#feeder!Chris

[sterekchub]

Chris force feeding Derek the darker the better. The kink is mutual, Derek gets off on verbal humiliation of being Chris’ piggy

This screams AU (and be warned - dark, and VERY Long but…Derek loves it). Chris is a legend in the gainer community.

Derek is the CEO, sole heir to the Hale Industries inheritance, nothing but a clean image and solid reputation…and his dirty secret is he logs on to Chris' blog every few nights and jerks off imagining Chris is feeding him.

One night, Chris posts he's looking for a new pig. Promises that they'll be treated like a true hog, but threatens there are strict conditions to meet. He requires blackmail. Embarrassing videos, bank account numbers, anything to guarantee they're not backing out. Chris knows what he wants, and he doesn't want some young twink getting scared when the scale says 300lbs.

A little drunk and thinking "what the hell," Derek fills out the form, jerks off to Chris' videos, hits send, and promptly goes to bed thinking nothing about it.

The next morning a black limo is waiting for him outside his office. Chris gets out of it, screaming DILF and Derek is a CEO of a billion dollar company, has fired dozens of people, and finds himself nervous in front of him.

Chris just smiles and holds out a hand to him. "I accept. Congratulations, Derek."

(Ummm and lots of plot in between but have some random scenes)

It becomes VERY obvious before long that verbal humiliation is Derek's thing.

Chris is relentless. Feeds Derek constantly, sends him to work bloated and in a food coma, then obediently follows Chris' orders on what he's to order for lunch. Chris doesn't care if he has meetings. Doesn't care if Derek's button bursts as he sits with the board of directors, or if the BBQ and baked beans he forced Derek to have for lunch is making him gassy right before an important meeting.

Derek is his pig. He's lucky Chris is letting him even leave the house.

"Imagine what they're saying about you, Derek." "Won't be long before they start looking at this gut you're growing and wondering why you're letting yourself go." "Imagine what they'd think if they knew how desperately you wanted to get fat for me." *** Force-feeding is…really the entire relationship. Anything Derek eats, is decided on by Chris. The boost shakes he keeps in his office and faithfully sends pics to Chris with each one he's chugged down. The lunches Chris tells him to order. The huge dinners Chris prepares every night where Derek eats until his arms are tired and his belly feels ready to pop. The funnel-feedings before, during, and after sex to make sure Derek is as filled to the brim with calories as possible

Derek gets fat at a pace so rapid even he can't believe it. One morning he looks down and sees nothing but a pudgy gut and stretchmarks and swears they weren't there last week.

"I can't" Derek gasps weakly. "I have to give a press call today."

"I know. But pigs really shouldn't try to pretend to be something they aren't." Chris tells him. "Drink up."

He pours a keg of beer and as much soda as he can fit into Derek's swollen belly before dropping him off outside his office. Derek goes to the press call with a button missing from his suit- belly wide and proud like a beach ball in front of him. He belches and slurs and hiccups his way through the entire press call.

Chris replays it over and over that night as he fucks Derek. Derek's never come harder. *****

"I don't think this gut," he gives Derek's belly a solid slap, "will fit in a booth, could we get a table?"

Chris takes Derek out to eat, in jeans that look painted on and a T-shirt that is one stuffing away from rising up over his belly like a crop top. As soon as they sit down and look at the menu, Chris tells Derek what he's supposed to order.

"I'm sorry, he's such a pig," he smiles charmingly at their waiter, "I can't seem to get him to stop eating!"

Some nights, Chris will have Derek ride him, just to watch Derek starting to sweat and pant, blubber glistening and belly jiggling, and eventually has to stop to catch his breath.

"Need to stop already? Not even a minute….Finish this shake then get on all fours, pig. Fat fuck…" ***

Chris is sitting in a booth off to the side of the front counter, sipping on a soda and clearly waiting for the show to start.

Derek orders one of everything on the menu. The cashier behind the counter stares at him in confusion and asks him to repeat himself.

Derek is bright red but doesn't back down. "I'll…have one of everything."

