#fat!Ashiya Douman

[shanxpennywise]

My Favourite Villains Part 1 - 7 Art Dump (Old Art.)

Villains~

Pennywise (1990)

Pennywise (2017)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Dr Kamikazi (Robotboy)

Chucky (Child's Play)

Fats (Magic)

Billy (Dead Silence)

N-Gin (Crash Bandicoot)

Hypno (Creepypasta)

King Dice (Cuphead)

Baldi (Baldi's Basics in Education and Learning.)

Zander (Dinosaur King)

Gideon (Gravity Falls)

Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons)

Penguin (The Batman: Animated Series)

Dr Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Mad Mod (Teen Titans)

Defoe (Huntik: Seekers and Secrets)

Little Ogre (Soul Eater)

Dr Phineus Phibes (Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue)

Dr Calico (Bolt)

Purple Guy (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Mandark (Dexter's Laboratory)

Evil Rick (Rick and Morty)

Mad Hatter (Batman: Animated Series)

The Major (Hellsing Ultimate)

Danzo (Naruto Shippuden)

Vector (Despicable Me)

Archibald Snatcher (The Boxtrolls)

Frollo (Hunchback of Notredame)

Cedric (Sofia the First)

King Candy (Wreck it Ralph)

Gallaxhar (Monsters VS Aliens)

Jack Spicer (Xaolin Showdown)

Jeffery Hawk (Dead by Daylight)

Akainu (One Piece)

Dr.Maniac (Goosebumps.)

Unwanted House Guest (Creepypasta/Meme.)

Jareth the Goblin King (Labyrinth.)

Dr Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs.)

Syndrome (The Incredibles.)

Dr Eggman (Sonic the Hedgehog.)

Maxie (Pokemon.)

Captain (Armando) Salazzar (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man Tells No Tales.)

The Look-See (Crypt TV's The Look-See.)

Kureo Mado (Tokyo Ghoul.)

Drei (Hiiro No Kakera.)

W.D. Gaster (Undertale.)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street.)

Drago Bludvist (How to Train Your Dragon.)

Claude Faustus (Black Butler.)

Stefano Valentini (Evil Within 2.)

John Bacchus (Future Diary.)

Kisame Hoshigaki (Naruto Shippuden.)

Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach.)

Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter.)

Tighten (Megamind.)

2nd Dimension Dr Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb: The Movie.)

Dr.Octopus (Spiderman 2.)

Squilliam (Spongebob Squarepants.)

Mr.Chuckle Teeth (The X-Files.)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta.)

Weevil Underwood (YU-GI-OH!)

Dr.Herman Carter (Dead By Daylight.)

Babadook (The Babadook.)

The Child Catcher (Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.)

Colonel Muska (Studio Ghibli's Laputa Castle.)

Ghetsis (Pokemon.)

The Crooked Man (The Conjuring 2.)

Crocodile (One Piece.)

Danny Dickens (Angels Of Death.)

Kabuto (Naruto Shippuden.)

Yami Marik (YU-GI-OH!)

Byakuran Katekyo (Hitman Reborn.)

Jason The Toymaker (Creepypasta.)

Slenderman (Slenderman: The Movie.)

Igor Neuhaus (Blue Exorcist.)

Captain Kuro (One Piece.)

Guzma (Pokemon.)

Mr.Wood (Goosebumps.)

Professor Venomous (OK K.O. Let's Be Heroes.)

Lyle Tiberius Rourke (Atlantis.)

Faba (Pokemon.)

Petrel (Pokemon.)

Cyrus (Pokemon.)

Lysandre (Pokemon.)

Arlo (Pokemon.)

Evil Dr Phibes (Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue.)

Papillon (Buso Renkin.)

The Joker (Batman: Animated Series.)

Mr X (Resident Evil.)

Foolscap (Dinosaur King.)

Giovanni (Pokemon.)

Tamatoa (Moana.)

The Toymaker (Harmony & Horror.)

Jean-Louise Bonaparte (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.)

Benson (Toy Story 4.)

Ed (Dinosaur King.)

Mr Burns (The Simpsons.)

Victor (Boruto.)

Beppi The Clown (Cuphead.)

Scud (Yu-Gi-Oh! The Movie: Pyramid Of Light.)

Sordward (Pokemon SWSH.)

Sheildbert (Pokemon SWSH.)

Sakutaro Morishige (Corpse Party.)

Mr Hook (MAR.)

Malvolio (Twelfth Night Manga.)

Captain Hook (Peter Pan.)

John Ratcliffe (Pocahontas.)

