#localized growth

[pelleas-at-castle-nox]

Ancient Forest/Leather

It was common knowledge that the woods of the Demesne were holy ground, and nobody, not the Denizens, and certainly not an outsider like you, were welcome in them. It was also fairly common knowledge that it was an old superstition, grounded in fear of a particularly powerful dragon who had long since stopped patrolling these woods. You didn't know which story to believe, and maybe it was some self destructive urge that saw you wandering in past the treeline, but you were here now.

The beauty of the forest was unlike anything you'd seen in your home world, never before seen plants, strangely evolved animals, and of course, the delicious fruits that you discovered every step of the way. You'd purchased a field guide and it hadn't steered you wrong so far. You even showed self restraint, avoiding the ones marked as poisonous even if you dreamed that maybe something tantalizing would lie in the poisons of this place, and yet you knew whatever magical effect they would have on you, it would be notably less fun to experience if no one ever came to look for you, which no one would.

You'd been exploring all day and your clothes and hands were sticky from the ripe fruit you'd been devouring. While you'd thought far enough to prepare for the hike, you certainly didn't plan for an overripe peach looking thing to splatter you with deliciously sticky juice. Try as you might to kick yourself clean, it just wasn't working, and the guidebook did say it was dangerous to go around emanating certain scents for fear of predators, and not the fun kind either.

You suddenly froze in your tracks when you came upon a clearing, with a beautiful spring that glowed mysteriously. You'd seen plenty of other things reminiscent of video games in your time here, so throwing caution to the wind, you went with the first instinct such a specific sight brought you, a healing spring! The way little motes of light danced around it like fairies only reinforced the idea as you shrugged off your pack. Whatever kind of spring it was, it probably wouldn't help to soak your entire inventory too. You looked down with a blush at the way your light armor conformed around your middle, having grown stuffed from your epicurian taste testing session. You decided it's probably best to leave the clothes behind too, and hand wash the juice stains out once you're no longer an insect attractant yourself.

Stripped down like this, you check the coast once more to ensure nobody's around, and slowly dip your toes into the tranquil water. In an instant, all the aches and pains your feet had accrued from carrying you around the forest all day melted away. This confirmed your theory, there wasn't any other explanation. You began to walk further towards the center, though to your surprise the decline of the shore was quite steep. You'd scarcely taken five steps before the water was up to your thighs, and a few more steps saw the water rising up to your pleasantly stuffed abdomen.

When the water began to soothe your overburdened belly, you felt a burning hunger take the place of satiated fullness. It was a surprisingly intense emotion, one that wasn't unpleasant, but was certainly filling you with desires. The previous experience had left you wanting more of course, but the desire to plunge deeper was nothing compared to the roaring inferno of desire that your hunger was becoming. Still, you'd come in here with a mission, and your will was strong enough that a bit of existential hunger wasn't going to stop you from fully submerging.

Rather than continuing deep enough to submerge, you decided you were. content to just splash yourself and head back to the shore for a snack. You cupped your hands and drew a deep draught to your lips, drinking it down without a second thought as the excess water spilled over your form. The juice washed away remarkably easy, but that drink certainly didn't seem to fix whatever hunger was burning inside you. Cautiously you took a few more sips, your throat clearing of any dryness. It felt wonderful, all of it was pleasurable beyond your understanding, except for that hunger. You cautiously turned around, and began to carry yourself out of the water, only to find your legs having a hard time responding. This only prompted you to struggle harder as you began to lift your feet and stomp them back down heavily. You didn't know what was surprising you more, the fact that as your thighs left the water, they were puffed out to Titanic proportions, or the fact that you were no longer alone.

Approaching from the distance was an astonishingly tall and fat dragon with scales as dark as the night. It plodded along silently, the forest seeming to know to not quake under its massive footsteps. From your angle, you gauged that it was roughly 8 feet tall, even if it was exactly 8 feet tall. Its odd eyes were piercing you, and suddenly you felt even more silly to be standing in this spring naked with newly acquired thunder thighs. You wanted to flee, but indecision gripped your mind. You couldn't go back into the water, not with your new knowledge, and yet the only way forward was past this blubber ball of scales. It didn't matter that it outsized you by several factors, the fact of the matter was it looked to be in complete control.