It takes four employees to bring the entire order to his table. Derek can feel the eyes of everyone watching him, ass hanging out of his pants as he sits on two chairs and starts digging in, but all he cares about is Chris who is watching him hungrily. ****

"547," Chris reads."You were only 554 yesterday..." Derek looks down to on instinct, even if he can only see the mounds of his chest and the ever growing curve of his expansive belly. Chris catches him trying to look. "Don't worry, you haven't maxed this one out yet...but you will soon enough. What do you think about that?" "Please," Derek moans, reaching for his aching dick. There's too much of his own lard in the way. Usually Chris loves forcing Derek to rut against his own belly to try ang get himself off, teases him for looking more and more like a barnyard pig then ever. But ever since Derek passed the 500lb mark, Chris put a few new rules into place. "You know the rules, piggy. Want some help?" Derek oinks. "Good hog."

[weepingseraphstranger]

Oh, so what? I'm the monster because I think screams and growls are hot? Well soooorry!

[delphi-shield]

OLD FOLKS HOME ↪ age gap hcs

the people you love & the shit they do that reminds you of the dreaded Gap (tm). characters included: leon kennedy, chris redfield, jill valentine, claire redfield, rebecca chambers no warnings to speak of. remember kids, if you're gonna date people in their 30s and 40s, you're gonna have different cultural contexts and, most likely, different senses of humor.

Leon is eight levels of irony deep. He started doing Old Guy Shit just to mess with you, and now it's all come full circle. 

It turns out he actually likes watching the weather channel. He’s monitoring storms that are miles and miles away from you, pointing out the feeder bands like it’s some kind of sporting event. 

He's genuinely invested in Ice Road Truckers. He asks you to TiVo it for him when he's gone. You do not have TiVo. In fact, you're pretty sure no one still has TiVo. 

Or you were, until Leon once again committed to the bit and got TiVo.

Really, genuinely annoying about old movies, actors, and directors.

”What do you mean you don’t know who Robert Redford is? The Candidate? Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? C’mon. He was even in an episode of The Twilight Zone. You’ll know him when you see him.”

At least you get movie dates out of it.

Movie dates that he will pepper with trivia about the film, by the way. You don't need the commentary track. He is the commentary.

I'm so, so sorry about this. 🤪 is his favorite emoji. I know. I'm sorry.

Chris cannot fucking hear. To be honest, I think most of them have some degree of hearing loss - but Chris in particular seems to have very subjective hearing loss.

Yes, you were just having a full-fledged conversation. No, he didn’t hear you ask him to take out the trash. He didn’t forget, he just didn’t hear you. Sorry, you were standing on his right - come on, you know that’s his bad side.

Explains basic technology to you because he’s not sure if you know what it is. Then, in the same breath, crams in so many military acronyms he may as well be reciting the alphabet. Does not explain the acronyms.

Like, yeah, Chris. I know what a landline is. Dial-up internet, too. Now, what the fuck is an ORE?

Have you ever gotten ‘ok’ in response to a nude? You’re about to. Completely demoralizing, by the way.

He didn't know you wanted him to compose a poem dedicated to your beauty, okay? He tries to get better, but winds up sending shit like 'wow 👍'

Does the dad thing where he insists he's not interested in watching what's on TV and then stands with his hands on his hips in the middle of the living room, enthralled by the show.

Jill does not understand your music. She will not make an attempt to understand your music. If you see her tapping her foot to the beat, no you do not. She is not interested in expanding her musical horizons.

She only bought you tickets to that concert because she knew you would love it. She only went with you because you’re cute when you’re so into this stuff. She only bought that t-shirt because it would be a good souvenir, and eventually, a good grease rag.

Generalized distrust of social media. Do not show her a tiktok. She will ignore the video and lecture you about data safety. Jill, please. Just watch the fucking cat video.

And then she turns around and opts in to literally everything on the McDonald's app.

If there’s a rewards program, she’s in. Already sold. Didn’t even read the fine print. All that shit she was telling you about how you need to be more careful is right out the window for some free fries.

Anything for the thrill of a good deal. If she had more time on her hands, she would be couponing.

Buys in bulk. No, it doesn't matter if the two of you could not physically eat that much rice. It's cheaper to buy it like this. It's fine. It's good for you.

Gotta stock up on non-perishables, too. You gotta be prepared in case something happens. "Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it."

Claire cannot stop shopping from QVC. She's in the kitchen with David. It Takes Two with Mary and Sandra? Wrong. It actually takes three. Mary, Sandra, and Claire.

Infomercials have got her by the throat. You have so many gadgets and gizmos around your home that are just collecting dust.

Gets wine drunk and goes online shopping. Legitimately does not remember what she’s bought.

Absolutely will not let you open the packages. (“Some of this stuff could be for you, you know.” “Claire, last time it was a 10,000 count package of googly eyes.” “And I used all 10,000. You still haven’t found them all.”)