Fagin (BBC's Oliver Twist.)

Jack Randall (Outlander.)

Waluigi (Mario.)

The Toad (Flushed Away.)

Gnauss Wisden (NiNoKuni.)

Orochimaru (Naruto.)

Braz D. Blood (Blood Lad.)

Douman Ashiya (Tokyo Ravens.)

Shidou Dairenji (Tokyo Ravens.)

Dr. Yung (Pokemon: The Mastermind Of The Mirage Pokemon.)

Mr Big (Michael Jackson's Moonwalker.)

Grings Kodai (Pokemon: Zoroark: Master Of Illusions.)

Dick Dastardly (Scooby Doo Movie.)

Greed (Fullmetal Alchemist.)

Hidan (Naruto Shippuden.)

Mandrake (Earwig And The Witch.)

Murder The Clown (Goosebumps.)

Kai Chisaki (My Hero Academia.)

The Grabber (The Black Phone.)

The Gold Watcher (Dark Deception.)

Miroku Yukihiko (Get Backers.)

Sartorius Kumar (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.)

Schneizel El Britannia (Code Geass.)

Chairman Rose (Pokemon SWSH.)

Koichi Shidou (Highschool Of The Dead.)

The Riddler (Assault On Arkham.)

Sugou Nobuyuki (Sword Art Online.)

The Handsome Young Man (A Tale Dark & Grimm.)

The Pied Piper (Shrek 4.)

Aizen Sosuke (Bleach.)

Demiurge (Overlord.)

I plan on drawing more of my favourite villains at some point.

[pangtasias-atelier]

R&R: Reveling & Revolting

This was a commission done for @thattumtho of Ashiya aka Caster of Limbo indulging himself during Shimosa. It was a lot of fun writing for the trash man, cause I love those characters lol. And thanks again, so much!

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“Hmmph,” In a positively foul mood, Caster of Limbo nearly storms down the old castle’s numerous stairs, a sneer plastered on his face. Muttering unintelligibly, the ominous creaks and groans each step cries out are nothing more than insects buzzing in the air to Caster. The design clearly not made for someone of his plush size, the banisters nearly frame his stomach, Caster’s overflowing stomach a few inches from grazing both sides of them. His forest green robe draping over the right half of his body, the silk fabric miraculously contains the right half of his gut, the bottom drape hugging his stomach as it ends right at the middle of Ashiya’s cavernous belly button. A garish red and green fabric attached to the draping  — both of the clashing colors interspersed between black — the two once overly large fabrics cling to every bit of surface it can find on Caster’s overly plump body. Much surface to find on Caster, the drapery perfectly contours alongside his soft rolls, the outline of Caster’s love handle and double stomach visible. The left side of Caster’s torso unclothed, his pale, well-fed stomach drapes down his body much like the clothes adorning him. Free to exist in the view of all, the left portion of his stomach splays out, so much fat piled onto his frame. The bottom roll of his stomach juts out, the meaty roll too much for a single hand to handle. Another roll falling down to rest on the bottom one, said roll lies underneath the swell of Caster’s moob. His stomach a decadent three tiered cake, the bottom flab is melted frosting, the hefty roll of fat reaching halfway down to his large, engorged thighs. 

His new large size insignificant, the added difficulty of descending the narrow staircase is lost on him. His gut wobbling back and forth and up and down, it bounces with each step, the large flab seemingly never getting a moment of rest as it presses against his plump thighs. His stomach pushes against the banister at times from its movement. Yet, a far more pressing task occupies the dangerous mind of Caster. 

Assassin of Paraiso now defeated, just as Lancer of Purgatorio and Archer of Inferno had before, Assassin’s defeat at the hands of Chaldea now meant that three out of seven of the Heroic Spirit Swordmasters had been slain. Chaldea more of a threat than expected, Caster had been tasked to give out orders once more as per Amakusa’s orders. Following the pathetic Avenger’s orders, Caster’s own task completed the instant he encountered Shimosa, getting his own fill of fun in seeing Chaldea struggle at every turn is nothing but an extra reward upon having already fulfilled Satan’s command. Catching his mistake, Caster holds back his cacophonic laughter as he finally descends the last step. The creaking stairs no longer sound in his ears; instead, groaning floorboards replace the noise. Shrill whines come from the floorboards, the old wood even dipping where Caster steps. Caster retains his grin as he saunters into the next room. 

The remaining Heroic Spirit Swordmasters already waiting for his command, Caster’s grin grows even wider, his chipmunk cheeks puffing out further. His Curse of Annihilation working wonders on the group meant that a little prodding here and there was sufficient in making them do whatever he wants.

