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jsyk if you weigh more than 400lbs i love you and think you're sexy

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i think a woman who's a furry counts as queer by default even if cishet. a male furry? fuck man i've seen gay furry guys who explicitly weren't queer

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Day 6: Bloat

Ace had made his way to the kitchen, still dressed in his femboy attire, belly hanging to his thighs as he wiggled his fingers in delight. He'd been snacking as per usual, but well… if he was going to blow up whether he ate all day or ran laps, why wouldn't he indulge in the former?

Protein bars and rations, snack cakes and cookies, Ace showed no discrimination in his indulgence. He hadn't binged in a good long while, and this was certainly causing more of those mixed up emotions. His arm warmers were completely rolled down at this point, looking more like fuzzy bracelets than anything else, and his belly bulged out obscenely from the overwhelming bloat that came from the deluge of food. 

There was a virtually endless amount to choose from, the station’s onboard computer replacing empty cabinets with new contents as soon as the doors were closed. At this point he was making a game of it, making loops around the dimly lit kitchen as he continued to try new things he'd been eyeing for a while. 

This continued well on into the night, and eventually he found himself seated on a chair by a kitchen island, paws planted firmly on the floor, gut gurgling as it processed the load within. “oogh… oh I definitely overdid it…” despite the words and feelings of exhaustion, Ace still had a smile on his face as he said that. 

The distinct hissing sound of one of the automatic doors opening sounded as Red entered the room, the blue feathered Phoenix yawning and stretching before turning on the nearby light and freezing when she did so.

She caught full sight of the scene unfolding in her kitchen, the bloated fox sitting with his gut wobbling in the air, packed tight as he raised a hefty forearm to cover his eyes. Discarded wrappers littered the counter top, none of them having been properly marked as trash for automatic disposal. It was nice living on such an advanced station, but when people couldn't even do the bare minimum…

Red stomped over to Ace, her hand smacking against his belly with a resounding thud as he suddenly jolted upright. “Uuurrrpp!! H-hey, what's the big idea?!”

“I should be asking you that! You're in here making an absolute pig of yourself, and you can't even be bothered to keep it clean? Like it's hard or something? I saw you, looking all sleepy, you were just gonna sit there, pass out, or waddle back to your room without doing a damn thing about the mess you made.” Red seemed genuinely upset at Ace, which was definitely catching him off guard.

“Mff… well consider it pay back for what you did to me.” Ace groaned, rubbing at his gut, eyes blearily squinting against the overhead light. 

“What the hell did I do to you to warrant this behavior?” Her question was flat and straightforward, not ringed with a teasing tone Ace might have expected.

“Uh, that thing you did that caused this? Ya know, while we were hanging out…?” Ace tried to pantomime shooting a finger gun, but stopped midway to massage his belly some more.

“I have no fucking clue what you're talking about fat ass. But I'm not letting you off the hook easy. If you're hungry, you should have said so, cause you're getting my dessert whether you like it or not.”

She stormed past Ace, who turned to look at her with mounting concern. It was bad enough that she was acting like she forgot the inciting incident, but the last thing Ace actually wanted to do was eat anything else. “H-hold on, I'm seriously full, you uh, can see how much I've been eating.”

“Oh I sure can, didn't you just buy that stuff yesterday or something? And you're already outgrowing it. Appetite's out of control. But don't worry, I've got you covered.” The sound of the blender whirring to life definitely made Ace jump, or at least bounce.

“I-I’m telling you it's your fault!” Ace whined, before slumping back once more, already regretting his choice of words. If she did know what he was talking about, doubling down would only entrench her further. But as he sat there, the horrible realization that she might not actually know what he was talking about grew on him.

He checked his chest again, and though the chest had blossomed into an impressive bosom, he couldn't find any traces of a bullet or dart there. What he did find was Red appearing before him again, a pitcher in one hand, and a funnel with connected tube in the other. She glowered but grinned,  thumping his belly with the back of her hand. “I know you're bull shitting me cause of it was my fault, you'd know. Like this-” She grabbed his chubby cheeks, and stuffed the hose down his maw, clamping it shut with one hand as the other hefted up the pitcher, a small ring of ice holding the funnel up. 

