With such big, hefty heroes, it sure is helpful to have a caring summoner — a very, very caring summoner who's always ready with more food.

Commissioned from @/wiishyishii on Twitter

yeah man gimmie the dead fish

this is how I feel when I play azure moon

"And Edgin saw something he'd never seen in the young half-elf's face before. [...] It was as if, when his life was on the line, his back to the wall, Simon finally stopped being afraid." — The Road to Neverwinter

beautiful orc girl leed helllOOOOO beautiful leed alert oh my GOD she's so cool WOOAHHHH beautiful siilly girl she was really pretty and awesome and so kind i think shes wonderful and there should be a statue made just for her thats really big and in the center of everything and she should get anything she wants ever smile face

the brainworms are kiiling me. have a dad and son 👍︎

The fact that you depict characters as both aroace and in relationships makes me actually so happy because everyone always thinks that shipping is off the table for those characters and forgets sex/romance stances exist, you filled me with so much joy ;w;

It’s a weird stereotype indeed smhh (harmful even) making it sound like individuals who are aro/ace are incapable of being/falling in love- or just being able to feel love in general

house md is wild because house tells wilson that he’ll sacrifice many things but never himself and then he sacrifices himself for wilson. and then he sacrifices himself for wilson. and then he sacrifices himself for wilson. and then he

❝so wouldn't it make sense if I was yours and you could call me your baby but we say we're just, say we're just friends, just for now❞

FRI(END)S by V of BTS

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Summoner's Sedentary Supports: Seteth

Got this churned out in between a very, very long piece that I don't know when exactly will be finished so enjoy this indulgent nonsense involving ridiculous sizes again lol

Warning: This is a fetish story!

In the very distant, most remote wing of the Order of Heroes brick white castle—the area originally physically remodeled a couple of years back before being magically reinforced another year afterwards—the entire wing is only occupied by the Order's summoner and all of the men he's supported. The area would appear vacant from the lack of activity in the expansive hallways, if not for the loud whirring of machines sounding out from every room alongside the small yet incessant tremors that ring out from varying unknown gurgling sources, said sources all ones that Kiran intimately knows and takes care of. The only room that currently displays some different sort of sound is Seteth’s.

“Look how comfortable you are once you start enjoying yourself,” Kiran lays down on Seteth. Despite weighing a hefty 600 pounds, Kiran's own girth is nothing more than a speck when next to Seteth; he only takes up a miniscule of space on Seteth's corpulence, the rest of Seteth's titanic body more than large enough to fill up every inch of his office back in Fodlan.

Seteth's flab fills up his current room even now, his stomach alone that's larger than a demonic beast pressed up against the wall and seeps past the door the few times it’s opened. Though he thankfully has no need to concern himself over running out of room through Kiran's magical assistance in giving him an ever expanding room to keep up with Seteth's ever soaring weight. 

Seteth's face is marred with a blush; his engorged, bloated cheeks are embarrassingly red. His jowls spread out to the sides with all the weight piled onto them like the rest of his body. Each over bloated cheek rests heavily on Seteth's shoulders, his; the bulging porcine jowls take up a portion of Seteth's vision — the rest of it taken up by the expansive nature of his figure when Kiran isn't tending to him. Seteth's cheeks drape past his numerous folds of neck fat that leave his neck looking like a stack of pancakes. 

Seteth's blush only grows brighter as Kiran pulls out his feeding tube, the deluge of slop still one of the most intoxicating concoctions to him despite eating more than enough of it to fill up a pond every single day. “I…” Seteth takes a small break, wheezing to catch his breath.

“You what?” Kiran peers down at Seteth from his position of resting on Seteth's back.

"P-Perhapsh II aahm …-hfffbUAARRP-... enjooyiing' mysheehlf,” Seteth's embarrassment grows after his burp, the ever stoic well put together man still unable to lose the habit, even when he weighs enough to outsize an entire house. 

