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im moving in my first apartment in 2 weeks, tell me why im mostly excited because i wont have enough money to buy groceries for a few months. a win is a win.

i love my collar bones

i cant be happy if ana isnt happy

*Skinny Reasons-~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1. Bikinis. Imagine soft sun on your skin, eyes following every move, admiration, envy, power.

2. Tans that mean something. Bronze skin only glows when there's a body worth showing.

3. Belly rings. Silver glint on flat skin. No rolls, no shame, just sparkle and softness.

4. High-waisted dreams. Shorts that don't dig in, crop tops that kiss your ribs, denim hanging loose like they were made just for you.

5. To be the skinny friend. The one they whisper about, the one they copy but can never become.

6. Control. Every skipped meal is proof you’re stronger than your urges.

7. Thigh gaps. Delicate space between your legs, the kind that only girls in magazines seem to have.

8. Boys looking twice. Not out of pity. Out of want.

9. Aesthetic everything. Oversized sweaters, low-rise jeans, silk skirts with nothing clinging.

10. Mirror peace. No more war with your reflection. Just soft pride in quiet bone lines.

11. Fragile beauty. The kind that looks effortless. Ethereal. Breakable. Wanted.

12. Revenge body. Every second of silence, of rejection, turned into something worth staring at.

13. Photos you don’t have to hide from. No more angles, no more edits.

14. To feel light. Physically, emotionally. To float in rooms instead of shrinking in corners.

You can eat that.

When you’re thin.

Untill then, I promise you it’s not going anywhere.

You know what it tastes like why eat it and ruin your progress.? Is it worth it.?

“I’ll start tmr”

“Just one more day”

“I’ll eat whatever tdy and start fresh tmr”

“Js one more bite”

Bitch you said that a billion times.

It’s now or never.

It’s a matter of do you want it or not.

Are you weak or not.

Do you want to be thin or not.

Do you have the discipline or not.

You have the power.

It’s all up to you.

Change your destiny.

You wont regret it.

Choose thin, choose your dream.!

Being thin is no longer a want.

It’s a need.

Keep pigging out..

And you’ll look like a pig this summer.

After my net being 453 cals yesterday I lost 1.8 pounds

If I continue to have an intake under 500 I’ll be at my gw in 2 weeks hopefully

Your hungry?? now take off all ur clothes and get infront of a mirror, still hungry?? I didn’t thinks so!!stay strong, it will pay off!! Xoxo

⭐️Motivation

make Ana proud she has been there for you,she wants to see you win she wants to see you thin she wants to see you prettier don’t let her down she’s been counting on you,ana loves you she is comfort she is power she is thin itself and through her you will be.

⭐️ving motivation!

Why let a moment of comfort get in the way of your dream,Remeber why you’re doing this.

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

I know you crave perfection,

and it’s not built through comfort and giving in its built through pain,hunger,and sacrifice!

Broke my fast at 75 hours and 52 minutes

I've lost 1.8kg/4lbs and I had a small meal to break my fast under 500 Cal's. And started another fast for consistency.

When you feel faint during a fast and you smile instead of panicking. 😭

🧍🏽‍♀️okay but like do I need a spark when being skinny will have me sparkling?

i might lose my spark but i'm thinner and that's all that matters

"Why are you starving yourself?"

God forbid I put myself first and try to better myself.🙄

˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖✮-----꒷꒦︶꒦꒷𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄꒷꒦︶꒦꒷-----✮˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖

⁺ 　　 ˚𝕽𝖞𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑.

. * 　　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

. * 　　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

𝟏. 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝟐-𝟑 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝟐. 𝐍𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝟓𝐩𝐦.

𝟑. 𝐃𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝟖𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟐 𝐩𝐦/𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝟖𝐩𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝟓𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

𝟒. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟑𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 + 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝.

𝟓. 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 = 𝟓𝟎𝟎/𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 = 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎.

𝟔. 𝟓𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 - 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝟖-𝟏𝟎𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬.

𝟕. 𝐀𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐛 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞.

𝟖. 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞.

/) /) ~ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓

( •-• ) ~ ♡ 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕.

/づづ ~ ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ•͙✧⃝•͙✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ•͙✧⃝•͙✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ•͙✧⃝•͙✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ•͙✧⃝•͙✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ

Silly little rules that keep me safe and secure in my journey. ♡♡ That I'll follow religiously until I get to my goal weight. I might add more as time goes on.