Ace watched fearfully as she brought the heavy pitcher to the funnel and poured it in, thick creamy sludge filling the empty tube, before it all hit his tongue. He really was full, so he didn't even swallow at first, but suddenly Red was rubbing his throat, and he couldn't help it. One strained gulp gave way to a rhythmic process. His belly creaked as it slowly bloated larger still… 

Slowly, his eyes drifted closed… 

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Day 5: Activity

Went with a more explicit reading of this prompt. The "activity" mentioned is the arousal of the situation, in case that's not clear. I skipped day 4 cause I just wasn't feeling it, but I still referenced that prompt "shopping" which in my mind still happened as part of the sequence.

Day 5: activity

Ace was back in his room, decked out in the clothes his friends had helped him pick out yesterday. Of course, they’d decided on a decidedly feminine outfit, the kind of clothing Ace loved to be dolled up in.It normally lead to him feeling frisky and fun, but today, it was causing a different swelling of emotions.

Deep down, he’d known that buying new clothes was a fool’s errand considering the bullet he’d been struck with, but that didn’t stop him from leaning into it. The new clothes that had been custom matched to his weight yesterday was already starting to dig into his fattening body. The thigh high socks, already quite large to accommodate the thickness of said thighs, rolled down to his knees every time he adjusted himself too much. The same was true for the long striped arm warmers, which seemed to want to bunch up around his elbow.

The cami crop top he’d gotten, knowing full well his belly was only going to get bigger, fit snuggly around his blooming chest, giving more of an impression of an actual bust at the top, while a hint of underboob spilled out from beneath.

Ace whimpered slightly as he laid in his bed, looking at himself in the mirror he’d pulled up overhead. His paws trailed over his softened features, squishing into it at various points, inspecting the newly formed rolls of dough that framed his body.

So far this whole thing had mostly just been annoying, but laying here, dolled up and on display, his heart was racing. A fire stirred within him, and he couldn’t help but adjust the panties he wore, that would probably also be too small, if not by tomorrow than the next day.

He hefted his belly up, letting it drop down once again. It didn’t exactly hang yet… didn’t reach over the waistband of the panties, and for some reason that disappointed him. Hauling himself up and out of bed, he adjusted his thigh highs and arm warmers again, despite knowing that they were going to slide out of position again in a few minutes, and headed off towards the kitchen. He really needed a snack…

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Fattytober Day 3: Walk

Ace goes for a little walk, and encounters his friends. This one was written in an absolute haze right before midnight, I didn't proof read it or anything, it's just going up raw. Forget that stuff I said before, bellies are where it's at.

Day 3: Walk

Ace typically spent his days holed up in the communal archive, immersed in tomes on the lore and history of the Demesne, as well as honing his magical abilities through study of theory. At least, that was the idea. In truth, Ace’s attention span often wavered, and so he would nestle into all that material and distract himself by scrolling through his phone instead.

He’d been wrapped up in that for the past few hours, but eventually, he let out a yawn that shook the shelves and stretched. “Ugh… I’ve been in here…” He glanced down at his phone again and winced, rubbing his eyes as he did so. “All day. I should take a walk or something. Get a snack…”

He pulled himself upright, a brisk mage hand putting a few of his amassed materials away, though only partially. He’d be back before too long, and even if he wasn’t exactly being productive, it was still important to him to at least seem like that was the case.

Ace’s jaunt saw him leaving the library and stepping out into the brisk autumn air of the simulated outdoors. Living on a space station, it was deemed important that all of the crew would be able to experience the great outdoors, even if only in simulation. Many of their individual rooms served this function as well, but the courtyard had the added benefit of being a properly communal space.

Yawning again, Ace reached two digits into the air, summoning the atmospheric interface to try and turn the simulated sun off, but met with an error message instead. Quick commands being turned off could only mean that he wasn’t the only person wandering through the simulated fall. To actually change it he’d need to interface with the panel directly, but that was quite a faux pas when it was safe to consider the first person who entered had probably set the specifics to their taste.

