#sometimes even xs is too big

[knaveofmogadore]

Kfkdks

#messages from knave #im making breakfast and im gonna list my observations from three years of weird living situations #younger siblings of big age gaps will see most interactions as a form of soft combat until trained out of it #but when actual clmbat happens they're used to not having any sway so they don't actually know how to act in arguments #siblings with codependent relationships have their own internal langauge that they apply to others. not sure if they realize they do it #but they'll hold you to the same rules they've mentally created for each other without explaining them #siblings of ALL stripes will approach situations with a set idea of how communication works. and even if it's not a logical way to communica #they'll expect you to also communicate in that way. and if you can't or refuse they'll shut down and communication stalls completely because #they can't fathom doing it any other way except the way they and their siblings socialized each other to do it #siblings with adversarial relationships don't take outside advice and will take attempts to give advice as manipulative. not their fault #oldest siblings are the most conflict averse people on the planet. oldest sinlings say #'is anyone gonna balloon this situation out of proportion by avoiding it for as long as possible' and not wait for an answer #siblings who were regularly appointed as hall monitors will see any interaction with you as transactional #a hallmark of a dysfunctional sibljng relationship is someone who thinks telling you NO is worse than going through a situation they do not #wanna be in. and then they'll complain about it endlessly #and then they'll be like 'i don't want favours from my parents because they'll hold it over me' and never make the connection on their own #people cannot anticipate your needs with their minds. they are sometimes going to ask you to be a part of things you don't wanna #you're NEVER gonna be able to live in a world where people will stop asking you to be a part of things that's not feasible #had one say once 'people should just know not to ask me along for plans I can't get to people should know not to invite me' #and you know dude that's just now how stuff works. there's a difference between 'x cant drive so they can't help me move my dresser' and #'i know xs work schedule so i shouldnt infomr them of group plansnon the off chance they could make it so they don't feel left out' #people with hyper competitive siblings can't fathom that other people won't know how to do stuff. i don't just mean athletes but siblings #with that scarcity mindsetnin general like they can't handle people not having the same knowledge base they have. it's a survival thing #and NO having a life of suffering doesn't make you correct all the time has literally anyone else watched heathers #youngest siblings always have the most deranged dating stories and the oldest in a set of age gap siblings always has the WORST taste in men #< that's directed at my sister and no one else that's a personal diss not a real observation #only children have one thing. theyre SUPER weird about splitting the grocery bill #food is NOT communal to only children I've learned firsthand. Also they'll be perfectly fine sharing anything else BUT food usually #weed. loans. bathroom supplies. dishes. ect. but NOT food #meanwhile sibljngs are a little TOO comfortable chowing down on stuff they didn't buy. bad roommates are bad roommates

[whereinthworld]

DINGO DINGO DINGO

an AU of an AU where Ingo died and turned into a hisuan zoroark, I like to think Ingo is very small compared 2 the average zoroark because he's from the future so he is the average size of a modern zoroark (modern doggy) which means he is XS in hisuian standard cause hisuan zoroark are like wolves? big wild dogs.

Spice is very protective of his very small and oblivious wet tissue of a friend.

Ingo due to his death gets his memories jumbled even more. so he sometimes act like a normal dog and is more friendly than normal hisuan zoroarks. (idk I was brainstorming too much but I'll be honest if I died and turned into a dog I wouldn't be surprised if I started to act like a dog </3).

fanart for @hoofpeet

#zoroark #hisuan zoroark #submas #pokemon legends ingo

[naranjapetrificada]

I never remember to do WIP Wednesday, although in my defense I've only recently had consistent WIPs of speak of.

I'm very into two specific AU tropes right now and couldn't choose between them for my first ofmd longfic, but as I started getting more and more ideas for the "captured by a roguish pirate with a heart of gold" thing I started plugging away on that one. All the while I had a document open for the arranged marriage one too, and lately I've been bouncing between them both! Since I gave a little sneak preview of the captive one it seems only fair to do the same for the arranged marriage one.

I guess all you need to know is it doesn't take place in our world and that the marriage between Ed and Stede has been put together for political reasons. Let's snoop at a feast being held weeks before the wedding but only hours after their first meeting:

"We lost a lot of good men to her, but your grandmother was a true warrior. A once in a generation talent." Ed's a bit surprised to hear such high praise from his taciturn future father-in-law, especially of such an implacable enemy of the Republic. Ed remembers his manners and gives a respectful nod. "Yes," the man begins again, "one always prefers war against a cunning and strong enemy no? An enemy one can respect." She would have preferred no war at all Ed thinks, trying to keep his face neutral. She would have preferred to spin wool and sing hymns to the gods and count her great-grandchildren. She would have preferred to only lift her bow for hunting. "She was," Ed says instead. " A true warrior, wife, and mother." The elder Bonnet seems disinterested in these last two but raises his cup in begrudging acknowledgment. "To true warriors, and true mettle," the man toasts, clearly ready to change the subject. Ed sips his wine and wonders not for the first time how these people are so fond of the metallic sourness of their grape wines that taste and stain like blood. As the conversation moves on without him, Ed can almost feel his grandmother's presence there in the feast pavilion. He sits up straighter because he knows that's what she would tell him to do, gently poking him with her spindle and dropping a kiss on top of his head as she passed by. Ed knows his grandmother will be in the history books, but no historian will record the important things that made up the totality of her humanity. What about the melancholy that sometimes overtook her in quiet moments? What about her uncanny ability to soothe any fussy baby she held? Or how anyone who entered her tent, day or night, could expect hot tea or broth at the ready, prepared by her own hands? Ed muddles through the rest of dinner stealing the occasional glance at Stede, but things are otherwise uneventful. He later perks up a bit with the arrival of the dessert courses. Unlike the rest of the meal, all the desserts are brought out at once. Ed decides to sample each one on offer whether or not it's considered good manners. If it's a faux pas, no one seems inclined to make a big deal out of it. There are creamy little cheese cakes stamped with Xs and drizzled with honey, which are fine but would be much better with fruit. There are tiny tarts made with peaches their guests must have brought from the south, a special treat this far north where the growing season is short. And last but not least are spiced dates stuffed with honeyed nuts, which leave Ed's fingers sticky but are his favorite thing he's eaten all evening.

