#fat orin... not canon?

[scriv3lloirl]

h- hey.. Errrmm. I really like your blog but errrrmm uh i think its really weird how you draw orin like that .... :/ .... are- are you like errmm fetishizing fat people .... you shouldnt support that kind of stuff man... ☝️maybe,,. you should stop drawing people with differnet body types cause like uhj p-people might start having different body types in real life. what if people think its okay to not be a twink...................... erm

Oh m' lord. Wow. How do I ev'r move on from somethin like this..? Sighs.. This hate ask is jus brutal...

Gee- maybe this Anon, who I definitely don' know, is right.. 💔 Fat Orin is jus too much...

Live announcement ev'ryone! Changin m' art style right here n right now. Orin Twinkvello will be th' new norm round here.

Get used t' seein this perfect, handsome skinny face.

[scriv3lloirl]

"I love you drill-teeth-art" we all say in unison.

Also that fucking thang. That dentist.

[dodorimo]

in his name - part 2

Continuation to this

Canon-divergent AU in which Bhaal visits a young Orin and Dark Urge in their dreams. Some Orin/Durge

Warnings: grooming, incest

AO3 link

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The room came alive with the sound of her singing. It was an old nursery rhyme, the lyrics to which she had forgotten, so she replaced it with her own.

First things first, she needed to make space for her guests. The round table in the middle of the room was full of junk and clutter, so to the floor it went.

Her guests today were Lady Frog, Sir Rabbit and Mr. Crow. Mr. Crow was already beginning to rot, but Eirin didn’t mind the smell very much.

With everything in place, it was time for the finishing touches. She found the gem-studded crown at the bottom of a chest. It sat upon her head like it was tailor-made, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit room. She stared at her reflection for a few moments. In her mind’s eye, she was beautiful; deadly, her frame was fuller and her baby fat gave way to sharp cheekbones. Satisfied, she turned around and took her place in the center of the makeshift dais.

“I promise to be loyal, here and forever.” It felt right to say those ancient words. It felt like vindication. “Until the end of everything.”

Eirin imagined Bhaal, his white-blonde framing his face, as he dropped to his knees to let her place his crown on his head. His was different, more subdued, but still pulsating with the unmistakable glow of magic. He would say his vows then and tell her — finally, finally — that he was proud of her.

The guests cheered and danced and clapped until she slit their throats open and they moved no more. Of course, they were already dead, their bodies drained dry, so she smeared red paint on their necks.

“Blood to seal our union,” she hummed. “A feast fit for royalty.”

To die a second death at the hands of their newly crowned king and queen. How many were so lucky?

If Eirin hadn't been so caught up in her own fantasy, she might have noticed Orin standing a few feet away, watching her with cold, unflinching eyes, and she would have known her sister had been there for a long, long time.

“I’ll tell Father,” Orin broke the silence, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

Eirin leaped to her feet like a scared rabbit. Dread rooted her in place.

What would Bhaal do if he found out?

Would he cast her aside, make an example of her? The girl who thought she was worthy of a god. Point at her and laugh.

Or, more terrifying, still…

Would he take her up her offer? Make her his queen?

She would rather not know.

Orin turned and went for the door. She watched her reach for the handle as if time had stopped moving.

If this had happened years ago, her sister would have easily outrun her, but Eirin was older now and her legs were longer and she caught the end of her braid — so long, so excessive — just as she was about to cross the threshold. Pulling hard enough to send her to the floor. Her cry of pain didn’t move her one bit. She should have listened to her and cut her hair short.

Too late now.

“Do you remember this one?” The dagger pressed at the older girl’s throat was the same dagger she used to put down the hare at Bhaal’s command, two years ago. The same dagger she had strapped to her waist as Orin snickered at her for her failure.

It has been years, but time has not eased her anger. It festered, like a deadly poison rushing through her veins.

She still held the girl by the braid as she straddled her chest, her own weight pressed down on her to keep her from moving. Orin’s dagger was made short work of, thrown across the floor. She wouldn’t take any chances.

“Maybe I should mark you. Maybe that will teach you not to talk down to your betters.”

And, just because she could, Eirin leaned down and whispered, “Half-breed.”

Orin’s legs flailed uselessly, trying to knock her down. But the more she tried, the deeper the dagger sank into her throat.

The grayish paleness of Orin’s skin had always fascinated her, even if she would never say that to her face. It made the red of her blood jump out. She can’t help but lean forward and scoop some with her blade.

The taste was just as intoxicating as she expected. Coppery and tinged with sweat.