Uses every piece of technology until it’s about to fall apart. Absolutely not interested in having the latest and greatest. She’s one of those people who insists that as long as her phone can make calls and send texts, she doesn’t need a new one.

Speaking of texts. Somehow, she got it into her head that a read receipt is equivalent to a reply. She doesn't get what the problem is. You know she saw your text. Why does she have to reply?

Genuinely doesn't mean anything malicious by it - but also, if you did that to her, you would never hear the end of it.

Rebecca legitimately has facebook humor. They all have some degree of facebook humor, but she's got it the worst. 

Will blow up your notifications tagging you in shit that is just straight up not funny. I’m talking full on tagging you with “😂😂😂”

Unironically sent you a minion meme once.

It's not that she's disconnected. She teaches undergrads. She knows what’s in, even if it’s only from the periphery. It’s just that she doesn’t care. She has no interest in keeping up with trends just for the sake of it. She’s so used to being the youngest person in the room and having to keep up expectations that she just absolutely does not care anymore. She's glad she's not one of the kids anymore.

If it made her laugh it made her laugh, her enjoyment isn’t shackled by feelings of shame!!

If you have a group chat on any platform with your friends please invite her. She's just happy to be included. She'll make a discord if she has to, and she'll brag about it to her students.

Yeah, she says pupper and doggo. She does. Look at her.

[richiehugs]

(Probably) the end of the Giorgos Chronicles for now (feat. his brother).

Chris has turned 18 in February. His physique is much alike his "big" brother's, an aspiring pear-shaped chub. However, there are two main differences between him and Giorgos: 1) Chris doesn't praise being fat, and 2) He is actually working out.

Big bro is of course teasing him for going to the gym and growing out his belly. Don't be fooled, in the gym he is only making sure his little bro doesn't hurt himself - he himself wouldn't move a finger.

This was the end of Summer. He went silent for a couple of weeks afterwards, coming back only to say goodbye to his "career" as an influencer. He has recently opened up a snack bar/restaurant in his home area, and though he doesn't look much fatter/wider, he's happier than ever.

Hopefully, the time spent in the food business will have an impact on his figure again, and he will soon find the right (preferably feeder) girlfriend.

As for the updates, they will be on pause until there is anything worth mentioning.

[cookiesupplier]

Drain the blood out from your veins (nsfw)

pairing: Ricky Olson x Fem!Reader (Chris' Sister)

Summary: Vampire Ricky, back from tour with the band, continues his sexual relationship with Chris' little sister without her brother knowing.

cw: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI, established relationship, Dom/Sub leanings, blood, masturbation, vaginal fingering.

author note: unbetaed, readers beware lol, bit of an anon request so I hope you enjoy!

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @faceless-mirror

Tags are open for future fics, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my general list.

Ricky was strung out, and he just wanted to go home, sink his teeth into a feeder and gorge his fill. Living off donated blood bags while they were on tour was the most disgusting, and vile feeling in the entire damn world. The sacrifices he made for Chris. Sometimes, if he was lucky when he could, he could pull up one of the feeder chat rooms for the town they were in on an off-day and see if anyone was offering, with a non-disclosure agreement of course. It wasn’t that their fans didn’t know he was a vampire, they did, and they were very aware, but it was highly discouraged for any of them to throw themselves at him offering up their blood.

One too many times had he gotten vials of blood sent in the mail from devoted fans, offering him a taste in hopes that he might want to come and drink from them, personally. So it was made known that he wouldn’t. It was ridiculous really, the worst ones, the blood was turned and rotted by the time it got to him, and at best they remembered to preserve it for transport in the vial, and he knew, it would taste like nothing but the chemicals that had been used to do so if he even tasted a drop. He didn’t, why would he? That kind of obsession was not something he was ever going to touch.

Anyone he drank from that was not a dedicated personal feeder at home, signed a NDA.

There was one exception to the rule for Rick. One person he’d fed from in the past that was neither technically a personal feeder nor he had ever asked to sign an NDA.

He knew she wouldn’t say anything. He knew she wouldn’t tell a soul.

Her neck would be on the line as much as his, and not because of the fans, but because of her brother.

Y/N was Chris’ little sister.

Admitted, Chris would forgive her, he’d never forgive Rick. There was no way in hell that he’d forgive Rick for touching his little sister.

