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selfshippingquotes · 1 year
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Child F/O: No, I do not like the taste of this mush, and will not consume it no matter what you tell me.
Child F/O: I will sit here with a pouty lip and arms crossed for all eternity in this high chair, and when I die of starvation, it will be your fault.
S/I: Child F/O, just eat the fucking carrots.
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grislyintentions · 5 months
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Freminet is not picky with his food and will eat just about anything available, for he knows that just being able to afford it is a luxury in itself. Much of his early childhood was spent living in poverty and he vividly remembers what it is like going to bed hungry. Hence, he tries and finishes everything on his plate now.
But if you were to ask if there's something he enjoys eating the most, he would bring up seafood, because that's what he can eat together with Lyney and Lynette.
Seafood also comes with a hint of nostalgia for Freminet too. When he was old enough to begin diving and retreating into the sea, when the previous director would deprive him of food as punishment, he would take matters into his own hand.
He learned how to catch fish, shrimp and crabs from watching the fishermen. He learned to build fires and 'cook' them on the spot by watching adventurers. He learned how to use stones to crack open shells and clams from observing the otters.
The first time he managed to succeed was one of Freminet's proudest, most joyful, memories. The feeling that he too can do something all on his own.
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szethsmom · 8 months
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Can’t believe I never shared this here!! Stunning art of my oc by @liltumgrum 🥺
(Posted with permission)
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angorwhosebabyisthis · 11 months
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i can't believe this didn't occur to me until just now but rey you absolute fucknut no wonder five doesn't want to do hours of strenuous physical exercise every day, he's starving
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fictionkinfessions · 5 hours
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i dont CARE IF IT WAS DEATH TRAP WISTERIA DEMON JAIL i want my TREES BACK. i want my trees and my grass and stuff. they were MY trees. there are many like them but those were MINE. fuck everyone i just wanted to live my stupid demon life . like you put me there so i could wait to die. thats fucked up. but i made a life there. wtf did i ever do to deserve that????? i had to eat too. what was i gonna do just starve??? i didnt even get a story or anything i was just target practice "final selection demon a" how is it fair???? if anyone care i had a name it was kuriketto
xx
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illwilledomen · 3 months
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Gill prefers villager men because she feels a sense of power over them (and she doesn’t think they’re equal to her so they’re more of a possession in her eyes).
new hc: she collects pathetic men like pokemon cards
nyway also hc on my hc, imagime if some of them think that by being better and 'loving her' they could get away with the pain and maybe cope with it but it slowly turns to conditioning and psychological torture when she brings other men ?
I'm not addicted i swear.
- @k1zh
YES. I love both of these. Also, on the subject of bringing other dudes home, Gill kills off any trophies she gets bored of, or just leaves them there and stops feeding them.
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mathmetists · 3 months
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Have been looking for a lost Loki fic for some time and have nearly giving up hope. Pls send help!!
Things I remember:
- was on ao3, but can’t remember if completed or not, and on the longer side (def 30k+, prob more)
- the plot was prisoner!Loki in the dungeons of Asgard starting pretty much right after the Avengers movie. He was refusing to speak to anyone (pretty much no one was allowed to visit him also). After some months Frigga goes to see him and he agrees to tell the entire story of what happened with Thanos in exchange for a favor. After Frigga leaves he succumbs to his condition and wounds and wakes up at the healers (and gets angry bc he isn’t dead but I could be misremembering)
- some details: Frigga sends him a pice of cloth that keeps away nightmares; pretty sure his cell hangs midair to discourage escape attempts and he makes it swing back and forth when he’s alone; Odis’s birds are also featured;
- details with CW!! a part of his sentence was to be whipped for every year his presence cursed Asgard or smth like that; the favor he asked Frigga for was a rope; his main reason for ending up at the healers was he was actively starving himself and not eating the food given to him
Please if anyone has it/ knows of it lmk!!
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intobarbarians · 6 months
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”In 2012 it was revealed that in early 2008 Israeli authorities drew up a document calculating the minimum caloric intake necessary for Palestinians to avoid malnutrition so Israel could limit the amount of foodstuffs allowed into Gaza without causing outright starvation.” evil
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dreadgrace-a · 4 months
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the discrepancy between the priesthood and a Bhaalspawn's lifestyle is so interesting though? durge's/now orin's room is so utilitarian and devoid of personality. I won't speak any more on what their lives were like, but listen:
while lark was never starved, the richer foods enjoyed by other temple residents were only offered to her on the single holiday and rarely on other special celebrations. the one interest she discovered was limited in scope (devotional poetry). she saw almost none of the income she brought in. she was beaten often enough, and badly enough, to consider being slapped a kindness.
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troublewithvampires · 9 months
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@bxtsence said: “So what exactly do you do for sustenance….? Do you drink human blood or…?”
Salvatore rolls his eyes and shoots Rowan a glare that has no real heat behind it. He taps his claws against the cool glass in his hand.
"I'm dead," he says flatly. "I can eat, but I don't gotta, because I'm dead." His shoulders tense up and he sighs, his eyes flicking down to look at the table in front of him. The surface is polished, ever so slightly, and he can see his hazy reflection against the wood. The sight makes him sneer.
Finally, he looks up. "Yes, I drink blood," he says. "I drink blood just like any other bloodsucker--it's just that I don't need it to live. I need it for energy, sure, but I ain't alive anymore, so I don't need food. I ain't gonna fuckin' starve if I can't get a meal."
