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are they stupid on purpose

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it pisses me off the way that people treat fat people in art. like theres always some person in the comments of a post like "they look so huggable ☺️" SHUT THE FUCK UP.

fat people aren't just huggable. not just soft. GET REAL.

fat people are HOT. fat people are BEAUTIFUL. GODLIKE IN THEIR RADIANCE.

I LOVE FAT BITCHES‼️🗣️🔥🙏

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Suspicious Man

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Business minded indivuduals

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i dont even know anymroe

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❤️🙏

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Real world tip: there are rocks on the beach that will make you old.

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is psychopomp girl single…asking for a friend

AND ready to mingle!

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Real world tip: there are rocks on the beach that will make you old.

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call me a drunk driver cuz im crashing this fucking car

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people be like "i'm autistic and i love autistic people neurotypicals don't get us!" and then immediately turn around and hate someone who is autistic for being "too weird" and doesnt know how to read social cues and makes jokes that are hard to decipher from being jokes. because. yknow. being unable to read social cues and struggling with tone. get your fucking shit together.

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Four Days.

(Gigi x Flutter angst)

This is my first angst so be nice to me pls dandy world fandom🙏🙏

Four days.

Four days since her life was ripped out from underneath her.

No warning. No theatrics. No final words to hold onto. Just a blur of movement, a flash of inky black and then—Flutter was gone.

They had been so close. The last machine was completed. The run should have been a success. Gigi remembered the sound of footsteps pounding against the floor, the way Flutter’s wings thrashed desperately as they bolted for the elevator. The others were ahead. Safety was just within reach.

Gigi had made it inside.

Flutter hadn’t.

The twisted came out of nowhere. A blur of jagged limbs. A sickening crunch. The door slammed shut.

No time to react. No way to stop it. No way to go back.

Four days.

Gigi stayed in Flutter’s room, curled up in the quiet space. It still smelled like her. She hadn’t left. Hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t cared. Food, water, extraction runs—none of it mattered anymore.

Nothing fucking mattered anymore.

Out there, in the real world, everything was empty. The moment she stepped outside, she’d have to remember. She’d have to accept it. That the last four days weren’t just a bad dream.

So she stayed.

The pastel purple diary rested in her hands—the one Flutter could never write in alone. Gigi had always been her hands. Guiding the pen, shaping her words. Now, all she could do was trace the worn leather, the tiny pink lock, fingers dragging over every ridge and imperfection.

It was meaningless. A useless gesture.

It wouldn’t bring her back.

Nothing would.

A rhythmic thumping flooded the unbearably empty room. A knock at the door.

Just a courtesy. They knew it was unlocked. Gigi never got the chance to lock it.

After what happened, she had sat in her own room for a while, hollow and shaking, before grabbing Flutter’s spare key—the one she had entrusted her with.

Then, without thinking, she fled here.

Flutter’s room hadn’t changed.

Same walls. Same decorations. Same messy, hot-pink pile of blankets on the bed. Like none of it had happened.

Like Flutter was still alive.

Gigi threw herself onto the blankets and sobbed. And sobbed. And sobbed.

Every breath was a reminder.

Flutter’s scent filled her airways as she practically strangled herself pressing her face into the covers, muffling her cries. It only made it worse. The pain folded in on itself, looping, repeating, circling back over and over.

There was no way out.

There never will be.

The door handle twisted. Delicate. Cautious. The quiet creak of metal hinges sliced through the suffocating silence.

“Gigi, dear…?”

A voice—soft, careful, familiar.

Gigi didn’t answer.

The door eased open, slow and hesitant.

“Darling, I brought you some tea and some dinner…”

A hush of careful footsteps. A porcelain clink against the bedside table.

Gigi didn’t move.

She lay curled on her side, back to the door. She didn’t want to look. She wasn’t sure if she even could.

Every last drop of energy, of will, of anything had drained from her the moment she lost Flutter.

Even turning her head felt impossible.