Curious who could be taking a sunlit stroll in the middle of the night, Ace began to wander around until he heard the faint sound of voices. Heading towards them, Ace was surprised to see Avery again, no longer in their miniscule gecko form, but in their proper lizard demi god glory. Any inherent majesty Avery wielded was undercut by them once again walking around with a clipboard in hand, this time taking dictated notes from a tall maned wolf.

Ace noted that Glenn was also looking quite a bit softer than normal, but it wasn’t too much of a surprise. He’d been experimenting with existing at a larger size after all. Ace didn’t exactly have anything to say, and his curiosity had been sated, so he decided he’d just walk past them and offer a polite greeting.

As he lined up with their trajectory, Ace gave a small two finger salute as he casually passed by. Glenn whispered something into Avery’s ear, who began to focus more intensely on an empty spot. It was a somewhat confusing and conspiritorial display, but Ace understood the significance of it when they finally crossed paths, and as they did so, Avery casually reached out and grabbed the lower hem of Ace’s hoodie, pulling it down.

Ace hadn’t been expecting to be touched, which was already strange, but such a motion… Ace quickly grabbed the hem himself as his tail fluffed out behind him and Glenn spoke. “Your belly was hanging out. I doubt it was intentional, you should find a hoodie that fits a bit better.”

“Oh come on, you know it’s rude to point that out, and besides, I don’t…-” Ace paused, face heating up beneath his fur as he tried and failed to pull his hoodie down once again. Instead he pulled it up, revealing that the slim and flat abdomen he’d been honing had puffed out into a small mound of fat. Nothing grandiose, but enough to gently fold over the waistband of his shorts, and more noticeably, caused his top to not cover him all the way.

Whenever he was this thin, he liked to dress in clothes that were tailored just so, which had the draw back of making even small changes to his figure notable. Well, it certainly didn’t seem all that small as he tugged on his hoodie again as if that would just get rid of the mound of pudge. “Ok, maybe I am getting a bit of a belly, but it’s just cause… nnn.. Nevermind…”

Glenn laughed aloud, clearly amused by the flustering his command had caused, and approached Ace himself. His long dextrous fingers slid up and under Ace’s hoodie, gripping his whole belly in a gentle squeeze. “Perhaps a few too many snacks at the library? It’s a good look, don’t worry about it.”

The sudden squeeze and teasing made Ace’s head swim just a bit, head shaking as he stammered to come up with a response, but the pair were already moving forward, laughing between themselves and discussing their plans.

Ace huffed, stomping off in the opposite direction… now he was really craving a snack.

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Day 2: Just a little bit

We continue exploring Ace's slow methodical gains. I wanted to focus on other sections of the body this time. For me, the belly is always a big highlight, so I tend to zoom in on that, but for a lot of gains, it starts with a general thickening instead of pooling in the gut, so yeah! I did write this on the 2nd but I'm only getting around to uploading it now, oops

Day 2: just a little bit

Ace shot up with a start, looking around the dim room he called home. The curtains were still pulled, and all the lights were off, but a small red glyph informed him that it was 6 am. His paw raised and searched his chest for the mark that would have been left by Red’s shot, but so far he couldn't feel anything. 

The thought had of course occured to Ace that yesterday had just been a dream. A weight gain bullet that leaves no mark, and specifically fattens you up over the course of 31 days? Ace had seen some niche and miraculous items but that just sounded too far fetched. Getting out of his bunk bed silently, to avoid waking the sprawled out Fox who slept beneath him, he grabbed his phone and approached the nearby mirror.

His eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark, but in order to speed up the process, he shined the light from his phone on his body. He looked the same as he ever did, a slender and subtly toned fox body with a nice healthy layer of shiny silver fur. His base form was quite unassuming, which was by design. Ace had picked this form in particular a long time ago, and it felt comfortable to be in.

Turning around, he looked at himself side on, noting that his belly didn't stick out at all, though his rump was rather plump… had it always been that big? 

