#cherrytart

[karmicpunishment]

ridoace textpost memes for pride month

[pancake-moth]

yuri 4 ever

[novastarfox]

said I was gonna draw fat men and I am a man of my word.

I love you fat riddle

[awkwardowl125]

Twisted wonderland fans (*cough* Riddle fans), im almost done with typing out my handwritten fic, so have a sneak peak of my bullshit <3

This is actually quite fun so expect more fics

[nitron-katy]

Kirsikkatorttu (study)

[itsladykit]

Fluff and Body Positivity with Red and Blackberry. 

For @sansy-fresh​. I tried.

Warnings: internalized weight shaming, body consciousness.

Red smoothed the waistcoat over his front, feeling the amorphous press of unformed magic under his clothing. It wasn’t a full ectobody, just a haze so his clothing would hang properly. He winced, not liking the way the waistcoat swelled outward. He dismissed the magic, and closed his sockets, trying not to outwardly react. This was even worse. Without magic to hold its shape, the clothing hung limp on his bones. It looked—He looked unnatural.

With another sigh, he called up the unformed magic once more. Sure, it made him look like a fat fuck, but that was better than looking like a well-dressed Halloween decoration.

From the corner of his socket, he glanced to the side, at Boss and Twist. Boss was examining himself in the mirror, while Twist threw one arm across his shoulders and leaned into Boss, speaking into his acoustic meatus. From the reddish blush spreading across Boss’ cheekbones and his slight smirk, Red could guess that Twist was telling him exactly how stunning he looked. Pushing down his own insecurities, Red called out, “hey, boss, ya look great. that color really suits ya.”

Boss groaned, but Twist guffawed and Blackberry—who had just finished changing—started chuckling. The warmth Red felt was fleeting, though, when he caught the way Boss eyed him critically. Never mind the approving nod and satisfied smile. Boss probably knew that this was likely going to be as good as it got. Hiding behind a broad smile, Red turned back to the mirror, wishing he could sink into the floor.

Blackberry appeared at his elbow, examining himself and then Red in the mirror. “You look fantastic!” he exclaimed, spinning him around even as Red sputtered indignantly. “You should wear a suit more often, Red.”

His forced smile was starting to weaken. “yeah,” he said, trying to hide his unease. He tugged at his tie, missing his collar.

Turning him back to face the mirror, Blackberry met his gaze in the glass, something calculating in his eyelights. With a grin, he clamped his hands possessively over Red’s shoulders and, over his shoulder, said, “Hey, Edge? Why don’t you help Papy find a suit too?”

Twist froze, shaking his head. “Uh, bro—“

“Yes,” Edge said, turning from the mirror to survey Twist. “If you’re going to be attending Undyne’s wedding with me, you’ll need to dress appropriately. Come along.”

Twist was literally dragging his heels, but it didn’t deter Edge. “C’mon, sweetheart,” Twist said while he was dragged away, “I ain’t a suit an’ tie kinda guy.”

“Today you are.” Twist whined, but Boss ignored his protests while Blackberry just smiled innocently. Until they were gone. Then he ushered Red into a dressing room and locked the door behind him.

“What’s wrong?” Blackberry asked, looking him over.

“nuthin’!” he said, starting to squirm under Blackberry’s scrutiny. “why don’ we go help boss an’ yer bro, huh? ‘m sure they—“

“You don’t like the suit?” he asked, looking him up and down. “Would you prefer a dress, maybe? Something with an empire waist would likely be very flattering on you—“

His cheekbones lit up. “n-no!” Holy stars, that would be so much worse. “no,” he said more firmly.

“Then what’s the matter?”

“i—“ He shook his head, but Blackberry only pressed closer.

“You can tell me. I won’t laugh or make fun of you—and I won’t tell anyone, either. I promise.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Red looked away. He crossed his arms. Shifted his stance. Pretended he wasn’t fidgeting or stalling. “fine,” he grumbled, “not as if ya can’t see fer yerself.” Spreading his arms, he said, “ ‘m fat an’ i look stupid in this monkey suit.”

Shaking his head, Blackberry took his hands, smiling warmly. “Red, you don’t look stupid—and what’s wrong with being a little chubby?”

