together, curse the past. You’ll see!” Siobhan wasn’t sure how much sense she was making, but all of it aligned in her head. Like cobwebs loosening off an old machine, her mind churned. Her voice rose into the fanatical pitch it had once known well; her eyes widened and she smiled in that way, once, had been the only way she knew how, where the muscles of her face barely wrinkled. Where everything looked painted on. “Don’t say you love me now, you haven’t seen me yet. You don’t know me, but you will. You’ll see.”
—
It was no use. When a belief was so well ingrained into something that it choked one’s soul, there was no loosening that grip. Unlike Metzli, Siobhan had family to speak of. They didn’t treat her well and dangled the possibility of love as long as she made herself useful. From the day she was born, Siobhan had to work for what was rightfully hers, only receiving scraps. As if she were some animal motivated by food. They made it impossible to reach anything she longed for, each step she took only leading to her starvation. It made Metzli’s chest ache as they watched Siobhan justify it all, but there was nothing to do but listen and accept it.
Even if it felt like a lie.
And they hated lying.
“Okay.” Metzli nodded their head slowly, with a slight tremble and a quiver in their chin. It was all they could do to not gag on the acid coated their throat like they were a fae growing sick from the faux acceptance. They took a breath, offering a smile just as small as Siobhan’s. Almost as if to be a reflection, though they didn’t believe in theirs as she did hers. “I will wait until you fly back to me.”
Back home.
“What will you like to do now? It is a very good evening for looking for dead animals. I have perfect raccoon in my car as a gift for you.”
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Siobhan grinned, feeling as if she had truly won something; feeling something melded to its rightful place. She felt more like herself than she ever had in forty-two years. Siobhan perked up. “Oh, I love car raccoons.”
And with her acquaintance, a vampire, she could think of no better way to spend their time together than a hunt for dead animals in the mud. In Ireland, it would all be different; they would see. Everyone would see, finally, the correct Siobhan.
#love jojo love metzli this thread made me hungry#that's my new poem#writing#s2#c: metzli#domestic abuse tw#heavy in your arms
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Yes, but seriously, you must be beautiful, why don't you show your face? Tell us all a hint about your face, I'm dying to know how beautiful you are <3
O-Oh well I'll give you some hints just to make them happy /Bueno les puedo dar pistas sobre como soy físicamente / Posso dar pistas sobre como sou fisicamente.
. I have glasses (in a gradient of pink and white)/ Tengo lentes en un degradado de rosa y blanco/ Tenho lentes em degradê de rosa e branco.
. I have somewhat full lips/ Tengo labios algo carnosos / Eu tenho os lábios um pouco cheios.
. I'm a bit chubby but I've been working out for 2-3 months / Soy un poquito gordita pero hago ejercicio desde hace 2-3 meses/ Eu sou um pouco gordinho, mas eu tenho trabalhado para fora por 2-3 meses
. I'm 1.56 tall, I think that's how I measure :) / Mido 1.56 creo que eso mido/ Eu sou 1,56, mas acho que é isso que eu sou.
*Smile shyly*
#español#dollette#aesthetic moodboard#coquette#coquette icons#coquette moodboard#kpop#pink#kawaii#dollcore#2000s anime#anime and manga#animecore#anime#anime gif#manga#girls in glasses#brown eyes#girls with glasses#glasses
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bro what flower would your moots and anons be?
