#logic : finds out they gained weight

[rchtzr]

(i am going to complain about my body image in the tags)

#i did my makeup earlier and was feeling ~confident~ and planned on going shopping bc i ran out of spf for my face #so i get ready and go to get dressed. and i kid you not i changed at least 10 times and hated how i looked in everything #i finally settled on an outfit and ALMOST cried but held it together #so i go shopping and i went to a nearby town and i could not find anything i went out to buy :-) #and as i walked into target the reflection of my body in the glass basically ruined my day #i hate having a body that doesn’t look the way i want it to #it’s so frustrating because i work out regularly but i feel like i only ever gain weight #and i fight w myself bc i know that the way i view myself is fatphobic logically #and i hate that about myself because i don’t want to be that way #but i still FEEL that way #anyways i love summer and warm weather but i do miss being able to cover up in lots of clothes #using my it blog to vent

[richiehugs]

Fallen angel - part 1

Angel was a chubby child. As teenagehood hit him, however, he got into wrestling and weight-lifting. He grew up to be a tall, handsome, and - more importantly - shredded young adult. As he grew taller and stronger, he thought he should move up a weight class or two - and so the bulk began.

In just a couple of months, he started losing his rock hard abs, which he achieved by countless hours at the gym and a strict diet. But he knew he was ought to be more. It was a just a bulk. How hard could it be to lose the fat again?

As the weight piled on, he got suggested to use his new power at another kind of wrestling - sumo. Why not? He was already at the end of his bulk, it was only logical to end the story with a gold medal. So he participated at the next championship.

He was just heavy enough for heavyweight class. Although he won his first two matches against opponents 30-40 kilos heavier than him, he didn't make it to the finals. At least he tried this sumo sport out.

He would never compete again in sumo, but he kept his gym addiction and wrestling hobby the next years on. The bulk, however, never seemed to go away.

He got fat. He was tall, over 190 cm, so the 120 kg weight he was carrying was barely visible. He was incredibly muscular, too, so a little fat couldn't hurt.

He went from one relationship to another, until he finally met Ana. It was love at first sight. Ana, though a short woman, she never cared much about a couple extra pounds on a man, she even found it attractive. Angel was big, strong, the perfect father figure.

Angel was happy he had a supportive girlfriend, who was also a great chef. He noticed soon that his XL shirts started to get snug, but he was still wrestling, so the weight was under control. The weight was also great for cuddles in bed, so it was rather a win-win.

But then the pandemic happened.

During the Summer of 2020, Angel has gained a significant amount of weight. It wasn't a small bulk anymore. He couldn't find excuses, such as "going to the gym", "working hard", "it will go away" - he got obese. As gyms closed and he was stuck at home, his appetite didn't go away, only grew. With every takeaway his figure rounded out more and more.

At the end of the year, he looked like he ate his teenage self. A thick sphere of soft, jiggly lard has covered his abs and pecs. His moobs and belly were fighting hard against the fabric of every single shirt of his. He even moved up two sizes - just to almost grow out his 3XLs, too. He was close to 150 kilos - a big milestone in the life of a man.

There was no hiding it anymore. And he was yet to attend a wedding...

This is part one of the story of Angel.

I won't share his real name or any personal information about him. Please, don't reuse the content anywhere.

#weight gain #fat bhm #bhm weight gain #weight gain story #obese #exjock #wrestler weight gain #sumo #balkan fatty

[yandere-wishes]

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Hot Take: Swan Lake (But make it Yancore)

Act 1 Scene 1

But has anyone ever thought about the misery that lies concealed beneath the waves of Swan Lake? A love that's molded over tenfold, yet still continues to rot?

Has anyone ever thought about how in love Baron von Rothbart must have been? How desperate he was to gain Odette's adoration that he sentenced her to his own prison? None shall have her, should he be unable to possess her. It's a promise he makes in a kiss of smoke and stardust. 

Rothbart is a creature sewn of flames and feathers. Carved from abomination and power. Strong and weak all in the same breath. Yet ultimately a prisoner too, just like his dear Odette. Rothbart's bones are his glided cage, his own powers his jailer. He knows banishment and imprisonment as if they were his architects. He recognizes isolation like the kiss of a lost lover. He's lord of the swans, the owls, the crows, the birds, he's the lord of everything except Odette's heart. 

So he curses her. Not out of malice, never malice, but out of love, devotion. Maybe, just maybe if she could bear his burden. she too would come to understand. He curses her with his likeness. Curses her with a lore and a crown and everything he has always had. He turns her into something only he could love. 

And at the end of the day, it works too...

Act 1 Scene 2

Poor Odette, poor sweet Odette. Everyone knows of her tragedy, her curse, her death. Yet has anyone ever seen the sorrow that resides within her brittle bones? 

Half swan, Half human. Yet never belonging to either world.

No one's ever thought of how she's felt throughout these years. The way the feathers stick out of her flesh even when she's human again. The way her voice imitates the call of a swan, every second syllable emphasized.

Even the full moon can not fully return that which Rothbart stole. 

Oh, Rothbart. Even his name sends waves of hate throughout her body. 

There's resentment in her bones. Hate too deep and passionate for words

What is this called again? Obsession, abhorrence, loathing?

Yet even with this spirited hate, all she can do is wait, wither away until imposible love finds her. 

But when Siegfried finds her that's when the world really starts to fall apart. Because he's a prince, cold yet lovable. Soft like dandelions and as precious as the lilypads that infest the pond. 

He's everything she's ever wanted.

And yet...

There's this leap in logic whenever he's concerned. He can't understand the pain she's been through. He'll never truly comprehend the weight of the curse. How suffocating its invisible shackles are, how deteriorated her mind has become. 

Siegfried is a prince in every definition of the word... 

But Siegfried can't understand the horrors she bears in her heart. The nightmares that never seize and the burden of living between worlds.

So maybe, just maybe that's why she throws herself into Rothbart's arms one dreadful night. Because for all his countless flaws Rothbart can -at the very least- comprehend her anguish. Who better to understand the burden of a curse than its caster? Then the one born with the same spell in his veins. 

The curse is straightforward "a spell broken only once you are loved by someone who has never loved before." 

Has Rothbart ever truly loved someone? Should she try to gain his love? maybe she's had it this whole time...Maybe she's also loved him this whole time...

Or maybe she's grown addicted to the sting of his teeth along her jugular and his bruising grip on her hips when they pirouette. Maybe there's a form of deification in the burn marks his feathers leave across her skin. A silent "I Love You" too fragile to be spoken. 

There's something wrong with his kisses - they burn like a thousand hells and leave an aftertaste akin to poison- there's something wrong with the way her name falls from his lips. 

There's something wrong with him...

So why is she starting to want him?

Maybe it's the trauma he's spilled into her lungs. Or how easily he makes the nightmares go away. Maybe it's the palliative sensation as he caresses all her flaws, kissing them as if they were holy. Maybe it's because whether swan or human she knows he'll love her. He'll understand. 

How she wishes sweet Siegfried could do the same...

Act 2 scene 1 

Odile chokes on night air and stardust. Bursting at the seams to be seen. She can't remember a time when she's been anything but darkness. Anything but a second thought. 

She was born with feathers and a body meant to endure. Her mother, the dark arts. Her father, the lord of all who fly. She is more creature than human. A testament to the dark. 

So what if she grew up spoiled? With every luxury thrown at her feet. It all means very little when you've never known the touch of another soul. When isolation has been your sole companion from the moment you emerged from your egg. 

There's darkness within her that her father nourishes. Yet not even he can provide her with mitigation, camaraderie, happiness. 

So maybe, just maybe that's why when she sees the prince for the first time. The world illuminates. She's sent to seduce him. To claim another victory for her father. But she positively melts when she feels his warm hands on her skin. The smile aimed at her is brighter than every ray of the sun.

If it's merely a deceit, then why does her heart pound like a caged bird among her ribs? Why does her blood flow to her cheeks upon seeing his smile? Why oh why does she feel this way, this need? To make him hers.

The black swan falls for the prince even if it's only meant to be a ploy, a ruse, another cruel game orchestrated by the wicked baron. How painful it must be to love for the first time and know it can only end in woe. How painful it must be to rot in endless heartache. 

How she wishes to kiss him, just once. As he holds her hand and dances with her in front of a royal crowd. His eyes shine with an adoration she's never seen before. Is this love? Is this what she's been robbed of her whole life?

How she dies a thousand deaths when Siegfried utters Odette's name. 

What she wouldn't sacrifice to hear him call her name instead...

Act 2 Scene 2

Imagine the black swan and the white swan actually get a chance to meet away from preying eyes and endless expectations. Imagine they understand each other's pain like two dying stars. 

There's a lake in a forest where dreams go to die. A sparkling oasis where curses run ramped. In the glow of a lonely moon, Odette sits by the lake. Watching her fellow prisoners dance the night away. 

Her heartache is unbearable tonight, she'll deem it a miracle should she see sunrise. Odile collapses next to her, bathing in her loneliness. A shade of grey encompasses the two of them, 

They're too tired to hate. Too tired to fight. For tonight they are both just lost souls looking for the light.  

Imagine the white swan and the black swan actually understand each other. 

One cursed to be a swan. The other born into its likeness. 

"I want to die," Odette mutters her tone is all burdon and pain. 

"Death would be too easy, dear princess. We were both made to suffer" Odile replies, stating the only fact she's still sure of. 

Odette stands, a queen with no crown. Her eyes staring at her flock of swans. She outstretches her hand and beckons Odile for a dance. Just two birds trapped within the same aviary.

Odile's hand fits perfectly in Odette's. Fingers entwined as if slipping into each other's souls. Two juxtapositions, dancing as if they were one. Each step mirroring the other. 

Every jete, every arabesque, every graceful move, further entwines their fate. Guiding them to an answer, a clarification neither knew existed. 

The younger swans gather around them. Embracing them. Odette and Odile were created for this world. Both doomed by Rothbart and revered by Siegfried. Stronger together.

Two birds of a feather, who must die together... 

