#he’s just a little chubby

[themillipedeslaw]

I saw this shirt in a TikTok and I think I drew actually the worst thing ever oh my god

[almondcroissantsandink]

Mav with a dog, requested by @waistcoat35 ! I felt like he would own an Aussie (a sort of high energy dog that would match him)--that, or a very old, round lab that wandered around the hangar :)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.” 

[lea-khena]

Part of a secret santa exchange i participated, prompt was about 1911 Javier basically relearning how to to groom himself with John helping out, I spent way too much time on this man

[crybaby-bkg]

you know how basketball players do those little conferences where they sit in front of a mic and let reporters/journalists ask them questions???? that but with pro hero Bakugou and his barely one year old baby. he walked in with his full hero gear, save for his gauntlets bc it’s hard to hold baby with them on, and he doesn’t want her to mess with it!!

and when he sits, he holds her up against his chest, her little chubby arms grabbing at the hair on his nape and tugging on his bottom lip bc she finds it so funny. he just lets her, answers the questions like there isn’t a baby trying to dig up his nose and gnaw on his cheek, leaving a trail of spittle in its wake.

she babbles on and on, her eyes lighting up in surprise when she turns to the mic and hears herself. Bakugou can’t help but laugh though, leans down to nibble on her fat little cheeks, forgets to compose himself when everyone starts snapping pictures. a reporter steps up and asks her, “Baby Dynamight, who’s the best ranking hero of this year?” and she answers, babbling a little, turning and looking at Bakugou with a gummy grin and two little teeth sprouting at the bottom as she giggles a, dada daaaa dadada!

also the baby of the group that everyone passes around. Bakugou hates giving her up to anybody, but she will twist her little body around until he damn near drops her whenever she sees Uncle Kiri sitting beside them. she stands on his thighs and tugs at his hair, then goes to Uncle Denki where she slaps at his cheeks bc he makes funny noises and faces whenever she does. Uncle Sero is next, where he bounces her on his knee before Aunt Mina swoops in to give her some nice girl gossip. Uncle Deku is always last, only because everyone knows baby will be out like a light whenever she’s in his arms and cuddled up against his chest. Bakugou is furious every time, but also a little grateful that the shitnerd was able to put his little gremlin to sleep with his boring ass face.

[son-of-the-sun23]

my favorite thing about post fall speculation is how will gains some weight and gets a little bit of a gut and his skin is all nice bc he's hydrated and his hair is soft and he's just happy and healthy after so long RAAGGH

[hotluncheddie]

pie

for the November @steddiemicrofic prompt 'rest'

wc: 387 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: chubby steve, established relationship, insecure steve, hurt/comfort

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‘You gonna finish the rest of this?’ Eddie motions to the mostly uneaten pie between them. apple, Steve’s favourite. 

The same pie they get at the diner every Wednesday. They share, Eddie has as much as he wants, Steve has most of it. Thats how it’s always been. 

But Steve just shakes his head. Elbows on the table, one thumb at his mouth to bite at the cuticle. Eyes distant. 

Eddie sighs, standing and leaning over to hand Steve the keys to his van, murmuring to him lowly, ‘go get in the car baby, I’ll get the bill.’ 

When Eddie eventually slips into the van, parked off in a dark corner of the lot, Steve’s in the passenger staring off into space. Arms wrapped protectively around his middle. 

Eddie sighs again, turning so he’s facing steve fully. ‘Is this about what your Mom said?’ Eddie asks, no use beating around the bush. 

‘Don’t know what you mean.’ Steve mutters, trying to hide behind King Steve. But the corners of his mouth tick down in that way they do when he’s trying not to cry. 

‘Ah Stevie, c’mere.’ Eddie pulls Steve’s head into the crook of his neck, other arm smoothing down his back in slow circles.  

Steve lets out a shaky breath, sniffing hard and mumbling thickly, ‘she’s right though, thats the thing.’ Steve’s arms that are still circled around himself squeeze. Squeeze into the softness he carries there, that pushes against his henely, and sends Eddie fucking wild. ‘I got fat.’ 

‘Jesus, Steve. you’re just not 19 anymore baby, it’s okay to not still fit into your 32”s’ 

But Steve just grunts wetly and Eddie feels that fiery anger ignite in his gut whenever he thinks about “The Harringtons” too long.