oooo fun i dont know flowers that well but haha
MOOTS
@ncteez TULIPS bc i think she is the most beautiful person ever (inside and out) and tulips are my fave fave fave just like hon, the loml (who deserves a gordita crunch rn) i love u til forever
@toruro i saw u love daisies but i ALSO love daisies and it just makes sense for you. it’s so simple but so pretty 🥹🫶🏽
@onlyseokmins U JUST REMIND ME OF ROSES!! ur so elegant and hot to me and idk like… if we were on the bachelor, id give you all my roses
@honeyhypen MY BABIE. definitely a lily bc i think ur just… really great and u remind me a lot of home (hope thats not too weird ><) and i grow lilies outside my house haha
@hwanghyunjinenthusiast an iris! bc bc bc i actually dont know, u just remind me of the color purple >< BUT LIKE ALSO THE FLOWER IS SO GORGEOUS AND IM SO FOND OF U LIKE I LOVE U SM OK
@majestyjun CHERRY BLOSSOM! u remind me a lot of the color pink and you’re just so sweet so naturally i picked cherry blossom for u heheh ily
@lovelyhan peony bc kai is my beloved and peonies are also my beloved. u remind me of pretty flowers in general so it was rlly hard to pick 🥹
@hyuk4ngel 🥹🥹🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹 ORCHIDS bc i love u and i know ur just so gorgeous and ur very comforting so, yes, orchid
@circlesol KEIR … OK WE DONT TALK THAT MUCH BUT IM KINDA IN LOVE WITH U SO IM PUTTING U HERE WHERE U BELONG. UR A PANSY (this sounds like a slur and im so sorry) but like the animal crossing flowers i have planted all around my island shhsd ur just so lovely to me and i think pansies and you just make sense ilysm
@kimkaitual bex pls dont be scared… ik we’ve been moots for a VERY short while but u make me smile sm 🫶🏽🥹 im gonna say ur a sunflower
@heesbaby DAFFODILS BC I FEEL LIKE U SMELL GOOD? sorry… um anyway ur gorgeous and shine so bright to me so ofc im gonna choose daffodils
@agustdiv1ne dandelions 🥹 not rlly a flower but they are in my eyes and i think they’re so cute and fun just like u. they were literally my favorite growing up and u kinda remind me of a childhood bff i had so maybe thats it hahahshs
@luvrkives im gonna say carnation bc they last forever and i also grow them outside my house hahshs mainly bc you’ve been my moot for forever and ever and ily
ANONS
🍀 okay i know i alrdy used it, but there is literally no other flower to describe u other than sunflower. U ARE SO FUCKING SWEET ILY SM
🎐 LAVENDER. like i dont even have to explain this. u are the color lavender to me and u are the scent and u are the flower/herb?
🧚🏽♀️ u are dahlia just bc i think ur a hottie and yeah… dahlias are THAT flower. real talk, i love them and u <3
☁️ jasmine bc u just give off that vibe like and u also give off “i smell good” energy IS THAT WEIRD ?? idk but ur very healing and i use jasmine a lot bc my health sucks heheb
dead plant i typed in flowers that are easy to keep alive and chose the prettiest of them all and that one was begonias HDHSHSH no but seriously, they are very pretty just like u<3
🌾 I MISS U. but also im gonna give you the sword lily flowers bc they kinda look like the wheat emoji shshdb and also bc looking at them makes me happy. I MISS U FR COME HOME.
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hi lemon!! :)
A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?
V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?
Hi Rachel!!
A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?
Honestly, probably my current wip love in a series of bursts & inches, it’s the biggest swing I’ve taken so far as a writer and I feel like it’s really paid off. It hasn’t gotten a lot of engagement, which is a little discouraging, but I wrote the fic I wanted to write and the feedback I have gotten (from you and others 😚) has been really, really lovely!
Of my complete fics I think Call Me If You Get Lost, it’s just so funny and fun and it’s a complete story. I really enjoyed writing it and I laugh the whole time whenever I reread it!
V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?
Yes! Absolutely! Any time I get a comment it’s a joy I’m so grateful and in awe that anyone would take the time to read my writing!! I think every comment on getting past the wounds of love, because I was really expecting that one to bomb. But especially the comments where people told me they listened to the Funkadelic record for the first time, or that reading the story brought back memories of listening to records with their grandparents or crate digging for records.
I think I would say the same thing about comments I get about food in my fics. I try really hard to include details and food that I think would be true to the characters and their cultures. So when people tell me that the way I’ve described Carlos’s abuela’s gorditas makes them hungry or his Tía Carmela’s flan reminds them of their own Nochebuena memories, or the ceremony of Turkish coffee with Marjan & TK makes them want to try Turkish coffee, or Paul’s quest to perfect his grandma’s Trini goat curry puts them right back into their own grandma’s kitchen. I feel so warm and happy!!