Final Act

Imagine the black swan and the white swan decide to die together. Standing at the edge of the lake. Hands crossed, holding each other. Legs moving in a thousand tiny Bourrees. Siegfried and Rothbart cry out, trying to reach them. It's futile, the two swans have made their choice. The waves below beckon. 

Odette and Odile, know that together no one will ever hurt them again. 

Imagine sacrificing love in its entirety to ensure the safety of the other swans, of each other. Imagine accepting the curse, believing that one must embrace it to be able to live a prosperous life. The two swans fall together, a double suicide, an act of devotion. 

Maybe just maybe the world will finally learn how devoted and mercurial a maiden's heart truly is. 

Before the Prince and Baron can shed their tears, a creature emerges from the lake. A single swan made up of halves. A testament to both princesses. A queen in its entirety. Two wings of black and white hang from her shoulder blades. A crown of white and black adorned her head. There is no longer an Odette, a cursed girl awaiting love. There is no longer an Odile a baroness of evil. There is only the swan queen. 

And she will make the world bow. 

tags: @average-yandere-enjoyer @vereya @coral-relevium @overthinkingit56

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[soberpluto]

Astrology of Personality: Planets in 1st House

Brainstorm on the influence of planets in your 1st house!

Sun: You are outgoing, warm, gentle. People see you as bright and bubbly, a natural leader. But you can seem overly proud or arrogant at times. You are transparent and very coherent with how you present yourself to the world. What you see is what you get. You lead with example. You inspire others from your core. A lot of vitality and vigor. You are in charge of your own life. A lot of self-love and self-esteem as you grow older. You are brave, loyal and generous. Image reflects your amazing will-power and authenticity. Can have a nice and chiseled upper back and strikingly beautiful hair.

Moon: Can't hide your emotions. High intuition, even psychic abilities. Others can see the depth of your feelings, like it or not. Your presence is soothing, compassionate, kind and nurturing. Your physical may go through a lot of changes, as your body is tightly connected to your feelings. Your inner world may be overwhelming, and it can stir your life out of control. Sensitive and healing to others. May be an empath, someone who can read your surroundings and be affected by them profoundly. A very loving and feminine presence, no matter your gender. Can give large breasts (if female obviously) or a curvy or plump body type.

Mercury: Others see you as talkative, witty and interesting to be around. They consider you highly smart, a smooth communicator. May need to travel or move constantly and change continuously to feel alive. You engage life through your brains. Leadership comes from your mind. You conduct yourself through thought, logic and reason. A very curious and restless persona. You can be easily distracted, be hyperactive and eager for endless stimulation. You may be passionate about learning. Can be very popular and have a wide range of friends and acquaintances. Mercury here usually gifts high intelligence, an attractive smile and slender limbs.

Venus: A very charming and gentle personality. You are quite pleasing to be around. Physical beauty is given almost by rule. You attract others so easily. Can be way too compliant, with people-pleasing tendencies, however. Others are eager to help you or be around you. You may be very appealing to and popular with the opposite sex. Likes to draw attention through aesthetics, fashion and makeup. Your presence is very soothing and enjoyable. You may get judged on your appearance a lot. Can be subject to envies and jealousy more easily than other people. You can have a very sultry or charming voice. Your body can be that of a sex icon. Very creative and self-expressive too. Relationship oriented. Music and art will be of special importance.

Mars: Go getter. Sex is on your face. You are someone who has an inexhaustible amount of energy. Military, exercise and sports definitely will catch your attention. May be a bit of a bully too. A dominant and masculine aura. You appear as very energetic, adventurous, assertive and sometimes aggressive. You may suffer from cuts and burns. You are competitive by nature. Very vigorous health and long-lasting stamina. You engage the world through instincts and desire. Can be quite confrontational and irritable. You have a pioneer spirit and will hardly back down from fights. Super independent. Red is your best color.

Jupiter: A humorous and candid person. You are recognized by your sense of justice, ethics and high morals. Can be disorganized with or unbothered by physical appearance. You are seen as good-willed and kind. Can have issues with gaining weight. Can suffer from health ailments due to lack of limits. You hate restriction and need to expand, travel and find your own truth. You love learning and others see you as a teacher, a guru. Your vibe is altruistic and charitable. You may have really aesthetic feet, buttocks and/or legs. You love comfortable clothes. You are pulled to other cultures.

Saturn: Firm and resistant body. You are seen as serious, diplomatic and very mature. You are the adult in the room even when being a child. Maturity comes much easier to you. You are responsible and dedicated to hard work. Others may see you as detached and cold at times, even unemotional. You can be shorter than average, but with elegant facial features. Your teeth may be really attractive, which gives you a great smile. High cheekbones. You may feel life is tougher on you than on others, but with time, you succeed because of your patience and constancy. You like sober, solid and/or traditional looks.

Uranus: You are often misunderstood because you are ahead of your time. People see you as disruptive and unpredictable. You need a lot of stimulation, change and independence to feel happy. Others see you as a rebel, someone who's not afraid to speak their truth and do as they please. Very stubborn and liberal. You can strike others as a genius, a very brilliant person. However, you can also appear as unstable and unable to root. Your outfits or makeup can be really quirky, unique and eccentric. You may become bored quite easily. You may wish to live abroad or be subject to wanderlust.

Neptune: You have a gentle and spiritual presence. Psychic capacity. You absorb your environment like a sponge. You are a chameleon. Nobody actually understands you. You may feel lonely or alienated at times. Others project fantasies unto you and feel you have deceived them once they realize that's not who you are. Very empathetic and sensitive by nature. Your sixth sense is very lively. You dream for the perfect physique. It may be hard for you to have realistic expectations about yourself. You are seen as an enigma. Your aura is otherworldly and magical. People may complement your eyes a lot because they have a dreamy spark. Can have the ability to "see" things beyond the physical realm.

Pluto: A powerhouse. Super sexual. You are very threatening or magnetizing to others, even if you don't intend that. You appear as overly secretive, mysterious and intriguing. You move cautiously and don't give too much information about yourself. You are so passionate, to the point of being obsessive. You are very resilient and recover from crisis much quicker than others. Your strength and courage are your trademark. You may be subject to power struggles. You command a room with your presence. Can have scars or birth marks in the face. Others may think you are darker or more dangerous than you truly are. You discover everyone's secrets. Others want to know you but they are afraid of you. You destroy or extra-limit your body to become a new version of yourself. Addicted to physical changes or interventions. Your eyes say it all. Your gaze is powerful and heavy. Extremely resistant health.

*No single placement in astrology can determine your overall profile and life tendencies, but the first house is a good starting place to understand what you are made up, as its the house of appearance, self-image and projected personality.

Hope you liked it and thanks for reading! 🥰🪐🌟

#astrology #astrology observations #astrology community #astrology notes #birth chart #astrology signs #planets in 1st house #ascendant #1st house

[merakiui]

mera i’m having such yan jade brainrot…thinking about him poking holes in the condom and just waiting for you to notice that you’re carrying his young and he brings you in front of the mirror every day waiting for you to start showing (when you do notice and confront him he only offers that horrible knowing smile in return)…. he’s always in my head

Jade who insists on dressing you each morning, and he always pays such close attention to your belly. You think he’s just being his usual strange self when he handles you so carefully, always running his hands along your sides, placing both over your stomach. You watch your reflections with confusion, but the massage feels nice and you certainly aren’t going to object to this sweet treatment.

He never says anything about pregnancy either, so when you wake feeling nauseous or fatigued he blames it on your poor sleeping habits or your diet or the changing seasons or a slew of other reasonable possibilities. You’re inclined to believe him because it makes sense and Jade’s always been so diligent with using protection whenever the two of you have sex. Though lately he’s been considerably gentler in bed with you, which wouldn’t have been so unusual if it weren’t for the fact that before you started feeling so off he’d fuck you sore, bite you bloody, choke you near passing out… now he’s soft and sweet and slow, and he’s always folding you into positions that won’t put too much strain on your body. You have no idea where any of this behavior is coming from, but Jade has always liked unpredictable things. Perhaps he just wants to try something different?

But then your bump starts showing. You almost don’t notice it at first until one morning his hands cup the slight curve of it and you stare at the mirror in both horror and confusion. The logical part of your brain tells you you’re just gaining weight. It’s winter, after all, and Jade cooks such delicious meals, always encouraging you to eat your fill and more. It’s highly possibly you’ve just put on a few extra pounds. That’s normal. That’s natural. It’s nothing to fret over, and even Jade echoes your reasonings. He even teases you over it, pinching your hip softly and telling you you’re beautiful no matter what. You swat at his reaching arms. He’s annoying today, but then that’s nothing abnormal.

It’s abnormal when, a few weeks later, that bump increases in size. Perhaps you should have known the minute you woke with morning sickness all that time ago. Perhaps you’ve always known and just shrugged every tell-tale sign away because you refused to believe it. But it’s impossible to ignore it when you find yourself in front of the mirror once again, with Jade embracing you from behind, and you’re confronted with a jarring reality.

Jade offers you a smile and murmurs into your shoulder that you’ll be a lovely mother. And, if the bump wasn’t confirming your suspicions already, if the changes made to the meals Jade prepares for you wasn’t telling enough, if the subtle changes to your body wasn’t proof enough, those words certainly are.

#twisted chit chat #tw: baby trapping #tw: pregnancy #yandere twst #I NEED HIM OTL he’s always in my mind too #i can never get rid of the sly eel >_<

[scribbling-dragon]

For the hurt comfort prompts, maybe Jimmy comforting Lizzie over dying first? If you wanna add extra, maybe helping with some new feathers sprouting

caged fledgling

summary:

He wasn’t first, wasn’t the first here this time, so where is she? She is exactly where we want her “And that’s not ominous at all,” he mutters under his breath.

(ao3 link)

(1,971 words)

[these two were driving me mad, they kept joking around with each other and completely ruining the seriousness that i was going for ;-; had to rewrite it several times to get it to a place that i liked hdsjkhsjk AND! have an idea for a sillier follow-up to this fic rotating in my mind already (think, mumbo lizzie and jimmy sitting in a circle like u do at a sleepover)

anyway! hurt/comfort requests are still open if you fancy seeing anything <33]

The ground around him is shattered, chunks of dirt flying into the air as the wither fires off another barrage of skulls, sending people screaming and ducking for cover, and cover, any kind of shelter that would hope to shield them from its attacks.

