#fat linhardt

[fatterfireemblem]

Linhardt

I tried a very fat Linhardt

[haikyuugetsfat]

Okay... I know this is a haikyuu blog, but I’m adding Fire Emblem and maybe some other anime’s into the mix. Anyway, I did it for Haikyuu, so here is the meme chart for Fire Emblem Three Houses.

Listen... I just really like fat Linhardt and Felix. And chubby/fat Caspar is great. The rest just kind of got thrown in a spot based on first instinct when I looked at them lol. All the lovely fat fanart of Sylvain, Bernadetta, and Marianne definitely influenced my decision though

[fatterfireemblem]

Lazy Linhardt

Linhardt is tired of the battlefield and practices, but he always feels guilty if he refuses to go. He’s physically capable of going, he just doesn’t want to, and that’s not a reason to say no. However, one more training session like the last might be the death of him. While reading some texts in the library, an idea hits him. What if he’s not physically capable? His first thought is to have someone break his leg. It’s unlikely anyone will do that, though, and it will hurt a lot, and there’s a limit to how many times he could bear with the pain. The limit is likely once. Then a healer will tend to him, he’ll get to miss a few physical activities, then he’ll be back where he started. It needs to be something long term. What if he was too fat? What if he ate so much food that he swelled up and could no longer manage moving his flab enough to fight? It’d be difficult, sure, but there were weight gain potions, spells, and magical items he could get or use to help him out. It wouldn’t hurt half as much as breaking his bones and it wouldn’t be as easy to fix, though not impossible.

So, Linhardt sets out for the market the next morning and pops into a small hidden magic shop known by the magically talented for selling unusual, rare, and dangerous things. The old shopkeeper glares at him, no doubt questioning his motives. It’s only moments before those questions are verbalized. “Why would he want such a thing?” “Is he planning a cruel revenge?” “Is he attempting to punish some poor girl for rejecting him, because he sure looks like the lazy type a girl wouldn’t want.” Linhard finds the latter question somewhat insulting, even if he can’t deny it’s partially true. He doesn’t need a swarm of girls around him like some of his classmates. He has no interest in them or what men use them for.

Pondering his answers, he decides to tell the truth. There’s no way to know if a spell will reveal his lies while he’s here. “It’s for me. I want to be fatter, but it’s difficult for me to eat a lot,” he explains blandly. Sure enough, the shopkeeper seems to wait for a spell to signal whether he’s telling the truth or a lie. Then she nods and goes behind the counter.

“You’re an odd one, but I can tell your heart is pure, so I’ll give ye what ya want. Don’t come back here complainin bout how well it works when you’re all fattened up.” She pulled out a box of items from beneath the counter. There were tombs, amulets, jewelry, bottles of potions, and powders all meant to increase appetite or the rate of weight gain. He recognized some from the infirmary. They were used on patients whose illness or sadness had robbed them of their appetite or on starved villagers. Other items were completely new to him. He pulled out his coin purse and checked his funds. One advantage of coming from a noble family was never being short on money. He could buy several items, some sweet treats, and still have plenty to last him the rest of the month. 

He picks up a tomb with some interesting spells including ones for increasing appetite, decreasing appetite, and decreasing negative health effects of weight. He also grabbed a bracelet said to cause endless hunger for as long as it was worn. Only downside was it would affect anyone who touched it for up to an hour. He’d have to be careful around Caspar.

He grabbed some magic lotion to help the skin stretch over the new fat, a potion that would cause every calorie to be multiplied by five, and a powder for nausea that also caused a strong need for cake. The last item was another powder, similar to the other in that it caused cravings, but this one was only for cravings and would make the person crave whatever they last ate. With its help, surely he could pack in a lot of sweets without getting tired of the taste. 

He paid for the items and left the shop, filled with excitement for what was to come. But as he strolled down the street to find some food to take back, he found it hard to resist the temptation of trying out some of the new items. He pulled the bracelet from his canvas bag and slipped it on. Feeling a little too impatient, he pulled the potion out and took a sip from it too. 

Within minutes, his stomach growled loudly enough to turn the heads of those nearby. He blushed and held his slim waist with his hand, begging it not to be so loud in public. It didn’t listen. As the growling began to fit a beast more than a man's stomach, Linhardt rushed to the nearest food stand and grabbed as many chicken skewers as he could. He gobbled them down faster than he’d ever eaten anything, but it wasn’t enough to get him farther than the next food stand. And so he went, down the row, buying from at least seven or eight stands before finding himself in front of a restaurant with an arm full of food. A real meal… or a few, would do better than stands. He took a seat at a table and, before he knew it, he’d ordered half a dozen meals. The tavern maid was staring at him, so he just grinned sheepishly as his stomach growled again. 

His clothes already felt too tight around his midsection, and he could see his stomach straining the threads. It didn’t matter. He needed more. One dish after another, he stuffed himself, but fullness never came. The only evidence the food was having any effect was the tightness of his clothes. So, after ordering and downing a few desserts, he removed the bracelet. 

His belly now rested on his thighs and the seams of his outfit were ripping. In just a couple hours, he’d managed to do unimaginable damage to his waistline. Now, without the bracelet, it hurt terribly. All he could do was lay on the bench, groaning and rubbing his overfed belly. Some nice people were kind enough to bring him soothing teas, though adding more to the heavy weight inside him seemed silly. He did.

After a few hours and a short nap, he was able to stand and walk… erm waddle… back to the monastery. He only stopped to grab some more food to take back, blushing as the shopkeepers stared at his belly. Once he had a few bags worth, he returned home and snuck into his bedroom. Even without using any of the magic items, his stomach was beginning to feel hungry again. He laid down on his bed and pulled out some cakes, determined to fill up any remaining space.

[fatterfireemblem]

Caretaker

Linhardt Fattening

He was taught that a tummy ache means his body is enjoying the food and desperately wants more. His caretaker actually just hated him and figured if he was busy stuffing his face and crashing from sugar and fullness, she wouldn’t have to interact with him much. As a child, he ate and ate, ignoring the signals of fullness until he rarely felt them. He stuffed his belly so full his clothes didn’t fit, he fell into a restless sleep. A few hours later, he was awake and hungry again. This cycle kept his belly swollen and the fat piling on. His parents began to notice and tried to put him on a diet, but they were rarely home and the caretaker didn’t keep him on the diet when he left. The yoyo dieting didn’t help his weight at all. He was 12 and over 500 lbs. His belly was covered in stretch marks and he was out of breath just walking to greet his parents. He rarely got up. They found out what the caretaker was doing a few years later and fired her. They explained tummy aches and overeating, but Lin already knew. He just liked his weight. His parents put him on strict diets, but he pouted and refused to get out of bed until someone gave in. Once again, he’d eat until he fell asleep, only to repeat the routine a couple hours later. Whatever weight he’d lost was regained at double or triple the amount. His heavy body was pinned to the bed.