Red blinked. “are ya—? yer kiddin’, right?”

“No,” Blackberry said, looking him over. “I think you look very nice. You should probably take it to Rus for some tailoring—“ He grabbed some of the fabric around Red’s shoulders, pinning it back with his fingers. “—but otherwise, you look great!”

Red eyed him dubiously, and Blackberry spun him to face the mirror, smoothing the cloth over Red’s arms. “Look at yourself, Red,” he ordered quietly, “Really look. Try to see yourself the way I see you.”

“yeah? an’ how’s that?” Red asked, convinced that Blackberry was trying to pull something.

Smiling sweetly, Blackberry lifted Red’s chin and said, “You’re handsome. No—look! Your scars are badass.” He traced a finger over the cracked scars. “But you’ve got such a warm, wonderful smile.” He slipped his arms around Red’s waist and squeezed. “And you never did tell me what’s wrong with being a little cuddly. You give the best hugs,” he said. Then he lifted Red’s hand, running a finger over the scarred knuckles. “You’re so tough, Red. So strong. But you’re warm and protective too. I always feel so safe when I’m with you.” Still hugging Red from behind, he nuzzled against him, purring softly. “And the suit? Very flattering.”

By now, Red was as red as a tomato. “i—“ He still wasn’t wholly happy with the reflection he saw in the mirror. But it was hard not to feel a kernel of warmth flare into life. Straightening his shoulders, he loosened his tie and tugged on his waistcoat before stuffing his fists in his pockets. Turning to the side, he looked at himself in the mirror again, and smiled slightly. “i guess i do look kinda badass.”

Blackberry beamed at him and looped his arms around Red one more time, squeezing tight. “See! I told you.”

Before Red could react, the Papyrus-es had returned to the dressing room, and Blackberry scurried out of the smaller booth to greet them. Red followed behind him, leaning against the wall while Blackberry pushed his brother into a private booth. Shaking his head at Twist’s whining, Boss came over to look Red up and down. Both of them stood together in the mirror, and for a moment, the warmth Blackberry had managed to kindle flickered. Boss looked amazing, and Red looked like a fat slob in comparison—

Boss crossed his arms and sighed a bit. “Look at us,” he murmured, “Blackberry’s the only one that looks like he belongs in a suit and tie. The rest of us look like gutter-rats trying to pretend we’re something better than we are. Who are we trying to fool, do you think?”

The words shocked him, and the warmth Blackberry had kindled turned hot with anger. Boss should never feel that way about himself. Ever. Before he could say anything, Twist was dragged over. He glanced in the mirror, then shook his head and looked away, arms crossed. Well, that wouldn’t stand. Not while Red was around. He proceeded to reach up and throw an arm over Twist’s neck, pulling him down to knuckle the top of his head and tell him how amazing he looked. It earned him a tentative smile, but Red didn’t stop until Twist was grinning broadly. Then both of them started in on Boss, neither of them let up until he was preening.

It wasn’t until they were standing in the checkout line that Red slung an arm over Blackberry’s shoulders and murmured a soft, “thanks, kid.”

Blackberry just smiled placidly. “Thanks for being nice to my brother,” he said in reply.

For a few moments, they stood in companionable silence. Then Red said, softly, “and you look pretty great too. in er out ‘a yer suit.” Then he realized what he’d said, and his cheekbones blushed bright red. “i didn’ mean—“

Laughing, Blackberry said, “I know what you mean.” He snuggled into Red’s side, and for the first time, Red noticed how perfectly he fit.

Arm still looped over his shoulers, Red pulled him close. Content, and for the first time in a while, comfortable in his own bones.

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*shrugging* I tried.

[alldemnails]

Fun squiggles with @pspolish! A little obsessed with these colors 🙈 Polish names from left to right: #cherrytart #ethereal #courageous and the light pink is #southernsand #pspolish #nailart #nailartist #chicagonailart

[karmicpunishment]

with established ridoace, im so fond of ace being more flustered by public affection than riddle is (though neither of them are very good with it, especially at first). he's a sensitive guy, despite how he tries to act!! also bold riddle is always fun...