“I swear if this all goes to my ass…” he grumbled, grabbing a pair of shorts and sticking his legs into them. He wasn't all that familiar with his body, he had no real interest in his thin frame for anything beyond an aesthetic framework, and almost always covered himself up with a few layers of clothing. Which made the fact that the shorts squeezed his thighs so tightly come out of left field. 

“What the…” he looked closer again, and this time, with fresh eyes, he was noticing things. Sure, he hasn't surged out a gut overnight, but his body was… thicker. When he pulled on his hoodie from yesterday, it still fit, but just a bit tighter, especially around the arms. Biting at his lip, ace quickly exited his room, slumping down in the monochrome hallway of his home as he let out a large sigh. 

As Ace sat down, clearing their head, a familiar set of footsteps began to approach. They sat upright, and saw a small orange gecko with distinctive fox ears approaching. 

Despite the blindfold they wore, Avery moved with comfort and precision, looking down at a clipboard board which they held at an angle as if they were showing it to someone looking over their shoulder.

Smiling sheepishly, Ace figured it'd be a decent idea to ask for some assistance, and waved to the approaching lizard hybrid. “Hey Avery! Uh, yesterday…” Their words trailed off as Avery stopped in the hallway and looked at him. 

Internally, Ace growled in frustration. Of course the bullet or else Red herself had placed a curse on him to prevent him from talking about it. Undoubtedly the idea was that it would be more embarrassing if he couldn't pin it on someone else. Still, maybe he just felt too silly to bring it up… 

Avery tapped their foot paw against the floor a few times, waiting for Ace to continue. “Yesterday?”

“Oh! Right, forget about that. Hey uh…you're like real perceptive and stuff right? Have I been gaining weight?” Ace stood up fully, holding their arms out and giving a brief spin. He wasn't exactly sure what Avery’s point of view was, so he tried to show off all angles. 

“I mean, compared to the stuff I usually see, no?” Avery’s brow furrowed as they stared into space. “Maybe just a little bit. Hard to say. You do look hungry. I don't know how else to put it, something about you is giving me prey animal desperate to indulge.” Avery shrugged. “Did you need anything else?”

It was a suitably cryptic response for the mysterious administrative assistant, so Ace didn't pay it too much mind. At least he tried to. “I'm not trying to get bigger or anything, just curious if I look like I'd been gaining.”

“Oh. Well a bit. You're looking softer.” Avery shrugged and continued on their way, as Ace felt his tail flicking around behind him, raising up his hoodie and pressing his paws into his relatively flat middle.

“Maybe this isn't gonna go anywhere…”

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Fattytober Day 1: Something New

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58305134/

the premise of the prompt list I saw said to focus on ONE character. Over the course of the month. Steadily growing fatter. I've never done that before. I've always liked weight gain sequences, I love the idea of a character getting fatter over time, but it's not something I've ever really tried to produce myself. But well, here we are. The first episode's definitely a bit meta, and I talk about this very subject within. The main character, and the one who'll be getting fatter over the course of the month, is Ace! Beloved Ace, our system's resident femboy. there's definitely gonna be gender stuff down the line, but for now, I've rambled enough. This one isn't even a full 1k words, and I'm aiming for around 2 pages each, which should end up with, logically, 31k and 62 pages, which uh, is a lot! but not when you do it one day at a time i guess? we'll see. Maybe I'll write a novel in November while I'm at it :U Day 1: Something New

“So you’ve never done that sort of long form content before?” A blue avian sat in a comfortable office, opposite a slender fox. Their words clearly stirred up some level of agitation in their conversational partner. 