Saber of Empireo rests with his back against the wall. Cloaked as always, the man’s true identity remains anonymous to all but Caster. Saber offering nothing but a glance at Caster of Limbo, Caster misses the scowl on Saber’s face as he turns his attention to the other two occupants in the room. 

Berserker of Samghata Hell sips away at whatever alcohol piques her fancy at the time. Rider of Kalasutra Hell, meanwhile, keeps her distance. The two always at the ready to brawl, the two’s oni nature meant there was some innate resistance to Caster’s curse. But, that exact same blood running through them was enough to bring their killing side to the forefront. 

“Ahh…” Gulping down a large swig of her alcohol, Berserker merrily drinks the remainder of it, zero drops spilled down the wide brim of her plate.  Berserker’s violet eyes squint at Caster.  “There’s no cute men around here,”  A solemn sigh escaping her thin lips, Berserker brings herself closer, her feet seemingly making no contact with the floor. “You’d be a nice feast though,” She pokes a slender finger directly into Caster’s doughy gut, her index finger squishing and sinking into the warm flab.

Caster backing up, his hand is halfway raised by the time Berserker gets out of his reach. But not out of her own volition. 

“Enough you insignificant insect,” Another’s hand firmly restraining Berserker’s wrist, Rider grips it. Rider’s free hand resting on the hilt of her sword, her face is marred by her clenched mouth, her sword hand twitching. 

“Ah, what a wonderful scene,” Caster lauds internally. Controlling and forcing fated enemies into working with each other is nearly enough to satisfy the anger in Chaldea still surviving. “You two shall destroy Chaldea,” Oh if only he could catch the look of that damned master’s face as two of their servants, now twisted by his spell, attempt to utterly annihilate them. Running his tongue over the edges of his teeth, Caster savors the image, both Rider and Berserker utterly cruel enough to leave no remains on their master, or the childr-

“They’ve left,” Saber uttering his piece, he wastes no time just as Berserker and Rider. His sword concealed under his thick cloak, Saber rests a hand on the comforting extension of his hand. Berserker far too wild, he had caught her all knowing smirk as she left. The two of them destined to fail, the comfort of facing Chaldea’s swordswoman gives him solace. Whether he wins or loses is independent of such satisfaction. Leaving Caster to whatever the strange man does, Saber offers no other words, leaving as silent as a butterfly. 

“Good riddance to them all,” Free of any useless minions, Caster heads off to his newfound favorite pastime. His lengthy overflowing hair bundles behind him. The perfectly separated strands of white and black hair reach down to the mound of fat that is Caster’s ass. His green robe servicing him sufficiently, his garish attire holds back the flab of fat. Two substantial piles of fat making up Caster’s ass, the upper heft of his round malleable butt suffer under the constraint of Caster’s robe, only a sliver of his right cheek visible. The rest of his ass under the confines of his clothes, the lower portion of his ass, more squarish than the top with the sizable portion of fat sagging down, puts as much strain on his outfit as the rest of his big bloated body. The lower ends of his robes stretched from his ass, the clothes jut out as well, the stretched fabric hiding Caster’s wide legs. Each leg alone larger than Caster’s previous waistline, his fine, undulated thighs weigh upon each other, the silky inner portions of Caster’s lardy thighs meld into one another. Fat all bunched up, the compacted fat reaches all the way down to Caster’s knees despite his wide stance. Ankles now proper cankles, even they jiggle along with the rest of his body with each confident step. Positively wide, Caster’s new gait is a bit more clunky than before, one wide thigh swinging past the other in a waddle somewhat resemblant of walking.

The floorboards creak as ominously as the stairs did. Caster’s ignoble grin remains plastered on his rounded face. Each wide waddle shifts his flab and clothes alike, stretched wrinkled fabric softening out in some areas only to wrinkle in others. The wrinkling especially bad in the edges due to his cumbersome midsection, the fabric remains ever taut. The left portion of Caster’s stomach free, the sagging mass of fat makes contact with his legs every so often, each step causing them to collide and squish before his stomach continues its perpetual jiggling. His plush chest jiggles just as his stomach does, the two soft pillows jiggling up and down with each waddle.  Keeping one bingo-wingo arm resting on his overflowing love handles, the other dangles down, the creased flab bunched up against the side of his monumental gut. 

