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as god intended.

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self rbing this cause im freeing him from the cut

the d.eltar.une 3 guy....

i need him.

dont put this in fandom spaces i stg

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yall I think i need that tv guy. don't mind me if i draw him. a lot.

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the d.eltar.une 3 guy....

i need him.

dont put this in fandom spaces i stg

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this fella has the biggest pred vibes I've ever seen in my life, so i had to

idk shit about this game, but this is for whichever one of you has been filling my dash up with this guy .

[keep out of fandom blogs/ tags or I'll kill you]

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Egotistical pred who only eats tinies because they are easier to handle than same size prey.

They are kind of skittish and unconfident most of the time, around other people, but they are good at being mean to tinies and eating lots of them

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“so,” the villain said, voice smooth as black oil. “Where is he?”

The villain had captured, and shrunk the hero's sidekick down to a more manageable size, and had now contained them in a large glass beaker

The sidekick glared upward. “You think I’d rat him out to you? dream on, freak.”

The villain was undisturbed.

"let me clarify. I know where he is. Hes coming to save you. If hes found out youre missing that is -- i hypothesise, your hero will be too late. Too late to save you from me."

The villain flicked an invisible speck of dust off of their white coat, "after all, you are useless to me. I dont keep things around that have no use at all, i do hate clutter."

The sidekick’s eyes widened. “Wait--what are you going to do?”

“I am going to get rid of you." They said plainly, "I prefer something... economic. Organic disposal. Though you might be a bit hard to get down at this size... no matter"

They licked their lips absentmindedly. “Waste not, want not.”

The sidekick stumbled backward against the curved glass wall. “You’re joking. You’re insane.”

The villain only tilted their head. “Well, if you’re lucky, maybe your hero will find you in time.”

"You - you cant just eat me - it's, its not ethical"

The villain just laughed. Because the sidekick knew ethical practice wasnt the villain's modus operandi

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The lair door slammed open

“Where is he?” the hero demanded, boots skidding across the polished floor.

The villain's gaze flicked up. They were reclining in a high-backed chair, lab coat unbuttoned, one leg crossed over the other. Their hands were folded over the slight rise of their abdomen, rounder. distended. Satisfied.

A faint, glurrg issued from within the villain’s midsection, and they patted it absently, like one might after a heavy meal.

The hero gaped.

“No…”

“Oh,” the villain replied, “yes.”

"You monster,” the hero whispered, fists clenched. “He was innocent”

“Was being the operative word.” The villain picked their teeth.

"You...how dare you...... I .... should have gotten here sooner .. you had no right"

A muffled belch slipped from the villain’s lips. They dabbed at their mouth with the back of one gloved hand, utterly unbothered. “You’re too late,” the villain said, “But you’re welcome to stay. I find digestion so… educational.

And im definitely not in a state to fight you. So if thats what you want, please let it be known now, so I can arrange a visit from my henchmen."

The hero stood, stunned, while the villain reclined deeper into the chair- content, humming, a quietly working belly on their lap.

the hero watched it, the swollen belly under the fabric of their shirt. Lab coat draped across either side of it.

There, the chorus of bubbling gurgles and muffled churns filled the silence, soft and low and constant, and if not to personify an organ, content. As well

The hero swallowed thickly. That’s him, the hero thought. That’s… that’s my sidekick. In there. Breaking down. Being... used. His face burned.

The villain’s body was human, but what sat there wasn’t. Not entirely. There was intelligence behind those eyes, cruelty, sapience, but an equally true fact was that this was a predator animal. And it had just eaten their friend.

The hero flushed deeper.

“hello there?” the villain said. “I expected you to .... i dont know..... attack me?"

The hero couldn’t answer. Their eyes kept drifting down. To the villain's gut.

A wet, languid blorp rose. The sidekick. Gone. Reduced to meat and bubbles of sound inside that grotesquely (admittedly) attractive swell.

"Does it disturb you?” the villain asked. They gave their belly an affectionate rub. It let out a sharp grrggghhl, as if in reply. “You’re blushing.”

