#there's foot stuff in this one!!

[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.

[tblsomedoodles]

The Preferable Alternative - part 13

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Alt-Don has no immunity to Mikey's puppy eyes stare : )

[wormheamer]

as far as i can tell my slugpup just threw up a spore puff in industrial, to make room for a batfly

i have so many questions — where did you get that? they don't even spawn here. they're not edible. why did you eat it??

[odysseys-blood]

i think its very fun to consider the mc as another king like obviously not the same way as the devil kings but in two ways: one being that you are the descendant of the wise king, solomon, and what he had has been inherited by you, but also as in the mc having rule over a very small, but wholly devoted kingdom.

and by that i mean minhyeok.

sure it was a kids game, him swearing his loyalty to you and you ordaining him as your knight, but that kids game became his reality. he is your only subject but he will never leave you. whatever he can do to protect you, he'll jump to it in a heartbeat even if in the end it costs him his life. but a king cannot be a king with no one to rule, which is why when it was your turn to save him there was no hesitation to literally make a deal with the devil to keep him alive. and he will wait as long as it takes until you return and he can be by your side again

[x-i-l-verify]

An art commission from the very lovely and talented @pppuri illustrating two of the main characters from my Dream SMP vampire AU, which features copious amounts of worldbuilding, found family feels, slavery, hurt/comfort, dark SBI, and BBH Dormouse and Dream the Emerald being the most dynamic of unlikely duos.

[calocera]

ds9 weed hcs btw

[astrobei]

every byler creator who has ever felt unappreciated or has never seen their work on a rec list or has stayed awake for hours working on something for it to get no interaction or has had their work passed up in favor of the big fandom favorites or has never been taken a chance on or has ever come last in a poll they didn’t ask to be on or has felt self conscious about posting or about calling themselves a creator if what they’re posting is not a magnum opus or has created something for themselves and still hoped deep down that people would love it: get behind me. i’ll protect u

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

I think Slay the Princess is so popular partially because the *gets stabbed* "I'm in love" reaction is both intentional on the part of the developers and then they completely follow through on it.

[nostalgia-tblr]

I feel like anyone who's about to embark on attempting to type out a character's accent phoentically (at least as well as one can with English) should probably stop for a moment before they get going and ask themselves, "How would I, myself, feel about a fic where the one character who sounds like me had their speech written out like this and every other character just got their dialogue left in standard spelling?" I feel like a lot of people would tone it down a bit, at least, if they'd done that thought experiment first.

(Anyone who answered "but I don't have an accent!" isn't allowed to write out anyone else's accent, ever. This rule may seem harsh but you need it. Really, you do. Because you've never had anyone treat your accent as abnormal or comical or wrong, so you really don't know what you're inflicting on others here.)

[corrodedcoughin]

Thinking about steddie future where they're both just average guys. No rockstars, no basketball players just two Normal men living a normal life because honestly? they deserve it. They deserve soft domesticity and happiness.

They both have jobs they like but don't love and they're happy with that. Eddie maybe becomes an electrician, working for someone else's company. His coworkers are chill, he gets to get out and work with his hands and that's more than he could have asked for. Steve is a physical therapist, or a manager in some business. He likes his team and the steady hours. He's not working for his dad which is a plus.

They buy a house together, that's not a mansion but it's not a trailer either. Steve does a lot of the dishes because Eddie hates it, hates the feeling of old food on the plates and cutlery. So Eddie will kiss Steve on the cheek and does the laundry because Steve fucking hates laundry. And sitting on the floor watching TV while he folds clothes is honestly sort of relaxing?? Love is doing the chores your partner hates.

Steve and Robin go out for brunch at least once a month, where they catch up and gossip for hours and hours and Steve comes home lighter with updates on Robin and Vickie. Eddie will have nightly phone calls with Wayne, where they talk and laugh and Eddie will eventually hand the phone over to Steve so he and Wayne can talk sports together. When he's in town Dustin will come over and stay in their spare room and they laugh and joke so much it's just like old times. They go over to Jeff's house for dinner on a semi regular basis, and it's nice having normal friends.

They adopt a very annoying cat who will climb all over them in bed and meow in their faces when they don't wake up to feed it breakfast in time. Steve will go for jogs on a Saturday morning, coming home to Eddie reading in bed. Some old western book Wayne recommended to him. There's a steaming cup of coffee waiting on their bedside tables that Eddie's prepared.

They take time off of work and go on a week long vacation because they can do that now. They do dorky touristy things and Eddie buys a mug to send to Wayne. Steve takes a lot of dorky photos of the two of them.

Idk they deserve to be normal and alive and happy with no upside down anymore <3

Oh I love this! I had actually been thinking about tradesman Eddie for a little bit I am so, so glad you’ve come up with this!

I can so completely see him learning a trade and just getting employed and put through his time by a small local employer! He has to go through his exams and that part of it worries him when he first gets the job but his team end up being really supportive and Steve stays up late with him, practicing circuits and wiring and quizzing him on currents and volts. Eddie returning the favour, letting Steve mark up his muscles and be a living anatomy dummy. Sure it gets a little sexy from time to time but more often than not it’s just them testing each other as Steve identifies bones and Eddie talks about parallel circuits.

The monthly brunches mentally and physically revive Steve after working extended hours with patients that he really does want the best for but a jobs a job and it can get pretty tiring. They joke that they rebalance each others chakras but they really do feel realigned after their meet ups. Eddie can see it to, sometimes he’ll come pick them up when it’s been a boozy brunch and delights in seeing them happy and light, clambering over each other to tell Eddie something about one of the waiters or an especially good dish they ordered. When he drops Robin home Steve sits in the front and looks at peace and Eddie feels the same way.