P.s if this triggers/bothers you please block, don’t report!🌸

Why didn't you say anything?

Poly TF 141 x sex-demon reader (male intended but has depictions of fem):

A|n: Based on this writer's amazing work and this artist's au. And now this is very long.... I can't just write porn can I? Of well.

Prt:2 is done <3 》》》》》

Be warned I use more Catholic or deamon depiction of our succubus(male) reader, so please expect some body horror esk depictions. Also, the 141 are all in a polycule in this story.

CW: NSFW halfway through after the line break, sex addiction or dependence depicted for reader, threats to health, kind of eating disorder esk, talk of threats/acts of noncon and dubcon to reader (not focused on), polyamory, some talk of religion, why is this so long? And angst??? Ok....

Thinking about being a demon who became the 141's spy. The blood of the damned that ran through you, making you that much more dangerous and that much better at your job.

You fell under the deadly sin of lust, but it's been so many decades that you can't quite remember how you came to be. Maybe reincarnation, maybe you were summoned. It doesn't matter anymore, but it still hindered your intake into the military. You were practically a veteran by the time Price picks you up and drags you into his team.

None of the 141 had ever worked with anyone demonic for an extended amount of time. There had been the call ins and times when they picked up failed missions, but none of them ever really worked with a demon.

Ghost, as a wraith, was the closest any of them had gotten to working with anyone similar to you.

You started out as someone they called to scope out information before a particularly threatening mission. You were just the help, the one they called when they needed a spy. Until they leaned about how every other task force would drop you within a month of calling you thiers.

Price had worried that it was something to do with you or your attitude towards teamwork when he had taken you in, made you one of his men.

That was before he noticed this kind of cycle you would go through. Just when a mission would start, you would pull back. You would separate from everyone, not cold turkey, yet you just wouldn't be present. The training room was one person short, or their would be one less person here on the quieter afternoons he didn't even know this team had.

It was after the missions that you would be more than present again.

You were there again when Soap wanted to run his lycanthopic body to exhaustion just so he could feel just a little more human with the pains it brought. When he was hyper, feeling like he needed to move, you were there to shove him. Drag him into a game of tag or chase or anything to help him move. Soap has never been good at sitting still.

When Gaz needed to be called from the purch he picked to preen his damp or irritated feathers on that was away from the busy noise of the base. Or when his Avian blood told him to take to the sky, you were happy to be taken for a flight or watch him loop around, watch him stretch his wings, across the star splattered skies.

And there you were outside with the nocturnal Ghost, saying you didn't need the sleep most nights and got bored. Even when his form would flicker, tendrils of shadows lashing around his open skin, something that made most run. You stayed with him, hummed a tune you can't remember the origin of, in a language probably only those as old as you would remember.

When Price was struck with phantom pain, when he would feel this pang on his wing only to realize it was from the one that didn't exist anymore. You were there with him. Happy to share a cigar with the smoke that smoldered was neither from his drag nor you. There to sit and fill in paperwork long into the night shift, to just exist around Price when the team was still settling in, or licking wounds.

In the more common areas where Soap would annoy Gaz into another game of cards. You were there to keep the peace.

It had taken Price longer than he was willing to admit to know what was going on. It wasn't some manipulative, carrot and stick, trick no. And it almost seemed like you hadn't consciously been doing it. Before it clicked.

You were a demon, a succubus, to be specific. You fed off of the emotion or the intent of sex.

And you only got that when you needed to get someone to talk. You only lean into it when it's needed for a mission.

He honestly felt stupid, like a leader that failed, but he was quick to right that failure. It wasn't like this team didn't run off and blow off steam together or that they left soap to struggle through his heat alone, nor did they leave Gaz to sit and brood alone. None of that.

And if you were a part of his team, this team, then you can't be starved. Can't be left to weaken, to crave, no. Price wouldn't stand it.

So he talked to the team. Told them his theory, his plan to fix it, and when the team had gotten over the hurt of leaving you alone and weak. They jumped at the opportunity.

Starting small.

Being more openly affectionate around you, never quiet reaching out but still letting the emotions linger.

Those play fights that Ghost would tap out of suddenly just kept going, and those thick visceral emotions none could quiet place the origin of; would hang so heavy in the air you could practically catch it between your teeth.