Pulling Steves face out of his neck, Eddie cradles it between his calloused hands. ‘You’re literally so pretty Steve, you’re the only reason either of us ever eat a vegetable and I know for a fact that your stamina is outstanding.’ Eddie implores,  watching Steves glassy eyes take in his words, shy smile curling at his lips. 

‘and, and if you wanna loose weight I’ll support you all the way. but, Stevie, sweetheart, apple of my fucking eye, what do you want?’ 

Steve’s staring at eddies mouth, eyes hooded.

‘You.. and a slice of pie.’

[lov3rzz]

distracting - suna r.

chubby reader

fluff. both college aged, reader is described as having tits.

suna rintaro doesn’t like the way you sit in a chair. why are you always shifting in it? why do you keep squeezing your thighs like that? and then you lean into the table, tits (all tit sizes deserve rest!!) resting on it, really squishing into it, and sometimes you lay your head on the table too with hair splayed out, sleepy eyes and adorable cheeks.

hates the way he has to put so much effort into just ignoring you and zoning you out. desperately trying to find something to focus on on his laptop. he’s typing something but it’s not the lecture, it’s not his thoughts, just random words that come to mind, shit, it’s just your name and “cute” and all the synonyms of “cute” over and over.

how could you have this hold over him? you’ve never even spoken to him, only ever offering a friendly smile. god when is this lecture ending? he’s spiralling deeper and deeper only to be interrupted by-

“hey! would you want to pair up?”

so that’s what your voice sounds like, it’s nice, shit are you taking to him?

“oh um, sure,” he says removing an earbud.

“great! suna…right? looking forward to working with you,” you reach a hand out, oh my god you said his name.

“same here,” he takes your hand in his, they’re so much smaller, and soft, he hopes you don’t notice his ears as they go a little red.

you smile at him, and it almost takes him out, god this is gonna be a long couple of weeks.

[squid-eye]

I don't like facial hair, so that's that i removed it he has dimples instead please enjoy

Harvey is so hot🥹 I love to think that he's so tall he looks like a fucking bear

[baylardian-1]

a gamer boy and his prom queen model valedictorian princess wife

[cary-elwes]

Cary looks so incredible but a few more pounds wouldn't hurt anyone

[christiangeistdorfer]

DIDIER PIRONI, 1977

[dirtytransmasc]

I need more selkie theon (and asha. I just think that would be a vibe. fuck the greyjoy sigil being a kraken for a moment and let them be seals) content.

like the opportunity to have theon's coat taken by ned when he's made his ward is right there and it is perfect and beautiful and tragic.

and you could build on that depending on the version of the selkie myth/story you're going off of (I personally love the song of the sea version of selkies for story writing). maybe he can't talk without it, maybe he gets sick, maybe his voice has magical properties of sorts.

I have this one concept in my head that I don't have the time to write, but it goes something along the lines of theon getting sick after years away from his coat and the stark kids have to find his coat and drag his slowly dying ass to the bay of seals (cause y'know bay of seals and theon's a selkie so he'll turn into a seal... I thought it was creative).

also, in a lot of versions of selkies, when they get sick, their hair turns white, which is on brand for theon. they're also pretty, their stories are typically soaked to the bone in tragedy, they're normally held captive/tortured, amongst other things, which are also very on brand for theon.

and maybe you get some selkie to selkie telepathy of sorts, so when theon finally enter the water a seal again, asha books it to come find him, cause its been years since she's been able to feel him (I'm soft for them, I will create the most improbable and ridiculous scenario's to bring them together and for them to have soft sibling moments).

all and all, theon being a selkie is something I need more content of, please and thank you.

[martyrbat]

grimm – batman: legends of the dark knight #149

[ID: a panel sequence of young Dick Grayson just two months after his parents' murders. He's sulking at the dining table in the grandiose Wayne Manor. The dinner is taking place in front of a lit fireplace that causes the entire room to have a soft, bronze glow to it. The table itself is long and decorated and Bruce Wayne is sitting on the opposite end of it. Alfred Pennyworth prompts, “More mashed potatoes, Master Dick—?” But Dick is too busy thinking about a young criminal he ran into when he snuck out earlier. He quietly mutters the taunt she told him, “‘Spoiled brat in a circus suit’—?” Alfred asks, “Was that a yes or a no?” The pouting child brusquely tells him, ”no,” which causes the butler to clear his throat. Dick begrudgingly corrects himself, “No thank you, Alfred.” Alfred responds, “As you wish, Master Dick.”

