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letgoofthatego · 1 month

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i hope it is not

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pigeonwit · 10 months

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“I – I dunno, kind of?” Davey runs a hand through his hair. “I mean, I just – I’m good at putting things together.”

At least, he’s usually good at that. Good at taking fragmented ideas and pictures and slotting them together until they make something clear and physical. Strike. Rally. Home. It’s his gift – Davey used to shy away from that, used to blush and say it's nothing, really, but it’s not. It’s something. It's Davey’s something. The way Jack has colours and Racer has tricks. Davey has words. He can keep one hidden in his shoe like a knife to stab at those who’d hurt him, or tuck another, safe and warm, under his cap; these ones he’ll save for later, until he finds the right person to gift them to. Like auspicious, or battalion, or family.

But now his words are all gone. He can’t find any, not one, not in his shoe or his hat or hidden beneath his tongue. He scrounges in his pockets for spares, but none of them fit together, none of them make sense, and they all fall apart in his hands before he can make even the vaguest of shapes out of them. He has no words, no weapons, no protection of any kind, and it’s terrifying.

#spiritually i am popping his head open like a jar of pringles and stuffing his brain with the tism #hyperverbality is stored in the walking mouth #can you tell my special interest is literature and linguistics #newsies #livesies #uksies #west endsies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #run boy run #pigeon scribbles #i think im all out of scribbles now. shwoopsie

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strawberry-s0ap · 1 year

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doki doki girls stimboard for @wormznrocks !

x x x / x x x / x x x

!art is by @_Nolnir_ on twitter!

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sindumpster · 8 months

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Say It With Me

[ReaderXJake Drabble]

CW: mass vore and overstuffing, implied digestion/fatal, indigestion, minor belching, lots of teasing, and a fat dragon

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You smirk as you rest atop the dragon’s massively bloated midsection. Your eyes glide momentarily to the carnage around you. What was previously was a busy buffet is in complete disarray. All the buffet tables are empty, effectively cleaned out; some have been ripped out and destroyed. And there’s a distinct lack of people. The place was thronging with customers when you arrived, but now they’re gone.

Well, technically they’re still here, you muse, and smack the side of Jake’s towering gut. The view from up here is quite nice actually. You can nearly reach the ceiling if you stood, and you have a nice front row seat to the dragon’s digestive misery, far from his reach. Not that you think he’d try, from the way he groans, and his stomach churns and whines in pain beneath you. A loud, long, gurgling belch only adds credence to your suspicions.

“You know…” You lean forwards to face him. “I’d hate to tell you I told you so, but~” You smack the side of the dragon’s gut again. Harder this time. The massive tanks rumbles its complaints beneath you, and the glutton groans.

“Ughh…shuddup…” He grimaces, not appreciating the rough treatment. “Dun do that...”

“Or what?” Your smirk widens. “You’ll eat me? Add me to all this?” You pat the gurgling dome. “Reach me from all the way down there? Fat chance~”

It’s hard to say if he catches your clever little pun. He groans all the same. “Ughh...whatever...” He brings his hands to his face. Even he knows he can’t win. “Jus’...help me, alright?”

“I dunno...” Admittedly, you’re tempted to give him what he wants. To sink your hands into his rumbling belly. Feel it churn under your hands as you massage it, helping his overtaxed stomach digest his ridiculous feast. But then again, you have a rare opportunity to milk the situation. To tease him. Relentlessly. Without repercussion. “I think I might need some magic words~”

You’re grinning now. For whatever reason, Jake hates polite words. Much less asking for anything, or showing gratitude, when he can just take it. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ are usually far outside his repertoire.

And yet, disappointingly, he gives in immediately. “P-UoRp...please...”

You’re not surprised though. You’re clever enough to know when the dragon is down. When he’ll relinquish that control. You planned for this outcome. “Hmmm no. I don’t think that’s enough~” You snicker sadistically. “I need words, Jake. How about...‘I’m a moron’~”

Green eyes stare at you, and his brows knit it into a glare. You can see the gears in his head turning, but he says nothing.