She knew the feeling of holding such power over someone could be exhilarating; she heard plenty of stories from other disciples and from Bhaal himself. But she’s never felt like this when she kills. She never felt like this at all.

Eirin was all too aware of the rapid fall and rise of Orin’s chest. Of her breasts pressed against her lower body.

For a feverish second, she wondered what it would be like to feel her without the barrier of their clothes. Could she take her pleasure in this way like a man would? What would happen if she moved up a little higher and placed her (now wet) slit against her sister's mouth, dragging it up and down, up and down?

The girl’s eyes brimmed with anticipation. Orin wanted this just as much as she did, she realized.

There was a noise like glass shattering on the floor. They part in a tangle of limbs.

No words were exchanged. There was nothing to be said.

She could hear Orin’s fading footsteps but she didn’t dare look back, her cheeks red with shame, and something else altogether. It wasn't a silly sense of morality that caused her to worry. She had been told these types of relationships strengthened their family.

So why did it feel wrong?

It was an accident. A lapse in judgment spurned by bloodlust. She swore on her father’s name: it wouldn’t happen again. Hatred is a feeling she was acquainted with. There was comfort in hate.

But she would be naive to believe a noise like that wasn’t a little too well-timed, even if she couldn’t feel anyone’s presence in the room.

Orin was watching. Who else could be there, skulking in the shadows?

If there was dissent among Bhaal’s faithful, she would find out. Even if she had to round them all up and draw the truth from their corpses.

Her other concern—that her father would learn of her little fantasy—was no longer a pressing matter. Orin wouldn’t say a word to Bhaal about what happened. Not when she was keeping a secret herself.

She repeated in her mind, the words washing over her. Hatred is a feeling she is acquainted with. There is comfort in hatred.

[gensokyogains]

While Chen isn't "canonically" dating them both simultaneously because multi-ship, imagine a timeline where she is and Orin and Mystia work together to feed Chen, one holding her down while the other stuffs her face.

Mystia, sitting on Chen's belly to weigh her down and keep her from moving, using her as a seat as she cooks more and more for the fat cat.

Orin, out getting takeout and other fast food, arriving just to tip a wheelbarrow full of burgers and doughnuts into Chen's mouth while Mystia takes a second to start cooking again.

A fearsome duo.

[hunnieknight]

♡MEET THE ARTIST/AUTHOR♡

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◇Name : Hunnie or Orin

◇Age : 24 (Age along with me)

◇Theme : Sheep, Pink

◇Note : Hair color can be brown or cranberry, my hair is currently dyed, so that's why her hair also changing.

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5'3/161 cm (south east asian build ✌)

Heavy, chubby build, FAT ASS

Submissive and a hard bottom

Bi, can be shipped with both male and female (ships are not canon)

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If you have any question just ask below!

[scriv3lloirl]

A'ight. Whoev'r this Anon is? Needs t' reveal theyselves right now, cus that is th' sweetest fuckin thin' I've ev'r read.

Anon, I love you. Don't be afraid t' DM me. I don't bite.. promise! (This goes fer ev'ryone too. I love interactin wit folks!!) What ya said wasn't weird, by the way. I'm flattered.

Confession blog, I also love you. Y'ur too kind. Wanna frolic through a meadow wit me sometime?

Okay so I really really need someone (anyone really) t know this n I'm feeling brave so. I'm confessin this. Is this weird? I'm so sorry if it is.

Scriv3lloirl is such a talented artist n he makes such funny posts—I'm really scared to talk wit him, or reveal myself, cus I actually dont know how old he is (an I'm a minor and I'm like 50/50 if I have a damn crush on this man.. I'll be fr 😭😭)

None of my friends really like Little Shop as much as I do, n I'm devastated and I really wanna be the Seymour to his Orin (cus he got me into shippin those guys.)

The way he draws Orin is so fckn cool n I love the way he draws Orin's leather jacket n his hooked nose n his super deep set eyes n fat Orin supremacy!!!!!! (I low-key wanna hold his hand (his Orin design) cos I think he would crush me.)

Scriv3lloirl has introduced me t so many ideas n headcanons n I kinda picked up his typin quirk and uggjwhahdmanrhe-

If he sees this, umm............ Hi!!!! I'm your #1 fan. 🦷 (I'm so scared to send this in.)

