#shes the squishy type of muscular

[honestsycrets]

starved | [miguel o'hara x reader]

❛ pairing | new papi!miguel x new mami!reader

❛ type | oneshot: explicit content

❛ summary | peter says he's sex-starved. he isn't. he's just... adjusting to less time with his wife.

❛ tags | breastfeeding miguel, lactation kink, slight pregnancy kink, touch starved, pissy miguel, spanish is not translated, mention of violence, some cursing, f!reader.

❛ sy’s notes | written as per poll request! thank you everyone who voted.

Miguel likes to work.

Or, he thinks he likes to work.

The fate of the multiverse and all that boring ass bullshit. Peter has heard it all, twice, thrice over. What he knows is what he sees. What he sees is an overworked man running through anomaly files, sending out orders, and not spending time where it really mattered.

“Is that who I think it is?” Peter’s annoying ass house slippers flapped over the ground by Miguel’s feet. Peter’s hands rubbed together, sparking little bursts of heat between his palms. “It is! Mireya!”

Mireya, the newest addition to his small family. She was nestled comfortably in the crook of one of Miguel’s muscular arms as if it were the safest place in the entire world, suckling on what was left of a bottle of breastmilk. Miguel turned to place the empty bottle down on his desk. Peter followed, peeping over Miguel’s arm at her. Despite Miguel’s reservations, her bright brown eyes bored Peter with interest. She cooed at him. “Can I hold her? Let me hold her, it’ll be great! Aw look, she has curls.”

“My daughter isn’t your doll.”

“Look how pretty, she’s just like her mami. All sunshine and dimples and--,” Peter reached forward, easing his scrawny hands under her plush little arms and picking her up. Miguel’s hands fell onto his hips, shifting weight from one foot to the other, glancing down at his feet expectantly. “You know, for a new dad, you’re grumpier than usual.”

“Peter.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he bobbed back and forth, spinning in a circle. She giggled the kind of laugh that was all sugar, making Peter grin even harder. “I mean, wasn’t Mireya your idea? Are you-- y’know?”

“Y’know?”

“Sex starved,” Peter whispered like it was a great, terrible secret. As if in this vast space of silence, someone might catch his words and convict him because of them. Miguel’s half-lidded eyes slid against one another, held for a second, then spread open in an annoyed flick. He fluttered his gloved fingers at Peter to hand Mireya over.

“I’m just saying if you need a night alo--”

“I don’t. I’m not sex-starved.”

He waved him off. His eyes fell on his daughter, boring back up at him with those beautiful eyes he had waited so long to see. He shifted his weight from one leg to another, lulling her back into her late-night slumber, cradled against his chest.

Sex starved, he said. What a shocking joke.

His room was no place for a child. It was perpetually dark, dimmed for his sensitive eyes. So, at the end of the day, Miguel had your room to return to. A real home, one with more than a ratty run-down chair and a lifetime of regrets. A home that he couldn't make alone. Miguel pressed past the bedroom door where he found you overcome by sleep. Just like Mireya in his arms.

He turned his gaze down to Mireya once more, her soft and squishy body a vision of peace. Tiny fists balled up over her belly as she slept in her soft velvet onesie. The whole world in his hands: the start of a happy little family. Only right now, it didn’t feel so happy. Those were the cycles, the push and pull of life.

Tonight would prove to be another silent night with his thoughts. His chest swelled with a rush of air, bunching up his shoulders as he moved to the adjoining room to set Mireya into her warm crib. Torn from his warmth, her palms stretched out, ready to wail. Miguel placed his hand along the wooden rail, his stomach flopping into throbbing anxiety in his stomach. She could wake you up. "Shh," he set his finger in her tiny palm. Mireya’s small hands rested listlessly around her head. The wail never came.

“Mi vida,” your sleepy voice fell over his ears, a gentle caress. He longed to hear it from your lips again. “Is she already asleep?”

“Sí--” he glanced over his shoulder, catching just a sight of one of his favourite little slips. Dusty rose with delicate lace details. He studied the edge of the gown, flowing over your thick thighs as you walked. Shock.

“You look beautiful." You looked down at your soft belly, a mincing smile pulling at your lips. He knew you were nervous, the way your hands obscured your plush belly. Mesmerized, his finger fell away from Mireya's soft grip. Peter's words echoed in his mind, a deep annoyance. It made his skin crawl, this growing annoyance in the acknowledgment that he had no sex in weeks, months. He took a step forward.

“I hope she doesn’t sleep through the night. My breasts are full,” Your fingers skimmed the taut skin. The glint of your wedding band invited him forward as if… you should be his tonight. You were his wife-- and though he didn't expect you to give him relief, he missed you. Miguel dipped his head, stroking the sore muscles of his neck.

Are you, y'know, sex-starved?

“When does she ever..." he couldn't help from saying. He grazed his fingertips over the swollen skin of your breasts, glancing from the skin to your deep, shy eyes. His breath thinned, realizing that you were disengaging, too scared to look him in the eye.

“She does, Miggy,” you breathed. His jaw worked, annoyed. “Lately. You’d know if you came home at night.”

If it was lately, he had no knowledge of it. Every lab screen he pulled up, every status report from Lyla, and every silent night in the lab, obsessing over how his little girl was doing-- he missed it. He should be coming in more often, crossing the threshold of work to family life. His hand cupped the underside of your breast. You winced, embarrassment working on your face. You pushed his hand away, likely feeling exposed by his touch on your tender skin.

“Does it hurt?” He leaned down, mingling his smoky, musky scent with your delicate one. He leaned in to place a soft, open-mouthed kiss along your neck, the warm pulse of your skin against his plump lips.

“Miggy, you’ll wake her up.”

Your fingers laced in his before you pulled him out of the room with a click of the door. He settled his hand on the middle of the door, sliding his hand up your waist, the soft fabric crinkling over the movement. He glimpsed a look at your soft panties cupping your round ass. “Miggy, I… I can’t. I’m tired.”

Of course, you were tired-- He underestimated how much work you took on in her care. He willed the wisps of his desire to snuff out. The distant flicker of hope followed promptly after. Maybe, one day, you would want him again. It wasn't today.

“Ya veo,” he suppressed his frustrated growl, wrinkling his forehead. “Another time.”

It wasn't the next day. Or the one after that. Or the one after that.

The anomaly whirled along a cobblestone street, exploding in a cloud of dust and stone. Its many black dipped hands flickered, dulling into little more than a negligible tremor of their limbs. Everyone else noticed the complacency that came with loss of consciousness. Miguel did not.

Miguel sauntered forward, dragged it by its muddy boots out from the crumbly remnants of the wall, and whirled it into another. It wasn't moving. It was done, tired, exhausted. He didn't care, his large hand encompassing its tendril hair and smashing it over the dusty floor. A violent crack, crack, crack of its head scratched his inert need to destroy something, anything, anyone. It fell from his hands with a slump. Miguel spat a bit of blood to the side, his cheek chewed raw under the tension of the moment.

“You need to take Peter up on that offer.”

Miguel stretched his neck one way. Then the other.

“We’ve been over this,” Miguel grumbled, hiking the pummeled body over his shoulder. It gushed blood, streaming into a diluted pink with the downpour of rain. A simple contusion, Miguel said. It was just a contusion. And a concussion. Maybe a gash or two. It would heal if the thing woke up. “I don’t need help.”

“You thrashed it, whatever it was,” Jess said pointedly. Miguel’s finger ran across his watch. The air was stale without an acknowledgment of Miguel’s churning temper, growing into a churning tempest by the passing minute. He stared long and hard through his mask. She drew out the silence as she waited for his response.

“It’s a contusion.”

The portal whirled to life before them in a slurry of vivid color, an unforgiving abyss. Jess slumped her bike with weight on one thigh, hand on her belly. The longer Miguel stared at her, so full and pregnant, the more he was reminded of you. He pinched the bridge of his nose. There was no use-- he saw visages of you everywhere he looked.