Half-sister technically, but sister just the same, and Ricky, couldn’t get her out of his system, and it would seem, she was no better with the way her eyes had been on him the moment he’d entered the bar with her brother, but they’d switched quickly over to Chris the moment he’d called y/n, a smile immediately flashing across her features for her brother as she ran over and threw herself into his arms. She’d not seen him in weeks, Ricky didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on him around his side as she hugged her brother.

They’d just gotten home from another stint on tour, and they would be home for a little bit, planning to work on some more music, and Ricky himself was strained from living of months off of blood bags. Sure, it might have been weeks since they’d been home, but months on tours, and barely a good bite here and there if he was lucky? He had thought about hiring a personal feeder for long tours, but the last time he tried, it give an intensely wrong impression, and she’d just gotten so attached when he got home.

He didn’t want that.

Especially when, when he was at home, he had other preferences in mind.

Ricky knew he shouldn’t, but Y/N was always on his mind.. Chris would kill him if he knew about the way he thought about his little sister, the things he thought about her.

He was not, well, there had been a time when he was not the most upstanding vampire there was. Chris wanting him to stay away from his little sister wasn’t without reason.. But did he listen? No.

Did she listen? No.

He did try to stay away from her at the bar, at least, he did try. Knowing that Chris was out the front with the other guys however, laughing, talking, with the chatter of all the other people the only noise that was keeping them hidden, it was just too tempting.. What she looked at him across the room while Chris was busy, her eyes meeting right before she slipped away, he smirked..

Following after a moment.. Throwing back his drink, before slipping right into the women’s bathroom, flicking the lock behind him.. It was easy to tell she was the only one in there, only one heartbeat.. Only one, hers.

Y/N was washing her hands in the basin, facing the mirror and Ricky’s already stormy blue eyes darkened at the sight of her in the reflection, moving behind her in a second, his arms either side of her on the counter, framing her in.

“Did you do what you were told?”

Breathing in her scent up the side of her neck slowly, god, she smelled divine, but that wasn’t the scent that he wanted just yet..

“Yes, Daddy.”

Smirking.. He’d given her very specific instructions of what she was supposed to do before she was to come tonight.. Admittedly, it was supposed to be for a treat for after, but he was impatient, and she was just being so alluring tonight, how could he resist. Not to mention, the mere thought of finding out if she’d behaved and actually done what he told her to, well, it was far too tempting.

“Mmmmm, I don’t know.. Maybe I should find out for myself.. What do you think, BabyGirl.. Should I?”

One of his hands was running up the insides of her legs, his fingers stroking up the bare skin of her thigh, she got that part right to start with,

“No tights, good girl.”

His voice a rasp as he smirked when he saw her face flush warm in the mirror, then as her fingers press harder to the counter in front of her, feeling the way she tried so hard not to squirm but her hips still shifted back against him ever so slightly. Tsking, he tilted his head forward to nip at the side of her neck with his blunt human teeth,

“Stay still.”

A whimper escaped her as his hand continued to travel up.. Until he came to the juncture of her thighs, and his fingers brushed along the lips of her pussy.. She was so wet already and she she whimpered when he denied her more, his hand slipping out from under her dress and lifting to lick the arousal from the very tips of his fingers.. A whine escaped her throat as she watched him in the reflection..

“Such a good girl.. How many did you have up there before you came inside?”

He told her.. She was to finger herself in the car before coming in, but not to cum, if she did, she would be allowed to again all night, and he wouldn’t touch her again, not once, before the next tour.. One orgasm for the price of many? That would be a no-brainer..

“Three, Daddy, please.. I’ll do anything you want. I need to cum so bad.”

Her thighs pressed together and he grinned at her in the reflection.

“Anything?”

She nodded eagerly to him.. He stepped back and patted the counter, up on the counter, face me.. All too eager, she didn’t even need to question him before she was hitching up her dress around her hips and was pulling her tiny frame up onto the counter. How she was Chris’ sister was beyond him, her miniature to Chris’ giant, but she was just a perfect size for Rick.. and fuck if he got his fill every time.

As much as he wanted to fuck her right now, and damn did he want to, it was too messy a clean up, and getting caught by Chris because y/n had his cum dripping down her thigh in the middle of the bar, really wasn’t on his agenda tonight.. That could wait until he got her back to her his apartment and he could take her apart properly. Have her come apart screaming on his cock.. He had another hunger to satisfy now.