“Go on. Say it.” You coax. Your finger mindlessly draws little circles on the surface of his gut. “Just three little words.”

You don’t need to look at him, you can feel the daggers he’s staring into you.

“......I hate you...”

“Oooh, so close! You got three words down,” your voice oozes with smugness as you coo at him. Patronizing him like the misbehaving toddler he is. “Come on. Let’s try that again~”

You can see the confliction on his face. Oh, the dilemma he must be having! The poor, poor (not so) little egotist, having to admit to a personal flaw. That he, once again, did something rash. And stupid. Oh the indignity!

Yet again, he says nothing. But you can sense him wavering. Only one more strike, and this petty victory will be yours.

“Here, I’ll help~” You face the overstuffed dragon once more, grinning.

“Say it with me…”

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littlejumpydogheart · 9 days

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The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams Bianco

Too Much Love by Katja Kemnitz

2 Corinthians 4:16-18

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plutorine · 6 months

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honestly, i get raskolnikov's deal - as someone who's also living miles away from home just to get an education, the lack of social interaction, not getting your basic necessities (i skip meals frequently / sleep at ungodly hours when i'm stressed/swamped with school work), and having an unchecked perspective towards people and life in general - will really push you to do outrageous and unthinkable stuff.

#i once screamed at my roommate because i was so stressed and was running on literally no sleep n i haven't eaten properly for days #obviously thats no excuse for bad behavior but it explains it #i made it a point to go get some fresh air/take a walk by myself whenever i feel stuffed up inside the dorm #or to go grab a snack if i realize i haven't eaten anything in a while #i know ras is a fictional dude but damn #he was really going through it #i'm just a little luckier than he was #damn you dostoevsky #making me root for an axe murderer #god i love him #shut up rin #crime and punishment #fyodor dostoevsky #rodion romanovich raskolnikov #russian literature

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its-complicateed · 18 days

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This is for anyone in this community who has read the Redwall books!!

Does anyone remember the book where two bad guys (I think) get brought back to Redwall and then proceed to try and eat everything in sight? I remember them being carried off to the infirmary with big bloated tummies, but I don't remember what book it was. Help!!

#belly kink #stuffing #tummy aches #stuffing in literature #redwall #books #pls help #pls reblog #i need to find this book

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cinnamonster · 9 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ꒰ natsuki stimboard (⑅˶>⤙<˶⑅)

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kelp-remains · 3 months

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Just Monika 💚

#handmade #plush #hand sewing #handsewn #stuffed animals #plushies #doki doki literature club #doki doki monika #ddlc monika #ddlc #ddlc+#Monika #just monika

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queercoshon · 2 months

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The din of the crowded bar faded as the door to the bathroom closed behind you. You click the lock, undo your pants, and immediately take a breath of relief.

It had been a long night of celebrations. Your friend was getting married and this was his last night of 'freedom.' The festivities started at a steakhouse, where appetizers, mains, desserts, and many drinks were had.

Your pants were already on the brink of being too tight when you left the house, but you could definitely feel your gut straining against the fabric as you jaunted out of there with all your buddies.

Next stop was everyone's favourite bar. On the way over marajuana was passed around. You have no idea how many joints were circling at once, you just know by the time you made it to the pub, your head was floating and gut roaringly hungry, despite being backed to the brim.

Some sportball event was blaring over the tv when you arrived. You didn't care, but your buds were all stoked, so many appetizers and beers were ordered. You forgot to feign interest in the game 4 beers after getting to the pub.

At this point everyone is visibly drunk, and you are definitely feeling it yourself. Hiccups were wracking your body, jostling the pressured contents of your stomach, shaking loose several beers. You suddenly realised you needed to pee, and somehow managed to stumble your way over to the 1 stall bathroom, missing the door handle on the first try.

Which brings you to now. You stumble/waddle over to the toilet, do your stuff, then do up your pants. Well, you try to. You automatically suck in to close the button (you have to do this even when you're not packed with food and booze now), but the button doesn't quite make it to the hole. When you try again, you try to push your gut out of the way with your arm, but its so rounded out you still have a hard time seeing over it. The button does not get any closer. You drop your belly and belch, which lets loose a new string of hiccups.