Finding the closest room, all of them abandoned just like the rest of the castle, Caster ignores any sort of niceties and instead barges right through. He scoffs as the paper from the shoji rips and tears, the tattered patterned paper fluttering uselessly to the floor. An abandoned chair left against the side of the room, Caster ignores the rest of the adorned room. Heaving out a relaxed sigh as he sits, Caster comfortably adjusts himself, paying extra mind to the chair’s near splintering sound, wishing to add another thing to break. The seat a tight fit, the chair digs into his roly poly back, his back rolls squashing and resting against the material. The overly small armrests serve in only framing his prodigious love handles. They drape over the armrests while his plush chest splays onto his gut. Subsequently, his legs are crammed as close together as possible. The two column like thighs are indistinguishable from one another, the two seemingly stuck together with glue. An overly sized table formed from his thighs, his gut makes itself comfortable, the soft round mass of fat resting on the expanse of his thighs.

His work done for the day, a minimal self appointed task, Caster’s completion of his work calls for a celebration. His long wiry green nails still attached to his sausage fingers, Caster outstretches a hand. An intangible little ball forms in the air, Caster conjuring up a specter. The formless little wisp floating harmlessly in the air, the small specter violently shakes as Caster magically pulls it at the very edges. The incorporeal being gaining a shape, it sprouts gauntly red bone like legs. The figure touching the floor, the thin being grows mass, its entire figure hulking out as it grows armor. Caster all the while shaping the being, he grins to himself as it continues to grow: adding a few extra feet, likening the armor to that of a samurai, adjusting its red coloration to that of blood, anything that’ll scare the pathetic humans more makes the minimal effort worth it. 

The overly sized hulking beast is complete. It’s head nearly reaches the height of the shoji despite it’s hunched state. As wide as Caster, the figure contains nothing but muscle; each angular curve is perfected to end whatever unlucky human crosses its path. A katana longer than the average human in its hand, the monstrous being awaits Caster’s orders.

“Go fetch me whatever food you can find. And destroy whatever gets in your way,” Relaxing back in the chair, Ashiya once again rests his hands on his stomach. The monster trudging along, Caster easily replicates the being, conjuring up enough to make a dozen total in an instant. The nearest town the unfortunate victim of Caster’s cruel whims, he simply bides his time, kneading his overflowing gut.

The gut of fat sinking under his busy hands, Caster pulls back on the drape of his robe. Hefting the mass that is his stomach, the soft undersides of his gut rest in his left palm. A few small grunts escape his lips as he struggles, his overtaxed clothes unwilling to budge much further as Caster pulls back on it. Freeing the rest of his stomach, Caster sighs with a small pat. His stomach jiggles all over from the single pat.

His current body simply a shikigami with his saint graph engraved onto it, Caster’s real body is far away from any actual danger. A body destroyed, simply wasting another body or dozen is purely a matter of energy. Indulging in hedonistic tendencies the same principle to Caster, reveling in excess meals is just as harmless. Long gone is the well built musculature on his tall frame, his outfit perfect for showing off a few of the goods while leaving some to the vivid imagination. Instead, the addicting soft plush fat adorns his body, Caster soaking up as much fun as he can. 

Waiting expectantly, Caster plays around with his body, his new form intriguing. Testing the heft of his breasts, squishing his stomach as compactly as he can, shaking his bags for arms, each test merely elicits a wild grin before Caster precedes to focus on another body part. By the second time he tests the heft of his breasts, his mitt for hands unable to properly cup the entirety of his heavy breast, the returning monsters interrupt Caster. 

Their harsh stomping the first to notify Caster of his monsters’ return, the savory scent of their food notifies him second. Smears of blood marring their clothes, Caster picks up the sweet dried scent of iron. Letting out a contented sigh, Caster commands the first monster to step forward. The crispy aroma of fried food assaulting his nose, Caster’s suddenly famished stomach emits a growl. The desperate sound reverberates across the room. His right hand sinks into the expanse of fat as he reassuringly pats his stomach. The first monster carrying several plates of takoyaki, the fried batter is still warm. Caster brings one to his nose. Sniffing it, the savory sauce coating it has him wasting no more time, Caster chomping into it. Still blazingly hot, the extreme heat from the fried octopus has no effect on him, Caster dropping the other half down his gullet. Conjuring up a small table, Caster commands the monster to place the food down. Plucking each and every takoyaki, Caster effortlessly drops them into his mouth. His sharp teeth eviscerates each one, a transcendent grin radiating from Caster as he stuffs himself. The proportions are different: some with more octopus, others with more onions, others with more sauce and so on, each one is a different experience. Caster keeps a hand placed on the crest of his belly, rubbing the plush hill of fat.