He can feel his heart racing, beating in his chest like a caged bird desperate to escape.

He ignores the building cry in the back of his head, creeping in and weaving between his thoughts as he ducks again, feeling the brush of withering against his skin, watching the grass beneath his feet darken and shrivel rapidly. Can feel the rapid expansion of his lungs, never gaining enough to keep him steady on his feet.

He can almost feel his throat closing up, lungs beginning to refuse working. His chest spasms as he coughs, throwing himself into one of the pits the wither had already created. It scrapes along his arms, blood sluggishly beading to his skin as he hisses at the small sting.

He doesn’t care for the injuries, doesn’t care for the preservation of himself. His fate is already sealed, his cage already locked and the key tossed away, never to be seen again. The song rises over the rest of his thoughts, drowning out any logical thought he might have.

He’s not sure if his friends can hear it like he can, the rising pitch, building towards a crescendo that threatens – promises – to bring his victory crashing down around him once that peak is reached.

He lays low for another moment, allows himself a second longer of breathing, before throwing himself over the edge of the pit and sprinting as far and as fast as he can.

If he can make it to the mesa, if he can return to their house and their singular bed and their meagre supplies, then maybe, maybe, he can survive beyond the end of his song. Can live beyond the final warning that he’s tasked with crying out.

He doesn’t even see the warden. Only watches the ground darken in front of him, watches the sky fade from view, and feels the final moments of dread, the realisation that his fate will catch up to him, even if it’s late. Even if They had to spend the entire day playing catch up to condemn him once more.

The impact rattles his bones, the weight of sheer volume bearing down upon him and making his ears ring. Probably making them bleed too. He can hear nothing aside from the quickly building song, panicky and pitchy and not at all pleasant to listen to, and the ringing in his ears.

Maybe he could have pulled himself to his feet, away from the dirt pit he’s found himself in – a shallow grave, near to the actual grave that had been built for him in advance, even his friends lacking the faith that he would survive beyond the day – but he finds that he cannot summon the will to his limbs. Cannot gather the strength to push himself up and continue running.

Maybe his friends screamed out for him as he died, a perfect accompaniment to the abrupt end of his song.

He’s dragged back to the place where he would always end up. The point that they always circle back towards. The empty darkness and clinging water that doesn’t end no matter how far you walk, and the watching eyes that prefer not to give a response, no matter how often you pleaded for one

The setting he wakes up to is no less shattered than the one he just left.

He blinks a few times, uncertain that he’s in the right place, before he’s staggering abruptly to his feet, breath heavy in his chest as he whips his head around wildly.

The void around him is fractured, shattering and splitting into pieces. Lines run through the darkness, exposing the pale light of whatever lies beyond. He didn’t even know there was a beyond of this place. It was just a void, somewhere outside and inside of time, exactly where it needed to be for the dead and dying.

He watches as a crack widens, splitting open the darkness further with an ominous sound. A reverberating cry of pain follows soon after, descending into a low humming moments later, seemingly satisfied with whatever They have just managed to do.

He feels the eyes turn onto him, feels the weight of a thousand stares upon his back.

His wings flutter nervously, self-consciously tucking them closer to his back even though he knows it will do little to hide the bright yellow feathers.

You are defiant, Their voices tell him. We do not like this.

“Didn’t exactly ask for your opinion on it,” he scoffs.

He wasn’t first, wasn’t the first here this time, so where is she?

She is exactly where we want her

“And that’s not ominous at all,” he mutters under his breath. He doesn’t care that They’ll hear it anyway, giving a rude gesture in Their vague direction. Which is everywhere. “Where is she?”

Where we need her

A chunk of the void separates from the ‘ceiling’ of this place, crashing down into the water below it. He covers his face, ducking his head, as it summons a wave strong enough to unbalance him. He feels the water soaking into his feathers, making them hang heavy at his back.

“You know, even a vague location would be nice,” the place continues to crack around him, falling to pieces as he speaks. “Maybe I’ll even be the solution to whatever little problem you have here.”

You are the root of the problem. The bane of all existence, They hiss.

“What a way to make a guy feel wanted. Maybe I’ll just leave, then.” He makes to turn around, barely makes it a step before the water latches onto him.

You shall not leave

“Then what is it you want me to do?” The water quickly forms into shackles, keeping him rooted in place. “This is very obviously falling apart, and whatever you're trying to do is not working.”

They remain silent. He’s not sure if they're considering his words, or if they're simply giving him the silent treatment.

“You know I'm right,” he adds, after a moment. “You can admit it, it’s not a personal failing, I'm sure we can work through this-”

Your input is not necessary

“Well maybe neither is yours. Your voices are giving me a headache.”

You are insolent. And rude

“If I'm rude, then what are you? I've never made you fight in death games and kill your friends and betray everyone you-”

You are distracting Us

“Oh, I am so sorry,” he nods along in mocking sympathy, feels the fury of Their eyes grow. “Now, where is it that you're keeping my friend? I’d rather like to see her now.”

If it shall keep you quiet. She has not stopped her wailing since she came here

“Funny that,” he mutters, and almost inhales a lungful of water as his shackles pull him below the surface. He splutters as he’s spat back out, hunching over and trying to breathe again. His wings are truly sodden now, feathers sticking up at odd angles that make him shudder in disgust.

“Jimmy!”

He doesn’t even manage to regain his bearings before Lizzie is throwing herself at him and hugging him tight. It’s like she’s trying to squeeze the non-existent life out of him.

“Hey, Lizzie.” He pats her on the head, a little awkward with the angle. Her hair tickles his face, loose strands of it poking up, as though she’s been running her hands through her hair frequently. “Can’t believe you’d die before me, huh? Trust me, it was a surprise to all of us…”

He trails off as she looks up at him, eyes watering.

“This is horrible!” she all but wails. “How do you stand it if it’s like this every time!”

“I- what?”

“You! How do you stand this? Every single time, here, alone!”

“Don't think you're meant to remember that, Liz.”

“Well I remember it now! Because apparently I've got the same freaking curse as you!” A tear slips free of her eyes, trailing down her cheek slowly.

“Woah, it’s not all that bad. I got some perks out of it.”

“If you're about to convince me you can fly with those tiny wings I am going to hit you.”

“…I got no perks out of it?”

His voice trails off into a silence that lingers. It’s only made worse by the cracking sounds of the realm around them. It’s almost like pottery breaking, cracking apart more and more by the second.

“This sucks,” Lizzie says, a lot quieter than before and far from the almost upbeat bickering she’d seemed all too eager to start earlier. He can feel her shaking, slightly, her skin clammy and cold.

“Yeah,” he deflates a little, energy gradually being sapped away. “Yeah, it really does, huh.”

Lizzie sniffles, a quiet, tiny sound. It’s enough to make Jimmy start to stress a little- he can’t comfort crying people, he can’t comfort people full stop. He sits there, awkwardly, as he listens to Lizzie cry. The only thing he can think to do is wrap his arms a little tighter around her and hope that They don't choose to ruin the relative peace that has settled over their small corner of the crumbling apart world.

“I don't know if I can stand this,” Lizzie says. Her voice still sounds teary, and it breaks his heart, just a little, to hear her so sad.

“You're gonna have to,” he tells her. It’s not the most reassuring thing he could have said, but anything else would be a lie. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and forget about it as soon as you're out of here.”

“But you’ll still remember,” she protests.

“I’ve remembered just fine on my own every time before this.”

“It’s not fair.”

“Didn’t really think the omnipotent beings that toss us into death games for fun would be looking to make sure everything is fair.” He teases.

Lizzie laughs, then sniffles, then hits him. “Don't make me laugh, I'm trying to be sad for you.”

“And I'm trying to make things a little bit less depressing. It’s my job, y’know.”

“Oh, yeah?” Lizzie cocks an eyebrow at him, the effect only slightly ruined by red-rimmed eyes. “You get a contract to sign and everything? Terms and conditions?”

“And paid time off,” he agrees. “Wonderful job, dying bit sucks.”

Lizzie giggles at that, and he does too, finding it unreasonably funny. He’s sure They hate it, hate the levity of the moment when They're only looking for more suffering and agony to feast on. Something that he won’t be giving Them. Won’t be letting Them take.

“You're ridiculous,” Lizzie tells him.

“Made it this far, though, haven’t I?” He’s not sure how far he would have made it, whether he’d have ever made it out of the first endless void without allowing himself this small break. He doesn’t want Lizzie to remember this, doesn’t want her to remember the deaths of all their friends, having to pull them out the depths of the water and tell them they cannot return, that they’ve lost that last life and must remain here, in the darkness, until their other friends come to join them.

At least he has his voice this time, he muses, he’s not sure what he would have done if he were unable to comfort Lizzie.

They both jolt as another piece of the void crashes inwards. He feels the way Lizzie’s grip on him tightens, threatening to tear the fabric of his jacket, ignoring how he’s probably holding her just as tight in return.

He’ll take the small comforts.

#juno.writes #secret life smp #secret life smp spoilers #secret life spoilers #slsmp #secret life jimmy #secret life lizzie #jimmy solidarity #ldshadowlady #asks #neohood #traffic smp #trafficblr #traffic series #trafficfic

[hungry-eel]

"The biggest gacha game glutton doesn't exi-"

I am still very new when it comes to granblue fantasy, and as of right now I do not know all that much about the series, and I still won't know that much given that its a pretty old game that I can't access, and haven't head of any recent updates as far as I know. So because of that among other things, I hadn't really known about Cassius or his event story. (Correction: the game is still active and getting updates, just not as much on Cassius)

It wasn't until I was scrolling through some tumblr blogs (which @askbloatedbellyblog thanks for sharing the post that sent me down a spiral) and once I discovered about Cassius and his event story I was hooked! Not only is it one of the only visual novel/gacha games that I have seen so far that actually has visuals of the actual weight gain itself, but its also not done as a one time gag either and we get prolonged scenes of Cassius' overweight state. The story itself is also so good in my opinion! Although the actual content itself my not cater to everyone and their desires, for me, I think the story is one of the best!! It fulfills all of my stuffing fantasies and desires, watching him endlessly devour and gorge on everything that is around him, and finding enjoyment in doing such as well!

