I cannot for the LIFE of me find that post from a couple days or so ago where someone said to send transfem Jax designs so they can be drawn together (or something like that) 😭
Who made it? I hope they see this. Or someone else that saw it knows who.. I can't find the post in my likes
“she was everything i’m not / my whole universe / when i was a footnote / a slim second verse / but she was a chorus, a hook, and the groove / and without her there pushing / somehow i can’t move”
Hey, I said I'd do a follow up, so I did. SLH au by @1-wonder-1
This didn't totally go how I had in mind but whatever. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
"Hunger (pt.2)"
[Same TW as last time ig. Talk of an eating disorder]
Karma wakes up to a knock on her door. She looks over at it and practically throws herself out of bed, scrambling to pick up the crumpled chip bags, dropping them into the once-empty trash bin just as Caine swings the door open.
Caine looks at her and then at the small bin full of chip bags next to her, his expression going from chipper to a mix of disappointment and annoyance. He sighs, "Karma, did you get hungry last night?"
Karma fidgets with her gown, avoiding eye contact with him. "..yeah. I did." She crosses her arms, looking down at him. "Is that a problem?"
Caine shakes his head. "No, it's not exactly a problem, but you need more than chips, my dear. You could've found me; I would've gotten you a proper meal!"
Karma lets out an exaggerated gasp at what he said. "WOW, so I can't be independent? At all? I was hungry, and I did something about it." She put her hands on her hips, leaning down to his level. "I thought you said, 'Any amount of food is enough as long as you eat!' that one time?"
Caine doesn't back down. "You know that's not what I'm saying! And when I had said that, you were doing better at the time. But you aren't eating properly again, so that doesn't apply anymore."
"What, so you just changed your mind?!" She started to raise her voice. "That can't be fair!"
"It's not about what's 'fair'; it's for your health! You can't go on only eating once a day!" He paused before continuing. "You need to follow the schedule. Then you can have snacks."
Karma could feel the frustration building as the conversation had gone on. She knew he would say that, but she was hoping that, by some chance, he wouldn't.
"I've told you before, I can't [%$!#]ing remember the schedule! You know my memory isn't good!" She was yelling at him now. "You know you can't just tell me to eat at certain times! It CLEARLY doesn't work! You say I'm not eating enough? Well, that's your fault!"
Before he could respond, she grabs the small trash bin and throws it across the room, the plastic hitting the wall with a thunk as the crumpled chip bags are scattered across the floor. Karma shoves her way past Caine into the hall, looking back at him one more time to yell, "It's your [%$!#]ing fault!" before she takes off running down the hall, going to hide.. who knows where.
Just a super short slh au (by the incredible @1-wonder-1) fic with another one of my ocs. My goober has ARFID (relatable).
I'll likely be continuing this one.
"Hunger"
[TW for an eating disorder (if that wasn't clear from the ARFID mention)]
It was about 9pm, and the fact that Karma hadn't eaten anything all day was becoming clearer by the moment. Her legs felt weak and her hands wouldn't stop shaking. She kept scratching her stomach, standing in the middle of her room while debating whether or not to go get food.
Lately, she'd been going a bit unnoticed by the staff since she was causing less trouble. Unfortunately, that resulted in her not eating much again since nobody was reminding her, not even her own body.
Karma wanted some chips. She knew she probably needed more of a meal, but it would at least be enough so she could get to sleep. And chips were good! She'd be hungry enough by breakfast to remember to eat then.
She opens her door and looks up and down the hall, leaving it open behind her while she slowly makes her way to the nearest vending machine. Karma stares at the options, eventually picking a few bags.
As soon as she closes her door behind her, she starts tearing open the bags, scarfing down the chips as fast as she can. She leans back against the door when she's finished, leaving small crumpled chip bags scattered on the floor around her.
She waits for her body to realize she ate, walking over to her bed a few minutes later. Karma lays down and pulls the weighted blanket over herself, quickly relaxing as she starts to drift off, forgetting all about the chip bags on the floor.
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