“Don’t call it content! But no, we’ve never really experimented with it. You know, rapid gains, quick feedback, Swelling out of your clothes, that sort of thing is where the money’s at. Having a character gain slowly over an extended course of time is something that’s better left to a time skip if you ask me. Besides, what would we even write about? There would need to be a narrative, I can’t imagine the mind numbing minutia of slowly fattening a character and just describing them a few pounds fatter each time. I mean really, more pronounced changes-” “I’m gonna cut you off there.” The bird sighed, shaking their head and tapping their taloned fingers against the clipboard they were working with. “I can understand your misgivings. Like you’ve said, we’ve never done long form Narrative Arcs-” They made air quotes and rolled their eyes as they said it. “But the whole point is to try something new, get out of your comfort zone. You know. It’s no different from saying “I could make a pollock” when you’ve never even touched a canvas before. You hate that sentiment, so why shy away from the challenge.

The silver furred fox glowered at the comparison, huffing as they shifted in their seat. “That’s not a fair comparison. I never said I could write that sort of stuff.”

“But you won’t know until you try.” Red was smirking as they trotted the phrase out.

“You know I’ve been seeing a lot of discourse about the ‘do it scared’ mantra-” As Ace tried to derail the subject, Red interrupted by withdrawing a small pistol and shooting the silver fox right in his chest. 

Silence hung in the room as Ace’s eyes trembled, startled by the loud BANG that rang out. First they looked down at their chest, no pain, but maybe that was just shock? They raised their paw and touched the spot that had been hit, but found no blood or anything. “What the, FUCK! Not funny, what the hell Red?” As Ace shot up from their seat, the blue bird just laughed it off.

“I know what you’d been thinking. ‘Long form weight gain stories where the character simply eats a lot of lives a sedentary life style is antithetical to my political views about how weight gain and excersize are political entities, blah blah blah. Nobody’s coming here for that! But I know your silly shield of ethics would prevent you from working this angle, so I came up with a fun solution that I know you’ll love.”

Ace immediately began to feel around under their hoodie, knowing a dart or something was surely sticking into them right now. “S-So what, you just shoot me with a weight gain gun and I get fat? That’s hardly a long form arc!” An electric sensation began to spread through Ace’s body, ears twitching and tail swishing in anticipation for the waves of euphoria that were likely to follow. 

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? Familiar territory and all. Well, no such luck, foxy boy. You are right, I did shoot you with a weight gain dart. A long form, slowly acting, weight gain dart. It’ll run its course in a month. Exactly 31 days actually.”

The anticipation Ace had built up… well at first it felt like it vanished, but instead it lingered, in a most horrifying way. The adrenaline rush of oncoming expansion died down, but instead they focused on their body and found no immediate stimuli to react to. Ace wasn’t above admitting they liked to be fattened up, but it had always been a rather bombastic affair… And being caught was always the fun part, the moment you slip up and your predator has their way with you, despite your best efforts. 

Being shot point blank in the middle of a conversation did feel a bit like a cop out to the thrill seeking fox, but at the same time, they saw the framework of a mental battlefield laid out before them. “I bet you think you’re so clever for that one.”

“Hey, you could have come up with something else. Like a fresh splash of paint on a prospective imitation of a pollock, I quite literally fired the first shot to motivate you. You’re free to retaliate, use whatever of Cecil’s magic or your mask or any other silly trick up your sleeve, you could even try and beat me at my own game and fatten yourself up by an arbitrarily large amount, but that dart would still be in your system delivering slow burn narrative tension.

The point is, we’re trying something new here. I look forward to seeing 31 days of progress from you~ Session’s over, you’re free to do whatever, fight your fate, embrace it, concoct a multi stage epic trying to reverse the effects, maybe that one would be the best bet, you’ll probably end up pretty massive~ But that’s time, good luck~!” Red waved their feathery hands, beady red eyes flicking towards the door. “Don’t let it hit you on that big ‘ol ass on the way out!”

Ace, still standing from the little outburst earlier, slumped forward and began to leave. “Well… I do like some attention… SOME!” As they made their way out, they rubbed a wary paw over the seat of their pants… was it getting bigger already, or was he just imagining it?

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Fattytober prompts!

I ended up dropping the feedist kinktober thing from last year partway through, mostly due to my cat dying (RIP Dizzy) but I'm back and hopefully gonna be giving it another good shot. we'll see if I stick with it the whole way!