#baby's second longfic #arranged marriage AU #historical fantasy setting #think ancient Rome vibes #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fic writing #fanfic writing #edward teach #stede bonnet #wip wednesday #ofmd au

[trippingonthelight]

Ring Fingers

Eddie Munson x f!reader

This is just a little something about Eddie... and his hands... and what he would like to do with them sometimes...

content warnings: mildly nsfw MILDLY..... cuddling, kissing, eddie being a goof, eddie being a slut, eddie being eddie

The barely there, early morning blue of the sky was just starting to peek through the window screen of Eddie’s bedroom. Lighting up the room just enough to see, but not enough to really wake you up. The smell of incense lingered from the night before. Your clothes and Eddies’ thrown haphazardly across the floor, the chair, his windowsill, wherever they happened to land when they were practically torn off from the night before. You turned from your side where you slept peacefully all night to lay on your back, his arm still caging the small of your waist as he still laid sleeping next to you. You couldn’t help but grin slightly at the sight of him. He acts all tough, but the way he’s cuddled into your side right now and holding you so gently, even in his sleep… that says otherwise.

The memories of this fall with Eddie start to play mind, as they usually do when your mind starts to wander in a free moment.

In August, it was fresh and new. The nervous energy hadn’t worn off yet as your friendship with your fellow Hellfire Club member had turned into something more. Once you joined the club there was always a flirtatious energy between you two, and you quickly became close friends, much to the annoyance of the rest of the D&D party… When the party won its biggest campaign of the semester so far, a bonfire was suggested as a form of celebration (and as an excuse to go party in the woods). One too many beers and catching him staring at you over the flames was all it took for you to finally admit how you felt. You said it first, searching his big brown eyes for any sign of discomfort with what you were saying. How you liked him from the moment you met and how he made you so nervous but in a good way… but you didn’t find any hesitation. Instead, he cut you off with a kiss that made you drop your solo cup right there behind the tree where he pinned you with his firm but gentle grip. You pulled away and he smiled, “I thought you weren’t gonna shut up so I could do that… took ya long enough…” Your laughs echoed through the woods, as they have most days ever since.

In September, the nerves dissipated into excitement. Between classes it was just kisses and stories from the time spent apart (one to two class periods at most) and giggling like little kids… homework got done somewhere in between… When you weren’t in school, being a budding rockstar’s girlfriend wasn’t half bad either. You would always go to the gigs his band played in Hawkins and the little towns surrounding it. Quickly entering the venue bathroom to wash the Xs off your hands, you would come out and head to the side of the stage where Eddie waited with a drink for you. Raising his glass to yours he toasts, “Cheers darling,” complimenting the clink of your glasses with a kiss on your cheek before every show. You never had a boring weekend now, not with Eddie around.

Now it’s October and you’re falling into a rhythm with each other’s lives. It’s still exciting, but in a more comfortable way now that the nerves are gone. So comfortable that for the 3rd weekend in a row you’re waking up at his house. Thankful for his uncle’s work schedule that effectively kept you out of sight. Leaving you and Eddie in your own little world in that tiny trailer park in Hawkins. Coming back to the moment in this soft morning light, you move to try to get up to collect your clothes. But Eddie lightly stirred with a dissatisfied “hmmm” that you figured out roughly translated to “don’t get up…. Please… not yet…”

You smiled and patted his arm lightly, “I know, but I gotta get home before my parents think something’s up…”

“Mmm… lucky for you I covered… you’re mine till band practice at 2…” he snuggles closer, thinking no explanation would be needed. But, feeling your burning gaze, he looked up at you. His deep brown eyes still glazed from sleep as he laid his chin on your stomach, he admits, “Your mama called late last night looking for you. You were already asleep…. I said you went home with Tiffany and I would bring you home tomorrow after you guys hung out. Which wasn’t a lie… she just doesn’t know I’m actually named Tiffany.”

You lightly smack his shoulder as he giggles at your shock. “I can’t believe you!! And when my folks ask to meet Tiffany, what then?”

“Then…” he starts, raising up on his elbows slightly to cage your tummy between his arms and chest, planting a soft kiss above your belly button. “…we’ll worry about it if that happens. Until then, will you please snuggle me back I’m freezing over here with all that cold shoulder you’re giving me…” he stuck out his bottom lip… it took everything you had not to lean up and bite it… so instead you turned on your side and tugged his arm tighter around you. This earned a happy hum from him and he gratefully tangled back up with you. The blanket of sleep settled back easily over the both of you for a couple more hours, giving the sun time to rise up in the sky and gleam in through the window.

He woke you up this time, hearing him move behind you to grab something on his nightstand. Your eyes fluttered open to see his arm stretched out over you, reaching for his Polaroid camera. He catches your eye, “Damn it, was tryin to be quiet…” he feigns the cutest look of shame you’ve ever seen on a face so beautiful, and your smile at him blooms on your cheeks before you can even think to chastise.

You grab on to the arm that reached over you, tugging it closer in to you to examine the device he now held. “Takin pictures?” You ask, blinking up at him with bleary eyes still adjusting to the light. He begins to kiss down your exposed shoulders, into the soft curve of your neck. You would barely hear it if you weren’t enamored with everything he ever said. But against the shell of your ear he says, “maybe, if you wanna be my muse…” punctuated with the most gentle, yet electric kisses to your jawline. All you can do is nod in response. Of course you would be his muse.

There’s moments where Eddie is too sweet for words. When he sweeps you off your feet either literally or metaphorically, and shows you the kind of appreciation you deserve. When you get to return the favor and make sure he knows he’s loved and cared for at any chance you get, and he blushes at your praise and affection.

And then there’s moments like these. Where they’re just to the left of innocent. When he’s doing everything to get you going except the act itself. In these moments, Eddie feels like he has you to only himself out of all the world. This is when he feels it, that closeness. The intimacy of a lover, an admirer, an artist taking in another’s creation. The tenderness only found in these little moments. It’s what he lives for with you. Of course he loves to show you off, but these little private moments, just with you? He never wants them to end. So he decides he doesn’t have to let it…

The first photo he snaps is entirely hideous. The angle is off and you definitely didn’t pose in any provocative way. You chide him for even considering letting it develop, but he laughs and lays it on his windowsill anyway.

“Don’t give up on me just yet. That was a good one but, not what I’m going for…”

The second snap of the camera came after a little more posing, a little arch in your back, the placement of his hand against your hip, his fingertips making the slightest indents in your skin from his gentle grip… the photo develops, capturing your torsos fully pressed against each other, your back against his chest. But he huffs in response. You laugh, “what, bad model?” He shakes his head slowly, “no, no no no, doll… not you..” he plants a small kiss to your forehead. “The photographer can’t get the best angle here… c’mere, let’s try this.”