Down on his knees before her, her his hands spreading her thighs wide, glancing up to her,

“You don’t cum unless I give you permission, and after I’ve had plenty to drink, understand?”

A whimper escaped her, but she nodded quickly, she knew what was coming, and it wasn’t the bite that was going to be the hard part ti endure, Ricky always like to push her right to the very edge of pleasure and pain.. That was the best part between them, while he fed.. Feeling her body shake under the assault of his fingers, his cock.. Whatever he was doing to her at the time..

His tongue traced up along the skin of her groin of her femoral artery, his favourite place to drink, and the most covert.. Who thought to look for bite marks there. Not to mention, Chris would notice if his sister suddenly started walking around with neck scarves all the time. As his fangs sank into her flesh, her blood pooling delicately onto his tongue, he was careful how he drank, clean, his thumb was rubbing over her clit, drawing a moan from her as two of his fingers pressed into her cunt.. Just as she had been earlier.

Oh, her blood was like pure nirvana on his tongue, she was always absolute perfection, nothing tasted like y/n.. Not her blood, or her pretty perfect pussy. He didn’t know which he liked better if he was being truthful, he could spend all day between her legs in one manner or another, his face covered in her, and he would be a happy man.. Already very dead, but a happy, happy man.

His fingers pumped inside of her as his thumb worked circles over the numb of her clit as her warm blood ran down his throat with each swallow he took. His tongue swirled at her skin with each pull from her vein and fuck.. but then he flicked at the sensitive nerves of her clit a bit hard when she started to squirm with a groan. Lifting his mouth from her skin with a gasp,

“Y/N,”

His voice holding a commanding rasp, looking down at him, her eyes met his with a whimper, her thighs shaking as she held them wide for him,

“You are being such a good girl. Now stay still. I’ve almost had my fill.”

He could have let her cum then, he could have, but he wanted to see how much longer she could last, he loved watching to see how far he could push her, see her walk to the very edge until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her thighs pushed a little wider as she pushed herself to satisfy him, there we go, he knew she could do it, such a good girl. A lick of his tongue over the bite before his mouth returned to her beautiful silken skin and drew another pull of her blood. This time it earned a moan from her, he savoured not only the taste of her as her blood pulsed hot, running down his throat so perfectly, but the way she reached for him next.. Her fingers threading into his hair, pressing her fingertips against his scalp as she whimpered.

“Daddy, Daddy, please, I need to cum.”

She was close, so close, he could feel her thighs trembling as she fought to hold them,

“Please!”

The way she pleaded was utter perfection and with a last flick of his tongue, pressing it down hard enough to put pressure on the puncture to stem the flow of blood and seal the wound. Then as he stood up between her legs, his fingers that were buried deep in her cunt, curled to rub at her g-spot as he flicked at her clit as his lips came to hers, fangs scraping at her lips as she moaned,

“Cum for me BabyGirl, cum for Daddy like a good girl.”

All she needed was that little push over the edge, and she was falling. Her shriek as she orgasm smothered by his kiss, no, no they couldn’t let anyone outside here, No Chris, not any of the band, or the crew.. They might come find out what was happening, and find the locked door.. Best they didn’t investigate. Kissing her while he fucked her with his fingers through her orgasm, her whole body trembling with delight as she grasped onto him, panting against him as she did… he grinned when he finally started to hear her heartbeat slowly come down, her eyes starting to come back into focus..

“I’ve missed being able to make you fucking scream properly.”

If Chris killed him when he found out, so be it.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

[purity-town]

Ask responses below the cut! Lots of thoughts on Terraria lore and Purity Town worldbuilding -- mostly focusing on the Crimson, the war, and Guides.

Reasons why I chose Corruption over Crimson, off the top of my head:

Artistic reasons: Chris was always going to lean towards magenta & dark blue weapons/armor where possible as a nod to the nebula pillar coloration, and I felt that it was easier to work with those colors against a purple/gray/brown background than a red one. Similarly, the purple of demonite matches the Corruption colors, making it easy to tie a visual connection between demonite and the shadow orbs' evil energy.

Personal reasons: My first world was a Corruption one, and I tend to favor Corruption in general as I like the music more.

Practical reasons: It's much, much easier to draw worms and the various other Corruption enemies than it is to draw the Crimson enemies, as the Crimson enemies are far more complicated in appearance and poses. Plus all the blood and brains puts me in an awkward spot as I don't want to run into issues with any of the websites I post the comic to.