But Dick is already uttering another taunt under his breath, “‘Lap of luxury’!” Bruce leans forward slightly and asks if everything is okay but Dick dismisses his concern. He excuses, “I'm... I'm not very hungry, Bruce. Is it okay if I go to my room?” Despite his obvious qualms, Bruce awkwardly smiles and replies, “Uh... Of course. Certainly.” Dick gets up as Alfred tells him the food will be in the refrigerator if he gets hungry later but Dick just ‘uh-huh’s him as he walks away. With the child upstairs, Bruce immediately stands up and paces. He stops in front of the fireplace and stares into the blaze as he monologues his worries, “Maybe this was a mistake. What in the world made me think I could raise a boy? I don't know the first thing about it! I've always been a loner! I don't have the knowledge... or the disposition... to make this work.” Alfred wryly asks, “Are you addressing the fireplace, Sir—or me?” But Bruce stresses his demur without looking at him, “His parents are dead, Alfred! What gives me the temerity to believe I can replace them in his life?”

Alfred solemnly reassures, “I asked myself the same questions once. What in the world did a butler know about raising a young man who'd just lost the two people he loved most in the world? But strangely enough, Sir—I adapted. I learned. I learned because I wanted to... Because I cared. And... despite some difficulties along the way—I think the young man in question turned out splendidly. And I think Master Dick will too.” Bruce doesn't say anything but he his eyes closed in thought as Alfred talks before looking at him with a soft smile. He straightens his posture when Alfred finishes and puts his hand on his shoulder, silently grateful for the man's fatherly reassurance and support once again. END ID]

[mystery-fish-17]

[hotluncheddie]

Jester.

For the April @steddiemicrofic prompt 'fool' !

wc: 454 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: Royal Fantasy AU, Jester!Eddie, Prince!Steve, chubby Steve Harrington (as always)

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The great hall, once more, is alive; with bodies and music, dancing and food. The people partaking in rich wine, savoury meats and fresh breads, cheeses littered with herbs and thick garlic butters. Fruits and sweets are spread, abundant, across the castles long tables. 

Stefan rises and refill his plate, returning to the small throne designated to him, by his fathers side. Although, both royals left for bed some hours ago - the kingdom falling into twilight. 

Constellations glint through the great stone windows that line the hall. 

Stefan, though, does not crave sleep, does not desire rest or his quarters. Instead staying, and eating, relishing the discreet company of his, most secret, most special one.

He did talk some, extending himself amongst the masses. He is favourable to them, tries to be kind, and fair (an easy feat compared to the king.) 

As even in his changed state, the people fawn to him, the maidens touch his arm and their fathers flash their jewels, because long dinners and celebrations have added softness to his jaw, a width to his waist and thighs. Enough for new robes to be drawn and tailored. 

But Stefan pays it no mind, simple pleasure yielding natural results. Some even herald it as a sign of their land falling again into peace, safe now from dragons and beasts. Stefan no longer required to fight amongst his knights, to live in fitful bursts of danger and fear. 

Now, instead, time is pleasant. Long hours of indulging allowing him a most gracious gift. At grand affairs like these, he is able sit, and watch, and wait. 

Watch for the jesters sweeping eyes to befall him, again. 

Wait to be sent a wink or smile, for the starlight that sits abundant in dancing brown eyes to grace him. 

His clown plays, entertaining them all. Weaving sweeping tales and drawing joyous songs by lute. With nimble movements of his frame and great expressions of his face, the people will laugh and gasp and cheer. 

His sweet thing cause of it all, stoking the flames, breathing stories and poems to life. Like magic. 

Then, by darkest night, guests dispersed, Stefan will stay sat at his thrown, table clean before him, stomach full. 

With eyes cast foreword, essence set endlessly on but one thing, as it has been, all night. Stefan will ask ‘play me another?’ reaching out as Edmund steps forward, bowing deep to softly kiss the extended ring, the princes knuckle.

And looking up through shining eyes, lips splitting into a sweet grin. The jester will speak softly, a voice saved solely for him.

‘His majesty may be more a fool, in fact, than I, to think that it is not already done.’ 

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i wrote this and couldn't stop thinking about it :)

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