Those days Gaz would pull back, preen his wings alone; became fewer and far between. Now, the nearest team mate had a lap full of fluffled up wings and pleading eyes. And could Gaz use those honey coated eyes of his to glance up through his lashes and beg.

The quiet chuckles and this ever so pleased emotion would wind around Price's incisors, a satisfied thrill of the dragon flooding a palpable semblance of the satisfied job.

Price started talking about to the team, and they started trying to be more connected, more present, with you so you could have that nourishment. And if that meant that private room doors were left ever so lightly ajar during late nights spent with each other. No one mentioned it.

Soap was the first to notice the actual change.

Your eyes would flicker, puplis vibrating softly before it was shut down, and you would disappear. Or you would actually pull back. He was also the first to tell Price. And thier leader waisted no time.

"You good there, lutenent?" His voice calls softly into your quarters.

"All good Cap."

"Not so sure about that one soldier." Price presses on, taking a step further in to push the door more closed, "You don't play well with this team?"

"No, I have no qualms with any of you. Sorry if it seemed so."

"Ya do always talk so proper like you know?"

"Apologies, old habits."

Price steps closer, easily taking the space offered my your open thighs. Letting that simmering feeling flush his skin.

"Maybe we should start making new ones. What do you say, Sugar?"

His hand hovered just over your throat, careful to keep you feel safe. Price of all people knows what a demon can do when cornered, and it wasn't like he wanted you to feel put off.

He sees what Soap saw, just as his palm cups the edge of your jaw, your pupils flicker. Body dropping almost leaning agaisnt him.

"Why didn't you say something, Suguar?"

"Not of my use in this team."

"You don't need to be useful to eat." He sounded almost angry, calming all the more when you do lean into him, "you never need to earn a meal. Just ask. We all want to help."

That night, he let you ride him.

Laid back against your bed, held your weight by your thighs, and let you set the pace. Even if he was so hard it hurt, or if your dark lion-esk tail would flick across the sensitive inside of his thigh. Or when he's come twice and is practically drooling before he notice just how much more like your kin you look.

He doesn't stop you from flicking a forked tongue over the overwhelmed tears, he only noticed the change at the hitch of your breath when Price tangles his scared hands in your hair. Accidently tracing the curving rams horns that has twisted around your more pointed ears.

Singing your praise, even as you tried and failed to explain that you don't matter in this, just his pleasure.

He shut that down real quick.

I need moots does anybody wanna be moots I’m new I don’t know anyone here I’m so sorry guys😭.

Losing weight is hard but being fat is harder…

SERIOUS QUESTION

How do you guys that have periods still deal with the cravings leading up to or on your period. For mine the whole week before and on I crave chocolate and sweet stuff so so so bad.

Just remember in 20 seconds the taste will be gone and all that will be left is the regret just like last time.

Skinney

May, 2024

A piece I did after listening to HIT ME HARD AND SOFT, specifically the first song. It reminded me of my OC, Aoki, who’s a content creator that struggles with both her body image and getting attention on her posts. This was a really experimental piece but I’m still very proud of it!

~Wieiad~

9•28•24

Breakfast:

2 Iron gummies - 10c

2 Zinc gummies - 20c

2 Vitamin D gummies- 15c

2 Vitamin C gummies - 20c

2 Biotin gummies - 10c

2 Omega 3 gummies - 25c

Lunch:

14g FF Fig Newton - 42c

11g Highkey mini choc chip cookies - 51c

11g Highkey double choc brownie cookies - 55c

.58 Milano raspberry&choc cookie - 38c

Dinner:

46.7g Brownie batter Protien puff bar - 163c

Snacks:

119g Cucumber with peel - 18c

49g Red grapes - 34c

Total - 502c

Water Intake - 51FLOZ

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Macros:

Carbs - 76g

Protein - 24g

Fat - 16g

Fiber - 3g

Sodium - 482mg

Calcium - 168mg

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No pictures because I was lazy today, but I ate the cucumber and grapes early in the afternoon after cleaning the dishes and kitchen, and my sweet tooth was screaming so I ate some not so great things and I’m not feeling good about it…..I could’ve had some homemade air fried chicken nuggets and gotten more protein, but I kind of stayed in my cal limit so I won’t beat myself up too much about it..The protein bar weighed more than what the nutrients label said and that’s what made it go over 500 :c I’m giving my body 2 hours to digest the food a bit then I’m going to bed 🥱

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