“Doesn’t look like any head contusion I’ve seen,” Gwen slid into the portal. His lip curled, annoyed by the obvious objection to what he was saying. If they would let it go-- he could go on about his life, wait for this obsession with his sex life to abate. Wait for you to come back to him.

“You can’t keep taking out your—“

“I am not sex-starved!”

“Convincing.” Jess sped into the portal.

Miguel soothed the stress out of his forehead, opening and closing his palm, a current of energy coursing through his palms. They picked— and they picked— and they picked at him. At some point, he was bound to explode. He only hoped you wouldn't be in his way when it happened. He whipped the anomaly through the portal and followed after.

On the other side of the portal, there was Peter— again. Cooing with his hands on his daughter— again. His dark mask faded away, his suit wicking water off his frame. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he located you beside Jess and Gwen. You nudged its crumpled body with your shoe. He didn’t often feel ashamed of his actions. Usually, they were necessary. Something was wrong, your face pinched and curled in disgust. He felt the string of your disapproval pulling through his arms, a slight, incriminating tremor flickering through his finger. He willed it away.

“What did you do to this poor thing?” you turned to Jess, a click-click-click off your tongue. He’d hardly call it poor. “It’s overkill.”

“Girl, ask your husband,” Jess folded her arms, reclining on her bike.

“Mi Miggy?” you went to him. You leaned over, pecking his cheek with a terribly insulting kiss, tickling his jawline. He swallowed. Blinked. Then frowned and brushed off your fingers, finding the care misplaced. You could care for an anomaly but didn't care to ask him how he felt. What he needed. Your voice wilted that sunshine quality, dropping almost to a whisper. “¿Qué te pasa, Miggy?”

“Nothing.”

“Miguel--"

“I said nothing!” He knelt down, grasping its ankle and dragging it down the long, drab hall that stored a variety of anomalies. A line of blood soaked the floor, swerving after his rumbling steps. You took a step forward, snatching his wrist between your fingers. He whirled around, a tremble on his lips firmed out into an unforgiving glare. You let up the pressure on his wrist, allowing him to spin his hand free. “Déjame en paz! There is nothing shocking wrong!”

Mireya cried. So did you.

The admittance that Peter was right wasn’t one that Miguel was about to make openly.

Although he showed up that night, as you informally requested, the night proceeded awkwardly. There was no talk over dinner, not as he watched you feed his little girl, swaying by the window of the enormous city below. As you gazed into the sea of twinkling lights, Miguel came up behind you. His palms encompassed your slight shoulders, moist against your exposed shoulders. His naked chest grazed your back.

"Are you going to apologize?"

Why should he have to? If anyone listened to what he was saying-- he wouldn't be in this mess. Still, Miguel steeled his face. He placed a mincing kiss on the top of your head. His voice thinned out, barely a feather on his lips.

"I snapped."

"You did a lot more than that. You scared her."

You let him sit with his regret until you fell asleep. He debated returning to the lab or his room to try again tomorrow. But he knew his wife. You were attentive to everything that he did. You might take it as a sign of his disinterest. After minutes turned to hours, he breached the door and slid into your bed when he was sure you were asleep.

When his eyes coursed over your figure, he realized all he missed. It was too long since he felt the warmth of a real kiss. Not the brief pecks on his lips as he rushed out the door to help Jess or Gwen or any other number of spiders demanding his attention. He missed the warmth in your eyes, the way they turn into crescents with a happy smile or jaunty laugh. He longed for that sensation of your fingers combing through his hair, taking your time and curling his fluffy hair behind his ear, eyes trained on his alone in a sea of spiders. That… sensation of being the only one that you wanted.

Mireya was that for you now. He longed for it every time he came into the room, seeing you sway with his child in your arms, cradled against your breast, feeding her into a restful sleep. What he thought was a mere seed of jealousy turned out to be a terrible beast, tendrils of resentment that you can’t see what he needs. He needs you. And it isn’t his beautiful Mireya’s fault, no. It’s his.

Instead, he lay there with his palm wretched around his cock, soaked in the artificial lubricant, throbbing into his hand. He remembered his words that night. A begrudging -- Mami, give me a baby-- and how well you took him. Your body seemed to know what he wanted, swelling with his child after a few weeks. He buckled into his palm, cranking around the base and swirling up to his leaking tip, bubbling with his need. He circled his finger over the head, swiping the fluid away.

“What are you thinking about?”

Miguel paused, sweat crept down his thick throat over his broad chest. He shuddered under the weight of your silken words. His hand coiled around his cock in one more jerk, somehow accepting that he had been caught.

“Are you thinking about me? Or is there someone else?”

"Someone else?" he breathed. His lips dropped into a frown, agitation simmering to a boil. It cooled when you looked at him-- but really looked at him. The bed shifted under your weight, ruffling pillows aside. You hoisted your legs over his body, pushing his cock against your soft vulva and his stomach, breasts pushing into his face. So close that Miguel inhaled the uniquely sweet smell of your milk obscured by thin lace.

“Why would I have anyone else?” he asked, his chest distantly aching. His gaze tracked from one breast to the other. He stole a glimpse at your face, stricken with shyness. The slight pout of your lips, eyes refusing contact. “Do you even want me?”

Undoubtedly yes.

“You don’t come to see me. You don't fuck me. You don't even--"

"You're always tired."

"But you could wake me.”

“Could I? To deny me again?” It hadn’t meant to come out so passive-aggressive, but with the natural inflections in his voice, he knew you could read him like a book.

“Oh, papi," not that soft voice. He might hope again. "I always want you.“

Hmpf. Debatable.

“Even when you’re jerking off in my bed. Or couch.” You slid your pink tongue along your lower lip, guiding your body against his. The wet draw of your juices over his dick drew his sharp scarlet eyes to the sight, knocking your stiff clit with his dick. For a moment, his words failed. He should have known you would watch him.

“Is that why you're so... angry? Because of me?" He made a small noise, barely a huff. You drew his hands to your full breasts, obscured by a thin layer of fabric. This time, he smothered a groan in his chest. How pathetic, he thought, to be moaning from something as simple as your firm breasts back in his hands. What was he-- twelve? "Have I been neglecting you, Miguel O’Hara?”

“Yes-- you've neglected me,” he murmured, dragging the lace underneath each breast, knocked together by the straps of the fabric. He melded your breasts again between his hands, massaging the sore skin. His thumps flickered over your nipples, stiffening them into peaks. With a small pinch to your breasts, milk dribbled over his fingertips.

"I won't do it again," he wondered if you missed his touch by the full, grateful hum of your lips, your palms disappearing into his dark hair. You coursed along his dick again, eliciting another piteous noise of longing from his throat. "I promise."

“Hm," was the only agreement. "What a mess,” he teased, not bothering to look at you. It had the desired effect, your shoulders shyly bunching up, the cute pout of your lips, warmth in your cheeks, quivering eyes. He loved it when you looked so fucking shy, so vulnerable, and all for him. "You're leaking all over my hand."

“I’m-- sorry,” you flushed, “It… happens.”

“Mhm, you're full,” Miguel flicked his pink tongue along your stiff, fat nipple, drawing it into his mouth with a suckle. Sweet milk soothed his tongue. He hungrily drank it up, shifting his other hand back to angle his cock at the entrance of your core. A hand left his thick locks and jerked to his broad shoulder, stabilizing your hips down to sink onto him. Blood welled to the surface with your claws scratching piteously along his sunkissed skin. With a bit of resistance, he slid perfectly into your body, just like he always did. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips against your breast. It was somehow different-- the tug and stretch of his cock-- as he fucked the mother of his child. Maybe it was all in his head. “Shock, you’re gorgeous on my dick.”

