Sketchy Sketches
I have a bunch of half-baked TK art that I never really finished, they're mostly vent art so they're a little dead dove flavoured, lol, I'll put them under a cut, please mind the warnings!
(TW for blood, death, injury, implied eating disorder, CW for nudity and of course, tied up TK)
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✨ED rules✨
500 calorie limit, 600 on period.
anything over 500 must be purged
cookies, cake, ice cream, etc, must be purged even if below limit
at least 8000 steps a day but go for more
try to fast or at least liquid fast 1 time a week
Sundays are metabolism days 1500 calorie limit
TAKE VITAMINS
count everything including drinks, gum, and vitamins
purge as little as possible
keep calm, this shit takes time
these are my rules, not general rules. feel free to follow if you want, but I do discourage it. be safe, do what's best for you💚
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I was arguing about this with one of my friends and we decided to bring this yo you: do you prefer “If I’m not as starving as I was on the streets then I’m not hungry and I won’t eat” as a trope OR “I will overeat whenever I even feel any symptoms aligned with hunger bc I don’t want to feel like I’m starving again”
tw for talk of disordered eating/implied eating disorders
anon this is such a valid argument to have because i really like both of these tropes and they work great for certain types of characters...i really love the first one for Akutagawa for example and really, he does canonically act/think this way and I like the second one for Atsushi because he tries to push himself away from his past so much whereas Akutagawa seems to punish himself with it 💔💔 i like to imagine people around Atsushi help him out of that mindset but Akutagawa is so stubborn i think it would take a lot to get through to him on that front
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Something was amiss, Zoe knew that when she woke up in the middle of the night and found the spot beside her on the bed empty. The soft purple glow of the lava lamp sitting on the dresser gave off enough light for her to see Mia had managed to slip out of bed undetected, and the realization stirred up the anxiety in her stomach. She knew it was ridiculous to assume the worst, but it didn’t keep her mind from racing with all kinds of ideas. Ideas she tried to shove to the back of her mind as she pushed herself out of bed and made her way towards the slightly ajar door.
Zoe pushed it open more. There weren’t any other lights on within the apartment, and the southerner tensed with the noise of rustling from the darkness. She swallowed, paranoia pushing her to once again imagine the worst.
It probably was just Mia rustling around.
But what if it wasn’t?
What if it was Mama, or Daddy, or Lucas, or… her?
Or what if it was Mia, but it was her Mia?
That thought probably scared Zoe the most. Flashes of hiding from Mia as she stumbled through the Baker Home plagued her mind as she stared into the darkness of the apartment hall.
”Zoe, come out… Evie has a gift for you…”
”I know you’re mad… Come out! Come out so we can talk, sweetheart!”
”GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE, GODDAMN IT!”
”Zoe, please….”
The memories sent a shiver down her spine, and, perhaps out of the deep rooted fear, she backtracked a moment and gingerly picked up the metal baseball bat propped up near the bed. More as a precaution than anything else. Even if it wasn’t something horrific, it was good to be prepared. With a long inhale she stepped out into the hallway, bat gripped in both hands, eyes trying to scan the dark to see if she could spot any sign of her missing companion.
The rustling got louder as she approached the main room of the apartment. Hesitantly, she peered around the corner. In the small kitchenette she spotted the silhouette, lit up by the moon shining in through the window. It was hunched over the counter, back turned to the woman as she slowly started to approach it.
Then she paused.
“Mia?”
The older woman jumped as Zoe flipped the lights on in the small kitchen, eyes wide as they stared at one another. Zoe raised an eyebrow at the sight of her girlfriend, half naked, and mouth full of a peanut butter sandwich, the rest of which was quickly dropped onto the counter. Mia straightened, the surprise on her face suddenly turning into something much more fearful. Zoe started to approach the other woman, only pausing when Mia began to press herself against the counter, letting out a small whimper. She sank to the floor, knees to her chest as she wrapped her arms around herself. Zoe pursed her lips, looking between the discarded food on the counter, and the woman on the floor.
“You…. snuck out of bed…. to make a sandwich?”
Mia simply whimpered again, arms tightening around herself when Zoe took another step towards her. She looked so small as she buried her face in her knees. So scared. Her entire body was tense, like a child bracing for the next hit from their father’s belt. Zoe’s chest tightened, gently setting the baseball bat on the floor as she knelt in front of the woman. She gently touched Mia’s arm, earning a sharp inhale and a flinch.
A quiet sigh escaped Zoe as she rubbed Mia’s arm with her thumb. “It’s alright, hun. I ain’t gonna hurt you….” She stated softly, though it didn’t get Mia to look at her. She chewed the inside of her cheek. “Heck… this is… uh…. actually a good thing.” She tried to reassure. Mia peered up at her through a curtain of hair. “Yeah… Yeah! You came out here, and you got food all on your own. Without me havin’ to hound you at all.” Zoe gave her a small smile. “It might not seem like a lot, but… this is good, Mia. This is progress.”
Mia lifted her head up more, allowing Zoe to cup her cheek.
“This is good.” She repeated, running her thumb along Mia’s cheek. “You’re doin’ so good….”
The older woman pursed her lips for a moment before leaning her head into the touch. They stayed like that for a moment, before Zoe took Mia by her hands and stood, pulling her girlfriend from the fetal position she’d been in. Mia shifted on her feet, hesitating before taking Zoe’s arm and tapping on her wrist.
“S-o-r-r-y. R-e-a-l-l-y-h-u-n-g-r-y”
Zoe chuckled a bit. “I would imagine…” She chewed the inside of her cheek again, watching Mia hesitantly glance towards the other half of her sandwich. “Actually… I could use a bit of a midnight snack myself, anyway.”
She slipped out of Mia’s hand, moving to the other side of the small kitchen and digging through the cupboard until she pulled out a granola bar. The other watched her as she peeled the wrapper off and took a bite from it. Turning back to Mia, she nodded her head at the sandwich half.
“Better eat it before I do.” She joked.
Mia gave the smallest amused huff, but quickly grabbed the sandwich and started stuffing what she could into her mouth, and Zoe laughed a bit while telling her to slow down so she wouldn’t choke. She couldn’t say this was exactly the direction she thought Mia’s recovery would go, but she also supposed midnight snacking was better than nothing at all.
Part of her just hoped it wouldn’t become a habit.
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