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Send me 😩 to catch my muse throwing up.

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Reblog if your muse is insecure about their body/weight.

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Someone has insulted my muse’s body for being either too fat, too thin, too short, too tall etc. Send me “Don’t listen to them.” for my muse’s reaction.

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insecurity / body image starters

this meme contains triggering material such as mention of body image issues

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” “How often do I need to tell you how amazing you look, before you’ll believe me?” “I’m honestly one of the dumbest people alive.” “I can’t do anything right.” “I look so fat in this. I look fat in everything.” “I can’t eat that, it’ll make me even fatter than I already am.” “You can treat yourself every once in a while. A cupcake isn’t going to kill you!” “You can’t go out looking like that, you look ridiculous.” “You look way too skinny in that dress. You need curves to wear something like that.” “I don’t understand how you can just walk around like this. Those trousers are way too tight on you.” “You look like a skeleton. You should get some meat on you before everyone starts thinking you’re sick or something.” “No, no, you can’t wear that. You’re too short.” “You’re going out in THAT?” “I can’t let you wear that, you look ridiculous.” “Oh my god, you’re so fat.” “You need to lose a few pounds before you can get away with those jeans.” “Ew, you’re so skinny that you look sick…” “You should try dieting.” “How much do you weigh?” “You’ve gained even more weight, haven’t you?” “You’re skipping a lot of meals. Are you alright…?” “You’d tell me if you were skipping meals on purpose, right?” “Why are you trying to lose weight? You’re already really thin.” “If you want to get a girl / boyfriend, you’re going to have to do something about the way you look.” “Do you think I’m happy looking like this?” “Stop exaggerating, you look fine.” “You’re not fat!” “You’re so lucky that you’re so skinny! It must be so easy being you!” “Everyone’s insecure about their body, so stop being so precious about it and get over yourself already.” “Everyone is beautiful in their own way. You just need to find confidence in yourself.” “I tell everyone they’re beautiful, but I can’t tell myself the same thing.” “I’m pretty sure they were laughing at me. I guess I shouldn’t have dared to leave the house in something ‘sexy’. It doesn’t suit me.” “Why are you so afraid of showing yourself? We’re friends, I won’t judge you for anything!” “Is that a birthmark? It’s… big.” “There’s nothing wrong with your face or your body. You’re just you and people should learn to accept that. You included.” “Were you crying? Why?” “I saw what you wrote down… Do you really believe you’re that ugly?” “Don’t listen to them! They’re just trying to rile you up!” “I’m not going to tell you that you’re not fat, because you are. But I will tell you that you’re gorgeous.”

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worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

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@hopefultexcher | continued from here

Kiyotaka sighed, shifting in his seat. He wasn’t used to this, he was the Good Boy type who didn’t get into trouble, but after the screaming match with his classmates it seemed that he’d have to face the consequences. Well, he said “screaming match”, but… It was very one-sided. Still, that didn’t mean he was the one in the wrong…

“I might’ve overreacted, but it really isn’t my fault,” He tried to explain, sinking back into the chair, “They’re the ones that violated my privacy, and spread something that was my business only around the class. I’m entitled to have secrets, even if I am famous…”

“They were in the wrong.”

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@diviisus said:  "Yay!! Happy Halloween Ishimaru!!" He waves to him as he's dressed as the Twelfth Doctor, purring softly.

Kiyotaka grinned, the dermal glue sticking the feathers to his cheeks pulling at the skin a little. He’d decided to turn up in the bird/human costume he’d shown Kiyo not too long ago, and it was decidedly horrifying.

“Happy Halloween, Kiyo!”

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“Datte Happy Halloween, Itazura shichau zo ding-dong-dang, Acchi mo kocchi mo trick or treat, Kyandii wa kurenai no? Datte Happy Halloween, Itaike na rantan panpunkin…”

“Tsukareta jakku mo odoru yo asa made!”

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“Datte Happy Halloween, Itazura shichau zo ding-dong-dang, Acchi mo kocchi mo trick or treat, Kyandii wa kurenai no? Datte Happy Halloween, Itaike na rantan panpunkin…”

“Tsukareta jakku mo odoru yo asa made!”

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“May I have an autograph?”

“Anything for a fan!”

[Thanks for reading the rules!]

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🎵

Music for muses | Send 🎵 for a song that reminds me of your muse

Class A Team - Ed Sheeran

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🎵 -thenotesofavryoddgirl

Music for muses | Send 🎵 for a song that reminds me of your muse | @thenotesofaveryoddgirl

World Domination How To - Kagamine Rin and Len

I’m not actually sure why it reminds me of Naomi, but it does.

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“I care about you.”

Not so anonymous

“It means a lot, Hatane-san… Thank you.”

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( ✉ → sms ): I-I don’t t-think I c-can do t-this anymore... -shymaru

Just a text away | @shymaru

[Text] Okay, you really need to tell me what that means. Are you okay? 

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“It’s j-just a s-scratch...” -shymaru

Band-aids and stitches | @shymaru

“Ishimaru-san, we have to go to the nurses office. It’s more than a scratch, trust me!”

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"Wanna go costume shopping with me?"

This is Halloween

“I’ve already decided on my costume, I think, but it could be fun to help you with yours!”

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What makes an idol | For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory

Kiyotaka and Fefe finally managed to find a somewhat quiet spot in the bar, a bottle clutched in the rock star’s hand as he swayed a little. The crowd had been so pumped, screaming and singing along as he put everything he had into his lyrics. His guitar had been on fire, igniting the atmosphere and his own soul. He always found it so… freeing. 

“Y’know, sod my ol’ rec’rd lab’l,” He slurred, throwing his arms wide and spilling some of his beer on the concrete, “What did they give me? Shitty music and an eating disorder! I could’a been a happy kid! I could’a been a hall monit’r, but nooooo, I was a singer! I was a dancer! Prancin’ around singing songs about loving the perfect girl. Blech!”

He mimed vomiting, although quickly stopped when the world span and he felt that his act was going to become all too real. “’M not even straight! I’m gay as fuck! I knew ever since I kissed one of the other idol boys when we were playing spin the bottle!” He exclaimed, “He was pretty, too. Shiny eyes, soft lips, skinny… Nice guy, too. I wanted to be like him… Nah, I wanted to be better… skinnier. I’m so glad I’m gettin’ better.”

“Now I only really puke ‘cause’a alcohol, and that’s fine!”