“Miggy--”

He shifted to the other breast, his hands nearly stapled on your hips, encouraging you to do the work. Your warm milk slid into his mouth, down his starved throat. The pleasure of knowing he was draining you of your milk was tempered with the ever-present fact that soon, you’d have his spunk in your belly again. Your hips flushed, drawing around in quick circles, flushed with his pelvis. Small waves of pleasure grew in your belly. Your stiff clit glided against his skin, again, and again with the undulations of his hips. You felt pinned between his mouth and dick, restricted in movement, but all his, devoured by his need.

“Come here, mi hermosura,” Miguel released your breast from those lush lips, sliding his tongue along his lips to catch the remnants of your sweet milk. He slid down along the pillows, flushing your chest to his, and propped his legs slightly for a better angle. His muscular arms wound around your back, cock pumping into you with renewed vigor. He knocked against your cervix in this position, holding you fast and tight in his arms. You nestled against his sweaty chest, accepting his thrusts so well.

“Miggy-- I’m not-- on anything.”

“You're breastfeeding, close enough,” he mused in your ear as though it were a joke.

You might have argued with him if you weren’t so blinded by that fantastic juddering of his hips. As it were, pleasure rocked all thoughts of birth control out of your mind. Miggy, an ever-present lover, groaned as he held out through your orgasm milking and soaking his swollen dick in your cum. Not a moment later, Miguel forced a long stroke of his dick inside your cunt, reaching his climax buried deep in your tremoring walls. You squeezed him tight, milking him dry of his orgasm until it all faded into fuzzy pleasure. You sighed as his arms loosened, warm and full of Miguel after so long. His soft dick slipped free, cum oozing onto his thighs, but he couldn’t be bothered to deal with the mess.

He set a kiss on the top of your head, then your forehead, and eventually snatched your lips in a warm kiss. You could taste the sweetness of your milk on his tongue and flushed. Your head dropped down on his chest, listening for the gentle whining of your daughter. It was silent but for the intermingling of your heaving breaths.

After all the issues: the disappointment, the fighting with Peter and Jess, Miguel couldn’t help but chuckle. All it took was jerking off in your bed. He should have known-- you never did like to be left out on his fun. You were always a jealous lover, even at the threat of his own hand.

“Hm? Why are you laughing?”

“Peter said I was sex-starved."

“Well," you glistened a smile, kissing along his jaw. He huffed. "He wasn't wrong."

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[missmoonysweetluna]

what are the skellies' ideal body types? like what do they find the most attractive in a partner?

Just a disclaimer for this post! The skeletons are into all shapes and sizes, but these are just headcanons on what I think their favorites would be!

It's a bit suggestive, so it's also going under a cut.

Sans is into women with larger proportions. Stretch marks? Fine with him. Big stomach? More like extra pillow. Shape doesn't really matter to him, but he likes larger women for sure. As for face shape, he thinks that squishy cheeks are adorable. They're fun to mess with.

Papyrus' favorite shape is a strawberry shape! That would be broad shoulders, large chest, and smaller hips. He thinks it's nice to be held. Extra plus if she's muscular! With face details, he thinks that moles (although he refuses to call them anything but "beauty marks") are the highest sign of status and beauty! They're just so unique!

Blue is into hourglass figures, plain and simple. They're curvy. When it comes to faces, he likes round faces with big eyes. They just look so cute to him!

Stretch likes big thighs; that's the only part of the body that he actually pays much thought to on its own. If you ask him, he'll probably say that freckles are cutest to him (and who could blame him, honestly).

Red thinks that hourglass figures are great. There's just so much of the good stuff! He also likes big, pouty lips (and sinking his teeth into them).

Edge likes "flat" women with long, angular faces. He thinks they're dainty and beautiful, no matter what size they are.

Grimm, like Sans, is also a bit of a "chubby chaser". He views fat as a sign of beauty and being well-fed. If there's more to her stomach, that's even better--he's just glad she knows how to take care of herself. Just like his counterpart, he thinks that cheeks are the best part of the face.

Spooky is into pear shapes! Big thighs, wide hips. Like Red, he thinks that lips are beautiful and fun to bite.

#x reader #undertale #sans #papyrus #underswap #fanfiction #underfell #undertale x reader #papyrus x reader #sans x reader #ut sans #underfell sans #undertale sans #underswap sans #swap sans #fell sans #fell papyrus #underfell papyrus #swap papyrus #underswap papyrus #anon #anonymous #anon ask #body positive #body positivity #body acceptance #riri rambles <3

[marinebiologyshitposts]

Wiwaxia :)

Wiwaxia corrugata died today. She passed as a result of likely predation in the mid-Cambrian. Though many knew of W. corrugata, few truly knew her- the walls that she put up, or sclerites, served both to keep her muscular foot inside and to keep others out. Classified as an annelid mollusc annelid mollusc marine organism, she leaves behind her nieces and nephews, the annelids molluscs other assorted squishy sea creatures. Though she had a prickly exterior, W. corrugata is the type specimen of the phrase "the biggest surprises come in the smallest packages".

#cryptic clicks #original ghost

[mikasas-biggestwhore]

Attack on Titan characters and their butts ‼️‼️‼️‼️

This was a random conversation between me and a friend of mine and I decided that our opinions needed to be shared with the world!

Characters: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Sasha

Hope y’all enjoy 💜

Eren Yeager

— I’m sorry to the Eren fans but brotha is flatter then flat. Flatter then the floor type of flat-

— HE’S GOT A INVERTED BOOTY TYPE OF FLAT😭

— Like Eren doesn’t even have fat on his butt. It’s all completely just bone so you know that poor boy is in pain whenever he manages to fall on his ass

— If you smacked his ass aint shit gonna happen and your hand is just gonna hurt. Feels like you just smacked a rock bruh

— It gets worse guys

— Eren can’s throw it back to save his life.

— You might be like “What’s the point if he doesn’t have a ass?” Okay sure but even if you don’t got a ass it’s still nice to know how to throw it back

— ITS GETS EVEN WORSE.

— He’s tried but that poor boy is more lost then Dora the Explorer

— And before y’all start arguing the proof is all in that once scene where Eren meets up with Floch and Floch hands over that jacket to Eren.

— HIS BUTT IS MERGED WITH HIS BACK GUYS. IM SORRY.

Armin Arlert

— Okay see against popular believe Armin 100% has a fatty

— He has a very plush and squishy ass. He has the the type of ass that you could lay your head on and you would have the best sleep of your life

— He also has some jiggle along with all that plush booty. Like it definitely has its own little bounce when he walks around and whatnot

— IF YOU SMACKED HIS ASS YOU WOULD GET THE MOST SATISFYING SOUND EVER.

— See Armin has all that booty and doesn’t even know how to use it. On top of that he’s completely unaware of the fact that he has a very nice ass

— Like when he’s running upstairs or jumping around, he’s confused asf why everyone is struggling to breath. It’s because DAMN THAT ASS IS FAT

— Side note: Armin has the second biggest fatty in the survey corps ⭐️

Mikasa Ackerman

— MIKASA HAS A NICE ASS

— Okay see she definitely has a fatty but it’s a firm kinda butt. She works out and is a very muscular woman so it makes sense for her.

— I hope this also makes sense but it’s also plush but not pillow worthy like Armin’s. Like you could use it as a pillow but it’s the kinda pillow you gotta fool around with before being happy with

— Sadly Mikasa does not have any jiggle because like I said before she’s muscular. So why her ass is fat it will not bounce

— Does Mikasa know how to throw it back? Of course she does. She’s fucking Mikasa Ackerman. Oh and she throws it alright

— She could kill somebody with that ass. This is not a issue though because Mikasa is a aware that she has a ass but she never uses it at all

— Such a waste :(

— Side note: please don’t slap her ass she’ll break your hand and arm. I know from experience 🤕(I’m delusional as all hell.)