No joke, I was so invested in this character and his event story that for a good portion of time that was all I could think about! I wouldn't be surprised if this becomes a bit of a mini hyperfixation for me.

To know more about my research on Cassius himself and his gluttonous pursuits, he is fairly new to the setting as he came from another world, and is leaning to discover both this new world, and how everything works. Along with such he applies ration and logic to everything with very little emotions, isn't surprised by much, thinks very literal mindedly, and comes across as childish and naïve.

His other most notable feature is his HUMONGOUS apatite, and how he is able to eat much more than the average person. He has a very high metabolism so he is able to eat in mass quantities without risking his heath or gaining weight. However, during the Ramen Travels event, he manages to eat so much and in such crazy amounts that not even his metabolism could keep up with him, leading to his eventual weight gain.

Although his original purpose was to try out various ramen noodles, his pursuits evolve into eating everything that he can as much as he can. To give a bit of a perspective how much he actually eats during this event, he hits up multiple desert stalls, wins a food eating contest, tries various kinds of ramen, eats entire menus in restaurants including the main courses, drinks, and deserts, eats whole dishes made to serve a family of six in one sitting, and repeats that behavior consistently every day for weeks on end.

Another part of his endless gluttony is also how Cassius also took the term "There is always room for desert" too literally and came to the belief that no matter how much he eats, there will never be enough food for him to eat, and that there will always be room in his stomach to eat and try more foods.

When it came to his eventual weight gain, although the people around him are concerned about his overall heath encouraging him to lose the weight, Cassius himself doesn't mind the weight gain at all and if anything he actually enjoys it, believing that the feeling itself is satisfying, and that the more weight he puts on the more room he will have for food.

This is a man where if he is not calculating and questioning the things around him, the only other thing that is on his mind is food, and although it may make him seem one note, I find this aspect of him to be a really charming trait of him, especially these are traits that he fully embraces, and not even afraid of gaining weight, which is an unusual trait in other foodie characters.

It honestly saddens me to discover that Cassius barely gets any recognition in general, especially compared to the other characters that I enjoy, and now because he hasn't had that much new content in a long while, he has only barely had any new posts and content made on him in years, so I thought if there was anyone who could bring this wonderful character back in the spotlight, even for just a brief moment, I might as well do so.

Last thing, but if your ever wanting to read the full story for yourself, here is the link to the video down below. Know that the video is incredibly long, but is absolutely worth the watch!

#spoiler warning #feel free to correct me if I get anything wrong #hungry boi #hungry boy #foodie #glutton #big eater #chubby #weight ga1n #the tum tum #granblue fantasy #stu//ing #cassius #granblue fantasy cassius #cassius gbf #Youtube

[mauesartetc]

Redrawing Shadiversity's AI Piece

For context, check out this post here. This is, uh... It's a doozy.

Let's start with the main character of the image. The girl's pose looks very awkward and unrealistic for what she's doing. Her feet are dragging in two different directions that don't indicate the direction she's jumping in, and it looks like her top half is getting blown back in a wind tunnel. According to one of the reblogs on the post that introduced me to this thing, the pose wasn't the generator's doing, but the artist's. "He drew the girl and photoshopped in a picture of a lizard and a picture of a church and had the image generator "refine" it."

I sincerely doubt he used any kind of photo reference for this drawing, as it'd be uncomfortable for anyone's spine to curve backward like that while they're leaping forward and swinging a heavy sword. That just looks painful.

Let's explore some ways we could make the pose look more believable.

I think I'll go with a pose that's close to the original but makes a bit more sense.

It obviously doesn't have the same level of... "polish" the AI version does (we'll get to that in a minute), but the tilt of the spine looks much more natural for the direction she's leaping in and the way she's holding the sword.

Now that we have that out of the way, let's analyze more of the image as a whole.

AI art handles detail in a way that looks good to the untrained eye, but falls apart in the eyes of experienced artists. These clothing folds, for example. There's no logic to the way they're shaped, and the shirt is randomly tight around the chest when it's loose everywhere else. Then there are the scales brought into sharp focus despite the rest of the dragon being blurred, the blood drips that look like stalactites, and so on and so forth. I'm sure there are things I missed, as well. If y'all find them, let me know in the comments!

Something to note about the sketches I made before the finished drawing: They kinda suck. And that's the point. The early stages of a drawing aren't meant to look pristine with perfect anatomy (not to say the finished product is anywhere near perfect, but still). What they are meant to have is energy. Purpose. Life. But AI bros are so afraid to make any "bad" drawings that they don't draw at all (or in cases like Shad's, they only draw the bare minimum).

I didn't make this post to dunk on AI prompters, but to encourage them to put in the necessary work that will improve their skills. And no, I'm sorry, typing words into a box won't make anyone a better artist. It might make them better at describing what they want when they commission an artist, but by and large it's like lifting a feather when you want to gain muscle instead of, y'know, lifting actual weights.

Obviously machine learning isn't going anywhere and it'd be nice to use as a tool to make different steps of the art process more efficient. It's good for silly memes, I guess. But we shouldn't treat the images it spits out as masterpieces, and, importantly, businesses shouldn't use it to replace real people.

Anyway, it's pretty easy to go to the store with five bucks and come back with a decent sketchpad and pens/pencils. Not to mention art programs like Krita and Blender are FREE, and there are plenty of tutorials on Youtube. Just sayin'.

Get drawing.

#art #ai art #shadiversity #redline #critique #artists on tumblr

[goodqueenaly]

I’m rereading F&B and find myself very confused about Jaehaerys’s proposed marriage candidates? They either seem self serving (which, understandable) or utterly nonsensical to the point of harming J’s future rule Rogar’s choice: Archon of Tyrosh’s daughter (unnamed) to forge alliances across the narrow sea Maester Benifer: a daughter of a neutral great house Daemon Velaryon: Elinor costayne (show Maegor’s supporters were forgiven) and adopt her sons (?wut even?) I kind of understand Benifer’s idea, but the other ones seem doomed from the jump.

I don’t know why Tumblr ate this ask but anyway here we go.

I think there are some logical explanations, at least on a surface level, to a few of the mooted nuptial matches. Alyssa’s proposal to have Jaehaerys marry into one of “the houses who had risen in support of Aegon the Uncrowned in the Battle Beneath the Gods Eye” follows her stated desire at the opening of Jaehaerys’ reign for violent vengeance against Maegor’s supporters; if Alyssa truly believed that “[Maegor’s] entire reign was unlawful and those who had supported him were guilty of treason and must needs be put to death”, then the clearest expression of that belief was to reward the supporters of Aegon the Uncrowned with the greatest possible royal marriage. By contrast, Benifer’s idea to appeal to one of the recently neutral Houses underlined his desire to have the regime move on from the factionalism and civil war of Maegor’s reign - particularly understandable on Benifer’s part, considering he himself had served and then abandoned Maegor before being recalled to court by Jaehaerys. Rogar’s choice doesn’t seem particularly related to his, Rogar’s, goals otherwise - we don’t really see him trying to forge alliances with the Tyrosh or any other Free Cities, or understand why he might have wanted to build ties with Tyrosh - though I took this match as something of an authorial wink to both Dany and our Aegon. Alyssa’s point that “[t]he smallfolk of Westeros would never accept a foreign girl with dyed tresses as their queen” recalls the dyed hair our Aegon adopts to disguise his identity (ostensibly, indeed, to honor his supposed Tyroshi mother), which he wished to have rinsed out ahead of his meeting with Golden Company (that is, when he revealed himself to be, allegedly, a Targaryen prince); too, Alyssa’s allusion to the “delightful” Tyroshi accent of the Archon’s daughter may echo Dany’s own apparently Tyroshi accent (and, of course, her ambition to be a queen in Westeros, despite a lifetime spent almost completely in Essos). (This dispute may also be a hint to the xenophobia and alienation experienced by Larra Rogare during the Lysene Spring and her marriage to Prince Viserys.)

Now, yes, some of the matches are less explainable, except (to a limited extent, anyway) outside of blatant personal ambition. Indeed, given that the Tullys and Celtigars barley hid their motives for pushing their familial relations as potential brides for young Jaehaerys, I am more surprised that no other families attempted to shove their pretty daughters in front of the king and/or Rogar. Yet these potential brides pale in comparison to Elinor Costayne, who was for my money the strangest choice. The oddity of her candidacy is heightened by the fact that her sponsor was Daemon Velaryon, a man who did not appear to gain anything by her potential elevation as Jaehaerys’ queen. While the argument that “Queen Elinor’s proven fertility was another point in her favor” might have carried some weight (considering King Jaehaerys, the only male-line male Targaryen left, would presumably needed to father an heir sooner rather than later), and the suggestion that Jaehaerys adopt Elinor's sons by Theo Bolling mirrors Sharra Arryn’s offer to Aegon the Conqueror during the Targaryen Conquest - another king with no offspring or obvious male heir - I am still baffled as to why Lord Daemon, of all people, would have supported the choice of a woman so publicly associated with Maegor’s tyrannical reign for his nephew’s royal bride. Perhaps this was just par for the course with Daemon, considering he had previously suggested that Maegor marry his own niece: just as Daemon had argued that by marrying Rhaena, Maegor would “unite their claims, prevent any fresh rebellions from gathering around her, and acquire a hostage against any plots … [Alyssa Velaryon] might foment”, maybe Daemon believed that a marriage between Elinor and Jaehaerys would link Jaehaerys to the claim of Elinor’s late (second) husband and his own official predecessor, and/or prevent any remaining pro-Maegor factions from rallying around his (unmarried) widowed queen. Still, it’s largely a bizarre notion acceptable only in the brevity with which it is presented; the story barely lingers on it, so neither should we.

