#daemonvatis

[gingerisaspice]

daemonvatis reblogged your photo and added:

It’s not that I don’t trust you with that sword....

i was already drunk when this pic was taken

[ivadeshin]

More Mollymauk smut? I'm going through a rough patch and it seems to help.

(this is more inane plot than smut, but it’s definitely fun, so I hope this helps your mood?)

When it comes to Rexxentraum, Caleb seems to have a different set of rules for himself. He’s got a bone to pick with the establishment there, or maybe a whole underground network of catacombs to pick... it wasn’t really clear and nobody was really pushing him on it. They were already there to shake things up and usurp some people, and Caleb’s extra enthusiasm and inside knowledge has proven helpful several times over.

“So if the prince isn’t going to be at the banquet,” Fjord points out, “we have an opportunity to take that role.”

“You mean, dress up as him and make a scene at the banquet?” Jester’s eyes widen in hope.

“I was thinkin’, yeah.” Fjord shrugs. “I can use magic to make myself look human, but I could only fake a Zemnian accent, not the language, so...”

“I could pretend to be him,” Caleb says with a shrug. “He has been off at this boarding school for assholes until this week; nobody has seen him since he was a kid.”

Beau raises her hand. “But how does that make a scene? Everyone’s expecting him to be there. We’re the only ones that know he isn’t going.”

“They’re expecting him there with his date, who could be Jester. Instant attention and outrage.” Molly turns to Jester. “No offense, darling. You’d be a perfect date for a prince in a region that isn’t so obsessed with human purity.”

“None taken,” Jester says smugly. “I know I’m cute.”

Caleb’s shaking his head though. “No?” Molly asks, hands gesturing to Jester’s horns, skin, and then tail, which she flicks menacingly while making a fanged snarling face. “Demon blood? Impure? Scandal?”

“You,” Caleb says, pointing at Molly and grinning at the very idea. “You are even worse.”

Molly stands up straight, eyes wide as it dawns on him. “I am worse.”

Beau snorts. “This is getting better and better.”

“No, it’s amazing.” Molly grabs Caleb’s shoulder with urgency. “Caleb. The floozy that was picked to piss off the entire party? With the sugar daddy prince boyfriend? In a room of tiefling-hating people in stupid hats? I was born for this role.”

Yasha clears her throat. “I don’t mean this in a cruel way, but the prince has brown hair, and he’s definitely got to look...” She gestures awkwardly in a way that definitely means ‘froofy’.

Caleb waves his hand, unbothered, which shocks the others. “We still have lots of gold from the last job. A haircut and one nice set of robes should not be so bad.”

“And a henna dye job,” Molly adds.

“And a bath,” Jester tacks on.

“Yes, and both of those things.” Caleb shrugs. “Honestly, Molly, what you are wearing right now is fine. If I tell everyone I picked you up from a circus... I cannot think of a better and more upsetting story, actually.”

Molly’s eyes are shut. Jester pokes him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m silently blessing the Moonweaver,” he answers solemnly.

“You’ll also need jewelry,” Nott remarks. “Nobody with money is caught dead without jewelry in this city.”

“You would notice that,” Fjord notes fondly.

“A makeover,” Molly’s singsonging, leaning for the bottle of wine and pouring a generous amount in his glass. “This awful town is the best awful town.”

[snarkingonfatlogic]

daemonvatis commented on daemonvatis's post “I weigh nearly 300lb. I am constantly over-encumbered. That doesn’t...”

The main issue I see here is that I made a post saying "I am fat and strong, in part BECAUSE of the weight I carry" and people immediately attacked me for being fat and confident. Someone else's fat is not your concern. Even IF it's affecting their health. Someone else's health is not your concern. And it is NOT OK to shame someone for their fat. That's incredibility harmful for so many reasons. it's anti-poor, anti-disabled, anti-woman rhetoric.

You got attacked for peddling the same nonsense that is infecting our society to the point where 2/3 of us are overweight and think that is just fine.

Your health becomes everyone else’s business when you’re harming others, and fat acceptance is definitely something that should be shamed, because it shows lack of good judgement and poor character.