Jean Kirstein

— Got me apologizing again except this time to the Jean stans

— Jean is as bad as Eren bro

— They are both painfully flat like the only difference is that Jean got a smidge more fat then Eren does

— If you smacked his ass, it would still feel like hitting rocks regardless. I'm sorry guys.

— If it makes y'all feel better Jean knows how to throw it back. He probably figure it out by accident somehow 💀

— It’s just that he’s ass at throwing ass. So he doesn’t do it a lot it all

— He’s just embarrassed to do it because he’s really trying his best but he’s practically as bad as Eren-

— He wouldn’t be caught dead shaking his ass in public but if he was messing around with just Sasha and Connie he is definitely twerking

— They support him the whole time <3

— He’s twerking horribly but he’s got the spirit. (He hates to admit it but he asks Connie for tips)

Connie Springer

— Guys unfortunately Connie is also apart of the flatty patty party with Eren and Jean

— HOWEVER Connie absolutely works with it

— HIM AND SASHA THROW IT BACK TOGETHER ALL THE TIME

— Connie does it as a joke really because he is aware that he doesn't have anything but that is not gonna stop him at all

— When Connie twerks ain’t shit moving but you can’t tell him that

— He will throw his ass like he has the fattest ass on this earth and will swear up and down that his ass gave a little jiggle when he moved it a certain way

— Connie’s ass possibly giving a little jiggle has definitely caused arguments between Sasha and Connie 💀

— “Dude did you guys see that?! My ass jiggled! My ass is basically as big as Sasha’s!”

Sasha Braus

— Let’s get one thing straight

— THIS GIRL GOT THE TWO B’S (BOOTY AND BOOBS)

— Like outta all the girls in the servey corps she got them all beat.

— Another thing is that Sasha is fully aware of what she has and happily uses her gift from God. (That’s how she fr rizzed up Niccolo)

— Her thing is that she loves to act clueless around everyone knowing good and well they are all suffering as she runs up stairs

— Truthfully she does it because she thinks it’s absolutely hilarious. Watching someone face turn red of them getting choked up because she bent over really give her a kick

— Now see Sasha’s ass is on the same level with Armin’s. Her ass is very plush and soft enough to be pillow for you to rest your head and have a heavenly sleep

— Does it jiggle? FUCK YEA IT DOES

— Sasha’s ass does a little bounce with each step she takes while walking. LORD HAVE MERCY WHEN SHES TAKING THE STAIRS

— Sasha gonna hurt them with the type of ass she has

— STAN BIG BOOTY SASHA ✊🏽

Y’all Imma have to make a part 2 ✋🏽😭

All this booty talking got me wanting to eat a piece of cake because gahdamn

#aot headcanons #attack on titan #anime #eren yeager #attack on titan eren #eren aot #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan mikasa #mikasa aot #armin alert #armin aot #jean kirstein #jean aot #connie springer #aot connie #sasha attack on titan #sasha braus #shinzou wo sasageyo #snk eren #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #writing #ao3 #headcanons #mikasa headcanons #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #jean headcanons #snk sasha

[sftly-blooming]

Trigun (Polygun) Headcanons

warning: not exactly mature or suggestive content, but lots of discussion of bodies, genitals, etc. in terms of transness.

these aren’t like firm headcanons, just some cool ideas that i would love to use in a fic if i wrote one. this is with the idea of these four all dating each other in a closed t4t4t4t polycule.

Vash

- he/him preferred, they/them okay. technically agender but enjoys being seen as a man, so he identifies as a man.

- plant version of intersex, has both types of genitals (but they have like. petals/different color).

- had very slight boobs but never had to worry about top surgery because he got severe chest injuries and lost both tissue and nipples in the process (he would have rather kept the boobs, honestly, healing is too much work).

- he and knives were both originally raised as girls until they talked to each other about it and told rem they would rather be boys. knives will still refer to vash as his sister to purposefully misgender and aggravate him, as a result vash can’t stand being called sister or sis. in retaliation vash refuses to call knives by his real name.

- attraction confuses him because it doesn’t work the same for him as for humans, but overall doesn’t discriminate based on gender, sex, or anything else for that matter.

- doesn’t have body hair at all, very smooth and wolfwood teases him for it.

- autism + ADHD, PTSD, dissociative amnesia, amputee and usually wears a prosthetic, chronic pain from the scarring but it’s usually fairly mild.

- very pale but pretty much just absorbs sunlight. he doesn’t actually know if he can get energy from the sun but he always gets too hungry before he can find out.

- he’s about 150 but appears around 25.

Wolfwood/Nick/Nico

- he/him only. trans man. usually stealth.

- during the medical experimentation he went through rapid puberty and begged the doctor to “change him into a man.” the cross scar is from top surgery + the other experiments, and he has a second version of the vials that are gel, which serve as pain relief (chronic pain) but are also his testosterone therapy.

- muscular with some fat over so he’s squishy, huge chest muscles that he’s rlly proud of. has excellent sensation in his nipples, the surgery he got was well executed and he heals rapidly, so the grafts stuck easily. hairy chest, overall very hairy.

- no need for bottom surgery because his hormone therapy combined with the experiments mean that he had great success with bottom growth. bathrooms are annoying but most of the time there’s only one anyway in the tiny places he stops at, so it’s not a huge deal, and not worth the surgery to him. he does often wear a packer which usually doubles as an STP.

- actually loves drag and dresses, but thinks he can’t pull them off due to his hair (which he also loves). he’s wrong.

- he definitely doesn’t mind a pretty woman or anyone else, but finds himself attracted to men more often than other genders.

- autism + ADHD, cPTSD, full body chronic pain (mostly from rapid growth in his youth and his rapid healing).

- southern drawl + latino but never got to learn spanish due to being an orphan. wants to learn it but hasn’t found a good teacher yet. tans mostly but has been known to burn on occasion.

- he’s actually 21 but looks to be about 40.

Milly

- she/her only. trans woman and proud of it.

- on estrogen for some time. she’s very buff and loves to arm wrestle with wolfwood. she also shows off by carrying around his punisher. she didn’t really start gaining muscle until she was already on estrogen for a good while, because that’s when she felt comfortable enough to work out regularly.

- BOOBS. she never had top surgery, just a combination of estrogen and being buff. she has on occasion forgotten she can’t take her shirt off in public, and then gotten embarrassed when meryl pointed it out.

- her family is accepting of her, partially because they’re good people and partially because milly has a large stun gun and doesn’t take kindly to being misgendered. she won’t hesitate to shoot it at strangers who bother her either.

- sometimes she’s very loud about personal info due to her not understanding volume control or social cues. this has caused more than a few incidents of the boys + meryl having to deescalate a “why did that woman just say she has a dick” situation. she doesn’t understand why people have a problem with it though.

- she does regularly tuck, but finds it uncomfortable for long distances. in these situations she opts for leggings or compression shorts under her dresses instead.

- takes estrogen in pill form, she has to pack extra before trips and refill at local pharmacies. sometimes she has to get the pills from the black market and deal with outlaws due to lack of supply. she can take care of herself, but wolfwood makes for good scary dog privilege.

- primarily attracted to women, basically the opposite of wolfwood, but pansexual. loves the label sapphic as well, and is often grumpy about being the only woman in the quad. meryl doesn’t mind being her girlfriend for a bit though, usually.

- autistic, ARFID.

- southern accent but less thick than wolfwood. covered in freckles, tans well, has to shave her face because she was hairy before starting estrogen. now her body hair is soft and she likes to stim with it, she doesn’t shave her body hair.

- she’s 28 and the oldest human of the group.

Meryl

- she/he/they + anything used with respect. doesn’t care too much about gender. not really agender, just gender apathetic. most likely would say genderfluid if asked for a specific label due to changing presentation.

- usually gets read as a woman. he has been on a low dose of testosterone and off for years, but can’t stay on consistently due to injection supplies not being easily available. she doesn’t like being off of it because it makes her feel weird and she has bad dysphoria around her voice. it also makes their mood much worse.

