vaspider:

spaceisprettycool:

vaspider:

minervasminion:

vaspider:

Having read one too many descriptions of women in fantasy fiction where their breasts hang freely under their tunic or whatever, I kind of want to write something where I casually include descriptions of what it’s ACTUALLY like to have tits of a certain size with no bra under a tunic on a hot day.

“My breasts hung loose under my tunic. Actually, they stuck to my chest with sweat. I wanted to nudge them upward with an arm and air out my undertit, but I knew everyone was looking at me. Being queen sucks sometimes.”

“Alone in my tent, I finally ripped off my sweaty tunic and stretched my arms. Thank GODDESS, I could dry my torso out from where my underboob was swamplike and manky. Ugh.”

“A rivulet of sweat gathered under my boob and ran down my side, right over the ticklish bit on my ribcage. I have never felt less sexy or hated leather clothing more.”

Not to mention inevitable nipple chafing

I literally just cackled so loud that I startled my dog.

“My breasts hung loosely under my tunic, which was super-handy, because underneath them is where I keep my daggers, a flagon of ale, a mending kit, five kittens, my bedroll, and my squire.” 

Ahahaha