Kiran pets Seteth's head, running his sausage fingers against the green strands of Seteth's hair. “Really? I couldn't tell. I thought you just allowed yourself to become a useless blob on a whim,” Kiran's hands drift lower and gently pat Seteth's porcine jowls, his cheeks far too large for him to hold  —even with both hands. “I guess that explains all the moaning and the way you greedily devour everything I give you,”

Seteth's body is a testament to Kiran's claims. Seteth's immense enormity spreads out in all directions, the billowing mass of lard resembling a mountain more than anything remotely human. The fact that Seteth manages to have something resembling an outfit is almost as impressive as his size. Seteth's white pants are as pristine as ever; the stretchy miles of numerous yards of fabric that make up his pants work their magic to keep him clothed. They aren't perfect with the multiple holes and tears in them from Seteth’s room sized thighs however. His thighs lack much of a shape to them, his bulging legs billowing out at the upper portion of them and tapering down at the lower parts of his legs. Seteth's feet are sunken underneath all his girth; his black boots help point out where his feet are with how large he is, his barely visible shoes similarly sinking into his flabby calves. Seteth's ass juts out behind him. His ass is even wider than his legs, the pile of fat for a rear stretching his pants. Pressed up against the back wall of his room, the lard climbs up the wall with the lack of space until the next space enlargement. Which Seteth needs when his ass is wider than his office, the enormous rear large enough to where it stretches out for several feet behind the rest of his girth. Seteth's torso isn't far too different from his lower half with all his weight being rather equally well spread out. His gut is mostly uncovered, the bottom most rolls of his gargantuan gut exposed with his shirt and capelet combo only reaching so far despite the swaths of fabric used to cover him up. Seteth manages to somehow still wear a belt; the thin strip of fabric has been cut up and more has been amended to it to lengthen for his growing waist. The belt goes around his gut, the white strip partially obscured underneath the immense weight of his breasts and arms. The part that goes around his backside is lost underneath a sea of thick back rolls. He astonishingly manages to have it clasped, the long enough to be wrapped around a carriage a couple of times specifically made for his enormity. His blue capelet is unbuttoned, the white fabric of his undershirt and his sleeves exposed; his flabby arm rolls that he can no longer move bulge against the fabric. Seteth’s biceps resemble piles of lard, the once built arm muscles hidden under a deluge of lard. The flab from his arms press up against his shoulders. And Seteth’s breasts rest heavily on his gut that surges out in front of him, his breasts nearly rivaling Kiran’s own hefty, obese state. Seteth’s gut manages to only have three main rolls, the three large portions of his belly much larger and flabbier the lower the rolls are. His breasts go past the uppermost roll of his stomach, his chest straining both his shirt and caplet. His capelet also goes nearly all the way down his back —only the lowest rivulet of flab visible as it sags past the waistband of his pants and seeps on top of his ass.

A strand of green hair drapes over Seteth’s fat forehead, even Seteth’s circlet made larger to accommodate for his enlarged girth. Seteth tries his best to blow it out of his face, his puffed out cheeks jiggling in between each deep, panting breath as he does his best to ignore Kiran’s truth about his self’s enjoyment on simply giving in and glutting out. Except the strand keeps falling back on his face.

“Need a little help?” Reaching one hand to clasp Seteth’s hand, the two’s flabby fingers trying their best to do so at their sizes, Kiran uses his other hand to push the bit of hair out of Seteth’s face. 

“Thaank ...youh,” Seteth smiles, not saying much as Kiran returns the smile/

He traces his fingers across Seteth’s blubbery face, his index finger rubbing against the shape of Seteth’s facial hair. Kiran eventually shifts his attention to Seteth’s pointed ears that are no longer hidden under his hair. “Remember when you could use your arms?” Kiran squeezes Seteth’s hand. 

Seteth’s smile widens, a small huff escaping him at Kiran’s teasing. “I eehnjoohy -huff- eaahtin… aahs much aahs Ih pleahshe..” Seteth pauses for a moment to recuperate his breath. His eyes never once waver from Kiran’s own gaze. He does squint his eyes upon Kiran pinching and shaking his cheeks. “Juuhsht ahsh y-yooouh -pant- are content’sh… toooh -uurrPPHhh- waahtch…” Seteth’s stomach grumbles. 

“It’s only been a few minutes and someone’s already hungry. Not that I can blame ya when your large self can eat enough to put almost the rest of the entire Order to shame,” Kiran teases Seteth but summons a portal without a fuss nonetheless.

Smelling the aroma of food causes Seteth’s gut to ravenously gurgle, the tons of lard demanding more calories to enjoy and glut on. It doesn’t help when Seteth already knows what awaits him with Kiran’s usual taunting, content grin. He lets out a belch while Kiran takes his sweet time, the walls of the furnitureless room rumbling from the tremors. “Whhyy dohn’tshya hurryy… -hnngh- uuhp and -wheeze- geht mee sohmee…fooood,” Seteth demands with another wall trembling belch, his own corpulence wobbling from the sheer force of it.