- she has major issues with her height and being perceived as a weak, short woman. they carry a megaphone with them and have a deeper voice from the testosterone than they used to. he’s discovered guns and yelling get people’s attention, height aside. he’s become really good at shooting derringers, under the guidance of the other three.

- hasn’t been able to get top surgery yet but does want it, when they can afford the time off work. luckily, she has small boobs so she mostly just wears baggy clothes. sometimes they will wear a binder when they’re dysphoric, but they can’t wear it for long or in the outside heat.

- doesn’t want bottom surgery.

- he used to identify as a lesbian woman due to not liking cis men + past trauma. then they realized they just doesn’t like cis people in general, and is firmly t4t.

- ADHD, OCD, MCAS, was diagnosed with POTS but it has improved quite a bit over time especially with testosterone. she still has episodes every now and then and often has to have one of the others carry her due to lack of desert friendly mobility aids. he has a weak right ankle due to a childhood injury, but no pain. they do have a cane and a foot for it that works on sand for bad days, but that doesn’t always cut it.

- wolfwood is quitting smoking for their sake.

- japanese, pale, and burns very easily.

- 23, second youngest, but usually gets read as the youngest.

#sftly fandom #trigun #trigun 98 #vash #vash the stampede #polygun #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #trigun vash #trigun wolfwood #trigun meryl #trigun milly #trigun headcanons #i have a lot of thoughts about these four

[campwillowpeak]

How would you describe each person's body type? Sorry if this is a weird question. 😅

Harper: Tall with some muscle definition, kinda in the middle between lean and muscular

Gavin: Kinda above average height, he doesn't really have any muscle definition, he'd kinda soft and a little squishy

Sophie: Thicc shorty~

Dante: Muscle daddy~

Jazz: Fit, she has faintly visible abs and some thick thighs

Cammie: Tiny bit on the shorter side, pretty average build with long legs

#cwp #camp willowpeak #vn #visual novel #cwp harper #cwp gavin #cwp sophie #cwp dante #cwp jazz #cwp cammi

[karasimpno]

beautiful, for @ceo-of-daichi​ daichi x plus-size/chubby!reader, she/her reader pronouns, fluff, comfort, implied n/sfw

Daichi finishes with a grunt and melts down onto you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and wrapping you up in a bear hug. His breath huffs gently against your jaw as he lets out a contented little chuckle and plants soft, playful kisses along the column of your throat.

“I love you so much baby,” he smiles against your skin, his left hand coming up to caress your face. 

“Hmm?” you ask, distracted. 

Daichi takes a steadying inhale and props himself up on his elbow to see you more clearly. He’s smiling gently, just so happy to see that gorgeous face of yours, and can’t help himself from leaning back down to plant an eager kiss on your rounded cheek. 

“I said,” his voice huskier than before as he leans across to kiss your other cheek, “I love you so much.” You sigh, his words brightening your mood a bit, but before you can reply, he takes your face in both his hand and gently makes you look at him.

“Where’s that beautiful mind of yours, baby?” he asks, pushing your chubby cheeks together and making you laugh a little. You sigh again and run what feels like a greedy hand down his still-toned chest before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I just...” he listens intently, eyes not leaving yours. “Feel....” It’s so hard to put it into words, but he is patient, his brow soft. 

“Blah,” you decide on.

“Blah?” he clarifies. You groan and nod. Finding it hard to face his chocolate irises, you pull his head down to rest against your chest, your lips buried in his soft hair, your nose filled with your favorite scent: his. Almonds with a faint whiff of pine. Daichi listens to your heart beat. You notice your squishy biceps and rounded forearms against his muscular back, holding him fast, and sigh into his hair. 

“Yeah. It’s hard to explain exactly, I just...” you hold him tighter and his arms wrap even more closely around you, returning the hug. “I’ve just been feeling a certain type of way about myself and it’s been such a hard week and I just....” you stop yourself before your voice can get too unsteady. We just slept together, he doesn’t wanna hear this, you begin to think, getting even more in your head.

“Well you know how I feel?” he asks, interrupting your downward spiral. 

“Hmm?” you asked, somewhat surprised to hear him ask. He turns his head, propping his chin on your chest, and you absently swipe at your neck, where you’re sure your chin is prominent from his view. He grabs your hand mid-motion and threads his fingers with yours as he pins it on the pillow next to your head.

“I feel like the luckiest guy in the world,” he whispers, his eyes earnest. You blink at the gentle intensity in his voice. “That after the week you’ve had and the silly little thoughts in your brain, I get to hear what’s on your mind. I get to be here - right here, with you,” he gestures with the hand entwined in yours. He gazes at you lovingly, in true disbelief he gets to share his life with such a beautiful, incredible woman. 

“I love every part of you,” he says, and you know he means it. He leans up to kiss your forehead. “And I’m never going to stop telling you how much I do.”

more?

#daichi x reader #sawamura daichi #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x chubby!reader #sawamura daichi x chubby!reader

[send-me-a-puffalope]

Audio: “ "you've cried out for her many times" . That's a lie, my mother's been dead since the day I was born. Why would I, cry out for her?”

↑ gave me such fucking Vanessa vibes. We know nothing of her mom, but my bets are that she sometimes would silently want, plead, whine, sob and need for her mother (if she ever had one) to come and save her

Anyways. FDF(fog's dream forest) au Vanessa <3

Inspired by those MLP infection AUs. I made my own, and yeah(the virus is called R.F.A.A short for "Robotic, Fungal, Animal Afton". Doesn't make sense but I swear it does-).

(fun fact!: Vanessa and Garrett are tied for being the first victims to be infected with the virus)

There are at least three types, and Vanessa is a mix of two: Digger and Follower.

Context: Diggers are non-hostile victims, but they are not who they once were. Followers are in the middle of non-hostile and hostile(Animals: the missing kids), but by the name you could guess why.

Digger for the fact that she wants to change, and in some ways does give gifts to the kids by being there for them and hanging out with them even after she knows. Follower cuz, her whole character is just that. A follower to the name of Afton. She follows, no matter the universe. Always in his shadows.

But some facts about Followers; they are always normal looking, but look little off. Just slightly. Eyes are bigger than normal(she's a follower, she pleads ; whines ; and everything), more muscular than any normal muscular human, more taller than ones who are tall(like genius world record type of tall).

But one thing that sticks out is the smell; she's always bloody and it's always the same spot. Her abdomen. It's always bleeding. ,, somewhat squishy too. The sounds and the blood just- ough (she has one intestine out from her abdomen). And the chain around her wrist, it's long. Too long. It's honestly tied to the world, tied to the core of the Earth.

Also her rabbit legs. She's fast with them, and Followers are always with some rabbit features.

(gave her body hair cuz I can and I love her<3. Reminds me of STP "The Witch", and I love that)

Sorry for always sending so many long asks—bdihsjsb

YIPPPPEEEEEEE I LOVE CHARACTERS THAT LOOK JUST A LITTLE BIT UNCANNY!!!!!

i love love love the too wide eyes and the constant blood scent. like you don’t realize smth is up until it’s too late. like that’s so good. delicious really. THE STOMACH WOUND !!!! I always love how your AUs take parts from the original, i always get so giddy when i can identify where you were inspired from.

#no need to apologize !!!! i love hearing about your AUs even if it takes me a second to get to them #ask!!! #sotogalmo #audrey!!!