“Shut up,” the hero snapped- "You’re a monster.”

The villain’s eyes flicked down. Analysing flush blooming across the hero’s cheeks, the way their eyes wandered, the tense and awkward and vulnerable counterance.

It clicked.

"Well well well," the villain started. "What’s this? Feeling... intrigued, are we?”

"i can see you're trying not to stare - god - ....seriously, you're into this? Watching me digest your precious side kick?"

“i had no idea - I thought I was tormenting you, truly breaking you down by showing off what I did but. But maybe... maybe I’ve been teasing the wrong nerve.” They tapped a finger lightly on their gut, which gave a low, wet churn in reply. "Complete accident, my bad truly"

“I never meant to... uh... turn you on with my big, full belly,” the villain said, voice dipping into a playful drawl, to alieviate their own embarrassment at the awkward situation.

“Though, now I’m wondering if you’ve got a thing for predators digesting their meals... is that it?"

The hero’s face burned hotter, eyes darting away as they struggled for a reply, but the villain wasn’t finished.

“You can’t help it. I see it in the way you watch, the way you are getting all embarrassed. It’s... fascinating.”

Their fingers traced a slow, teasing circle on their coat above that soft swell. “Honestly, it’s almost flattering.”

The hero’s jaw tightened, lips pressed so thin. He wouldn’t admit it, couldn’t admit it, not aloud, not even to himself. But beneath the rush of fury and heartbreak, beneath the desperate need to be angry, the truth pulsed like a secret heartbeat: this was their ultimate fantasy. God it was embarrassing. Why today? Why now? Why..... them.

The villain shifts in their chair, awkwardly patting the curve of their belly as a soft 'brrruurp' escapes.

They wince, putting a hand over their mouth, too late.

“Uh, excuse me,” they murmur, cheeks going pink under the sterile lights. “I… I’m sorry. I really don’t mean to make this any more… enticing for you.”

the hero buries his face in his hands.

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mm bord beating the heat (and failing)

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you eat a prey but then it starts fingering your stomach's sphincter

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ugh, graah [clutching my left eye and staggering] the darkness inside of me, won't be quelled unless.. unless you let me... bite your stomach fat

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Dominant prey vs. Meek pred

Pinning the pred against a wall. Rubbing up and down, firmly, on their abdomen. The flat, empty belly starts to growl. The prey teases the pred,, how hungry they seem. The pred stammers incoherently in response.

The prey tries to coax the pred into wanting to eat them

the prey stipulates that the pred should only do it if they can fully digest the prey. They better be able to clear the next few days, they will feel much to full to do anything else. And they better not be afraid to get fat. After all, the prey is the same size of the pred. If not taller. That's a lot of meat and fat to process all at once.

All this talk is making the pred hungry, and increasingly desperate

The prey tries to get the pred to ask to eat them. The pred is embarrased at first.

Eventually, after some prompting from the prey, they work up the courage to ask.

"C-can I eat you?"

The prey says the pred should ask politely.

"Uhm, can, can I eat you, p-please?"

Good enough, the prey prys the preds mouth open, fitting their hands inside, the pred tries to do the rest of the work, its hard for them, but finally the prey is fully inside their belly.

Pred pants, and squirms as their stomach begins to digest the large meal.

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I don't know why they made this talking stone door in Fable really into fat people but I'm all here for it.

Like the rest of the doors give you like riddles and puzzles. This one just wants you to get fat as fuck.

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heehee yeaah funy (+ @dinnergirl)

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a prey being especially attracted to members of their predator species

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Pred who inexplicably decided you were their bro and so they never eat you. You were terrified of them at first but you eventually realised, they werent getting close to try and eat you, they just like your vibe

You are still horrified by them. Since they do eat others, and their gut is often quite full-looking. In a way that makes your chest sink because you know why their body looks like that

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As a premiere treat, here’s the concept art for Faustina’s first opponent: Loveta the She-Wolf, played by Autumn Ivy. With art by the amazing @holographicgoblinking , who also voices Jesse Bazooka in the show!

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have some ms paint fox booty, my lord