Caster returns the monster back into a spectral form. Calling another one forward, more fried goodness wafts to his nose. Caster has the monster hurriedly place the food down. Yakisoba brought, Caster leans to the side of his chair. His stomach painfully digs into the wood, Caster lazily extending an arm to reach the plate of food. A hand necessary to hold the plate, he deftly holds the chopsticks. Expertly wielding them, he grabs nearly half the plate of food with the chopsticks. Tilting his head back, unwilling to waste a single ounce of food, Caster opens his mouth wide, the sharp teeth lining his mouth visible, before shoving the fried noodles into his mouth. The pork still tender and juicy, the soft meat melts in his mouth as he tears into the crispy hot noodles. Bringing the chopsticks to the plate, Caster effortlessly twirls his chopsticks, the remaining half of the plate caught by them. Closing his eyes, his muffled groans sound out as he chews the rest. 

Returning the other monster back into its spectral form before unsummoning it, Caster calls the next monster up. Plain white rice offered up onto the table, Caster eyes the multiple bowls. In one fell swing, he destroys the monster, zero trace left of it besides its smoldering ashes. “Next,” Caster sings, grinning as the next monster isn’t a failure like its deceased comrade. 

Something sweet offered to him instead, bunches of yakiimo are placed on the table. Grabbing the baked sweet potato, Caster bites down on the chewy, sweet caramel like food. Mouth stuffed with food, bits of the potatoes lie on his puffed cheeks. Pleasantly warm unlike the prior extremely hot foods, Caster gobbles up the remains before plowing through the rest. Caster’s voracious appetite greedily chomps down on each potato, each one devoured seemingly in an instant.

Caster continuously calls monsters forward and devours their delectable treats. Each brings something different, the only dud being in the monster he already destroyed. Savory grilled corn, hot juicy squid, sweet baked treats, each alone brings a smile of joy to Caster’s face as he gobbles it all down. Each dish easily finds its way into his gullet, the mass of food resting heavily in his stomach. His soft plush gut slowly bloats out, a level of firmness filling it out.

Returning the last monster back into nothingness, Caster lets out a labored breath. Eyes hazy, he casts a hooded look at his taxed gut. The flab of his double chin melds into his doughy collarbone, Caster letting out a puff of air as he grabs the sides of his gut with his right hand. The fine display of unabashed hedonism on display, he laughs to himself. “To the victor, the spoils,” The very last treat in his left hand, Caster dangles the tiny imagawayaki  in between his portly fingers. He greedily chomps down on the sweet dough, the red bean paste exploding in his mouth as he tears into it with his sharp teeth. Caster wasting no time, the hurriedly swallowed treat travels down his still famished gullet to join the rest of its fellow treats. A bit of gas bubbles in the recesses of his throat; Caster happily lets out his small burp, grinning afterwards with his hand on his stomach all the while. 

His thighs tired from the taxing task of being pressed up against each other, Caster shifts a bit, his wide portly ass and stout back struggling to move much at all with the weak chair. The creaking never having left, the lack of enjoyment from munching away brings back his attention to his poor chair. “What’s one more village?” Pressing a portly finger against his chubby cheek, Caster taps it, as if contemplating the question. Wickedly grinning, Caster conjures up another dozen monsters, each as terrifyingly large as before. He shifts a hand to rest on the middle of his prodigious chest. “Go bring me some more food,” Electing to break the chair, human’s creations as weak as themselves, Caster cackles to himself, his iris’ expanding as his pupils dilate, matching the red of his monsters. Caster conjures up another dozen, the monsters marching off into another direction. 

“So pathetically weak,” Caster whispers, baring his fangs. “Humans are so enjoyable,” Bringing a hand to his face, his chipmunk cheeks squish against the palm of his hand as he grins. The frailty of humans in this world so pathetic, staying in Shimosa seems worth the waste of time. An abundance of delectable food to go alongside it, Caster has all the time in the world as he finally decides to recline fully in his chair, Caster letting out a cackle. 

[twodeluxe]

very drunk and very feelings about ashiya douman

[fate-grand-master]

Ashiya Douman: Dear Santa

Ashiya Douman: I'm writing to let you know that I've been naughty

Ashiya Douman: And it was worth it, you fat, judgmental bastard

[pangtasias-atelier]

Looks like Ashiya Douman is as dedicated to his meals as he is to the Alien God. Or maybe he's trying to show off for his newfound master~

A commission I got awhile ago from @lala_halal over on Twitter