The real point, of course, is to present a bunch of equally unpalatable (to Jaehaerys personally, at least) options in order to contrast them with the young king’s “true love”, Alysanne (heavy air quotes here). Since GRRM could not specifically duplicate The Accursed Kings here with the Jaehaerys and Alysanne story (as he does otherwise with Alysanne) - only copying the supposed love match, not the political advantage the marriage brought to the boy’s mother or the revolution against a tyrant king - he instead goes full romance, the sort of love versus duty that the author so enjoys portraying. As any number of his descendants will later - Princess Baela, the future King Aegon V, and indeed his own namesake, the future King Jaehaerys II, among others - the young Jaehaerys I rejects a potential diplomatic or otherwise dutiful marriage arranged by another (or multiple others) in order to wed according to the dictates of his heart.

#asoiaf meta #fire and blood volume 1 #jaehaerys i targaryen #marriage making

[sterekchub]

Valentine’s Day prompt: Derek gets shot with Cupid’s arrow, but because of messed up beacon hills logic, he becomes enamored with greasy burgers instead of a person. Cue stuffing and weight gain.

It's the story of the mice who hit the pleasure button and starve to death....except Derek is hitting the "Burger button" until he's ready to pop (or until he's too fat to lift one more burger to his mouth...) The Sheriff is the first one to find out. He shows up a diner and at first, doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. Derek and a few other people are sitting at their respective booths, all quietly eating, all fully clothed. He starts to think it might be a prank when Derek takes a bite of his burger and lets out the most pornagraphic moan the Sheriff has ever heard. "He's been doing that ALL afternoon," an irritable waitress informs him. "This is his 6th burger." It takes the Sheriff a quick conversation, with Derek groaning "I can't seem to stop," with a wild, lustful look in his eyes before he calls Stiles and for good measure, Deaton. None of them are very helpful or have any answers. Stiles offers to keep an eye on Derek, who ordered another 3 burgers, and werewolf or not, the Sheriff is a little concerned his eyes are bigger than his stomach. **** It only takes a bit of experimenting to realize it doesn't matter if it's a fast food burger, diner burger, gourmet burger. Toppings don't matter. Beef or pork or chicken...Derek eagerly devours them all the same. "Stiles, I don't care blurrrRPPP where it comes from. Just hand it over!" It's also very apparent that werewolves can eat more or less constantly, if they push themselves. "I think you should stop..." "Just need nnff one or two more nnnnghh. Feels so BRRRRPppph fucking good chomp to be this gurrrrPPPP full." Stiles hands over the burgers. The button on Derek's jeans goes flying across the room as he leans forward to take the bag. **** Stiles catches Derek jerking off more than once. Once hand dripping in burger grease and mayo, wrapped around his cock in lieu of lotion, stroking up and down while Derek crams a burger into his mouth with his other hand. He's completely unbothered by Stiles entering the room, barely looking up. "Seriously? Put the burger down, Derek." "Too chomp good." "I can see that." Stiles put a hand on Derek's swollen, basketball sized middle. "Need a hand?" Derek seems indiffferent to the proposal. "Go hunnnngh for it." It's a better arrangement. Stiles gets to appreciate the weight of Derek's gut resting on his head, or gets to admire all the weight settling into his backside...and Derek can double fist burgers while he's being fucked. **** It isn't long before the all-burger diet starts to catch up with Derek- fast. He pushes himself far past the normal limits, eating until he's sweating grease and his stomach is letting out low, rumbling protests and bursts of gas as warning that it's being overworked and overstuffed, but Derek still reaches out his pudgy hand for more. "You're eating bacon burgers now? How many have you had?" "Only Rrrltbllpft a dozen wheeze or two."

"No wonder you look like such a pig, that's a lot of bacon, Der." **** "There's more cheese than meat on that." "It's munch a mac and cheese fffrttt burger. Splrrrpffbllt." Derek would happily betray anyone in his pack for a good, triple-bacon and mac and cheese burger. Except maybe Stiles...who enabled him terrible and always brought over more burgers to Derek when he got too full to lift his heavy mass off the couch. **** Derek's stomach isn't bottomless, as much as he wishes it was, and even with his werewolf stretching stomach abilities, he would hit his limit. There was still a pile of fast food burgers on the table in front of Derek. Stiles had watch him eat an impressive fifteen triple burgers before finally having to admit defeat. Derek would sink back against the couch, both hands massaging his belly, desperate to make more room so he could go back to eating. "I'm a little jealous about the look you've been giving that burger..." "Need...huff...more." "I think you've reached your limit." Derek shook his head. "Just BOOOUARP need a groan prrbt push." Stiles' has the never failing solution. Pulls Derek up with great difficult and a lot of pulling, given that both Derek's belly and his ass were threatening to become wider than he was tall. While Derek slowly waddles his way to the bedroom, Stiles grabs the burgers and follows behind him, lightly smacking his wobbling backside to push him along faster. Their mattress is on the floor, because with Derek's burger-filled belly hanging almost to his knees, the effort or getting into bed proved too much for him most nights Still, Derek gets down on all fours, belly pressing against the mattress and flowing to the sides. The pressure of supporting his weight elicits another thunderous round of gas from him. Stiles sticks the burgers in front of him, within reach, and wastes no time in stripping down and grabbing the bottle of lube on their bedstand. "What are you waiting for, Derek? You're the burger hog, get eating. You're not going to let those go to waste, are you? A greedy fatass like you needs all the burgers he can get." Derek moans and stuffs one into his mouth. "So...mmmppph RRPPPppphH full." "What do you expect when you eat like a pig all day? Just look at all this blubber." He takes huge handfuls of Derek's backrolls as he thrusts into him. Stiles takes his time fucking Derek, knowing it won't be long before Derek is too fat. His dick buried in blubber and impossible to reach, and soon his backside was going to be too fat for Stiles to fuck him. The thought makes Stiles thrust faster. Beneath him, Derek is practically grunting and oinking like his true piggy self to finish off the burgers...

[kavehnanginto]

so what?— alhaitham

cw: insecurities, binge eating, depression, comfort, weight gain, angst, body dysmorphia… please tell if I need more to add

wc: 600+ (kinda short)

synopsis: after a depressing turn of events you turn to eating and your body reacts to this change and as you put on more weight and saw the changes it shattered your self-esteem as if it hadn’t already reached rock bottom… good thing there was someone there to tell you how fucking bullshit your mind is remind you are the most beautiful thing in the world.

The week went terribly. Now all alone in the bed munching on hot pots, with no clue in the world. But when you saw the clock you shot yourself to dress formally as Alhaitham offered to take you out. He had known about all this isolation, going in your place everyday and talking even if it felt like he was talking to himself. He always brought your favorite snacks, left untouched, not until he left. You never wanted him to see you that way, a monster—hideous and ugly when you were eating and maybe even when you weren’t.

As you finally zipped your outfit, it felt like you couldn't breathe. Once your favorite turned into something you barely fit in you can’t help but remember how you came to this. You should’ve starved that pain away! But now you have become this big monster that even Alhaitham will be disgusted at. Time passed and you were now wet with tears, you didn't know you still had some, completely defeated with yourself.

He was worried.

Extremely.

With your situation he can’t take it to open the door and trespass inside your house. Screaming your name and no reply, he feared the worst. He searched everywhere to find you, every corner, every hiding spot. Somewhere… you…

“Please be here…” he knew he was met with nothing but an echo, but he still pleaded. “I’ll do anything, please.”

He was not one for words, if the scholars he worked with heard of this they would be beyond flabbergasted. But he loved you, his system built with all that logic caged a heart full of love. You were his everything. He gave you time to isolate and heal, afraid that his words may hurt you, may worsen your state. He regretted it, he should have been there with his eye on you all the time. None of this could’ve ever happened if he was always with you.

All thought became meaningless when he heard soft sobs upstairs. His thoughts ran with him, and it too was scared and desperate.

Relief washed over him when he saw you in one piece. He forgot about everything when all he saw was sadness in your eyes. He kneeled before you caressed your cheek. You dare not resist the heat of his palm, it was welcomed.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” he begged. “I'm here love, please rely on me.”

Ruled by emotion you embraced him tightly, feeling comfort your body begged to have for days. He soothed you, kissed you and made you feel safe. You were scared with nothing but your own self, but feeling this love you can’t help but be tranquil. You can’t explain your current state, but when he noticed that confining dress he liked to see you in. He knew.

“I'm a monster,” you broke the silence. “I can’t just hate myself, in this form I despise it—”

He shut your mouth with a kiss. You are beautiful. He knows how you look from every angle: a masterpiece. Kusanali herself carved your face and molded your body. And here you were crying for not fitting these useless clothes?!? He told you such and it made you laugh to see his anger.

“So what if you gained weight, it won't change that angel like beauty you always had, and that shall forever remain.” he solemnly reminded you.

You buried your face in his neck as he kissed the side of your head, arms on your back.

“Ya Hayati,” he cooed. “Let’s get out of this dump and buy you nice clothes.”

You nodded with your plump cheeks that Alhaitham can never dare refuse.

Maybe if you used his eyes as your mirror, you would see how beautiful you truly are.

I still hate my writing, this is short btw because i just thought of it.

Ya Hayati = my life

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin angst #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #alhaitham x you #insecurities #happy birthday #drabble #short #genshin x reader

[gingerminx75]

Consequences. Part 1

With my new shape comes new attention. Catcalls that I never heard before. The hotter weather means shorter shorts and a minimal tank top. I am not dressing for them, I am dressing for me. It appears that the men in my neighbourhood didn’t get that memo. My schedule too tight for me to vary when I run, and not wanting to drive, where I run. It’s safe to say I have become predictable.

The calls are becoming more difficult to ignore. Shouts of, “leave your door open, I know where you live”. Them “accidentally” blocking my path and leaving me stammering as I ask them to move. As I blush and lower my gaze, they laugh at me, reminding me that I am smaller, weaker and regardless of my running, slower.

