Got Any Jing Yuan Hcs Because Im Sure Being A General Who Loves To Sit Around And Laze Like A Cat Plus

got any jing yuan hcs because i’m sure being a general who loves to sit around and laze like a cat plus dan heng who seems to love keeping in contact for various things (food dates?) got his old metabolism fighting and losing haha

definitely have some hcs! his favorite hobby is eating a big meal then taking a nap in the sun. . . just like a cat lol

hes had to tailor his clothes a bit, that belt that was around his waist is now underneath it, emphasizing his belly. Also holding it up some, which helps him feel the weight less.

Fu x/uan keeps making fun of him and asking if his fat ass is going to retire now, since hes *clearly* let go of himself. Jing Y/uan just smiles and says it’s not time yet. it is true that it hasn’t affected his fighting prowess. . . yet. Then again, he usually just summons LL to take care of things. Somehow, despite being a diviner, Fu x/uan cannot figure out that he enjoys the teasing greatly. Every time she does it, he goes and stuffs himself later to see just how far gone he is now.

dan he/ng was not enthusiastic about ever returning to the Luof/u, but he decided to because every time he sees a picture of jing y/uan he looks fatter and dh HAS to see for himself. the first time they meet again it’s at a restaurant and dh watches jy down several full meals and dh is trying so fucking hard to control himself.

since dh can’t resist, it starts to happen regularly, and dh is so distracted by jy he always ends up overeating too. by the end of the food dates they’re slowly walking to jing yuan’s, bellies full and stuffed, giving each other a belly rub before falling asleep.

with a sweet tooth as big as the generals’, he is always eating some kind of sugar. the easiest way to get the general to agree to something is bring a sweet drink or a box of pastries with it. this is one thing contributing greatly to his waistline. it’s a little bit of a game between the people directly under him to guess how many meals he will eat and whether or not he’ll pop a seam today.

real bitches understand…. they understand my lov for her ;-;

does anyone have a clean copy of that image with all the little jars of kinks you can fill in with a color to indicate what ur into and how much

kaveh the kind of person that cooks as an apology, to show love/care/etc. he cooks for alhaitham all the time now and alhaitham doesnt want to waste it, and it IS good, and he finds his stomach getting closer and closer to reaching the table

little did alhaitham know it was kavehs plan all along but i love the kaveh gets ripped and thin alhaitham fat and large trope its such a good one

hear me out gallagher being bullied by sunday into gaining more weight "your skinny compared to some of the other hounds" (hes already like huge)

Ga//agher looks hopefully at the impressive spread of dishes on the table. Sunday walks from the far side towards him.

“All for you.” Sunday arrives next to him, putting one hand on Ga//agher’s thick shoulder. “You’re so skinny, it’s a disgrace to the Bloodhounds. How do you expect to enforce security when you don’t have the mass to back it up?”

“Isn’t this enough?” Ga//agher plays along, lifting his impressive overhang.

“Pathetically skinny.” Sunday pokes at his side rolls, finger nearly disappearing in the depths of it. “Woo/sey’s outdone you. You should be more like him.”

Woo/sey had gotten stuck in a booth the other day after lunch, needing to call some other bloodhounds to get him out. Ga//agher had been a little bit worried they would need to unstick himself, too.

Ga//agher heaves a sigh, sending his belly rippling. “I suppose i should get started, then.”

”You should. And since your own efforts have been . . . unsatisfactory,” Sunday eyes Ga//agher’s massive belly, wide thighs and plump arms disapprovingly, “i believe i will have to make certain you eat a proper meal”.

he gains weight

puts his clothes on

sits down at the casino

POP they burst and now hes flustered because the coat cant hide his chub anymore and his thighs are big enough to pop a garter belt