“Honey, you look famished… You really should eat something. We’re worried about you.”

…

“Cosmo and Sprout made your favorite. I even made you iced tea…”

…

“...I don’t know if I can.”

The words barely left her throat.

For a moment, Teagan’s face brightened—the tiniest flicker of hope, just hearing Gigi’s voice. But then the words set in, and the flicker faded into an even deeper frown.

She stood beside the bed, brows furrowed, looking down at the curled-up husk of the funny, mischievous red capsule she once knew.

“Oh, honey…”

It hurt.

Seeing Gigi like this—a ghost of herself, crushed under the weight of her loss—it was almost unbearable. Everyone had felt Flutter’s death, but no one had taken it as hard as Gigi.

“May I sit?”

…

A small grunt of something resembling approval was all Gigi could muster. Even if she had the energy, she wasn’t sure her voice would even work.

Her vocal cords were torn from the screaming, the sobbing, the strain.

Teagan lowered herself gently onto the edge of the bed, turning slightly to face the broken gachapon.

Gigi lay there, motionless.

Tear-stained face. Dark, sunken eyes. A vacant stare into the empty room, her arms wrapped around Flutter’s diary, clutching it close to her stomach. Her fingers twitched against the leather, rubbing absentmindedly along the cover’s edge.

“Darling, I… We… We all miss her. I know this is hard for you.”

Teagan reached out, placing a hand on Gigi’s leg—a small, understanding gesture.

“But you need to keep going. Please eat something. It doesn’t have to be a lot, just… just try for me, okay? We love you, Gigi. We need you here.”

A lump built in her throat. She tried to bargain, to plead.

Gigi didn’t move.

…

Silence.

Finally, Gigi sluggishly pulled away from Teagan’s touch.

“No.”

Strained. Weak. Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

“You… you don’t get it. None—NONE of you understand.”

Her vocal cords strained, raw from overuse.

“She… I… I didn’t get it at first. I guess I took her for granted, I– I don’t know, but—she was my life. She was what got me out of bed in the morning. She was what I looked forward to in this— this FUCKED place…”

Her body shook as she choked out the words, still staring into nothing.

“M-My Fl-Flutter…”

Her breath caught, choking her words into a stutter.

“My life, I—I can’t—”

She squeezed the diary tighter, curling in on herself.

“She—she was my love, my—”

A strangled gasp.

“I—I never told her—I never—”

Her voice cracked, dissolving into breathless sobs.

“She didn’t know—she’ll never—I can’t—”

Her body quivered, fingers clenching around the diary like it was the only thing keeping her from falling to pieces.

“I need her, I need her, I need you—”

She wasn’t talking to Teagan anymore.

She wasn’t talking to anyone.

She was talking to her, to Flutter. To a ghost that wasn’t there.

Teagan swallowed hard.

“I’m so sorry, Gigi, I—I’ll check in later, okay? Please take care of yourself. We love you. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Teagan slowly pushed herself to her feet, retracing her steps toward the door.

Her fingers brushed the handle. She hesitated.

One last glance back. One last chance to say something—anything—to fix this.

But there was nothing left to say.

The door clicked shut behind her.

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as a trans woman this is so real. obviously this is a very different experience but. its the same kind of genre so. anyways i was never super against??? being masculine or whatever?? but i just never really had a liking to how my clothes fit. didnt like my body. didnt like my face. didnt like the way my hips were a little bigger and a little more fat on my chest. i thought maybe it was my weight and i was insecure about that. then i realized i was trans, and then suddenly the curves and fat didn't bother me anymore. the fat on my chest that i thought previously was ugly (under the impression i was wanting to be a man) was now something i actually LIKED about my body. crazy how that realization can just. flip a switch.

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like to charge, reblog to cast <3

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A translation of the short story about Marina and Acht featured in Bancala Walker has been completed! You can read it here:

Thanks to @3600frames and @mossible for transcribing the story and @rassicas for editing.

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wow they're so cool I wonder what they look like without the visor