As he speaks, Salvatore feels an uncomfortable twinge in his gut, long-gone hunger pangs of the past digging their teeth in as he remembers what it felt like. For nearly ten years, he'd rotted away in that basement, feeling every second of the starvation while never being granted the relief of death.
Abruptly, Salvatore rips himself out of those memories, bringing his glass to his lips and taking a long swig of his scotch. It burns going down his throat, but he hardly registers that anymore. Then, he slams it back down on the table, perhaps a tad too harshly.
"Point is," Salvatore drawls, feigning nonchalance as he turns his head back to look up at Rowan, "I drink blood, yeah. I ain't exactly special compared to the other bloodsucking leeches out there." Salvatore falls quiet after that, deciding he'd rather let the subject drop. A moment later, though, he supposes it's only fair if he asks a question in turn.
"And you?" he says, smiling wryly. "Know you've mentioned drinkin' blood before--is it the same for you? Or can you substitute somethin' else now and then?"
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waitingonavision · 2 years
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How do you think Bruno and the family would feel if he gained a bunch of muscle like in the muscly fanart some people make of him instead of chub?
Anon. Anon. Anon. It would be a nightmare. (*Félix voice*)
I am joking—I appreciate the thought experiment. But I am also Not joking. 😭 Here are two vignettes. Or one vignette and a few headcanons...? CW for mentions of starvation and malnutrition.
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“¡Oye, hermano! You’re looking good!”
Bruno starts a little and pivots in the direction of the familiar voice. The bottom of his shirt is still pulled up to about chest level, lowered from where he was just dabbing at some sweat on his nose.
“Wha-?”
Félix is shaking his head at his cuñado. “Abs, bro. You got abs!”
Still holding on to his shirt, Bruno looks down at himself. There, where his stomach was once concave, then distended due to malnutrition, is instead a column of defined muscle.
“Um,” he replies eloquently, covering himself up. Even this small amount of attention is unnerving. The truth is, he’d already detected a change in his physique. Just, not processed it or really known how to feel about it. And none of the family’s been able to comment until now, lean as he still is... and difficult as it is to see anything that stays hidden under a large ruana.
“Y-yeah. Er, thanks.” He gestures like it’s no big deal but adds (making a too big a leap where Pepa’s concerned): “...Hey, don’t... say anything to my sisters yet, okay?”
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Julieta is used to the softening effects of her abundant cooking. She was very much hoping that would happen for her brother too; she also feels the deepest relief that he’s no longer suffering from starvation.
Antonio likes to rest his head against a pillow or a stuffed animal during story time. Especially after discovering that the firm planes of his Tío Bruno’s torso aren’t conducive to snuggling.
Bruno wonders if this is how he’s supposed look: a man in his fifties with sinewy muscle. His family just wants him to be healthy. Is this really what it means for him to be healthy?
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Day 21: Shackled
Trying to fill all Febuwhump prompts with exactly 100 word drabbles.
Warnings: Starvation, amputation mention, chains
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The bread. He had to get the bread before someone came to take it away again.
For one exhausted, surreal moment he forgot his hand was missing. He lifted his arm to reach for the bread, staring blindly at the stump poking out between tattered fabric. The pain and despair came crashing down on him all at once. He couldn’t reach it. It was there, so close, and he couldn’t fucking reach it.
He struggled against the chain, trying to get closer. It was useless. A small trail of blood ran down his wrist as he sank to the ground.
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mercuryholixx · 1 year
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"But these diet foods have existed in Japanese cultural cuisine for centuries!" bitch I guarantee you if any culture ate your low-calorie shit noodles in any significant capacity for any significant time they would've starved to death. STOP using minorities to uphold diet culture and stop using historical revisionism to push a diet food that could actually KILL you you nasty fucking racists
And no amount of trying to convince me it "really was a staple food for many years!" is going to convince me of that because it's just NOT POSSIBLE. The ideal caloric intake to avoid adverse health effects is not only in reality 500 calories or more over what's "recommended" but you are NOT going to be able to reach even a survivable amount of calories eating a food that's designed to fill you up with only a few calories
Shut the fuck up and think critically. "In the nicest way possible"
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starsallalight · 8 months
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@encntada : Dom & Ella
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"Really, Ella, it's alright." Dom insisted, putting the box on the table. "I've plenty to eat. I want you to have it. Please, take it? For me?"
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fictionkinfessions · 28 days
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Wow thanks kin gods.! I didnt quite need to remember that I had to watch one of my kits die to fading kitten sydrome while also watching the rest of their litter starve to death. Haha. So fun.
- ferncloud [warrior cats] fictive
x
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pandorem · 2 years
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Me: I’m actually not used to engaging with tragedy much, especially long form tragedy, I fall in love with characters too easily and want them to have a happy ending. I am just a BABY can’t everyone see I need a happy ending??? 🥺
Also me: what if the eyepocalypse never happened and Jon and Martin just stayed at the Scottish safe house but it became increasingly clear that paper statements wouldn’t be able to keep sustaining Jon and it was definitely a need and not an addiction. And so they had to choose between hurting people or letting Jon waste away and Martin be at risk of being lost to the lonely again to keep to their morals. So they have their happy Scottish honeymoon but they know it has a time limit even without Jonah still around. Either they hold out to their ideals not to hurt anyone else but it’s still a tragedy or they have to choose to do harm in order to save themselves. I need the moment where Martin in particular realizes that there is no ethical consumption under eldritch fear gods and he has to watch his love waste away or get him to do what everyone previously condemned him for. What then???????
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