God, you're a pig. You'd given up dieting 6 months ago, gaining 20lbs in the first 3 months. All clothes starting to cling to your softening body. Not that you were horribly skinny before, but you were now nearing the heavier end of chubby. Three months ago you'd discovered the empty calories and lost inhibitions of alcohol, and all the benefits weed had. At least twice a week you pass out on your couch, empty takeout containers and beer cans scattered around you, gut creaking and gurgling dangerously. You think you've put on maybe 30 lbs in the last 3 months, but it's closer to 45.

This is evident in your clothing. This is your last pair of pants. You had to lay on your bed, suck in your gut, and use all your strength to get them closed. You could still feel the red indentations on your skin under your gut.

And rather than take it easy and be mindful of what you put in your belly, you consumed with reckless abandon. Leading you to this little bathroom, too fat and bloated to dress yourself decently.

You shake your belly, trying to belch out enough bloat to maybe get them done up. Even in this predicament, you start to fantasize about the beers you'll order once you go back out there, and maybe another basket of fried things.

You drop your gut and hazily look in the mirror. You look sloshed. Eyes completely red, a stupid grin plastered on your face, and even though your upper gut is clearly completely overfed, your belly still hangs low.

Your belly is hanging. You can barely see the button isn't done up. You manage to wiggle the zipper up and grin. No one will notice a thing! And now you definitely have more room without those pesky pants digging into your belly.

Satisfied, you pat your gut and waddle out the door, back to your friends, the food, and the many beers that await you.

#queer feedism #intox kink #feedism story #stuffed fatty #intox feedee #intox wg #stuffing literature #stuffing story #drunk stuffing #beer bloat #drunk feedee #weight gain story #overstuffed belly

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solipseismic · 20 days

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a very quiet voice on a separate circle of beef* do u** actually have evidence that supports the idea that arthuriana*** and adjacent are somehow some kind of ... longing for the idealized past ... a magical and perfect monarch to fix the government and society ... or are u projecting modern readings and modern adaptations and re-tellings of arthurian tale/legends onto your understanding ... the main body of what was written in the 1100s--1300s WAS written and recorded and preserved by the upper class**** as evidenced by the fact that it was written. and preserved. and the main ideal of arthurian EME tales was courtly romance (as a literary genre/movement) and (french troubadour) love ballads and the attendant tropes and narrative structures. like ... there are a lot of complex historical and literary and linguistic variables at play here and the arthuriana as idealizing a nostalgic past/perfect monarch is like. the LEAST important OR interesting part of this whole thing

#*chronic desire to 'not bother people' w the mere presumption of my presence vs enduring passion for correcting internet people who r wrong #**and by that i mean ANYONE. ANYWHERE. what evidence. AT ALL?#***600s to 1300s ending w gatgk tho ik the kind of arthuriana in 600s-1000s eg old welsh poetry is kind of a diff beast from 1100s EME stuf #****yes the norman conquest but again: reading arthuriana as if it's some kind of viva la revolution by the poor lower classes .. who do u #think was reading and writing the arthuriana #croidhe #'arthurian legend in the 1200s was revolutionary because it was commenting on the monarchy and saying what if we had a different better #monarchy' BZZZZT. arthurian legend in the 1100s-1300s is revolutionary because it's a REALLY GOOD category of literature for studying how #norman/french language AND culture AND history AND literary forms affected the sociolinguistic and cultural structures #of the countries around it

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matthew-pasquarello · 4 months

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get the sweet messages over-the-counter a man in a labcoat / a beauty in a bunny mask hypnotized by billboards ads flying up the typhoon interstate and if you'd want to spend forever feeling childlike you'll have to convince your stuffed animals to stop experimenting with drugs.

#poetry #lit #poem #poems #writing #creative writing #alt lit #literary #literature #prose #words #art #stuffed animals #twcpoetry #poetryriot #writerscreed

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argentinosaurus · 2 months

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