He sits up, spreading his legs wide enough for you to sit between them, holding a hand out to help you up while the other grips the camera deftly. You try to move into his lap as gracefully as you can while holding the sheet against your bare chest. He notices, and once you settle in his lap, his hand moves from your grasp to the sheet covering your breasts. You look up at him, suddenly feeling more exposed than you ever have to him. Sex was one thing, and the lights were usually off. But taking a risqué Polaroid in the full glow of the morning? That was entirely different. He sees the trepidation in your eyes and smiles, holding the camera out for you to hold. “Here, hold this instead.”

“But Eddie… I-“ you start, but before you could begin to explain any feeling of hesitation, his hands were on your breasts and his chin was nestled in the gentle curve of your neck, comfortable resting on your shoulder.

If you could capture this feeling in a bottle and wear it like perfume, you swear you would be high all day from it. His body, warm and solid against your own… the softness of his hair ticking your back… the roughness of his hands, calloused from many hours of practicing guitar, against the soft skin of your breasts… the electricity of his slightly cool silver rings (the few he absolutely never took off, even in sleep) fluttering against the sensitive flesh of your nipples and sending a pleasing electric shock between your legs… You understood better every day with Eddie just how people got addicted to this feeling…

“Okay now, hold the camera out and raise it up. Just a little babe.. there we go. Right there…” he helps you position the lens in the center of your chest, just far enough away to get you both in frame. He turns his head to whisper in your ear and latch his lips onto that sensitive spot on your neck, that spot that makes you melt for him and only him. “Now shoot…” He says in a deep whisper. You barely register that you took the photo, as he leans in to give a gentle but wet kiss to the spot where he just sucked a fresh, deep-maroon hickey into your skin. A quiet moan escapes your throat, and the Polaroid falls into the sheets. He picks it up and shakes it lightly to get it to develop, grinning like the Cheshire Cat when he starts to see your form appear on the film. “Better this time?” You laugh at his satisfied smile, like he just painted the next great masterpiece. He leaned back down to kiss your neck, trailing his way from your collar bones, to your cheek, finally settling on your lips. He smiles when he kisses, you notice. Interesting…

“oh I’m definitely keeping this one in my wallet…”

#should I write part 2? should I? maybe?? #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #mildly nsfw? #I think? #god I wish that were me #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #stranger things smut

[eclectic-ambrosia]

ROTOMBLR! Whaattt's uppp!? Long time no speak! Bet you guys don't even remember me. Ha! Well, it's me Madison! And this is Gigi! My shiny Deino who evolved!

*The rotom is being aimed at a Deino sleeping in a big comfy bed with a nice warm, fuzzy blanket over her, with two bows on her head. One being orange and the other being green*

I've been in Paldea for a while! A vacation kind of. A very long vacation. Uhm, sooo, I bet you guys are wondering what happened after I graduated! Well, I haven't yet. XS I don't graduate until sometimes next year but, I've been volunteering at some places over break!

I think Paldea's my last stop? I'm in Kitakami right now though. Did you guys know that we get to have our OWN AQUARIUMS?! Or... are they called terrariums? Mine is full of so many WATER TYPES! There's also a section for grass types. I have a lot of those too.

Buuutt, I get to study them! I even got to work on a Milotic! They weren't feeling well so my trainer and I had to nurse it back to health. I think it was a wild one cause nobody came to pick it up. ._.

Oh oh! You guys wanna know something even cooler?! I met... a Gyarados. A RED one. It was SO scary and HUGE! It was taller than me! O0O But, it was actually really nice. It got taken to a reservation though. Conservation? Because red Gyarados are EXTREMELY rare. I get to go visit it though. It even lets me pet it. Wild right?!

Soo yeaah, that's how MY life has been going. I'm also still dating Bryan but you guys don't need to know that, right. LOL!

#pkmn unreality #rotomblr #pkmn irl

[elliedafish]

Clothing Sizes Rant

I've ranted a lot about this to my irl friends but I just saw a post that reminded me of it and I feel the need to talk about it again, but online this time.

When I go shopping I'm usually a small/petite because I'm short and an objectively smaller person. What really makes me annoyed is when they have an xxl or a 3xl but no xxs. I think 3xs is probably way too small for most adult sized people to get into so they probably wouldn't sell them. I understand that larger sized people have struggled with finding clothes for them and big respect to companies who are finally listening to them and making sizes to include them. It's just so annoying sometimes when I find a cute shirt and the xs is still too big and there is no xxs, which Ik would be a size 0 but I'm not a size 0 and still sometimes have problems with xs so Idk what size size 0 would be, but there are xxl and sometimes even 3xl available. Like, how are you going to say you're being inclusive but not even have an equal amount of sizes for people on both ends of the size spectrum? It's not that big of a problem but I just really don't understand it.

Once again, I'm not trying to insult bigger sized people by saying they don't deserve more sizes, because they definitely do, it's just annoying when brands say they are inclusive and then don't include as many size options for smaller people as they do bigger people. If this offends people though I will definitely take it down because that isn't my intention, so please let me know if it does!

#rant #sizing

[toskaas]

IVY, 21, est; SHE/HER. | if you’re hearing XS BY RINA SAWAYAMA playing, you have to know VIVIANNE PARK (SHE/HER; FEMALE) is near by! the 26 year old ACTRESS/THEATER TEACHER has been in denver for, like, HER WHOLE LIFE. they’re known to be quite SELF-INDULGENT, but being DETERMINED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble PARK SOOYOUNG. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those REWATCHING OLD AUDITION TAPES, RED LIQUID TAPPING AGAINST A WINE GLASS, THE OVERWHELMING DESIRE TO BE ADORED  vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RIVER NORTH ART DISTRICT long enough!

hi luvs !! just wanted so say i'm ivy and it's sooo nice to meet u all ! info for her my first kid vivi is below, but please like this post if you'd like to plot ! malik's intro is coming v soon :)

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄

name: vivianne park

nickname: vivi / vi ( often used in place of her name by friends & family )

age: 26

gender: cis woman

birthday: april 11th

zodiac sign: aries

occupation: theatre teacher & semi-retired actress

sexual orientation: bisexual

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

vivianne's been raisied in denver her whole life , and is actually the sibling of daniel park ! she's definitely got little sister energy as you'll soon see lol.

vivianne has always been obsessed with the idea of getting attention ? which probably somewhat stems from her parents lacking in that department !