I cant tell you if it's weird or not but I can at least be weird with you. I feel there is a non-zero chance that every alloromantic LSOH fan on tumblr has a crush on that guy. I don't think it's ever made or said anything that wasn't the coolest thing i'd ever seen. It's art is impeccable. It's character interpretations are absolutely inspired. His OC designs are awesome. When I read his typing quirk I can practically hear the sound of a revving motorcycle. His pfp appears to be the photo for "Dentist!" on the back of the 1982 official off broadway cast album vinyl record. I'm also currently working on retrieving a piece of LSOH fanart that I never posted because tooth encouraged me to. one of tooth's pronouns are "tooth." everything about that is Objectively. Fucking. Awesome.

Everyone go check out @scriv3lloirl 's blog rn. It's a goddamn treat

[video320]

Draw All of Dragonball!!!

#47 - All I could find that even resembled a name was “Muscular Lady”. I know she was just meant to be a joke. “haha, look at the ugly fat lady” but I’m not about that. So here's what I’m gonna do. I'm Changing Canon, I’m giving her a name. Sasha, Sasha “The Power Lifter”. Respect her hustle. Roshi missed out.

#48 - The Mermaid, also no name. What do you think about “Kairi”?

#49 - The Man, The Monk. The Orin Temple reject. The Chesnut-headed Warrior. In my last read-thru it was pretty apparent That He might be the most important character in the series. Mostly because he’s the only one who seems to pay attention.

[scriv3lloirl]

TW... sexy fat man!!!!

This redraw was really fun t' do haha.

Seven n a half months.. wow. How time flies.

Original under th' cut.

[scriv3lloirl]

Transexualism...

Original under th' cut

[scriv3lloirl]

"Seymour! This is my date, my boyfriend! Orin Scrivello!" *SNAP* "...DDS."

This took me 22 hours.

[scriv3lloirl]

Little Shop digital art dump!

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The first drawin/screenie redraw— Orin n Seymour

Fat Orin canon‼️ — I love projectin m' body type onto m' favorite characters. (Some folks might've already seen this posted on other platforms lol)

Second Drawin I did (which also doubles as a b'day gift fer' @nicowasheree — HAPPY B'DAY!!) is also of Orin n Seymour!!

Seymorin for the win, ladies n gentlemen. (Not the proudest of this, but it was late when I finished this up n I don't feel like changin shit round'.)

Third piece I did was of Audrey‼️‼️

My Audrey design is heavily inspired by both Joy Woods n Mj Rodriguez <3 (I love both of them so much.)

Her chipped tooth was inspired by our fictive. (She gave permission n said it was okay if I used some elements of her n her source memories into my interpretation/design of her. Thanks Audrey!! We love you!!)

Fourth was a screenie redraw of Audrey n Seymour!!

This one isn't my favorite. But it's always fun learnin how t' draw side profiles wit features I'm not used t' drawin yet.

Audrey's short hair is purposeful, by the way. In my version, she cuts her hair shorter after Orin dies cus she believes that "hair holds memory." N Seymour helps her cut her hair after they sing 'Suddenly Seymour' hehe.

I might have t' draw Seymour helpin Audrey cut her hair soon cus it's cute.

Final drawin I did was m' designs of The Urchins!!

They're so underrated, please.

Their designs are inspired by the like- hundred different versions of Little Shop I've seen online lol — I'm still learnin how t' draw POC features so.. if anyone wants t' give tips? My DMS are open.

Anyway, that's m' art dump.

[scriv3lloirl]

Ignore how I'm late with this, almost posted this without the red eye make-up colorin.

Trad Goth Scrivello ev'ry pony.

Anyway. I was jus fuckin round wit' patternin's n shit so let's pretend t' not notice how ugly his leather jacket looks.

[scriv3lloirl]

Dude why don't I draw Audrey n Orin t'gether more t'fuck?? I love m' designs fer' the both of them so much. Anyway. Boom.

Definitely not m' best piece of work—definitely see a lot of thin's that I'd fix up lookin at it now. But I'm way too lazy t' go in n actually edit th' damn thin'.

I was tweakin a lil cus I thought I made Orin really skinny, but I think he looks a'ight now.

[scriv3lloirl]

If I had a nickel fer ev'rytime I drew Seymour lookin terrified at Orin, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice.

Wishin I made Seymour's nose a bit bigger, but oh well. I made this at like. 2AM or whatev'r t'fuck. I was clunked right out tryna stay up t' do laundry.

(screenie redraw!!)

[scriv3lloirl]

'scuse how shitty the posin' n anatomy look—so instead, let's jus focus in n that totally rad 'I 🦷 mom' tattoo Orin definitely has.

I literally scrapped this t'gether in a few days. Please enjoy this.

[scriv3lloirl]

Me when I can draw m'self again

It was a screenshot redraw 👍