[ursaspecter]

wait, sorry. halsin isnt large under those clothes??? he isn't hairy??? he isn't built like a bear??? shame. missed opportunity.

honestly while i LOVE bg3, the lack of choices for character bodies is a real shame, you can either be a short, thin person or tall muscular person n that sucks. halsin should be built like a bear, gale should have a soft squishy tummy, karlach should be built like rhea ripley, give us more body diversity larian

Halsin is still hairy as all get out for an elf, but unfortunately Larian gave him a 6 pack 😔

I am really disappointed in the lack of options for character customization in general. No sliders, only premade face meshes that you can't mix and match the features of. Only 4 body types for most of the races (half orcs only get the two muscular ones). You can choose your pronouns and genitals but can only be a she/her woman, a he/him man, or a they/them non-binary person (because as we all know non-binary is just the third gender and all nb people use they/them 🙄)

Like... come on this game was in development for how long? And not a single slider? Skyrim came out in 2011 and had sliders. The Sims 4 came out in 2014 and had not only sliders but the option to precisely fine tune certain features to be just perfect. Ghostbusters Spirits Unleashed is even a multiplayer game that has better character customization and that came out in 2022.

I shouldn't have to rely on mods to get better representation and diversity :/ I love this game but it isn't without its problems.

[princess-of-the-corner]

I'll share with you my height/body shape headcanons.

I also have Earth Ponies as usually larger/more muscular than Unicorns and Pegasi. But I have Pegasi as the shortest tribe with Unicorns in the middle.

I describe Unicorns more as "delicate," like something very beautiful but also fragile (Squishy Wizards).

Pegasi's bodies aren't as buff as Earth Ponies but not as "delicate" as Unicorns. They are built for speed but can withstand hard impacts.

As you said, this is average, and nowadays, body types vary due to inter-tribe marriages.

Applejack is the biggest and tallest of the 6; the Apples are bigger than average for Earth Ponies.

Twilight is tall for an unicorn, as is Shining Armor (his muscles are due to guard training). They get it from their father's side; their height is due to Alicorn Ancestry. She gains some inches after becoming an alicorn, but AJ is still the tallest if you don't count Twi's horn.

Fluttershy is taller and more delicate than the average Pegasi, similar to a unicorn. She's built more for elegance than for high speeds. Like a butterfly. And yes, her body does fit Canterlotian Beauty Standards.

Rarity has a similar build and height as Fluttershy (minus the horn), an average unicorn. She's still on the upper side of beauty standards.

Rainbow Dash has the average build of a pegasus made for speed.

Pinkie Pie is actually the smallest of the Mane 6 and smaller than average for an Earth Pony. She is a bit chubby due to all the sweets she eats, but she also has muscles. I like making her a small ball full of energy and mayhem.

NICE

I do also love tiny Pinkie headcanons but I am a sucker for 'very sweet and bubbly person who is actually huge but you don't realize until they are a Threat™'

[heromuses]

when you say pudgy mina do you mean mina living her best life mina or like angsty things have gone wrong and now she's a former hero pudgy mina

No no, she's living good! That's just how she is, just got a little more meat on her bones. I put a lot of what I see in myself on her, including my body type. I consider myself pudgy. Not outside what's healthy but just a little squishy. She's still fit, but it makes more sense for her to have less of a muscular physique. Her fighting style is less hands on than say Kirishima, so it's always made sense to me that she wouldn't have washboard abs or incredibly muscly biceps. You kinda get the picture?

[bells-of-black-sunday]

character sheet REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME. Tarhos Kovács NICKNAME. The Knight, the betrayer, the mad GENDER. Trans-male (I hit him with my trans beams I will not apologize) HEIGHT.  6'10 AGE. approx. 36 when he was pulled, but well over a thousand by now due to how time never moves in the fog ZODIAC. Saggitarius SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  Hungarian, German, Italian, Spanish and English mostly out of nescessity

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR.  Dark brown almost black EYE COLOR. Pale blue BODY TYPE. Muscular, but not the body builder type, he's strong out of necessity and his life style he didn't build for muscle tone and definition so he's over all kind of squishy when he's relaxed. VOICE. Here's his sound files DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE.  Straight and proper SCARS. Lots, some from when he was younger, a lot from when he was older. They're all over pretty much. BIRTHMARKS. None MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). His height, but also prominent scars on his face, but in the fog it's probably the large wounds that cover his body that won't heal

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH. Hungary HOMETOWN. He doesn't even remember SIBLINGS. Four, they died from the poison that was supposed to take him too they were lucky PARENTS. He remembers his mother fondly, the way she always was a calming force in the face of all the turmoil. His father taught him a lot of things like how to ride a horse and how to hunt.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION. Mercenary work outside of the fog, none in it CURRENT RESIDENCE. Whatever the fuck the shattered square is CLOSE FRIENDS. Alejandro Santiago the jailer, Durkos Malecek the assassin, and Sander Rault the carnifex RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single FINANCIAL STATUS. Poor as fuck DRIVER’S LICENSE. He can uh... ride a horse? CRIMINAL RECORD. Literal war crimes VICES. Alcohol mainly?

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual, Demiromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. High TURN ON’S. Confidence, blood, people playing with his hair. LOVE LANGUAGE. Acts of service RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. He tends to have a very toxic view of how relationships should be, but he's also a man who grew up during the 1300s so it's understandable where it comes from, just not his views themselves.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Currently - "The Summoning" HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Cleaning and maintaining his armor and sword, horse care, armor fabricating, mending his clothes, etc. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Both I guess??? PHOBIAS. Large bodies of water mainly most of the other things he's "afraid" of are just triggers for him even if he refuses to admit it SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Too much confidence VULNERABILITIES. He doesn't like being restricted at all and he hates authority figures just to name a few, but I don't know if they count as vulnerbilities.

Tagged by: @witchcraftandburialdirt (Thank you! ❤) Tagging: anyone who wants me to

#ooc #/dash games #a path of destruction (knight)

[author-main]

you draw Wild's Zelda so buff and I love it

A lot of it is squish too.

#author's ask box #aluw #shes the squishy type of muscular #dont tell anyone but wild likes to hug her too because shes warm and soft

[skylarsblue]

Jasie Voorhees.

Buff 6’2” forest lady.

Struggles with her hair because it’s hard for her to grow it evenly, so she settles for an asymmetrical cut. She won’t shave it cause it makes her feel more pretty.

10/10 smoochable butch forest wife.

Michelle A. Myers

Athletic build and mega tall. 6’7-6’8” grunge lady.

Her hair is an absolute rats nest, but she won’t bother to cut/brush it. Honestly, it’ll be easier to chop the majority if it than try to sift through all the knots.

If resting bitch face had a mascot.

Dalia “Jenna Olsen” Johnson

We love a tiny trans Asian lady. She can absolutely kick my ass while making terrible one liner puns. we stan her.

Lean and subtly muscular, do not be deceived by her unassuming 5’1-5’2” height. She has a blood lust that’s insatiable and a grip good enough to break your hands.

“Jenna” however is just a playful and sweet lady, totally not a cover for Dalia’s maniacal stabby needs. Jenna makes cookies for the office, Dalia makes homicide headlines.

Bubby Sawyer

I honestly love her the most- Unapologetically made her a squishy precious bunny, I don’t even care if it’s inaccurate, I love her. Best wife. I would give my left leg just to have the privilege to spoil her.

Stands at about 5’7” and all that extra squish is great for her sisters to hug. Are dresses hard to find? Yes, but it’s fine! She can’t adjust them with her trusty sewing machine.

She does indeed make her own jewelry. Yeah, they’re made of teeth and stuff but hey! She’s thrifty.

Breah Heelshire

This woman absolutely has back problems from bending to climb through the walls. Clingy wall wife needs attention. In any form.

Stands at exactly 5’6” and is an unassuming body type. She appears thin and frail, a fast metabolism is to thank for the most part. This is amplified by her loose clothing, but do not be fooled, her boney hands have strength. Be wary of her handshakes, she’s gotten bad at grip control.

If I didn’t struggle drawing it so much she’d absolutely be featured with body hair. (I’m still practicing, I’m trying I swear-)

Thea Hewitt

STRONG WIFE BUFF WIFE BIG WIFE

Is just shy of 6’0” by a few centimeters. She’s got a lot of muscle under a layer of softness, perfect for hugs. Covered in freckles & scars that are perfect to smooch.