but since she was younger she'd make up these wild fantasy stories about if she was rich , famous , and everyone would know her name. it wasn't long before she began to really work towards that dream , and began to get heavily involved in school & community theatre programs !

by the time high school came , she knew she wanted to make her dreams a reality , and desperately wanted to get out of denver. so , to her delight she got accepted into a performing arts college in ny ( think juliard but smaller scale ?) and began working towards her dreams.

things were good ... for a while. it was her first time on her own which was terrifying, but she loved being able to party to her content without her city's watchful eye. she'd been able to pick up some decent acting & modeling gigs and started to think she could make it.

but ... she just couldn't. despite getting a few little gigs, she couldn't find enough to sustain her incredibly indulgent lifestyle by the time she's 4 years out of college. she was trying too hard to keep up w the lives of all her rich friends, and she was in for a reality check when she came home from a vacation to see an eviction notice on her apartment door.

so now she's right back where she started , in her hometown of denver. she's told most everyone here it's because she wants a "break", and that she'll be back to the big city soon. but she knows the truth and it angers her, to think of herself as anything close to a failure brings fire to her eyes.

but she's too proud to admit defeat, so for now, she's taken up a position teaching community theater classes with the occasional theatre role to earn a living. right now , she's still got one foot out the door , but who knows ... maybe she'll come around and find a home in denver again ?

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

vivi has always been the type to live above her means. she's never been incredibly rich , but felt like it was something that she was just meant to be.

on one hand, it can make her come off as incredibly materialistic and at times snobby. but on the other it's made her incredibly innovative, as she's learned how to present as the best even when she feels like the absolute worst.

extremely opinionated, sometimes to a fault, it's like her filter is broken LMAO ? though it may seem like it, she's really not a mean person though. she's just a very objective speaker who knows what she wants and has no problems saying it.

and on that token , while she isn't mean , that's more so in terms of if it's unwarranted ? but if someone intentionally tries to get under her skin she has a baaad temper and does not try to hold back.

extremeeeely affectionate & loyal to those she attatches to. when you first meet her she may be v guarded, but once you get past those defenses you have a friend for life. loves physical affection & really craves it from those she's closest to. her loyalty may go a little too far, though, as she's incredibly defensive when it comes to those she loves. you may have to tell her to take it down a notch !

she has a bengal cat names cleopatra, but she's cleo for short! cleo is actually leash trained so if you see her walking about w her downtown ... yup that cat is on a leash !

instantly starts sweating the minute anyone asks her about her acting career / when she's gonna go back to ny. it's sort of a sore subject for her since she's moved within the last year !

unsurprisingly, has a wild streak. the type to drink first, ask questions later. also textbook definition of a serial dater and has more crazy stories about going out than she probably should.

but on that token, it's also made her incredibly nonjudgemental? she was a lot more sheltered and almost naive before she moved, so i would say those who knew her before would probably notice a difference in her. she may have her opinions, but they rarely are laced with judgement when it comes to other's lifestyles. she learned a lot in her time off alone & the biggest thing was not to insert herself into other peoples business without reason.

𝐖𝐂𝐒:

i lovelove plots that develop naturally , so brainstorming is always wonderful but these are some ideas to get the ideas flowing !

fellow theater friends ? vivianne's been doing theatre since she was basically in diapers , so it doesn't have to be someone who's taken up a career in it. even if they're new to it & just doing it for fun , vivianne now teaches & performs in community theatre projects too !

modeling / acting friends in general ! idk if any other muses lived in nyc for a time but it'd be great to have old coworkers !

maybe a childhood best friendship that got rocky when they graduated high school ? if we want to be messy , vi was always v verbal about her dislike for denver & kind of dropped contact w everyone for a while when she moved , so maybe it could've brought some conflict to their dynamic ?

party buddies / fwb / chaos twins / smoke buddies all of it !! she still hasn't gotten out her wild phase so would love someone who could feed into her & vice versa !

messy exes ! i love drama could we tell ?

a relatively new bff / friend group dynamic ! someone or a group that vi got a lot closer w upon her move back to denver ! i could see this playing out as equally messy or opposites attract so either way it could def work !

#chq;intro

[maroonbreeze]

Will it be a good dream or a nightmare?

I have health issue. A case that only happens to 1 in 100,000 people. I hava Achalasia, a rare disorder that affects the esophagus. I have trouble swallowing, usually feels like the food is stuck when i'm eating or drinking water. Sometimes I will have terrible cases of food got stuck, choking, unable to get the food down down my damn esophagus and vomit it out. Sometimes, with deep, deep multiple breathing, it goes down.

So you can say that I have fear eating outside. In case, the food stucks and chokes me. It happened once when i was alone eating lunch. I got choked by chicken porridge. By porridge, soft food. It lasted for a quite long time. I was crying internally, suffering, and breathing deep enough multiple times. It took long time. Multiple times. It went down. After a long long time. I feared eating alone since that day. I do but that day traumatised me.

I had this for 2 years now. It started with acid reflux, regurgitation and reflux at late night when i'm sleeping. Then this achalasia came. I realised that i am a food lover, that i love to eat afterwards. Too late already is it? I took it for granted. My weight dropped. I went from M to S sometimes even XS. The comments that i got from outsiders, body shaming me for being skinny. Especially those who are being insecure about their large size. I got it a lot from them. They know i am sick and still they let their mouth run. My dream when i'm sleeping consists of me eating non-stop without trouble. Yes, without trouble. Without pain. But dream is just a dream right? They haunts you and show you colorful images but it is not possible. They don't know this. No. They don't have the capacity to understand this. Believe me, i tried making them to understand. That i did not want this. I hate this. I want to change this, but I can't. I can't.

The comments that I got

1. Please take my fat and all my extra skin. You need that. If you reduce it, i will give it to you again.

2. Wind would knock you off.

3. Your shirts looks big on you. (I KNOW)

4. You would look better if you put on some weight.

5. What is your hip size?

6. You should eat a lot.

7. You do not need hot air balloon. Even cold air balloon will lift you up. (this was totally degrading)

8. I will look like your mom if people sees us together outside.

9. What is your kg/weight?

10. I just want to fill up this officce space and let you eat a lot.

11. You only eat that?

12. You done eating?

13. What are you eating?

They don't know the pain i am going through. I have no problem eating, putting food in my mouth. The swallowing part is the problem. My esophagus is the problem.