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Thinking my next piece will be a societal weight gain thing, been seeing those around

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Initiation

Have I mentioned that I set up a patreon? It's live now! You can sub! there's only 1 story uploaded there at this time, but I plan on having at least 1 paywalled story a month, as well as additional lore tidbits for the Demesne here and there.

Additionally, if you'd rather just see the story without subbing, I'll be uploading a preview on my FA page, and you can just leave a tip on my ko-fi and I'll email it directly to you.

Imitation is a story of a collegiate warrior trained on theory, thrust into the world of his personal heroes. When he finds out that the long standing company has little regard for the nutritional concepts he had drilled into his head during his college days, friction grows as he tries to figure out the secrets of the company of champions. Surely they're not so strong because they're so... bloated, right?

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I'VE GOT A PATREON NOW

I haven't gotten around to actually putting anything in there but honestly if you just wanna support me :pleading watery eyes: But yeah for real... I'm gonna be uploading some stuff, including a whole story!

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weightgaming really needs to go back to making gainjams last a month instead of 2 weeks. that is way too harsh of a deadline. everyone did great and i hope it wasnt too stressful

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Indispensable Curse

A feline knight takes her lord on a clandestine mission to get his cursed growth checked out. I return from the depths of burnout with a new Alter. This story was meant to focus on Lucian a bit more but he really was just kind of here for it. Diego's just an OC but Lucian is officially part of the brain crew, so that's fun! If you enjoyed it and want to support me in continuing this endeavor, a tip to https://ko-fi.com/ancocalcen would be super fucking nice :3 And if you're interested in commissioning me, send me an ask on tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/blog/anco-writes I do no have any other means of income and every little bit is amazingly helpful as I haven't had anything come in for a good long while. AGAIN, JUST FOR EMPHASIS, THIS IS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO ARE LIKE "I liked that, but it would be weird to comment" IT'S NOT WEIRD IT WILL MAKE MY DAY! Or maybe it is weird if that's what you're into, I know I love being weird.

If you don't want to go to FA for whatever reason, since tumblr won't let me make long posts anymore for some stupid fucking reason, you can go here instead

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Indispensable Curse

A feline knight takes her lord on a clandestine mission to get his cursed growth checked out. I return from the depths of burnout with a new Alter. This story was meant to focus on Lucian a bit more but he really was just kind of here for it. Diego's just an OC but Lucian is officially part of the brain crew, so that's fun! If you enjoyed it and want to support me in continuing this endeavor, a tip to https://ko-fi.com/ancocalcen would be super fucking nice :3 And if you're interested in commissioning me, send me an ask on tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/blog/anco-writes I do no have any other means of income and every little bit is amazingly helpful as I haven't had anything come in for a good long while. AGAIN, JUST FOR EMPHASIS, THIS IS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO ARE LIKE "I liked that, but it would be weird to comment" IT'S NOT WEIRD IT WILL MAKE MY DAY! Or maybe it is weird if that's what you're into, I know I love being weird.

If you don't want to go to FA for whatever reason, since tumblr won't let me make long posts anymore for some stupid fucking reason, you can go here instead

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Indispensable Curse

A feline knight takes her lord on a clandestine mission to get his cursed growth checked out. I return from the depths of burnout with a new Alter. This story was meant to focus on Lucian a bit more but he really was just kind of here for it. Diego's just an OC but Lucian is officially part of the brain crew, so that's fun! If you enjoyed it and want to support me in continuing this endeavor, a tip to https://ko-fi.com/ancocalcen would be super fucking nice :3 And if you're interested in commissioning me, send me an ask on tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/blog/anco-writes I do no have any other means of income and every little bit is amazingly helpful as I haven't had anything come in for a good long while. AGAIN, JUST FOR EMPHASIS, THIS IS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO ARE LIKE "I liked that, but it would be weird to comment" IT'S NOT WEIRD IT WILL MAKE MY DAY! Or maybe it is weird if that's what you're into, I know I love being weird.

If you don't want to go to FA for whatever reason, since tumblr won't let me make long posts anymore for some stupid fucking reason, you can go here instead