You took a few more steps forward, the bloated nature of your lower legs more obvious as you were forced into an exaggerated waddle. For a brief moment, you entertained the idea of just running past it, even with your current condition, the dragon was exceedingly fat, its belly hanging down to kiss the forest floor even with its unnervingly perfect posture. Such hopes that this butterball was docile and incapable of catching prey were squashed when it took an interest in your pack. You hoped to take advantage of that, run past while it was distracted trying to bend over far enough to pick your items up, but all it did was reach a fat paw out and the pack rose up to meet it, ferried along on a vine that sprouted from the ground.

The dragon looked over the contents with a bored expression, throwing your things out behind it before settling on some of your rations, which it devoured without a second thought. It began to waddle closer, and you figured if nothing else, you should get out of the water. You trudged further, your fattening feet unable to clear the water's surface, water dripping off your glistening fat rump, your belly puffed out to slap on those bloated thighs. Just when you were about to clear the water, the dragon met you at the shoreline, its piercing gaze not leaving your eyes.

"You look silly.

You should not have drank the water.

You belong to me now."

Rising up into the air on a stump that rose to lift up the fat dragon's enormous ass, it planted its feet directly into your face, the only thing remotely thin left on you. You got to enjoy the oddly sensual and delicate touch for a moment, before you fell backwards into the water. The spring seemed to react, unwilling to let its prey go twice as you began to fatten all over, the water having its way with you completely. Larger and rounder you swelled, more equal now that you were submerged, but all your top half could do was play catch-up with your ballooning bottom half.

Your adventure seems like it wouldn't continue after this, you fell victim to the Lord of the forest. Perhaps it would roll you back to the nearby village when it was done with you, perhaps it would keep you as a plaything, all you knew was that for now, you were insatiably hungry, and the water you were gulping down wasn't satisfying that hunger.

[trek-tracks]

Do you ever think about how Kirk had a "best friend" on the ship before Bones in Gary Mitchell, a man who:

a) deviously manipulates him into heartbreak for Mitchell's benefit,

b) shames him for not being "fun" enough when he's in a position of power,

c) openly insults intelligent and powerful women,

d) treats everyone cruelly as soon as he gets power and tries to seize everything for himself,

e) finds it fascinating that he can stop a person's heart for fun, and

f) tries to murder Kirk instead of admitting that he's a danger to the universe,

and then chooses to replace him with Bones, a man who:

a) tries to save Kirk from heartbreak at every opportunity,

b) gets him to smile and relax by being genuinely interested in how he's doing and telling him that he's great and respected just as he is,

c) openly toasts intelligent and powerful women,

d) treats everyone kindly as soon as he gets power and tries to use it to help as many people as he can,

e) cries about how people suffered when medical treatments were less advanced, and

f) says, "Jim, I can't destroy life, even if it's to save my own. I can't."

because I do

[svdaily]

Some people will never respect you. It doesn't matter how much money you earn or how much you strive to prove you're worthy of their time. Go where you're appreciated + respected. The right people will respect you equally when you have nothing and when you have everything.

[thevioletcaptain]

I know the ask is about ships but could you make a non ship one with Dean and Carlos from the Winchesters? I can't think of an exact thing for Dean to say, but the first sentence can be what Dean would say for their first meeting. Thank you if you can (*^‿^*)

"I like your hair," Dean says, staring up from where he's clinging to the bottom of Mary's winter coat, and Carlos grins wide when he adds, with all the breathless gravity of a four year old eager to impress their opinions upon a new friend; "It's swooshy and it's pretty like Mommy's hair, and your-- your beads are pretty and shiny and shiny is my favorite color."

"Swooshy and pretty and shiny is exactly what I was going for, so thank you, little buddy."