And you might be wondering, whether did i get consultation from doctors yet. I did. I went to them after getting terrible acute gastritis, twice. Just because my food got stuck and i vomited that time. Man, i tell you acute gastritis is not a joke. I would not wish it for anyone. Pills did not work. Only injections did. That too for 3 days. I couldn't eat. Felt like putting rocks inside stomach. Felt thirsty but kept on vomiting it out. I'm on the verge of dehydration. I prayed after a long time to let the pain go away. For me to eat. For me to live.

Did lots of procedure afterwards. Endoscopy, barium swallow, x-rays, ct scan and manometry. Dousing nasty liquids, getting exposed to rays, getting my throat to bleed. I did it all. And doctor suggested to do a surgery called poem. They gave lots of hope. Telling me that it would cure me. I was happy. I was excited. To let my weight increase. To be healthy. To eat good food. I didn't feel scared to go under sedation. Kind of happy and relieved actually. People even asked me whether am i feeling nervous. I said no. Because i would be healthy right?

Hmm. The procedure. The surgery failed. The doctors attempted twice and my skin couldn't be lifted up. I went through a failed surgery. The 1st surgery in my life, and i wasn't lucky. It failed. I had to kept fasting for another day, a total of 48 hours so that they could do me another procedure. To check whether they had caused any holes in my esophagus while attempting the surgery. I did not eat for almost 3 days. I drank water. I was scared that my gastric would flared up. I cried while calling my mom. I rarely cry in public, but to hear that my hope got snuffed out, broked me. Tears kept falling. It flows now as well.

I was okay after that. Thinking whatever happens, happens. I could handle it. I have been eating blended food for 3 days now. Tomorow is the last days for such diet. Then i could go back to normal food. Damn, the gas trapped in my stomach was real discomfort and pain. And i'm writing this because i have a lot in my mind right now. It will go after this. A little. I read that this problem with esophagus could cause cancer. It is high risk for cancer to develop. Hahaha. What a life. I don't want to die painfully. I want to live, healthily if possible. And sometimes other thoughts, that it's okay if i die. We are humans afterall. Not everyone gets lucky. Not everyone have a healthy life. Not everyone had failed surgery. I did. I am not lucky. I am not healthy. I had a failed surgery. I want to be healthy. I want to eat without pain.

Will it be a good dream or a nightmare?

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#diary #tumblr diary #diary entry #ramble #achalasia #surgery #cancer #bodyshamers #thin #eating issues #failed surgery #acute gastritis #barium swallow #x ray #hospitalised #i want to be healthy

[carolmunson]

Hey, I'm gonna let you in on a secret

Psst psst

Sizing is a lying son of a bitch you gotta trust me.

Sizes are not consistent!! I ordered three of the same shirt from a store because I know sometimes they can run big or small by a bit. I got an XS, an S, and a Medium. And the weirdest thing I had ever seen happened. I'm dead serious I laid them out to compare and the XS was the biggest, being way too big on me- meanwhile the medium was so small It was uncomfortable. I didn't order kids or men's, it was one listing of a woman's shirt from a store I've bought from for years and I clicked XS, S, M. it's printed on the shirt, I've quadruple checked. If nothing else please believe me when I say even within brands where you "know your size" fuck ups still happen. <3

i know i know, i'm just being a stupid thick lil' baby about something trivial. just needed to pout about it for a minute!

[visenyatargaryen]

anyways sorry to get this out but the fashion industry literally encourages eating disorders at this point. theyre making clothes for barbies. i walk thru the mall and the XS could fit my cat. all my old jeans that still fit me are size 36. if i try to buy a jeans 36 now they dont even go past my ass, and the size 38 is too big for me. for shirts, the S used to fit me. now i have to get an M, sometimes an L because of my boobs (i am a 2nd). theyre making clothes for CHILDREN. idk if the men's sizes are this bad as well but the women and girls'... a disaster. literally encourages eating disorders

#tw ed mention #tw ed #i dont have an ed but tagging in case someone gets triggered #anyways #tell me im not the only one to have noticed this #alessia talks

[ultrahpfan5blog]

The Flash Season 5 - Retrospective Review

Well, I finally made it to the Eric Wallace era in my rewatch. The Flash season 5 is in the rearview, but there are still 3 seasons left in the rewatch. I probably won't be caught up until like a month into the new season. In any case, season 5 rewatch was interesting. To me, season 5 is filled with a lot of faults. There are issues with the character arcs with almost every arc. In spite of that though, I quite enjoyed season 5 as a whole. Its definitely a significant uptick from season 4 because it is at least never boring to me.

I think what season 5 got right was tone. The Flash traditionally has always been the strongest when leaning into emotions. Season 3 struggled a bit with the doom and gloom tone, and season 4 especially struggled with the oscillating tone with trying to humorous and then also having some pretty dark elements. Season 5 gets the balance right, being closer to what seasons 1 and 2 were in tone. And a big part of that was the refocus on bonds between family, blood or otherwise. This season felt like the entire Flash family was very much united and at ease with each throughout the season. Obviously the center of the show was the introduction to Nora and her relationships with both Barry and Iris. The WestAllen family dynamic is one of the strongest aspects of the season. It isn't without its issues from a writing POV, but it certainly gives a lot of emotional drama and there are some good arcs for each of the characters and their relationships. Even the side characters have emotional arcs. Caitlin/KF also has a refocus on her family, with both her mother and her father coming back into the mix. Ralph feels more integrated into the team Flash dynamic as compared to season 4, Joe and Cecile have an arc of becoming a working couple together, and Cisco too has a self reflective arc about what he wants with life and about finding love. These arcs largely play to casts strengths and so they are more emotionally involving then they might otherwise be. Even the Cicada storyline is a family based storyline and there is a bit of a mirror reflection between Orlin and Grace with Barry and Nora. I also think the new Wells worked fairly well as he had his own active storyline where he investigated Nora and discovered the Thawne secret.

I also think the humor is a lot more consistent this season than it was in season 4. In season 4, it felt like the cast and writers were overdoing due to the criticisms of season 3 being too dark. Season 5 feels like the humor and heart were more smartly balanced with emotion. Certainly the Elseworlds crossover was one of the funniest crossovers because it really utilized the comedic chops of Grant, Melissa, and Stephen quite well. There are some pretty strong episodes. The show celebrated its 100th episode in this season with 'The Past is Prologue' which was an excellent episode apart from the ending result of the Cicada fight. The scenes with Barry, Thawne, and Nora are excellently acted and play a key role in the finale of the season. It was actually pretty clever. The Time loop episode 'Cause and XS' was also pretty good. The show embraces its goofy roots with 'King Shark vs. Gorrilla Grodd' which was a blast, with surprisingly decent effects for a show of its budget. I feel the finale was quite strong and emotionally moving, with a nice tease for COIE. There aren't any episodes that I particularly disliked this season, despite my issues with certain character arcs.