Also any time people comment and tell me that they love the way I write the group dynamics, or that the details I include with the background characters make the story feel real and lived in. Ahh! I always fret and I don’t have a ton of confidence in my writing yet, so that is some of the most wonderful feedback to get!!
Fic writer asks
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What is everyone’s favorite food in the Star Palace human Au?
So I'm gonna answer this one out of character as well because I love being able to explain the details behind certain things.
Zachary's favorite food is Gorditas De Natas. It's a fluffy pancake-like dessert served outside of churches after Mass. Because his family is super religious and he very much is not, this snack was always associated with being allowed back outside again. It's a literal "taste of freedom." He associates it with then getting to socialize with the other kids and play after being stuck in Mass for so long.
His second favorite is Flan, which is admittedly a joke between Gknight and I. That joke being: Zavy's VA, Reed, had no idea what Flan was.
According to Gknight, Tiago's favorite foods would be Chilles Rellenos (Stuffed Pepers) or Enchiladas. He for sure likes things really spicy. I always double-check with Gknight, as Tiago is the human version of Taki, who is his character. So when he's included in any Star Palace canon (human or official), I consult him.
Felicity's favorite food would actually be Empanadas. Or I should say, her favorite food became Empanadas after she met Tiago. She was absolutely starving when she stumbled upon his food truck. It was the first thing he gave her to eat when they met. It was also the first thing they learned how to make together, that they still love to cook together because it makes them genuinely happy.
Whenever she eats one, she thinks of him. (And NO empanada is as good as her husband's empanada.)
Shura comes from a place that is very, very cold. Therefore, their favorite food is richly-flavored soups. The two that they love the most are: Zharkoye and Borscht.
Zharkoye is a hearty meat and potato stew with carrots and mushrooms. It's very filling, incredibly warming, and is good for those cold winter days.
Borscht is one of the most traditional soups in Russian culture. The soup's main ingredient is beets, which give it a hint of natural sweetness. Along with the beets are potatoes, cabbage, carrots, celery, tomatoes and a dollop of sour-cream on top. Occasionally, it also has meat, but the most traditional form is meat-less.
Last but not least is Milton. Their two favorite foods are: Grilled cheese and mashed potatoes. Both are very easy, are low-effort to cook, and are childhood comfort foods of theirs. If you feel like this answer is simple, you're right. These foods are simple and straight to the point. That's why they like them.
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Happy New Year Everyone!✨🖤
#gorditaperobonita#fat babe#happy gordita#happy fat girl#plus size#fat girl#i'm cute sometimes#i love me#smileitsmonica
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th!nspo challenge ;
NOTE : I'm only gonna update this on this tab cause I don't want my other posts to get lost in this series thing... also my stats are already uploaded so imma start on day 2 :) NOT PRO
DAY 2 : i'm 5'2.... i do like my height sometimes i wish i was taller so i could present as thinner but its not one of my biggest problems
DAY 3 : I have a Pinterest board that I love its called tattoo inspo (I made it with a bunch of ballet & hour-class grunge girls in it. I named it tattoo inspo so it doesn't present weird cause it sounds like thinspo plus I can put skinny people with dope tattoos in
DAY 4: my greatest fear is that I'm gonna look sick or lose hair that's terrifying to me
DAY 5: I'm doing it for myself but the praise doesn't hurt :) also the way i could wear anything and look good sounds amazing
DAY 6 : sometimes nothing crazy but occasionally do slip up and eat a couple unhealthy things
DAY 7 : my parents do know that i try to eat healthy and that i "occasionally" count calories and try to lose weight . They think its a good thing
DAY 8 : i dont have one yet i just try to do as many crunches and sit-ups i can and i try to walk at least 1 mile a day
DAY 9 : I don't know honestly , sometimes i think they do but they've never said it to my face .