Lore reasons: While the Brain of Cthulhu does very nicely match up with Moon Lord's actual design, it doesn't have a Mech boss associated with it, and I didn't want the Destroyer to feel like it came out of nowhere; I felt it was easier to justify the EoW being related to evil/Moon Lord in some way than the Destroyer existing in a Crimson world. The Corruption's shadow orbs also naturally tie into the idea of the "ancient spirits of light and dark" being released from the underworld, as the Crimson doesn't really convey the "dark" side of things that well. Also, the Crimson is generally associated with health while the Corruption is associated with mana, and since Chris is a mage I wanted to lean into the magic side of things.

As for my ideas with the Crimson:

Theme-wise, the blood and gore is easy to relate back to the same consuming, flesh-melding energy of blood moons. (While blood moons already have a link to Corruption/Crimson in the form of corrupt/vicious animals, the Crimson just makes more sense.) The massive skeletons in the background bring up similarities with bone serpents and wyverns/phantasm dragon, and the eyeballs with the EoC/WoF/True EoC.

Where the Corruption is more of the culmination of sin and dark thoughts and eldritch energies that twist whatever they come into contact with, the Crimson is a growing, living being that spiraled into wild mutation from eldritch energy. The Corruption naturally grows over time through additional sins giving it the power to spread, while the Crimson grows by actively consuming more and more living material; contamination vs. infection; acidic vs. corrosive.

The Crimson is a hive mind, of the sort where each new mind adds its knowledge and input to the collective, and likewise has its will overridden by the majority. At the core of it all is the Brain of Cthulhu -- intelligent, but not something that can be reasoned with or spoken to; the sort of being whose mind is so fundamentally different from a human's that anyone who comes into contact would be left mentally shattered. Much the same way one who stares into the darkness seeking to study the eldritch and bizarre could be left broken.

Where the Corruption chasms are worm tracks, I've always interpreted the Crimson chasms as a heart and the arteries spreading out from it. Or maybe the tendrils of a spreading infection? Not really sure!

Side note, the general theme (flesh/blood) and many of the monsters (face monster, crimera, blood feeder, etc.) also tie very well into the Wall of Flesh and its hunger. The justification for the WoF being so...flesh in the comic is that Andrew is a human*, and so the WoF's form is influenced by what his soul knows (flesh and blood body), mixed with lots and lots of eldritch energy giving it the visual ties to the EoC/Moon Lord in the eyes/mouth. But it's not as natural of a link as "the WoF's form is steeped in overflowing Crimson energy locked away in the center of the earth."

Instead of shattering, I imagine it would just poof into a particularly liquid-looking red smoke. Something to combine it being an immaterial/magical collection of energy with it being bloody and gory. Less of the sharp/shattered/sparkly look of shadow orbs, and something more organic and primal.

As for Crimson hearts...I suppose it's the other side of the coin of shadow orbs. Keeping with the theme of Crimson being vaguely health/damage-related while Corruption is mana-related, where shadow orbs are pustules of evil and eldritch magic, I could imagine Crimson hearts as concentrations of the life energy that's been consumed by/generated within the Crimson. Something that pulses with the hearts and minds of the countless creatures that have been incorporated into the Crimson before. Hence the panic necklace; something that fills you with adrenaline and the vitality to push forward and run for your life when hurting (compared to the band of starpower boosting your ability to channel magic).

BAD. Really, really, really bad.

The most obvious reason was all of the general destruction that the world had suffered at that point. Land masses ripped apart or twisted/distorted. Civilization shredded, infrastructure destroyed. What wasn't outright blasted to bits was warped beyond recognition or so corrupted there was no hope of salvaging what had been there before. Loss of homes means exposure to the elements, and loss of farmland means starvation; many societies crumbled or were staggered by the loss of vital industries and resources.

The main surviving communities were small subsets of what were once larger cultures. They were the ones lucky enough to have enough resources nearby to be self-sustaining -- cities had it the worst, requiring resources to be brought in from elsewhere, while more remote communities tended to be affected the least. Andrew, for instance, grew up in a very small community out on the plains, and while they did have contact with other communities, trade was limited to only specialty goods. Everything else came from the local area.