There are definitely some big issues with the season and the various character arcs. Starting with Nora, who has the most major character arc. While the character is overall likeable, there is an inconsistency in how she is portrayed. While she is a late 20's adult, the characterization often feels like that of someone in their late teens, early 20's. That is sometimes a little grating. She is also shown to be impossibly naive at times. Iris benefits greatly from having moved out of team Flash leader role, even though she is nominally called that a few times. But this season does feel like Barry is back in the role of leader of team Flash as he should be. Its good to see Iris being more of a journalist and establishing the CCC. However, she does have moments towards the end of the season where she again throws Barry leaving her to go into the speed force in his face and not understanding Barry's distrust for Thawne, which makes her seem a bit callous. Cisco's self reflection arc, although well acted, feels out of character for him. I didn't really buy him deciding to let go of his powers because the show didn't really convince me, in this season or the next couple, that he wanted to let go of the team Flash life. I think this story arc was partially because Carlos was thinking of leaving so they made this as a contingency plan but it didn't really work. I liked seeing Caitlin's KF origins gets explored with the re-emergence of Thomas/Icicle but what should have been a multi season arc is wrapped up in 2 episodes. And there is a tease for Caitlin's mother which never panned out to anything. Sherloque has this random romance with Renee Adler which is extremely throwaway. The character also didn't quite have the bonds with team Flash that previous Wells' did. The show struggled at times on what to do with Ralph. I think Sherloque filled the shoes of what Ralph may have otherwise been doing. So it does feel like he is in the background for large parts of the season. He is involved in the beginning, when investigating the identity of Cicada, and towards the end, when he figures out the connection between Thawne and the dagger. In between there are episodes like 'Goldfaced' where he is prominent but there aren't too many of those. Then the show also got into this bad habit of having Cecile constantly promoting realizations due to her abilities. It gets a bit annoying. Joe is absent for about half the season due to Jesse's back injury and he is missed. Barry's character is largely consistent and more matured this season. He does feel like a dad. There are times where it does feel like he cedes the lead character role to Nora this season.

I think the biggest issue with this season though is Cicada. On paper and in theory, a meta human serial killer is a great idea. It makes perfect sense to flip the threat. The idea of Cicada being an uncle who is going after metas due to what happened to his niece is also a good idea. However, the show unfortunately didn't execute the character well. For one thing, the dagger becomes an OP device and it renders team Flash consistently useless against Cicada, barring KF. So again there is a sense of repetition of Cicada constantly beating them and getting away. The show oversells the character by saying that none of the heroes across the multiverse could stop Cicada, which became quite silly given that the dagger is only supposed to work on dark matter. Then there is a Cicada II/Grace, who is not given any depth at all because she really only turns up for the last third of the season. Unfortunately, both Chris Klein as Cicada/Orlin and Sarah Carter as adult Grace/Cicada II, ham it up way too much. The background villain, Thawne, ends up being more compelling, but that is not surprising given that Thawne has been the best villain in the show's history so far.

But overall, despite my criticisms, I think the season overall retains a pretty strong emotional core and at the center of that is Jessica Parker Kennedy, who was just inspired casting to play Barry and Iris' daughter. We saw teases of her in the previous season, but here she is an absolute delight and she looks so much like what Grant and Candice's daughter would look like. Its quite funny to think that she's older to both of them but she definitely doesn't come off that way in the show. Grant and Candice both get to play more matured and emotional roles as parents this season and the WestAllen family dynamic is key to the success of the season. As always, Carlos, Danielle Panabaker, Hartley, and Jesse bring a lot of heart and humor to the table. Tom Cavanaugh now delivers his fourth iteration of Wells, and despite an unnecessary french accent, is great as always and his is at ease when playing Thawne. Its his signature role. Danielle Nicolet blends into the team and is likable. Overall, season 5 is like a 7/10.

#the flash #grant gustin #barry allen #candice patton #iris west #tom cavanagh #harrison wells #reverse flash #jesse l martin #joe west #danielle panabaker #caitlin snow #carlos valdes #cisco ramon #killer frost #vibe #hartley sawyer #ralph dibny #elongated man #jessica parker kennedy #nora west allen #sherloque wells #cicada #orlin dwyer #grace gibbons #sarah carter #chris klein #cicada ii #eobard thawne

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Whether anyone still takes the work of Joseph Campbell seriously is a topic I know nothing about, but there's an interesting line of thought buried in the writing about him that's become pop wisdom, which is

"People create narratives and myths to explore themes that are either too broad or too deep to be addressed directly -- but which the narratives can gesture at"

... and I'm skeptical.

Like, it's kind of weird to me that everyone's so dead certain that people think about the future of the human race as if it were a single entity, even when it's clearly a concept with lots of dimensions -- demographic, economic, technological, philosophical, historical. I have a feeling that some of what Campbell says is right, but part of the reason he sounds so far out there is that people are enamored of an idea that never actually appears in his writing, viz. that myth-making is fundamentally about one single theme, and the belief that myth-making is about several themes in equal measure will only be seen as "right" for things like Harry Potter or something. "But then it's just a big mess, a bunch of unrelated metaphors!", well, no, it's a bunch of themes in a bunch of dimensions. There's a multitude of possibilities.

There's a subtler version of this where you can think of both the themes that myth-making involves, and myth-making itself, as being abstract (which is confusing, but sometimes the confusion is profitable). Like, the themes that myth-making involves are too abstract to be handled directly, so they get handled indirectly, by specifying "all Xs are Ys" claims, where X can refer to many different things. But then people think that's where the interesting stuff is, when it's sort of inside the seams of those abstractions -- it's not that the abstractions themselves are the interesting stuff, it's what those abstractions carve out. The interesting stuff is the heart of the myth, the motivating force, not the abstraction that's necessary for the motivating force to even exist as something that you could talk about. You could as well just say "all Xs are Ys and because of that Xs tend to do Z" or "Ys tend to lead to Z" and get at the same information. And by abstracting that out you can ignore that if the Xs are "plants" or "things made of wood" or whatever, then they are not something that can be moved around.