I return home and while soaking in a nice hot salt bath a see an advertisement on my feed. Women’s self defence classes. This might be exactly what I need. An opportunity to learn how to defend myself and hopefully gain the confidence to put these guys in their place.

Unfortunately the course is not local, but there is a one week condensed program. I can take a week off work, have a mini vacation and return a who new person.

I contact the instructor, he seems a bit aloof, but that should not matter. I just need him to teach me how to defend myself. As a retired LEO, he should have a lot of experience with deviant minds and how they pick their prey.

I pack, excited for my adventure. Shoes, running shorts (but not too short), white tank top and white cotton panties. Just in case the class doesn’t wear me right out I pack a few casual clothes and my favourite little black dress.

My flight was uneventful, arriving in the south it’s a bit warmer than I am used to, but very beautiful. I’m glad I didn’t bring sweat pants, I will sweat enough as it is.

As I was travelling to attend the course, he had kindly offered to pick me up at the airport and take me to my hotel. A short cab ride in the morning and we will begin.

I was pleasantly surprised by his appearance. 6’2, piercing eyes and wonderful broad shoulders. He watched me approach, quietly confident. No smile, yet he didn’t appear displeased. His commitment to fitness was evident. I can only hope my training is as thorough.

I get to bed early, get up, quick shower and a light breakfast. Before I leave my room, I do a quick turn around and like what I see. Simple, comfortable but practical.

I go outside and have to take a few pictures, the landscape, even within the city is so pretty. I am not used to the hills, but it might help my conditioning. I turn to look back at the hotel to see if my cab has arrived, but to my surprise I see my instructor.

He explained to me that the other two participants had canceled, and I could reschedule or train one on one. I couldn’t rationalize travelling and taking time off twice, and while he was slightly intimidating, I really wanted to do this.

I hopped in his car, and after a short while we arrived at his house. With the lack of students, he explained that we would use his garage gym, rather than rent an area. Odd, but logical.

The gym was well setup, primarily free weights, with a few machines. The best part was the wide open door and quietly humming fans that kept the space fresh and comfortable. His house being set back from the road, and nicely treed, we were able to keep music playing and not disrupt the neighborhood.

We quickly got to work. Physical assessment first. Taking my measurements, testing my flexibility. Gently, but firmly assisting me to get the fullest stretch. Next came the weights. Setup so that I wasn’t working to failure, but able to complete ten good reps. Form being more important than moving a heavy load. He explained to me that if I don’t push myself and find out what I’m capable of, I will never know my limitations. That knowing what I can handle is the best way to boost my confidence.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but his “warmup” felt a lot like my workout. A quick break for water while we discussed the day’s workout.

Weights first, then an introduction to hand to hand training. The weights progressively heavier, as I grew tireder. Quickly and sharply corrected, I quickly realized that there was one right way to do things…. His way.

I appreciated the attention to detail, even as some as the criticism stung. I wanted to do well, I just didn’t know what to do. Frustrated with my failures. He didn’t appear to notice, continuing to correct me as he saw fit.

Watching me squat. Nudging my feet into proper position. Slightly wider. Toes out. Correcting the arch in my back with a firm hand. Close enough that his voice sounded like a whisper in my ear. “Yes, that’s it”. “Deeper now”.

That simple affirmation, after so many struggles, felt so good. Re-energized, I wanted more. I wanted his praise. Trying extra hard, legs starting to tremble as I descend. Him gently supporting the weight and allowing me to collect myself. Taking away his support feels like the weight doubled as I rise. The pause at the bottom ruined the momentum. I struggle to return to my start position. This time he allows me to struggle. For the first time, I see a hint of a smile.

I rack the weights and catch my breath. He leads me to the bench press. I assume the position. Feet flat, legs parted. Squared up to the bar. Standing behind me, he helps me unrack the weight. Light enough to not need a spotter yet, he stands and the end of the bench. Watching, guiding me with simple instructions. I’m concentrating on my technique, but distracted by his voice. I like it.

His whole demeanour authoritative, but confident. Self assured, with no need to be cocky. Quite obviously used to giving directions, rather than taking them. We watches me, arms crossed over his chest. Unintentionally showing off those gorgeous arms.

I don’t notice that he is watching me too. Watching both my form and my reactions. Watching my shorts ride up a bit as my back arches. Careful to stay in contact with the bench, unaware that my shorts have adjusted. The white cotton of my panties gleaming against the black silkiness of my shorts. Legs rolling outward, the damp spot on my panties that very likely isn’t sweat.

———-

I finish the set, get up and adjust my clothes. Riding up and exposing more than I’d like. Ready to wrap up for the day, I’m ready to go back to my room and relax.

My day isn’t over yet though, on the drive back to the hotel I receive a stern lecture about the importance of situational awareness. Learning to unconsciously scan my surroundings for threats. Being aware of what is present, and what can hurt me. I have been accused of being naive before. I want to believe that people are not all bad. And that kindness is not weakness.

Back in my room, I slowly strip. Enjoying the tightness of my hard worked muscles. Enjoying the sheen of sweat. Shyly wishing that someone was there to taste it. Running a bath, sipping a glass of wine. Strolling lazily around my room. Not a care in the world.

Morning arrives too early and I am outside and waiting before he arrives. Dreading the workout to come, but looking forward to it at the same time. I expect to see changes in myself by the end of the week. Wondering if anyone else will notice as well.

He picks me up, and today drives in the opposite direction of his home. I enjoy the scenery and wonder where we are off to. He pulls into a gorgeous wooded drive. Parks the car and takes two water bottles from the backseat.

I follow curiously as he walks down the path. His steps longer than mine, I have to run/walk to keep up. No small talk, no wasted energy. A man on a mission, but unwilling to share the plan with me.

We pass the free space area of the park and enter the trail system. Here he gets a bit more talkative. Asking me what I’m seeing, what I’m feeling and telling me to let him know if I get nervous. The last question seems odd. I don’t imagine anyone bothering us, not with his size and demeanour.

Today’s workout involves functional strength. Dead arm hangs from convenient overhanging branches. Some too tall for me to reach. He easily boosts me up and helps me down.

Hill climbing, wind sprints, pushups and skip rope. Oddly thrilled with the praise for something especially well done. The day is hard, but enjoyable. The sunshine, the dedicated attention of someone willing to help me grow better and stronger.

He seems very concerned for my comfort, always checking in to make sure that I am okay. Making sure that I am not afraid. As the day draws on, he seems almost frustrated with my answers. I’m not afraid, I am enjoying the adventure. I’m learning, I am growing and I am having a great time. This day is everything I wanted and more.

We stop to break a water break and sit in a lightly shaded clearing. I take a moment to rub a cramp out of my shoulder. I’m beginning to feel the effects of the past days’ efforts. He suggests that I sit up straight, back against the tree. Reaching my arms up high above my head. He stands in front of me, awkwardly close. Taking both my wrists in one hand and helping me stretch. It feels so good as the tension rises, then is released.

One more stretch he says, this time raising me to my feet. Arms up stretched above my head. Pulling me onto my tip toes. When I expected him to of release the pressure and let me down, he asked once more, “what are you feeling?”, “are you afraid?” I answer again, “I am nervous, but safe. I feel safe with you”.

Instead of reassuring him, I see a flash of anger across his face. He grips my wrists tighter and lifts me, dangling from his grip. He leans into me, pressing my body against the rough bark of the tree. Whispering in my ear, “you don’t understand, it’s me you should be afraid of”.

#consequences #my thoughts

[koogl001]

Part 2 would be lovely.

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

This is part 2 of the Damaged Mind Headcanon

Part 1 HERE Part 3 HERE

When you woke up in your room, you instantly knew that what happened wasn’t just a dream

It felt too real, and too terrifying

You jumped when a gentle knock came, you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, you were too emotionally and psychically drained

 But even without your permission, Alastor entered your chambers with a worried look on his face

He knew what happened, he suffered from panic attacks all the time when he was a child due to his father abusing him and his beloved mother

He could hardly taste it, the fear that was radiating from you yesterday evening, and he didn’t like it one bit

Who knew he was able to feel sympathy?

Definitely not you

You buried your face in a pillow, the weight f the situation and the embarrassment too much for you

You didn’t have the energy to talk, all you were able to produce were small “hmm”s and even that was tiring for you in your current state

Alastor, in a soothing voice, reassured you that your problems were something you could work on and overcome, and that he would not inform Charlie nor anyone else

But what he didn’t promise was not using this to his advantage

He was looking for a way to have you all to himself and this was his golden ticket

If he could gain your trust and use your paranoia to convince you that the only way for you to be safe is to take you to his home, a desolated place with not a soul anywhere nearby and lock you up there for you “protection” then he could and would be the only one to have access to you

And that is exactly what he would do

He’d make it his duty to point out any threatening traits the others possessed, to tell you that you were easily disposable to Charlie whom could just find another employee, that Vaggie didn’t trust you and wouldn’t hesitate to “dispose” of you if she felt it was necessary, that Angel was an ex-mafia member who could turn on you in a minute, that Husk could not care less about your safety and would not think twice to kill/sacrifice you to save his own skin, that Niffty whom was handling most of the cooking could slip you a poisoned meal without you realising till it was too late

He was the only one with the power and the actual intent of protecting you, he told you

But you couldn’t just take his word for it, so you did what only seemed logical to your dishevelled mind

You made a deal with him

You played right into his hands without realising

He would protect you no matter what and would never allow any harm to come your way in exchange for your absolute obedience

Hey, what is the worst thing he could possibly ask of you anyways?

He took you to his home under the pretence of retrieving some important stuff with which he would need your help

He told you the place was isolated, and it would be virtually impossible for anyone to stumble upon it, making it safe from any intruders and possible threats you could face as the Happy Hotel staff

You kinda liked it there, it was extravagant just like its owner, there was a calming quietness, it was far from other sinners, and it had the biggest library you have ever seen in your life

Alastor had you absolutely hooked without your knowledge, all he needed to do now was to reel you in

“You know darling, I’ve been thinking of moving back here instead of staying at the Hotel. Wouldn’t you agree it’s so much more peaceful here?”