On top of the physical loss of land and infrastructure, there was also the loss of knowledge. The people who stood up to fight were the most powerful mages and strongest warriors, trying to hold back the destruction and stop the eldritch power contaminating the world; when they died, their knowledge of the world died with them. Similarly, Dryads were far more common back then, with people relying on them to interpret the weather, bless the crops, protect them from harm, and purify any imbalance of good and evil. So even the folks who did survive had to suddenly adjust to having no Dryads to fall back on.

Then, just when they thought the worst of it was over -- that their world had ended and was something new and scary, but stable -- the first Blood Moon rises and everything goes to Hell in a hand-basket once more (albeit only for a night). So now, rather than the night being a time for mages to practice their craft, the inherent chaos of the dark is now dialed up 1000% (even moreso during blood moons). Hence the push for some folks to try and find solace beneath the earth -- building the underground cabins, establishing the Dungeon, and the Lihzahrds locking themselves within a temple away from the sky.

The world was finally given a chance to breathe again once most of the eldritch magic, and in equal measure the divine hallow, was locked away in the core of the world. But by that point the old world was already a distant memory. It's been 500 years since the war, around 450 since most magic was locked away, and what did remain from before the war gave the world a significant boost in recovery. Old magic items and technology can be studied and recreated, and while technological/magical advancement is a bit uneven from region to region depending on their level of development and general population, the Guides have worked hard sharing everything they know between them to rebuild.

Purity Town, and the smaller villages immediately surrounding it (in the desert, snowy mountains, etc.) has such a low population/is so remote that they don't have much in the way of established governance. Various NPCs arguably have varying levels of authority within their specialization: Heather is the go-to for healing, Malik is the local monster hunter, and so on, but it's all very informal. The individual villages probably all have people who handle day-to-day things -- there are various random folks who live in the region to fill out each village outside of the established NPCs -- but it's just something going on in the background to keep the place running.

Guides aren't really meant to be politicians either, but they do often fall into a default leadership role since they're the go-to advice guys!

They're meant to preserve and share knowledge of the world, its languages, and its cultures; a reaction to the vast majority of that knowledge having been lost in the wake of the war 500 years ago. So Guides are out there fielding questions like "how do I make this medicine/when do I harvest this plant/is this edible/etc.," but they also are expected to know enough about situations like weather/celestial events such that they can give advice no matter what crops up. Extend that attitude to a more general "this person knows how to handle Problems, so let's default to whatever they tell us whenever we run into Problems," and you end up with Guides often taking pseudo-leadership or advisory positions.

Andrew is in something of a weird spot, as he took over for a much more established/respected Guide after she retired and threw him into it, and is not particularly good at commanding authority or dealing with people in the way she could, even though he tries to be nice. But he's extremely, extremely knowledgeable, even compared to other Guides due to having been around for long enough to pick up so much knowledge, so at least he can fulfill that aspect of the job easily enough and the townsfolk trust him to do so.

Tangentially related, but the lack of solid governance is specific/unique to Purity Town's remoteness. With a small enough population, folks rely on the cooperation and skills of others much more, and any disputes would be worked out among the townsfolk proper.

The world isn't fully settled, but there are some locations with enough of a population to be considered actual kingdoms (see: Princess NPC) with established government (see: Tax Collector). Chris' hometown, which sees a lot of ship traffic/trade, has a proper government, local guard, etc. along with their own Guide. Purity Town is just particularly out there! But it's still been around for long enough to have seen some trade, built up some skills among the residents, and establish basic infrastructure so that residents can live comfortably. Like comparing a small town in the modern day to a remote village in medieval times, residents still enjoy a relatively high standard of living, despite being a scattered and remote population.

The world hasn't recovered to where it was pre-Moon Lord, but it's certainly not a post-apocalyptic wasteland anymore!

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The City of Calgary finally had some good news to share about the catastrophic break in the city's major feeder water main — the problem section has been identified, and is being prepped for repairs. But that doesn't mean water worries for Calgarians are ending soon. "If everything goes well, we're looking at at least another five to seven days before the situation is resolved," Chris Huston, the city's manager of drinking water distribution, said Saturday morning. Updating the situation at a 10 a.m. media briefing, the city said that crews reached the damaged section of the critical water main on Friday and began clearing water, dirt and debris to assess the site of the leak. 