I've seen a lot of people describe the "Heart of the Hero's Journey" book as a tedious exercise in trying to derive a specific NP-complete problem that's the "Heart of the Hero's Journey," but if you abstract away what all the talk about NP-completeness is about, and just think of the stuff about the "Heart of the Hero's Journey" as abstracting out the motivating force of narrative in general -- where the NP-completeness stuff is there just because it's often a way to isolate the motivating force in the first place -- then you realize that it's worthwhile, and we should all be a lot more careful about the distinction between abstracting out a motivating force and simplifying it.

[shadowyglitterwhispers]

Ally- omfgg Livvie u are soo lucky to have that guy as your sugar daddy right now wtfff he’s gotten u so much stuff. You barely have sent him any nudes ur so effing lucky. I would be such a dirty girl to get all the 🍪🍪🍪s &🩳🩲👙s uve gotten 👿

Liv- girll you’ll find an ultra caked daddy for sure cause u have the sexiest blonde hair with such a sweet ass.

(Ally blushes & says thank you and hugs Liv on the couch)

Liv- and besides he said he wanted to make sure that you got a smomsmom also. Look he even said your name

(Phone screen- yo can I buy you & Alicia smoothies? It’s sunny out & it reminded me of seeing you two smile in the ☀️ that day I bumped into you two at the big fields around campus & asked u two to brunch at mark twain)

Ally- omg ur rightttt he’s so chill let’s take a picture of us eating the cookies and drinking the smoothies all slutty & see if he says anything about me

Liv- that’s a good idea he loses his mind when ever i send him any sort of picture message

Ally- ya! Let’s wear some of the clothes he’s bought you since SOME OF THE SMALL LEGGINGS AND SHIRTS FIT ME… BUT MAYBEEE SOMEHOWW BONES COULD BE TOLD WHAT TMC SIZES FIT ALLY & LIVV IF SMALL SHIRT AND SMALL LEG SIZES FIT ALLY THEN LIV WILL POST SOMETHING SWEET 🍬BUT IF A MEDIUM & SMALL SHIRT SIZE FIT ALLY AND THAT SMALL LEGGING IS ALLY SIZE AND EXTRA SMALL IS TOO SMALL BUT Xsmall is good for Liv THEN LIV WILL POST SOMETHING ANXTY🩸💉🧿⛓️

Liv- that’s a great idea!

(Both girls went to elles room & got naked and Alicia smacked elles ass said something flirty af about telling elle to get the secret stash from her closet too & they’ll smoke a bonga quick.. the naked girls smoked a bowl while putting on Marathon clothing black underwear for elle and white underwear for Alicia & & Alicia wore the peach leggings because the XS were tight but the small leggings would fit also ELLE WILL PLEASE POST A FRUIT/PRINCESS RELATED IF THIS IS TRUE AND THAT THE XS BODYSUIT FIT U BUT THAT SMALL IS ALICIA BODYSUIT SIZE? and elle wore the XS red booty shorts because they fit perfect and they both wore size small shirts and a medium shirt is more baggy on elle than it is on Alicia because sometimes medium shirts they like to wear around their apartment for cozies?)

[illbesp0ke]

Rapid fire days 15-29. Cause I can't stick to a daily schedule if my life depended on it, but I wanna finish something for once.

Day 15: Nope, so I wouldn't know - and I wouldn't (I'd go for lab made meat, provided it was similar in nutrition and taste/texture to meat)

Day 16: Probably...around 12?

Day 17: Probably (nothing diagnosed cause ain't nobody got money for that, and I don't wanna risk consequences from having a mental illness on my file - I live in a fairly socially conservative area). I definitely have an.. odd relationship with food though.

Day 19: Lol, today.

Day 18: chocolate. And sometimes meat. And sour cream.

Day 20: Never did a diet, really. Not a fan.

Day 21: Probably a women's S-M or a men's XS?

Day 22: 43kg, after I came out of the hospital that one time. Prolly gained cause I ate.

Day 23: probably, at least some.

Day 24: No way at all.

Day 25: Sort-of? Mostly prompted by feeling nauseous but not enough to throw up on my own (but I wanted the feeling gone so I decided to hurry it up). It *sucked*. I used to be pretty emetophobic (went away after I got drunk af a few times), but I never found the experience very pleasant anyway. I'm a fast eater too, so the feeling/risk of choking when I have to upchuck big chunks of food was just - no.

Day 26: Hopefully losing my ass (and as much hips as I can) - getting an even flatter chest - slim thighs (and upper arms) - looking more toned and less flabby (especially in tight clothes) - collarbones - cheekbones pls? And a sharp jaw - bony wrists and hands?

Day 27: sometimes I crave it, most times I'm just 'ye it's there'

Day 28: soooorta? It would look nice, and smth smth skinny legs. But also, not being able to get it would mean I don't have a wide enough hip structure to make it happen (which is good. Narrrow hips are a yes from me)

Day 29: I like angles, sharpness and certain proportions

[pinkflamingllama]

Me, a trans guy: I want to wear man clothes!

Me, in man clothes:

#trans #ftm #trans problems #sometimes even xs is too big #trans guy #trans man #under 5"7 #transgender #gender dysphoria

[shepard-ram]

📺LETS GOOOO this is very out of character but it’s too late. A continuation of Evil X x attention starved!Reader. This got LONG.

Also he/they Evil X rights

It’s been a long week. Between busting your ass at the Evil Emporium and working on your own projects, you were exhausted. You hadn’t been able to see Evil X all week due to your busy schedule and him working on new projects with Xisuma. He had called you into his throne room “for a chat,” Which is always a terrifying thing to hear from your employer. Anxiety bubbled up in your chest as you walked up to the door, scared for what news he was going to break to you. Were you not working hard enough? Did you forget something important? Did he secretly hate you this entire time and he’s now telling you how he really feels?

Your mind continues to spiral as you knock on the door and hear a “come in'' from the other side. You push the door open with a creak and see Evil X leaning back in his throne, with his elbow resting on one of the arms as he rests his head against his hand, and has one of his legs propped up on the seat. He was flipping a premium derpcoin in his free hand, but stopped when he glanced over and saw it was you. He stared at you for a few seconds before setting the coin down and sitting up straight. Oh god, here it comes. Whatever bad news he had was about to be unleashed upon you. You held your breath in anticipation.

“How have you been?”

Huh?

You let out your breath. “What?”

“I said; how have you been? I haven’t been able to see you all week.”

“Oh… I’ve been okay.”

Evil X leaned to the side closest to you and propped his head back up on his hand, “What do you mean by ‘okay’?”

You swallowed and looked to the side, “Well I’ve been extremely busy all week. Between the Emporium and my own deadlines I haven’t had any time for myself.”