Their weekends are for them, sometimes that means staying home and cleaning the whole place between ordering food in and sometimes that means going on a day trip and taking Wayne around all the antique spots around the county and seeing what horrors they can uncover. Top spot currently sits with Wayne’s find of a doll whose limbs had been replaced with horse legs and had the head of a fish. Of course they bought it.

Every time they go on a holiday they make sure to send postcards to everyone, including themselves, seeing if they’ll get home before the postcard does. Steve keeps them in a photo album, each with a Polaroid of them next to it. Sometimes taken by a stranger, sometimes just a close up of their faces squashed together. It’s Eddie’s favourite thing to go through on their anniversary, or any day really, just loves being reminded that this is the life they get to have.

It’s mundane, dare say even normal, but they love it. Steve comes home every night, happy to put his scrubs in the washing machine next to Eddie’s uniform, happy to be where he feels loved.

[softness-and-shattering]

So I put on this netflix show, in their tradition of being extremely obvious with names its called Mech Cadets, and its an alien-mecha human-pilot fight-the-giant-bug-aliens story. My first complaint is that the alien mechas are called Robo's. Wow exciting /sarcasm. Anyway thats totally forgiven because 1 the story actually makes choices and puts the characters through consequences instead of like hinting at oh it something bad gonna happen psych we dont have the guts for that. Its a kid/teen show so its not super dark but it follows through and goes the places it needs to.

2, and maybe most importantly, I gotta talk about the disability rep. There's four teens chosen by the alien mechs to be their drift-compatible pilots (I think im using that correctly? Im not super informed on the genre but I know some), and we see straight away that one of the guys has a prosthetic leg from the thigh down, and uses it as an example to tell the main protagonist, hey none of us are perfect we dont have to be perfect we just need to be human. The next episode the mechas are given human-designed weapons to fight with, and the disabled kid gets these flippy sticks I cant quite work out. One of them gets a staff, the other gets this glove for punching, story moves on. Then a bug-alien-antagonist gets into the teens dorm and while fighting it, the alien dismembers the guys prosthetic. He immediately grabs his crutches and goes to town on it with his crutches, and balancing on them to kick with his one good foot*. Then they disconnect the rest of the prosthetic and use its sharp edge to kill the alien. And then he just moves around on his crutches with no comment and Ill cut myself off there so I dont spoil the whole thing.

Except, a couple episodes later, Im watching him in the mech fighting and moving around, and I realise that his giant fuck-off monster attacking weapons ARE A PAIR OF CRUTCHES. Theyre his fucking WEAPONS. Thats cool as fuck!

[disposal-blueeee]

halloween thing i drew for an art trade with @cherry-207 ! she asked for edgar and scri dressed as angel and devil . you can see her part here !

edgar vargas belongs to jhonen vasquez

scriabin belongs to @zarla-s

[boyfriendunsolved]

the new video was greatly needed if watcher had any hopes of staying afloat. unfortunately, this backpedaling does not change the fact that

1) high production "television quality" content is what they want to make

2) this content is evidently not what people want to watch (even post-apology i'm seeing a lot of people saying they liked bfu better than anything watcher has produced)

again, if they have a clear vision of what they want to make, that's great. but unless there's a market for that content, then it's not going to turn a profit, or break even for that matter. yes, artists deserve to be paid for their work, but art is always bought by people who want and have an interest in said art.

im an artist pursuing my dreams too, but i don't expect people to buy my niche paintings just on the principle that i am an artist creating what i want. if i wanted to make money from this and turn it into a business, i would take commissions and specifically create what other people want. that is what having any kind of artistic job is about, unfortunately.

it's great if what you want to create and what people want to see overlap, but that's not always the case. and i really fear this is the case with watcher and they won't pivot enough to fix any of their problems

[blood-injections]

Every time i think about the zones i get distraught over the fact that the killjoys cant reach the beach which like isn't even something touched in canon maybe they can who knows but just in headcanon worldbuilding im like yeah lol cant get there for reasons ill elaborate on one day(basically the city is in the way) and just break my own heart because i just. I just know in my heart that Kobra Kid would absolutely fucking shred those barrels. That boy would surf!! We were robbed of beach killjoys and one day yes i will write an au where they can access the beach and i can finallly explore the zones surf culture that lives in my head just as much as the zones racing and skating culture does

[unproduciblesmackdown]

set out to create a serious, canonesque drawing with which to say "feel free to go in my lackadaisy tag and help me mystery speculate" but only got going when i made it bowling and the rarepair agenda

[hazel2468]

Every time I see an anti bitch and whine about how there isn't enough content for the ships they like, I remember how I was so on board with FinnRey back when the new Star Wars trilogy came out because I'm a sucker for friends to lovers.

And then when I went looking for content on them, 95% of what I saw included calling people who shipped Reylo Nazis and groomers and pedos and abusers and so I promptly decided not to make any FinnRey content because I was also a Reylo shipper and didn't need people who thought that kind of shit about me appreciating my art or writing. And I was scared to receive the same kind of treatment over a fucking fictional ship.

Like. THIS is why antis complain they see "no content". Because they drive away the majority of fandom creators with their bullshit because they are not, no matter how much they scream and insist that they are, the "normal" people here. They're an entitled, dangerous minority who seem insistent on bringing back the idea of through crimes and banning women from reading novels lest they be impressed upon and act out indecent things (or to put it more simply, they're fucking puritan bullies), and I and other creators certainly don't want to get involved in any of that.

You cannot demand content while simultaneously slandering everyone who makes content you personally don't like and then complain about how there isn't enough content. Either start being normal about people's ships (leave them alone, don't like don't read), or get used to the idea of making your own content.