She is very insecure about not being conventionally feminine, makes her think that (on top of her skin problems/face) she’d be a terrible spouse, so no one will want her. SHE IS WRONG! She is best wife. Those strong arms were made for snuggles, damnit.

Bo-Lynn Sinclair

Do not call her by her full name, just pick one of the parts and stick with it. Say “Bo” or say “Lynn”. Using her full name will get you throat punched.

She actually takes her physique rather seriously, she’s pretty proud of her toned muscles and thinks it suits her relatively butch type. The fact she’s 5’8” helps, obviously. BUT SHE HAS SOME SQUISHY! Mostly in her stomach, it’s not as much as Bubby or Thea, but it is there!

Her hair is so damn frizzy though. Do you know what happens when you take wavy/slightly curly, thick hair and put it in humid-hot weather? Disaster. Disaster happens.

Veronica Sinclair

You can’t tell me she didn’t have an emo phase in middle school, she still wears her hair like it./hj Her hair is so silky smooth though, she takes very good care of it. ...ignore all the wax & paint in it.

5’8” with a nearly identical body to her twin, just less muscular, because she doesn’t focus on that kind of exercise. She’s too focused on her art.

I think that Vincent can actually talk, just not very well, and he chooses not too. So I think Veronica would have an angelic voice, even if she struggles with some words because her scar travels to the side of her mouth.

Leslie Sinclair

Listen, I know I made this design, but I’m very gay for it. I’m not trying to be egotistical, but I think I made her adorable, and I love her.

She doesn’t resemble her twins as much as they resemble each other for obvious reasons, but she has a few features that are easy to pick out amongst all three of them. Still, she has some obvious differences too. More weight in the hips & thighs, thinner facial features, 5’5-5’6”, and with less muscle bulk. She has the fastest metabolism.

She keeps her hair short so it doesn’t get in the way. Leslie will usually tie a handkerchief around her head to push it back further. She’s always out gathering stuff(hence all her bracelets & necklaces), long hair would get things stuck in it & get caught on things. So eventually she just chopped it all with craft scissors.

Billie Lenz

Her name was the most obvious change, I could’ve been more creative but listen, whatever Billy’s energy is, it screams the name Billy, so it stays.

5’0” and small enough to hide in your closet. She’s perfect size & flexible enough to sneak into your cupboards. Sneaky lady with poofy hair & a lot of harmful stims.

Billie is bumping into shit, constantly. Bruises everywhere. And she scratches at her collarbones a lot, if you couldn’t tell. Please help her replace this habit, she’s gonna scar so bad- She picks at the scabs! She’s gonna get an infection I swear-

#slashers #slasher fucker #slasher community #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #rz michael myers #michael myers #halloween #danny jed olsen johnson #dead by daylight #ghostface #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #billy lenz #black christmas #horror movies #fanart #genderbend

[poisonouswritings]

Lucan has a semxy dad bod and no one can convince me otherwise.

Sage is beautiful boft whore and no one can convince me otherwise.

Anisa has cubby-thick thighs and no one can convince me otherwise.

Felix is a curvey pretty boy and no one can convince me otherwise.

Rime has a lean body with barely any abs and no one can convince me otherwise.

STOP!!!!MAKING!!!!ALL CHARACTERS!!!!!!THE SAME SIZE!!!!!!STOP PRETENDING DUDES BEING CHUBBY ISN'T NORMAL >:( AND STOP MAKING ALL FEMALE CHARACTERS SMALL AND PETITE.

-dumb bitch anon

Anon you're right and you should fucking say it!

I think LL does a good job of not making all of their male characters super buff and all of their female characters super dainty, but I really wish we could get a little more chub somewhere in there. Let people be soft and squishy!! ‘Oh a lot of people don’t find fat attractive’ maybe because fat characters are 99% portrayed as gross slobs and the butt of the joke?? Dudes aren’t allowed to be skinny and non-muscular? Bullshit. Why the fuck does the shirtless Felix sprite have abs?? He literally described himself as having a 'feeble body’ when MC told him to exercise!!! Remember when the director or art designer (Encantó) or whoever it was had to legit fight to let Luisa, a character with super strength, be muscular just cause she’s a woman???

Let us have different body types!!

also if i knew how to draw i would do dad-bod Lucan in swimming trunks with a disgustingly neon orange hawaiian shirt (obviously unbuttoned) looking proud because he dressed himself so badly that both Sage and Elowen refuse to be seen in public with him

#also anon your other ask is in my drafts #fictif last legacy #last legacy #last legacy critical #body diversity #fat acceptance #anon asks #ozzy answers #dumb bitch anon

[aetherarf]

Do you have headcanons about any body types of any Genshin characters?

Oh boy. Here....!

Aether/Lumine

Aether and Lumine both have a mildly athletic build that tends to hold a decent bit of fat. The Traveller is currently much skinnier due to the stress and struggle to eat properly on their current adventure, while the Abyss Prince [used gender neutrally] is much healthier. They are made to last when travelling, and to survive rough circumstances.

Albedo

Albedo is mostly skin and bones but has rather round cheeks despite it. He's very cold much of the time and most who look at him will state that he seems extremely ill or sickly, despite that being how he looks normally. However, he gains weight easily, and any weight gained causes severe joint pain so he manages his food very tediously. His limbs are a bit longer than what proportionally seems reasonable.

Amber

Athletic build, little to no fat. She has a very, very small thigh gap, and has a very high metabolism.

Ayaka

Incredibly average in every way. She has some softness on her stomach and thighs most noticeably, a little bit of muscle from training with her sword. Overall? So, so incredibly down the middle. Similarly to Fischl, this makes her feel, well, unnoticeable, and feeds into a degree of anxiety for her.

Barbara

She's quite plump, with little to no muscle. Her shoulders are a bit wider than average, and she would admit to having some body insecurity due to comparing herself to her sister.

Beidou

Very very muscular. Can crush pumpkins with her thighs. HAS crushed pumpkins with her thighs. Her weight is slow to change but depending on how long she's been out at sea, she has a pleasant amount of fat, or she's quite skinny [and possibly somewhat dehydrated], and looks a bit like an actor with a six pack... after all, you can only have those hyper movie-style muscles if you're severely dehydrated, and she tends to push her body to the limits... especially if there is concern for the wellbeing of the rest of her fleet.

Bennett

He's a little bit chubby! His dads always make sure he eats a lot, and the fat on his body helps absorb a lot of the shock whenever he gets messed up by his bad luck. Very good for cuddles if it wasn't his Terrible Anxiety making it hard for him to trust himself when cuddling someone.

Childe

B u i l t. He's covered in scars, a bit of a tummy [Food means a lot to Childe!] and very muscular from constantly working on himself. He eats... so much. He eats 8 large meals a day, you'd expect him to weight more, but it's just that he's still very young. He's just to the point of maturing where his body has finished developing and his frame is filled out, so he's been very euphoric about his current body. Also tall af. Very likely to get a dad bod once his Youthful Metabolism slows down.

Chongyun

He's pretty narrow because he has yet for his muscles to fill out, but for his age, he's quite built. He works on his body a lot, because his mind can oftentimes 'relax' and sort of drift elsewhere when training. He does have a bit of a soft tummy tho, and his thighs are a bit squishy.

Diluc

He's... on the path to having a dad bod. He's muscular and strong, he works on himself solely to be powerful, but he has some fat, too. [After all, fat is good for absorbing shock when fighting.] He has a soft butt, stomach, and he holds more weight on his thighs than expected. When he's relaxing, he looks just sort of soft and cuddly, but once he actually gets into action, a lot of that softness was just his muscles not in use.