Even with almost six years between now and the last time he'd seen Mary, Carlos is relieved to find that they still have a good sense of one-another -- can still communicate silently, swiftly, like they used to when it was life or death. He meets her eye, and her face softens, and understanding passes between them before he slides one of his lucky beaded bracelets -- the bloodstone one -- free.

Dean's eyes light up when he takes it.

When he smiles, he looks just like his mother.

[for this askbox game if anyone else wants to send me a prompt]

[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[theinfinitedivides]

'1500 years ago, we already had a wedding.' 'so. so what? am i just supposed to accept that and say you can have her because you're already married?' 'what's more important is that Kang Young Hwa is in danger. i have seen all of my wife's past lives, and she has always died.... before her 30th birthday. that's why i'm trying to protect her. and to do that, i need the help of the people around her.'

[underworked-velocirapter]

Okay, but imagine:

Alright, fine. I give in.

What are you talking about?

Let's go.

Go where?

Alpha Centauri, where else?

...

I'm not taking you to Alpha Centauri, Angel

...why not?

...cause I don't think you'd like it.

😭😭😭

[kerink]

guy who literally cant stop thinking about lubelle seeing cecil as a washed up deadbeat who dragged carlos down when he was vulnerable then baby trapped him, and lubelle and her team pitying carlos and wanting to help him because they miss the man he used to be, but carlos keeps avoiding them pushing them away dragging cecil and his team away from fights, looking at them with sad and tired eyes and asking them to just leave him alone

[sincosma]

Started strange new worlds finally and got to the Spock and T’Pring body swap ep and…I reject it all. Not to be a delusional spirk shipper but…I do not care about or appreciate the efforts being made to try and make me give a shit about their relationship LMAO

Like, we all saw Amok Time and we all know what will happen. How can the writers honestly expect any Trek fan to be rooting for Spock and T’Pring’s relationship when WE ALL KNOW this bitch is gonna claim kal-if-fee and force Spock to experience the trauma of thinking he murdered his lover captain. To be clear, I’m no T’Pring hater. But I also am bored af during any romantic scene between them and wishing I could fast forward. My love for Spock as a character is the only thing that keeps me grinding through their romantic scenes.

And listen, I’m sure balancing a pre-TOS Spock’s growth and trying to show new facets of him is incredibly difficult, so I’m trying to be understanding and lenient with Spock doing things that are technically too early in his personal development. Like, this man struggles to even call Kirk a “friend” without immense shame in TOS. But he’s gonna sit at a table with Chapel and call her a friend so easily years before? Idk, I wish I didn’t notice things like that. But unfortunately my autistic ass has downloaded all of memory alpha into my brain and I KNOW THINGS.

But overall, I do love the show so far! I will always support new Trek shows. I critique them out of love!

[ragnarokhound]

"reading under the red hood and it's pretty good i think" - jason todd fan who has only seen the cartoon adaptation of under the red hood

[tonyglowheart]

also shout-out to my zz plant. survived accidental neglect in a dark garage for uhh many months. not only survived but now it's even putting out new growth! good job dude!!

[espiritogato]

[toadallytickles]

Feeling so happy.. currently in that crush-like part of relationship building with a few friends I’d like to get closer to. I’ve felt this tension of wanting to get closer to each other for awhile but we’re all awkward and it’s hard initiating.. so I did it, and the feelings are mutual~. Last night we did like a cuddle train during Mario Kart, and I got gang tickled for making the Jenga tower fall over 🙄 but yeah.. I love negotiating and the excitement of getting closer and seeing where it goes, with bits of intimacy ahh~! I’m just really happy right now and still riding the high! So excited to see what these relationships grow into! ❤️

[marketingminds-214setu]

[theinfinitedivides]

saying 'i've been wanting to meet you' to the young actress who gave him his alibi but his eyes are glued to the upper level where daddy cop is trailing him from the balcony. boy if you don't get your gay ass off my screen—