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old oc ive been revamping his names scritch and hes from hell and he can eat literally anything and above all else hes a weird little freak. his top surgery scars are askew bc he did it himself

[ID: a drawing of a demon with bug wings, hooves, and a broken horn leaning back on the ground and lifting his sweater to show off how full he is. a little second pair of arms is rubbing his bulging tummy.]

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ok starting the Choose Your Own Adventure story. each segment will end with a poll determining what happens next, though i make no guarantees on my writing speed or how long this will stretch on for. this first part will be short, but following parts will be kept under read mores to keep the post from becoming ridiculously long. polls will only last a day so whatever happens happens

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Teddy woke up to the sound of his belly rumbling. He glanced at his alarm clock--only a little past midnight. He sighed and lay there with his arms splayed out, then held his soft middle as his stomach let out another impatient growl. It was only a few days until the full moon, and his body needed all the energy it could stock up on for the coming transformation, but it was getting to be a damn nuisance. His nagging stomach wouldn't leave him alone, pestering him all throughout the day and interrupting his sleep at night, insatiable no matter how much he tried to appease it.

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this has been sitting in my sketchbook for far too long Take Him From Me

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realized i havent drawn keonda in a while

[ID: a drawing of a woman wearing colorful clothes and jewelry standing at a paint-splattered table, happily painting a sculpture of an octopus.]

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man i just remembered years ago i wrote a rare piece of fanfiction which i never do & it was about j*nathan h*rker finally getting to dr*culas place & dr*cula encouraging him to stuff himself stupid at dinner, because of course it was. but that was on my old blog that i deleted & the way i shared writing back then was to make an extra page on my actual blog like some kind of freak (i barely ever wrote so there were only a couple things i think) so unless im remembering wrong i dont have it anymore. SAD

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Total Float Victory.

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Glad he's been fed, but what did you feed him?? (And how much?)

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Showing off her stuffed sweetheart in public <3

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Sebastian taking a load off at the boardwalk while eating watermelon...a whole watermelon. Now his tummy has become one

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Idea: Kestryn eats food that was meant for his target, who he either killed earlier or is about to in a few short moments.

i mean. it ain't like anyone else is gonna eat it-

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i have such a pile of requests/suggestions in my inbox that i Gotta get to before school starts or else theyre gonna sit there forever😭😭😭😭😭

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can somebody get this guy out of here

[ID: a drawing of an anthro horse holding a sandwich and looking down over her shoulder, unamused, followed by a drawing of an anthro dog looking up and begging with big wet eyes.]

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decided to use paint for once sorry i keep posting the same drawings i never intend to color them & then i do😭😭😭 anyways i dont love what wound up happening with the lines but that was just lack of planning & wrong utensils

[ID: an illustration of a purple demon with a broken horn, drooling as he thinks about food. inside his thought bubble are various foods as well as a bone, a fish skeleton, and an eyeball.]

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dane cruelly forced to wear skinny jeans for the tummy agenda (full credit for the existence of this drawing goes to @maryscuteworld she activated my braincell)

[ID: a drawing of a person looking down with concern at his distended belly, which bulges uncomfortably from the waist of his very tight jeans. he says, "I don't know about these pants," to which an unseen person responds, "I don't think the pants are the problem."]

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ok i was gonna wait until after the teddy one to start this but who knows how long thats gonna take. i prommy'd @tummyfreakoftheweek a choose your own adventure with max and it shall be so👏 same deal each part will end with a day-long poll

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Between his partners, Max had to wake up the earliest by far. The vet opened at eight, and Marsha didn't need to be in until half an hour before. Alfie, running his own business, arrived at the garage half an hour after. Max had to be at school by six-thirty--Junie would only be brushing her teeth by then--and while it wasn't exactly a hike to get there, he needed time to wake himself up enough to drive, and he also liked to slip in a little early to get his day in order before Hoffstetter showed up to make his life hell. Therefore, he made sure to be out of bed by five-thirty at the latest every morning, groggy and miserable though he was, and while it wasn't unusual to encounter Marsha--and even sometimes Alfie--before he left, he was surprised to see her already in the kitchen when he came in.

"Hey, what're you doin' up?" he yawned, covering his mouth.

"Makin' you breakfast," she said with a cheeky smile. Despite having gotten up at such an ungodly hour, she seemed plenty awake; Max supposed she must've already had her coffee. He was a little jealous of his partners; he'd have loved a little dose of caffeine in the morning, but it made him far too jittery.

"You're crazy," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and sleepily resting his chin on her head. "What time'd you get up?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she teased, and he gave her a playful squeeze. "You're startin' this week off with a full belly, Stringbean."

Marsha didn't have to be on top of Max to know he often neglected to eat breakfast. To his credit, he rarely had much of an appetite in the morning, but that's as far as his credit went. Where he went wrong was failing to make up for the skipped meal. He'd often miss lunch, too wrapped up in the day's tasks and bound up in a bundle of nerves anyway to eat much even if he wasn't busy, and it wasn't unusual for him to come home in the afternoon with nothing more than a granola bar and a bag of veggie straws in his belly. Today, he'd have a head start to balance out the veggie straws: a nice breakfast of mushroom and cheese omelette, bacon, and fruit salad.

"You didn't have to do all this," he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"I don't have to move a worm off the sidewalk either, but it's still nice to do sometimes," said Marsha, and Max laughed.

"Wow, what a sweet comparison." She grinned up at him and slid the omelette onto a plate.

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u knoww his tummys growlin

[ID: a drawing of a demon with a broken horn, drooling as he thinks about food. inside his thought bubble are various foods as well as a bone, a fish skeleton, and an eyeball.]

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