#oh whoops I meant emaciate*

[choccy-zefirka]

@ineedmyknightcommander (@ziskandra ) tagged me in a WIP Meme so here is a sudden excerpt about Sophia being subjected to fatphobia while she was raised in the Circle! (I am projecting whoops)

Through most of her life — such a long, long life, it seems; a life that has left her terribly exhausted — Sophia has always been aware of her size. Keenly so. Painfully even. It is hard not to be, when you are both a mage and an elf: the unfortunate amalgamation of two groups that are meant to hide away from polite company. Slink back into the shadows, behind closed doors. Take up as little space as possible. Do their utmost not to offend the delicate sensibilities of good, proper, virtuous human Andrastians by sticking out like an eyesore.

She tried not to be an eyesore, she truly did, especially when she was younger. But woefully, she stood no chance. Not when, during endless attempts to enlighten the young Circle mages — and Sophia oh so wanted to be enlighted, to be shielded from demons by the Chantry's Word — the Circle's resident Mother kept giving dirty glares to the quiet elf, bunched over her desk at the back of the class. Especially if the lesson was about the hapless, emaciated slaves that the Prophet freed from the wicked magisters — greedy and gluttonous and engorged like ticks on blood.

After that, how could every morsel of bland Circle food not feel like a sin? How could the pinch of the standard-template, mass-sewn robes not feel like a righteous punishment for daring to have soft folds on her back?

[idrawgaystffs]

Heyyy I have a new favorite anime/manga right now!

Bringing some angst into the Iruma fandom :)