DAY 10 : freedom tbh
DAY 11 : @green-tea-111 i love there thinspo
DAY 12 : i usualy eat whatever i want but at a restriction
DAY 13 : I'm losing weight in both a healthy way and a unhealthy way because its not the point where its bad for my body but it can take a tole on my mental health sometimes
DAY 14 : My UGW is 102lb i really wanna get down there cause that would not only mean I would be like skinny but it would get my BMI down to 18.5 and thats the minimum healthy BMI. so def ideal
DAY 15: i am not vegan or vegetarian... i did try it a couple years ago and i actually gained weight cause i would only eat carbs so def didn't work for me
DAY 16: well literally for as long as i can remember probably around age 10 or 11 but most recent decision to lose weight was back in September of this year
DAY 17: I do have disorded eating
day 18: pasta , gordita tortillas , chocolate , chips , candy , ice cream , ritz crackers
DAY 19: tbh yesterday i had a happy meal
DAY 20: calorie counting or portioned eating cause diets are really hard for me
DAY 21 :
pants : medium or size 10
shirts : medium (but i prefer baggier stuff)
DAY 22: 7 pounds at birth ;) no but actually 100 pounds it was in 2019 i was in dance and i would dance 3-5hours a day and i did have distordered eating at the time and i gained due to my depression and binging
DAY 23 : a little... it didnt start it but it definitely helped
DAY 24: im not pro ana and i am definitely not pro mia, bulimia tears you apart so quickly its just sad especially when you do research on how it effects your body and how it only deteriorates you instead of making you thinner
DAY 25: i have unfortunately, it was rough i did it on occasion for about 2 weeks before i decided to do research and decided it wasnt for me
DAY 26: Wearing whatever i want and being less insecure. I cant wait till im skinny so i can just be happy with whatever i wear
DAY 27: I’m cool with food being infront of me I usually struggle most with it when its late or im alone cause thats when i tend to eat the most
DAY 28: It would be cool but its not what i want most i really want thinner arms and a tiny waist
DAY 29: unfortunately its mostly western beauty standards ( im part mexican and have very mexican features ) so its rough when i want the hour glass waist and a slope nose cause my body just hasn’t been able to do that
DAY 30: 10 facts about me
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I'm kinda freaking out all happy but MY WEAVING LOOM, THE CREATURE, IT IS FINISHED. All DIYed and with a rolling pin for gorditas to be the tension peg LMAO but it's done!!
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I’m getting kind of… chubby. My ass is getting rounder, my thighs are starting to chafe in the hot weather. But I keep eating and growing. Don’t you, gordita ? Even though I am already in a girdle. I keep stuffing my face because it turns me on to be so full. To have my new little chubby tummy get distended and taut because of my gluttony. Yes. I admit it. It turns me on to keep getting fatter. To feel myself get heavier, more out of breath, out of shape, less like the fit person I used to be. To be healthy but heavy. Happy and fat. I like it, to be his little pig. And for him to help me get what I want. To be gotten the way i want to be. I fantasize about Him sticking His cock between my big fat tits— about Him covering them in cum— and i feel obligated to let Him do me in that way if He wants to use my breasts for His pleasure. And imagine. Just imagine. Imagining Him getting me fat, out of shape, out of breath. Imagining He gets me drunk. I take my blouse and skirt off. I giggle, I smile, I start giving him sloppy innocent kisses— and then he starts to bite me, hard. Starts to grope and yank my tits out of my girdle top— and suddenly I’m begging him to fuck me and he's sliding his cock inside of my fat sloppy cunt, ripping through my (queen size tan) pantyhose. Crying out loud as he takes me. Begging, pleading, trying to please this God with my big stupid hips and my hot wet fat hole
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18/Dec/2022
Today was hard, I visited my family for the whole day and I believe you know how it goes, it went literally like family therapy but way more out of control. They criticized negatively my body telling me I was getting fatter :'[ and I couldn't think of anything else since this morning. I've got to loose it, it's like a literal necessity for me right now. Maybe since always.
I'm on vacation and I binged the past week four days in a row on cereals and cake, I felt terrible and started over again. Wish me to get rid of all the fat and get full with a single spinach leave, haha.
In the morning I exercised and felt happy before going to see my family, in the meantime I listened to the song at the beginning of this post, hope you like it.