Of course you agreed, this could be your safe haven, the place where you wouldn’t have to look over your shoulder every two seconds, the place where you could forget your fears and start living again

“And it would be only natural for you to come with me so I could protect you, no?”

Right, if he was here and you were at the Hotel and something happened to you, how would he even know?

This made sense, it absolutely did, you convinced yourself

You needed to stay by his side, you weren’t ready to die

He had you trapped and yet, you felt finally free

#hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #headcanon #alastor headcanons #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #fanfiction #oneshot #reader insert #hazbin niffty #husk #charlie magne #hazbin charlie #vaggie #niffty #fat nuggets #helluva boss #alastor the radio demon #fanfic #hazbin hotel charlie #alastor headcanon #hazbin angel dust #reader #yandere alastor #mental health #panic attack #paranoia

[hamofjustice]

Hey it's the guy from that other rant about how Nemona, Arven, and Penny are getting ignored for no reason by DLC advertising in a game that's supposed to be about forming treasured unbreakable bonds with well-written sad kids who desperately needed friends and are presented as sort of Strength, Courage and Wisdom Trio by the ending, back with a new post now that one of the DLCs is out and haha I bet you know what I have to say don't you

What was the point of excluding Nemona, Arven, and Penny from The Teal Mask if there are three unnamed and generic-modeled but consistently written student NPCs present anyway, and the content is level 60-75, so you're clearly not intended to do it without finishing the game*? Not only do they not see you off or gain any new dialogue when you get home, they aren't mentioned or alluded to in any way shape or form. They're still statues standing in their rooms with one line of dialogue, the one thing I wanted DLC and updates to change the most. They never notice you left the country for a week.

* UPDATE: Apparently the DLC has level scaling even though the base game didn't, and it is accessible with 0 badges, and that is why there are no references to the preexisting story - it might not have happened yet. Fascinating. I guess that part holds less weight then and this whole post is a little less necessary. I'll leave the rest of the post unedited but it really did seem like this was designed as postgame content only regardless of when it becomes available. Guess not! So I guess, instead, the story got shot in the foot a little bit by the decision to make it available to new players instead of for no reason. I think they should have let it be postgame content, but, I'm a little less worried now. This makes sense within those rules. I guess.

Fanart like this is now coming out and getting tons of likes asking why this happened after six months of countless pieces of cute fanart like this all turned out to be for nothing.

As people are already realizing, it would have been really fun and logical for two of the three who don't really get along with each other yet (which is any combination of them, really, that's part of the fun, and part of why their stories should continue) to be forced to team up into an odd couple, while the third gets to know Carmine and perhaps build a rivalry with her. Wouldn't it be fun to see them talking about their own adventures they were going on, and how they were starting to get along, even if it was happening offscreen? (Because this DLC is focused on introducing new characters to set up for later and that's fine) Wouldn't it be smart to set up the group dynamic for Indigo Disc in advance as preparation for a return to Area Zero and that whole professor-haunted main plotline with a larger cast?

It's just giving me even more apparently-not-unfounded paranoia that yeah, we've never been shown the friend trio in new footage in a DLC trailer because not just Penny but somehow even Arven and Nemona are going to be completely irrelevant to a DLC about finding closure on Area Zero's story and going to a school all about top-level battling. Why else would they go this far out of their way to avoid including them as characters? This is like... active sabotage of their own story at this point.

... Could they really just not be bothered to model three characters in jinbei, and repeatedly shot in the foot their best story yet and all the setup they did for continuing it... over that? That'd be stupid, right? Unfortunately, I don't have the confidence in the company to put anything past them right now.

I just don't know how The Indigo Disc is going to carry the weight of everything they've set up expectations for it to do, unless it's like three times bigger than this little teaser of a DLC in terms of actual story and postgame battles, and most importantly to me, the postgame hanging-out that they very suspiciously also won't show the original friend trio for that we were promised by the story almost a year ago as a happy ending, that we haven't actually gotten to participate in on-screen at all, outside of the Ace Academy Tournament (whose music is perfect for that happy victory lap feeling by the way).

I'm afraid now more than ever that all of my happy thoughts about how this generation and these precious characters should be wrapped up and what should be in The Indigo Disc aren't going to happen, and... it'll just go unceremoniously into the trash can with the other generations after a few more months of trailers probably making it clear that despite all the sappy memories with your original group and the girl who calls the player character her treasure and her rival for life, the game is about Carmine and Kieran now instead of them joining the group, and it will be remembered as the half assed cash grab game and not the one with a big heart and deep character writing hidden in it, if they care THIS aggressively, out-of-their-way little about the reason the game has heart. Not that I don't like these new newcomers too, but. There was a different way to go about this.

Pokemon Masters and Pokemon Special and stuff will try their best to compensate and do the characters justice, but they're just fanfic writers like us except with a budget. The anime writers are forced to make the story about other characters, as if Nemona, Arven, and Penny's stories were something shameful or inappropriate they need to paint over, and not the saving grace for what was otherwise an embarrassing corporate product with good people stuck working on it.

It would have been so easy to integrate the three of them into this DLC, and it would've made the next DLC better to have done so. Literally just replace some character models and rewrite some dialogue. The Paldea students don't have festival outfits anyway afaik. We're talking romhack-level difficulty of implementation here. Come the hell on.

Between the contents of this first part of the DLC and how they've been advertising it so far, I cannot make myself believe Nemona, Arven, and Penny will be in the rest of generation 9. I don't want to get hurt by my expectations. I feel like they've been purposefully excluded, like TPC thinks there's something wrong with them.

... Anyone else feeling this?

#pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet #the teal mask #the indigo disk #pokemon scarvio #no billy and o'nare don't count as a nemona mention they say repeatedly they run paldea realty and not the rotom phone company for a reason #that being said i stayed up way too late making absolutely sure they weren't her parents like everyone assumed #despite being white #nemonaposting #pennyposting #arvenposting

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey :> I'm new on tumblr so idk how to use it properly please forgive me if I do it wrong! I remember really being into twst a long time ago but then I stopped for some reason. Recently, I saw your blog and it inspired me to download it again! So I wanna say thank you so much, your writing's awesome <3 Anyway, I'm just curious - what are your favourite characters in each of the dorms? I know that you like Jade and Rook but what about the other dorms? Sorry if I'm annoying, you don't have to!

Welcome to Tumblr and back to the rabbit hole that is Twisted Wonderland!! 🥳 Hope you have fun with your return and continue to enjoy this blog and my writing~

Here are my favorite characters from each dorm and a quick rundown of why (under the cut because altogether it’s lengthy):

From Heartslabyul: Ace!

My love for Ace is somewhat conditional. He’s my favorite of Heartslabyul largely by technicality because I don’t feel fondness toward any of the others in the dorm unless they’re interacting with specific other characters. For example, I love Trey having to play the straight man in a comedy duo whenever he’s with really “out there” classmates like Rook or Lilia. However, Trey as an individual character isn’t as interesting to me.

Ace can stand strongly on his own. He gets on my nerves at times, but I can appreciate his blunt honesty and I sometimes find myself cheering him on when he’s getting all up in someone’s business. His mischievousness nets him trouble, but I never stay mad at him for too long. Ace has a delicate balance of cheer and cheekiness that wakes me right up and keeps me on my toes!

From Savanaclaw: Leona Ruggie! 😌

I admire Ruggie for his work ethic and how he stays upbeat in spite of his circumstances. He's very street-smart and quick on his feet, which makes him a joy to watch, whether getting up to trouble or throwing quips at his classmates. Moreover, I love how there's a logical explanation as to why he acts the way he does. Having come from an impoverished neighborhood, he values practicality and finding a use for things people would usually disregard or throw away. I really understand where he's coming from. I also find the reason for Ruggie's "greed" to be much more compelling than most other characters with the same vice. For Ruggie, money is a matter of survival and security; he doesn't seek out wealth out of pure gluttony or greed but because he seeks a genuine better future for himself and those he loves. It puts a lot more weight into those "funny haha" moments where Ruggie's talking about how he can't relate to the wealthy.

... *pained groaning* Alright, I’ll cut the bullshit for a second and talk about he-who-shall-not-be-named.

I have an intense l*ve-hate relationship with L*ona. He used to be a character I didn't really care for (mainly because of how poorly written he was in episode 2 of the main story). As new content has come out (especially around episode 6, but no spoilers), I gained a newfound appreciation for him and his growth. I find that I like him best when he's not squandering his potential (although character-wise, I understand why he does) and utilizes his intelligence, and/or acts like a good leader and upperclassman to others. Sometimes there's content where L*ona doesn't even physically appear and it's just others talking about how they admire him or look up to him (Epel's Union Birthday/Birthday Jacket being one such example), and those kinds of lines really get to me 😭 The grumpy old man side of L*ona, his effortlessly sarcastic edge (like when he claims he's a lost child or a delicate prince that bruises easily), and how petty he gets toward his rivals are also fantastically hilarious. When I really think about it, he can be funny but he is also such a complex character (not that the others aren't, it's just that L*ona's kind of complexity is one I find really interesting). It's just... the way he usually presents himself (arrogant, prideful, and lazy) does him no favors in my eyes. It's a matter of personal taste, I just don't like those traits in a character. Every time he opens his mouth, I don't know whether I want to close it for him again or if I should just let him talk anyway despite how aggravating the results may be. It's similar to how I feel about Ace, except with Ace it feels a lot more juvenile so it hurts slightly less (whereas L*ona, a jaded adult, may bruise my own ego lol).

ANYWAY 🤡 I'm not going to say anything more than that because I don't want to prove my friends right about going from hating to l*king someone I basically swore I would never look up to/find attractive.

From Octavinelle: Jade!!

… Do I need to explain why 😂 J-Just read this post… You’ll see… a sneak peek into my brain wrinklies…

FUNNY (?) STORY: My favorite in Octavinelle (and overall in the cast) used to be Azul!! … But then I dropped him for his right-hand man, which is a joke that persists in my circle of friends to this day.

From Scarabia: Kalim!