Diona

Girl's just hitting puberty, and while she just has a little bit of baby fat, she's starting to gain some weight. Her figure is quite inconsistent with her rapidly changing form, and her father lovingly teases her about being a new girl everyday. She does not care for these comments.

Eula

Quite chubby, lots of muffin-topping over her clothes, but she is muscular underneath... she got a lot of flak from the Knights that she was too lethargic and overweight to be worth anything to them, but she proved them wrong- quickly. She's still very angry about the mistreatment however, and remembers each and every statement they said about, and against, he.

Fischl

Pear shaped, but otherwise very average. Kinda skinny kinda fat kinda muscular. She runs right down the middle... At times, it makes her feel... unnoticeable.

Ganyu

She's pleasantly curvy, pleasantly chubby, and reasonably strong muscles under her softness. She was very fat as a child, and she was mocked for it by humans and the other adepti, so she's gotten extremely self conscious and is extremely harsh on herself, oftentimes refusing to eat or on extreme diets to take care of herself... she still struggles to be kinder to herself.

Gorou

Extremely skinny, he has a faint six pack just from being so thin. If he has any weight on his body, his joints ache and hurt, so he has to be careful about eating. However, due to this, he's also semi-prone to fainting from low blood sugar.

Hu Tao

Mostly skinny. She has a little fat on her stomach, but not enough to change her silhouette much to reflect that. However, she doesn't hold weight on well and begins to feel weak and faint when she gets too thin, so she eats much more than expected.

Itto

Not human sized, he's a good head taller than every other tall character in the cast, if not more. Horns add a few inches. He's also just a fucking wall of muscle- when he's relaxing, he actually looks kinda chubby, but the second his muscle is in use he's... terrifying. Tap his arm when he's flexing and you're tapping stone. Tap his arm when he's relaxing and it's firm, but somewhat malleable. Also tends to run extremely hot and will oftentimes just dive into water without warning to cool off, or dive under a tree's shade and refuse to come out until he's 'good'.

Jean

No fat, her muscles are not large but toned. She has the body of an athletic model. Admittedly, she'd have more weight on her if she didn't overwork herself and skip more meals than not. Unknowingly, her thin-ness has given Barbara body insecurity.

Kaeya

Bit of muscle, and admittedly far narrower shoulders than he'd like. He works on his body a lot, and that's where he gets most of it, but if he fails to get a decent amount of exercise... he quickly gets soft. In a domestic setting where Kaeya has more confidence, he has a soft tummy.. needs reassurance that it's okay tho. His stomach not being flat offers a surprisingly high amount of body dysphoria for him.

Kazuha

Short, thin, not much to him. At times, he is a bit of a hinderance on the Alcor because... well, he can't really do any heavy lifting. He's tried, he really has, but he's just small. Born somewhat premature, he never really caught up in size.

Klee

Chubby little girl! She's happy and bouncy and healthy, just chubby. No one's really concerned about her weight, it's just her frame.

Kokomi

Short and round. Made for cuddling. Many in Inazuma with a similar frame look to her to find their own confidence. In reality, Kokomi doesn't understand why being so 'round' would actually be bad, and anyone trying to explain fat-phobia to her is met with blank staring.

Lisa

She's very curvy, wide hips, big chest, soft tummy... Well, milf isn't a bad word to describe her, at least the stereotype of what a milf is.

Mona

Tall, thin, lanky. Give this girl a MEAL, she's not made to be this thin, she just doesn't eat. She towers over most everyone else... She's at least as tall as, if not taller, than Childe.

Ningguang

She's quite tall, hourglass body... But she has to be careful with her diet or she puts on weight quickly. Many years in her youth not knowing if she'd have to go to bed hungry that day made her a little unsteady with food. You wouldn't know by looking at her, she just looks pleasant and healthy.

Noelle

Strong arms, legs, core. She looks pleasant until she takes off her armor, then you're going to quickly realize that all her training shows on her body... But her muscles aren't very big. They're just defined well.

Qiqi

She looks like a malnourished child. Many, many times there have been complaints and anonymous tips sent about the little girl that works at Bubu Pharmacy, concerning abuse... Of course, Baizhu isn't bad to her at all, it's just that... well, she's dead. She's never going to be a healthy child ever again. The fact that she's as healthy as she is... an absolute miracle.

Raiden

Slightly plump, but being on the taller side helps this not seem noticeable. She does not notice how her leggings cling a little too tightly to her, nor her clothes perhaps a little to tight with how they make her 'muffin top', but she doesn't feel it's uncomfortable so she simply doesn't care.

Razor

This boy is FIT. If he ate more than meat and potatoes, he could possibly be a body-builder. He's extremely strong, able to carry two full wolves at once, and it's mostly his short height and still-growing body that makes it a little hard to use a claymore [See: Razor Charged Attack]. He gets terrifyingly skinny in winter, and by the beginning of spring he looks like death... winter is always hard on him, but he's survived each one so far.

Rosaria

She's all skin and bones, and it's actually... very disturbing. Her bones all prod out like they're trying to rip from her skin. She doesn't take care of herself, and it shows. Whenever she does get any fat, most of it tends to go right to her hips and thighs, and her body is somewhat pear-shaped.

Sara

She's mostly muscle on a lean frame, but somewhat malnourished. Her affinity for the number five often forces her to limit her eating, and so she seldom eats enough, but she's quite strong from working on herself. It's also good to note that she actually has many stretch marks, even if she isn't particularly chubby, she still has many, most notably on the sides of her breasts and around her stomach and thigh joints.

Sayu

She's quite thin, and as much as she eats, it never seems to be enough. She's consistently covered in bumps and bruises, and her sleepiness sometimes gets confused with being faint or sick.

Sucrose

Chubby and unathletic. She doesn't go out much if she can help it, and she's just not made for it. She's also quite short, and a little bit self conscious about it.

Venti

Tiny. Littol boy. All skin and bones with a thigh gap. It's scary holding him because it seems like he'll snap if you hold him too tight. Hold him rlly tight he needs it.

Xiangling

C h u b. Muffin tops a lot w/ her clothes, but she has no dislike for her body. She's not chubby because she eats a lot, not alone, but it's just her body type. Her father is chubby, too. Her weight can fluctuate a decent bit but it's hard to visibly see it unless you document how she looks day-to-day.

Xiao

He looks like he's starving and malnourished, skinny and short. I stand by that he needs to eat, more or less, like a mortal, even if he has inhuman origins, and it's just an autistic[-coded] thing that he can seldom tolerate other things, but almond tofu just... isn't enough to sustain him beyond the minimum. A noticeable degree of his pain is from malnourishment and he just doesnt realize it. Please help convince him to eat more kinds of food and more food in general.

Xingqiu

He's got the body of a tiny teenage boy- thin with a 'six pack', which is really just him being so thin you can see his stomach muscles. Only downside? He's actually quite short for his age, and tries to not bring it up, but... Well, he is self conscious about it. Wears subtle heels to compensate.

Xinyan

Mostly chubby, but she has a decent bit of muscle from hauling her equipment around. She is pretty 'uniform' all over her body, not having a particularly large chest or hips relative to the rest of her body,

Yanfei

Similar to Ganyu, she's quite chubby... Actually, chubbier, but she has not an OUNCE of shame about it. Her parents saw how Ganyu was taunted for her weight, and strove to not let Yanfei have the same crippling fear. She has a very soft tummy and wide hips, but she adores it.

Yoimiya

Soft and strong, her legs being the strongest part of her, and she has strong hands as well from working on the intricate workings of fireworks for so long. While not necessary, her body is one that would survive quite well in the wilderness, no matter the circumstances.

Zhongli

Tall, lean, toned but not large muscles. He can be whatever he wants since his body is nothing more than how he projects himself. He, however, does greatly enjoy being tall... It makes life a lot easier in many ways. However he sees no reason to give himself huge and incredible muscles, finding them impractical and disturbing at times. Admittedly, not very good for cuddling.

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