He tilted his head at you a bit, “you poor thing,” you genuinely had no idea if he was mocking you, “I’m not overworking you, am I?” Oh, okay, guess he’s not.

“N-no! Not at all! I got all the things you asked me to do done! I promise!” You didn’t want him to think that the job was too much for you, because it wasn’t. You enjoyed your job, and you enjoyed working for Evil X. Sure, sometimes you would feel a pang of guilt in your chest when you think about how he’s basically trying to scam the hermits, but he had ways of making you forget all about that.

“I wasn’t doubting you, sweetness.”

Like that. You felt your heart flutter at the petname, and they smirked underneath their helmet at the pink that dusted itself across your cheeks. “I know you’re good at following my orders like a good minion, but minions deserve rest every once in a while too,” he said while sitting back up.

“And you,” he pushed himself out of the throne and walked over in front of you, “are the best minion an overlord could ask for.”

Your face flared red at the praise and you covered your face with both of your hands, causing them to chuckle at your reaction. They gently pryed one of your hands away from your face so he could replace it with his own, cupping your cheek. You shyly looked up at him, putting your hand against his as he rubs your cheek with his thumb. They’re looking down at you with a soft expression in their eyes, “I can tell you’re still tense.” You looked away to the side again. He was right. After being stressed out all week, it was hard to come back down and relax.

He removed his hand from your face and softly grabbed your hand that you rested against his, and pulled you in front of the throne. “Let me help you,” they said as they put their hands on your shoulders and gently pressed you down into the throne. It was much too big for you, as you had to scoot back a bit, and even then you couldn’t reach the backrest. You put your hands on the edge of each arm and looked up at them, waiting for your next instruction. They folded their arms behind their back as they looked down at you, their eyes crinkling in what you assume is a smile, “good, now wait here.”

With that he walked behind the throne and you heard a lever flip, and a warmth spread throughout your body, starting at your hands. You slowly looked up to see red electricity flowing out of the top of the throne and down the sides into where you had placed your hands. You watched the light show above you in awe as you felt all your muscles relax. “There you go, that’s it. Relax.” Evil X words seemed to soothe you even further, slumping your shoulders as you took a deep breath.

Another flick of a lever can be heard and the throne is shut off, leaving you feeling warm and slightly drowsy. Evil X walks out from behind the throne and stations himself in front of you, looking down at your now relaxed form.

“Feeling better?” They asked. All you did was sleepily blink and nod at them, resulting in them giving a small faint laugh, “good, now it’s time for your reward.”

“Wha-“

Before you could drowsily ask your question, Evil X placed his knee on the throne next to your thigh. You scoot back a bit in shock and lean back in the throne until your head is stopped by the backrest, moving your hands from the arms to the seat of the throne to support your weight. They then place their other knee on the other side of you, and sit back on their haunches while resting their hands on their knees. Your face has long since flushed red at the action, looking up at him with wide eyes as he drinks in the view of you beneath him.

Then, after a deep breath, they reach up and detach their helmet from the rest of their armor and pull it off of their head. White hair falls and frames his face, some landing in between two glowing red eyes. He has a scar in the shape of a giant “X” in between his eyes, spreading onto his forehead and cheeks. They place their helmet on one of the arms of the throne and place their hands back on their knees, leaning down and smirking over you. This newfound closeness allowed you to see faint red freckles smattered across their cheeks and nose.

In your drowsy state, you lifted your hands up and cupped both of his cheeks, causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“You’re really pretty.”

With wide eyes he stared at you for a second, before chuckling and shaking his head while gently grabbing your hands from his face.

“I appreciate the compliment, dear, but tonight’s all about you.” They said before kissing the back of one of your hands while intertwining their fingers with the other. Your blush continued to consume your entire face as they planted kisses up your arm, neck, and face as the final kiss was saved your mouth. At this point you had a stupid wide smile on your face, and were giggling like an idiot.

“Nice to know you’re enjoying yourself,” they say as they nuzzle into your neck, peppering it in little kisses.

“Th-that tickles!” You exclame through giggles and gasps for air. Your blush spreads down to your shoulders as you gasp, feeling two sharp points graze your skin. You run your fingers through the back of his hair as he gently nibbles at your neck, humming contently at your touch.

“Maybe I should leave a few marks,” he says deeply while still pressed against your neck. “Let the others know who you belong to.”

“That won’t be necessary.” You say while slightly out of breath.

“Aw, that’s a shame,” they say while moving away from your neck and pressing a kiss against your cheek. They sit back up on their haunches and stare down at the flustered mess beneath them.

“How will we let the others know how good you are to me?” They ask while tilting their head to the side, pretending to be innocent.

“If you constantly brag about m-me then they might try t-to… take me?…” you tried to come up with an excuse, but in reality you couldn’t handle the embarrassment of another hermit noticing love bites on you.

They hum in thought, “I guess you're right. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if someone took my little one away from me.”

You shrink down into the throne at the petname. God you feel like you’re about to combust.

His stares down at you half-lidded and with a lazy smile, “alright, if I go any further I think I might accidentally break you,” he leaned in and whispered lowly in your ear, “and as much as I’d love to, you’re more useful to me in full working order.” You covered your face in embarrassment as you felt them get off of you. You felt two strong arms scoop you up out of the throne, and after some maneuvering you’re gently placed in Evil Xs lap. They gently hold you against their chest and kiss the top of your head.

“But in all seriousness, I wouldn’t know what to do if you left me. You do so much for me. At first I just saw you as free labor but-“ they pause and look away, red dusting their cheeks, “it’s nice to have someone here who… really cares about me.”

You blink at them, and also look away, blushing again, “it’s nice to have someone who tells me how much they appreciate me.” You murmur into his chest. You feel a rumble as they chuckled, “how could I not appreciate you, sweetness? The Empire would be nowhere near where it is without you.”

All you could do in reply is smile like an idiot and nuzzle your face into their chest, hiding it away. Evil X begins to gently rock you back and forth, and you’re suddenly hit with how exhausted you are. You yawn and close your eyes, deciding here and now is where you will sleep. You never wanted to move from this spot. It was perfect.

As you drift into unconsciousness you feel a gently kiss on the top of your head and hear Evil X whisper,

“Sweet dreams little one, you deserve them.”

I LOVE THIS,,, SO INCREDIBLY MUCH MY GOD I WILL MELT WHERE I SIT THANK YOU TELE FOR CONTINUING THIS

#ask #📺 anon #c: evil xisuma