(Honorable mention goes to Jamil!)

Whether I lean to Kalim or to Jamil depends on my mood, but most of the time I prefer Kalim. Sometimes I feel very motherly, in which case I’ll want to nurture and cherish Kalim. He has the kind of smile I want to protect from deception and bad things. He’s also naive enough where I worry if he doesn’t have someone with the right intentions teaching him, then he’ll fall prey to something nasty 🥲

Other times my patience is wearing thin and I don’t have the energy to “deal” with Kalim and his extravagant wants/needs. In those moments, I find that I relate more closely to Jamil, who is constantly worked to the bone and exasperated (yet has to hold his frustration in for the sake of maintain a professional veneer). Jamil falls into some bodyguard/butler tropes which I usually love, but part of me feels guilty about it since… well, Jamil doesn’t enjoy his position in life. It feels like some of my feelings toward Jamil comes from a place of pity rather than genuine love for him.

From Pomefiore: Rook!

What I love the most about Rook is his positivity and how he smiles even in the face of danger. He helps me look on the (reasonably) bright side of things even if things are bleak. There’s a rare comfort to be found in that, and it has actually helped me cope with some pretty tough situations.

Rook definitely comes off as too excessive in how he expresses himself, but I find it charming (he’s a one-man show!). This, as well as his aforementioned optimism, creates funny contrasts with the other characters—but as frivolous as he comes off, Rook can still mentor and pull through for others when they need him. There’s still so much left untold about him, and I’m really curious to figure out what he’s hiding 🫣

From Ignihyde: Ortho!!

Ortho’s in a very similar boat as Kalim; he’s the (sort of) innocent son I want to protect. I like how supportive Ortho is with Idia—he’s devoted in a way that’s hard to describe with words. Even if Ortho’s “just a robot”, you can tell how sincere his feelings and motivations are, and just how much he cares for those around him. (nxbdnwbdks though I also find it really funny when Ortho acts devilishly and uses his uniquely robotic traits to cause chaos 😂)

From Diasomnia: Sebek!

(A close second place goes to Lilia!)

Sebek has that sweet, sweet duality of looking tough and imposing but actually being a kinda pathetic puppy dog that only wants to be praised also he’s a bodyguard, what’s not to love about that👌 His smile is so cute, absolutely one of the best ones in the game!! I also find Sebek’s personality to be bracing—it's initially very off-putting, but something so familiar about the way he geeks out over his favorite person ever, and how he wants validation from those he admires. Sebek just has a... unique way to communicate (that is to say, he really doesn't), and I think that's pretty endearing.

Another immensely interesting aspect of Sebek is the insecurity surrounding his lineage and his identity fascinates me. This is usually the point that gets him written off by others as being intolerant—and while that’s true, I love the nuance behind it and how that plays into his character. It’s really complex and speaks to similar real-world issues. I’ve actually written a whole analysis on this topic, so I’d encourage you to read if if you’re interested.

I also like Lilia because we exude similar vibes (looking young but acting "old")—but even more than that, he’s the kind of person I want to be. His guardian and mentor role among the students is irreplaceable, and he’s the true “heart” that ties together Diasomnia (I’m a sucker for the found family trope). He’s wise, but he can also kick back and have fun whenever he wants! That’s the ideal retiree life, haha 😂

x jabsjxbskwnw You’ve probably noticed some patterns by now 🫠 I tend to like characters that fall into a few broad categories:

Characters with big brain cells and/or characters that rely on brains before brawn🧠

Characters that are cheerful and/or smile a lot 😊

Characters with strong duality or contrast

“Son” energy characters

Butlers and/or bodyguards in general

#Ace Trappola #Trey Clover #Leona Kingscholar #Jade Leech #Azul Ashengrotto #Ruggie Bucchi #Kalim Al-Asim #Jamil Viper #Scarabia #Rook Hunt #Ortho Shroud #Idia Shroud #Ignihyde #Lilia Vanrouge #Sebek Zigvolt #question #notes from the writing raven #Epel Felmier

[venusianc0mplex]

Children of Ares

Children of Ares are brave, courageous, and they will fight for their success at all costs. They are some of the most ambitious people you will ever meet and also some of the most loyal lovers you will ever find. Ares kids are constantly in a battle fo tug-of-war with their own impulsive tendencies. Below are the common traits found in Children of Ares.

Gifts

Ares kids are very athletically gifted and they have very good reaction time

They are usually very gifted in gaming, a lot of pro-gamers are Children of Ares

The girls are usually born gifted strategists, whether it’s in gaming or in their social life 

They are EXTREMELY good at networking 

They know how to maintain a good public image 

They can become good at any sport they set out to learn 

They know how to channel their competitiveness positively

They gain muscles much faster than other people and they gain weight slower 

Very good metabolism 

Insanely good self-control

They are very good with the initial stages of dating 

The girls naturally know how to exercise their personal charm 

They usually have a very good sense of rhythm 

A lot of them are very gifted dancers

They have a very good sense of humor and they do great on talk-shows 

They tend to have very strong arms 

They are blessed with laser-like focus 

They tend to win against their competitors pretty easily by just doing their own thing 

They have more vitality and stronger willpower compared to most people

They are very good at rhythm games (games like DDR)

The girls are usually with the popular crowd and the guys tend to pull pretty easily even if they are not conventionally attractive 

They have a very good sense of logic 

They are usually very good with their money 

They attract people that help them move up in their careers very easily 

They will never run out of friends even if they have done very problematic things in the past 

As long as they exercise and keep their body in shape, they will be able to fight through anything in life, good physical health directly boosts their overall luck in life

The guys are usually the leader or the most popular person in their friend groups

They are usually able to live a very good life even without touching spirituality in their lifetime 

They are naturally very aware of social dynamics and social consequences

They are blessed with extra energy to achieve their goals (ex, if other people can dance for 3 hrs Ares kids can do 7)

I need to repeat this but they are genuinely funny as FUCK

Traits

They are very quick to act, sometimes without thinking too much about the consequences 

They all LOVE a good adrenaline rush, this applies to everyone regardless of gender

They naturally gravitate towards physical activities such as dancing

The men think very straightforwardly but they grow to be super understanding of women and in tune with how ladies think 

The men LOVE a baaaad bitchhh, all thye want to do is to serve a baaad bitchh in life

They are very generous with their close ones 

They usually have a pretty good relationship with their mom but their biological dad tends to be colder toward them due to emotional constipation

They can be extremely conscious of their figure and take on extreme diets to stay slim 

They are very good at finding the silver lining in a situation 

The guys are very easy to read 

The guys are VERY loyal and devoted to their partner and friends, the girls tend to be more strategic with whom they surround themselves with and they might kick someone out of their lives if they aren’t doing well anymore 

 A lot of them feel like they are worthless unless they put in real hard work in life

The girls are usually super ambitious in their career 

They are usually very good at gauging friendships out 

The guys can be a little too forgiving and the girls can be a little too unforgiving

Ares treats his daughters like the princess poms spiritually and as a result they are usually raised like princesses in the material world

They usually have prominent Mars nakshatra (Vedic Astrology) and/or very strong Mars placement in their sidereal astrology chart 

The girls will never run out of suitors and they KNOW their dating games well

The girls love to strategically place themselves with the right people

They take their workouts very seriously 

The men can be players in early stages of dating but once they settle they really SETTLE

The girls are prone to leaving a man once they can’t provide like they did before

The girls are usually very independent, career-oriented, and very image conscious

The girls can be very competitive with other girls especially when they are younger, but a lot of them do grow to become more girls’ girls 

The men can be wishy-washy and commit infidelity if they grew up in a bad family, and you wouldn’t expect from them because they are big chasers

You can always expect a son of Ares to make the first move in love, they are generally huge chasers

They are very good at climbing any ladder and they are usually happy to start from the bottoms up 

They will FIGHT for their closest friends and help bring up people closest to them

They are very generous to their family members 

They usually have a very good relationship with their siblings

The girls can remain scarily cool-headed when they are beefing with someone

Once they are hurt once they will be slow to forgive or they might never forgive, but they don’t get hurt very easily

Challenges

They can be extremely selfish people when they are younger 

The guys often have misplaced anger or huge anger issues when they are younger due to them not having a good father figure in their lives to teach them the right things

The girls can have mean girl tendencies and the guys can hold weird grudge against women when they are immature 

They will purposely say things to hurt you out of anger 

They will gossip behind enemies and ex-firends’ back 

They girls can be huge social climbers and be super fake with people 

Their biggest lesson in life is to control their anger and pettiness 

The girls can be very bossy and think they are above everyone else 

If Ares kids don’t check their ego they will have a very bad downfall somewhere after Saturn return 

If the guys don’t check their misdirected anger and starts acting right they will become aggressive incels, blaming everything on women when they are the ones developing their emotional intelligence

They are prone to staying in toxic relationships for way too long 

They can get lazy and too complacent in a relationship and stop putting in effort or consideration 

They can come off way too aggressive or even emotionally manipulative in a fight

The guys can take a long time to leave their toxic traits behind

They can be very unfocused when they are not in alignment with themselves 

They can drop someone over the smallest reasons and commit to the wrong person way too fast 

They can be quick to cut off people for the wrong reasons

They can be very unforgiving to people from their past even if they also did the other party wrong

They can lack a sense of remorse

Sometimes they can be very hardstuck on their own views even if reality proves them wrong 

The girls can be too materialistic to the point where they don’t care about anything else aside from materialism

Sometimes they tend to approach the problem in a very shallow way

They can be fake when they want to

They like creating rifts among friends when they have a falling out with someone 

They can put too much value on to shallow things and stop working on their emotional intelligence 

They are quick to fight

They don’t care enough about how their actions come off sometimes

They need to slow down and think about the consequences of their actions

Impatience 

They often lack compassion for others when they are younger

Disclaimer: Everything I mentioned above are based on my own observations, I do not claim to be 100% correct

#greek myth #ares #ares god of war #ares deity #pjo #greek mythology #deity worship #hellenic gods #observations #records #greek pantheon #spirituality #deity work