🤍 Breakfast: Two non-fat yogurt and a green tea
Cals: 140
🤍 Lunch: Kiwi, banana, strawberry, and halved walnuts.
Cals: 334
🤍 Dinner: Nopales gordita with a cup of carrots
Cals: 374
Total cals: 848
Today that's all, thank you! Sooo good night, or day, or afternoon :)
🔥 Workout: MadFit's video "THE BEST AT HOME BOOTY WORKOUT (No Equipment, 20 mins)".
#3a71ng d150rd3®#b0n3sp0#b0nespø#4nor3x14#sk1nn1#sk1nny aesthetic#sk1nny legs#tw ana diary#tw ana mention#tw ana related#pro recovery#pro ed recover#pro ed recovery#ed recovery#recovery#self healing#self improvement#healthy eating#healthy#health
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Is it currently raining where you are?
No but it might be snowing
What's something that you have been wanting to say to someone?
A lot but it’s probably best I don’t say anymore
What's your favorite thing to do at the end of the day?
I don’t know
When did you last use a lighter or matches?
I’m not sure
Do you or anyone you know have covid or the flu?
I had Covid and I know a lot of other people that did too. And obviously the same goes for the flu.
Do you have a hard time letting things go?
If I really care, yes
What did you last have to eat?
Chicken fried rice
Are you allergic to anything that is unusual?
No
When did you last feel fear?
Uhhhh I don’t know
What did you last drop?
No idea
Have you ever been to a Halloween themed amusement park?
Yes, I wish that still came to town
What's something about your health that you would like to change?
Nothing
When did you last look on the mirror?
Like an hour ago
When did you last have to go to the doctor?
September
What color is your favorite shirt?
I don’t think I have a favorite
What last made you smile?
A text message
Have you ever walked through a sunflower field?
Yes
How often do you listen to music?
Everyday
Are you a fan of Taylor Swift? What's your favorite song from her?
Yes and I can’t pick a favorite
Would you be happy if you got a lifetime supply of the last thing you purchased?
I mean, you can always use batteries I suppose
What's something great that has happened to you recently?
Nothing, thanks
How old were you when you had your first best friend?
I was a baby
What did you last order from a fast food restaurant?
A cheesy Gordita crunch and a crunchwrap supreme
How often do you have to purchase shampoo and conditioner?
Not very often
What was the last pain you've had on your body?
My back
Is there anything currently bothering you?
Yes
Would you ever paint your bedroom bright blue?
Sure
What's your favorite way to eat rice?
I don’t know
Are you currently wearing something green?Nope
Have you recently lost something?
My mind
What's something that has really impacted your life?
Lord of stuff
What scents can you currently smell?
Nothing
What did you last have as a snack?
Honey bbq chips
Are you currently listening to music?
No
Would you say you're a strong person?
Yes
What's something you miss from the past?
Some of my friends
When did you last rush for something?
I don’t know
Do you require a lot of personal space or do you enjoy being around people often?
Yes to both
Have you drank enough water today?
Definitely not
Do you like lima beans?
No
What was the last lie you told?
I’m fine
What did you last plug into an outlet?
Charger probably
Do you have anything due soon?
Bills
How many bottles do you see from where you're sitting?
None
What was the last thing you took a picture of?
Myself for Snapchat
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i’m here to indulge you with all the questions!! >:)
but in seriousness 20 , 31 , 40 , 43 , 53 & 57
p.s. i love u MWAH
hi omg, ilysm???? thank u im gonna kiss u now
20. what is your favourite song at the moment?
probably moonwalker by svt or mercy by monsta x
31. 3 random facts
ok ok ok ok ok
bloodborne is one of my fave video games ever
i really love to cook
my fave pokemon is gengar
40. favourite memory
i know it probably sounds lame bc it's not like family stuff but probably when I saw ateez for the first time within cum-shot distance
43. favourite song ever
it's def between ateez-precious and lullaby - woodz but like they're both v different so i can't really pick ( ˊᵕˋ ; )
53. 5 things that make me happy
my cat
taco bell gordita crunch
attending concerts
painting
being loved intensely by my friends
57. favourite animal(s)
CAT.
send me a # and get to know me!
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