“Alright alright. You’ll get all the food you want,” Kiran reaches out for the first dish of countless others. “Though you’re going to have to be patient, unless you want me to make a mess like last time,” A grilled herring in hand, the fish paired with rice and vegetables —with plenty of extra butter of course— Kiran doesn’t wait much time or any at all before feeding it to Seteth.

And in turn, Seteth greedily devours the food that’s thrust into his mouth, Seteth voraciously chewing for a scant few seconds before swallowing everything Kiran feeds him. And despite the notion he used to take great care of maintaining his dignity, Seteth’s blubbery cheeks do get dirtied by the sauces of his several meal sized portions for appetizers as he guzzles down the food. Not that he cares.

Kiran pauses for a few moments to wipe away at the mess Seteth makes, the mess on his face far from a surprise to Kiran once Seteth finally gave in like he wanted to long ago when he first began to pack on a few pounds. “So messy and demanding. Not that I mind. I’ll make sure you’ll have as much food as you desire,”

Seteth only moans in response, his half lidded eyes barely paying attention as he enjoys his usual daily routine.

two-headed calf by laura gilpin

Danny had always wanted a brother...but not like this! And not so many either!

It had started when he was fighting Desiree. Everything was normal-well, as normal as fighting an undead genie could get-and then a kid fell out of a portal onto the rooftop next to them.

They both looked over at the kid as he picked himself up. Danny glared at the genie and she held her hands up in a placating gesture, "I swear it wasn't me this time." Judging by how she seemed just as baffled by the situation as him, he believed her.

The kid stared at them through the white outs of his mask. Danny stared down at him and yep. That was a superhero outfit. Complete with mask and cape. He quickly souped Desiree before she could pull anything and floated down to the kid, "Hey buddy-" he yelped and jumped out of the way of the kids sword.

Why does he have a sword?!

The kid didn't seem responsive to anything Danny was saying and Danny spent the next few minutes just dodging sword swipes until he managed to restrain him with one of his parents inventions and brought him home to FentonWorks and changed back into a human (away from the kids line of sight of course)

His friends were a bit shocked that he came home with a living person and he had to explain what happened while Stabby tried to wiggle out of his bonds.

That was when his parents walked in.

Danny had to retell them an altered version of the story from before and they began examining him. The kid was practically feral before his dad exclaimed, "I know!" And ran to the fridge and pulled out some of the Fenton Fudge.

He ran back over and popped it into the kids mouth before anyone could stop him. Everyone just stared as the kid calmed down, looking at them with confusion and wonder as the fudge melted in his mouth.

Aka Danny keeps getting Damian clones via portal delivery and his family keeps taming them with Fenton Fudge and adopting them. The League of Assassins have no idea where all thier clones are disappearing to...

My name is Lew Wentz.

I am a 68 year old gay criminal defense lawyer. I have been keeping journals for 46 years. I am writing a book based on the journals.

I came out as a gay man in 1984. I was married to a woman then. I left the marriage after telling her I was gay.

My younger sister, Zoe, who I was very close to, died rather suddenly of pancreatic cancer in May of 2023. She gave me permission to blog the last two weeks of her life. Those blogs run from May 1 to May 14, 2023.

I journaled my journey through the turbulent 1980's and 1990's. During that time, I was pretty vocal about being gay. I volunteered to help people with aids through their illness and death. And, I believe because of this, I was fired from my job as a deputy Public Defender in Modesto California. I also documented the 12 year relationship I had with my partner, Jim, who died in 2009.

I wrote pretty much daily about these events and many others. I never intended for the entries to be made public. But, I now think they should be, as they weave what I believe to be our common story of what it's been like to be out, human and gay in the past four decades.

And, as I journaled, I developed ideas and ways to journal and wrote about them in the journals. I discuss the impact journaling has had on me. And, the amazing revelation reviewing journal entries for the blog and book of just how incredible our lives have been. Memory fades. The journal details do not.

My hope is that , after reading the blogs, and maybe some day the book, you too will become addicted to journaling. Your life on paper will amaze you down the line.

My blog turned one year old on February 5, 2024.

the shadow and bone writers are at WGA picket lines and if I see a single person saying “but what about all the work we put in to get a season three/crows spinoff!” who fucking cares!! you want the show so bad but don’t care about the people who are creating it? perish.

I will happily forego anymore grisha tv content if that means the people behind it are treated fairly

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