Poverty doesn’t make you fat, disabilities don’t make you fat, and being a woman doesn’t make you fat. Shoving massive amounts of food in your mouth made you fat, and the sooner you own it, and get past your delusions, the sooner you can do something about, assuming that your health is more important to you than what you’re eating; as with most fat pushers, that’s an open question.

[snarkingonfatlogic]

daemonvatis commented on daemonvatis's post “I weigh nearly 300lb. I am constantly over-encumbered. That doesn’t...”

My hormones didn’t cause my weight gain? Oh Hallelujah, I’m cured! Guess my primary care physician didn’t know what she was talking about. Or the women’s health specialist. Or the nutritionist. Or the pharmaceutical companies. Or my insurance. Or the ultrasound technicians. Or any biological expert I ever spoke to about metabolism, metabolic pathways, genetics, epigenetics, or the function of insulin. Every diabetic. Every trans person explaining the side effects of HRT. They’re all idiots. This one random guy on the internet says I don’t have a hormone problem, and he obviously knows best. And I don’t count calories because society will fucking shame me if it’s an ounce over 2000, but I do regularly eat twice as much as the adults around me. I eat sugars. I eat fat. I eat vegan burritos because they’re fucking delicious. I eat what my body tells me to when it tells me to, and guess what? other than the the pre-existing hormonal disorders and the stress caused by my sheer weight, I’m in great health. My cholesterol is fine, my blood pressure is a bit high but still in the healthy range, I rarely develop a nutritional deficiency and it’s quickly corrected when I do. I can walk to the nearest grocery store. I can dance. I can sing. I can lift and carry like a boss. I am constantly over-encumbered. That saps my stamina and lengthens my post-exercise recovery time. My feet and ankles and knees and back want to fucking kill be because be active with that much weight is hell on the body’s support systems. I am trying to lose weight, but as anyone with a lick of sense will tell you, that’s hard. Because the female body hordes fat stores for the day it needs to support both itself and a fucking infant through a hard winter. Because in the 1950s women were exposed to chemicals known to cause obesity in their granddaughters. Because on top of that I have a hormonal disorder that carries the risk of obesity. Because the treatment for the hormonal disorder is a hormonal birth control that–surprise, surprise–lists “weight gain” as one of its side effects. Because you have been lied to your entire life by multiple industries trying to sell gym memberships and diet drinks.

What a delightful little fantasy you’ve spun. Tell me, when you gambol and frolic  and escape the hordes of wicked fatphobes by soaring into the sky with the flying pigs, what color is the sky on this planet? Green? Purple? A wonderful variety of teal?

Let’s pretend for a minute than any of this is true. You need to fire your doctor, because if he told you that hormones made you fat, he’s a quack.

The settled science on weight gain is that calorie intake is what governs it: not hormones, not food type, not time of day, not chemicals, or any other excuse you can come up with.  

You’re not even being consistent here. You said you regularly eat twice as much as people around you, and no doubt like most people, you’re crap at estimating what you actually eat.  And, news flash, most people in the West are overweight, so eating twice as much as the overweight people in your vicinity is going to make you fat.

If you really believe all of this, there are two things you need to do for your health: stop eating so much, and get a mental health assessment, because this shit is delusional as all get out.

[notactuallyherenotreally]

daemonvatis replied to your post “Therapy hurts”

yes, it usually does. do you think it helped, though?

Maybe a little, but a lot of the reason I cried is because of stuff that’s ongoing and doesn’t have a set enddate 

[notactuallyherenotreally]

daemonvatis replied to your post “i hate assignments that are ‘write about something you’re passionate...”

How about being paid to sleep?

no see, then I’d have anxiety about getting paid to sleep and that would fuck up my sleep schedule

[notactuallyherenotreally]

daemonvatis replied to your post: i’m in the middle of a petty battle with my hr...

Clock in 2 minutes early and insist that they pay you overtime for working “outside of schedule hours”? If they’re gonna track by the minute, then they gotta pay by the minute.

I just sent her this, along with a ‘well I can try but i’ll have to obsessively watch the clock’ 

what i object to more is the request that i round everything to 15 minute increments; so if i clock in late, i lose paid time

[notactuallyherenotreally]

daemonvatis replied to your post “today in life: asking my mom if i could take a raincheck on my...”

It's YOUR birthday, they should come to you.

oh FUCK no

I am NOT having them come up here and invade my space