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Tagging: @newsfromstolenland @abpoli

[chubsette]

What’s Chris up to in Fat!Nat world?

probably buying a stronger bedframe so they can all sleep together

in fairness i don't think Nat's dynamic with any of her partners would change much as Fat!Nat (im stealing that btw). like she's still primarly a feeder so her and Chris' dynamic would remain very similar. butttttttt i suppose he would still go nuts seeing her like that. He would go into full FA mode, it'd be pretty hard for him to keep his hands to himself and he'd absolutely love feeling her weight on him. Nat in turn would love love loveee the strenght her weight gives her over her partners, an immediate confidence boost

[sterekchub]

Any more plans for Chris/Derek? Or sheriff stilinski/Derek. He deserves to be doted on and properly fed by beacon hills certified dilfs

YES! Chris/Derek I have some...darker manipulative feedings fic ideas than Sheriff/Derek which is totally more wholesome. Chris going from hunting werewolves to spending his retirement looking into subduing them. Derek makes it so easy. Doesn't put up a fight when Chris propose the idea - or maybe Derek is so desperate to make amends to Chris, so eager for someone to show him genuine affection, that he goes along with it. And it becomes their regular thing. Derek getting fed and fucked. Chris has a journal on how many calories it takes to overwhelm a werewolf's metabolism. Strains of wolfsbane that can make wolves more compliant. Increase their hunger. How much food they can eat as their stomach's stretch and heal and their capacity grows and grow, stretchmarks appearing and disappearing over night. (Derek sprawled on the ground, surrounded by empty take out containers and kegs of beer, belly so inflated with food it covers his knees, helplessly belching and groaning and rubbing as much of his gut as he can reach, while Chris jots down notes and goes to get more food). He takes Derek to hunter conventions, shows Derek off as his partner and his prized wolf. Derek is always waddling a step behind him, hefty belly wobbling a bit with each step, thighs rubbing together, ass threatening to split open his jeans. It shocks people when they realize he's a werewolf. The fearsome predator who only uses his fangs to rip through steaks and is far, far too full to run after away lately. Chris has found the perfect methods to turn a supernatural powerhouse into a spoiled house pet. Derek looks oddly pleased with every comment he gets, as Chris proudly pats Derek's gut and tells his fellow hunters they should join them for dinner - and Derek will give them a real show. ****************

AND on the topic of the Sheriff.... I adore both fat!DILF Sheriff and feeder Sheriff. (Because really I love the premise of 2 fat Stilinski men...). The Sheriff giving Derek a chance and giving him a job as a deputy in the station. But as a newbie? Derek's stuck with all the paperwork and the occasional calls from the regulars screaming about aliens or kids playing too loudly in their backyard. And he unofficially becomes used as the Sheriff's food dump. "Stiles will kill me if he catches me with this, finish these, won't you?" " Mrs. Robinson send a whole gift basket for us stopping that break in... but can't Can't have my deputies failing their fitness exams, why don't you take this?" Derek's so thankful to feel like he's useful and doing something good- he never complains. Tells the Sheriff "Yes, sir" and dutifully does what he's told. Even if that means really spending most of his day snacking over paperwork. And at the end of the day? the Sheriff knows they're both going home to an empty house, so why doesn't Derek keep him company? Beers and pizza on him. And Derek ends up finishing a 12 pack of beer of almost 2 full pizzas...too stuffed to go home, so he gratefully takes the offer to stay over for the night.

And pretty quickly it becomes a routine. (along with the routine of the Sheriff "forgetting" to order a new uniform for Derek to watch him uncomfortably trying to hide the way his belly is showing through the gaps in the buttons and his pants are held together with a rubber band...

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Two dogs and a piano

PAIRING | CHRIS EVANS x FEMALE!READER

WORD COUNT | 3.2K

SUMMARY | You go for a run through Boston with your husky Willow, and you run into the one and only Chris Evans. When he invites you over for a playdate for the dogs, you find out the two of you have more in common than you could have imagined.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | Please think of adopting a pet from a shelter, instead of buying one in a pet store! The animals in there deserve the world, and you can give 'em that by taking them out of their shelters, and into your home 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

Today started just like every other day, woken up by your Siberian husky, named Willow. She was already 7 years old by now, but she had the energy of 5 huskies combined, which you absolutely loved about her. ''Good morning Willow!'' you say when she jumps onto your bed looking for some snuggles and belly scratches, which honestly was your favorite way to wake up every morning. You had given up on dating a few years back, but when you started feeling lonely you decided to adopt a dog. Not just for the love they would give you, but also to get some more exercise in, and that worked out well. She always needs long walks or runs before she's tired, and you enjoy exploring the city with her.

''Shall we go for a run this morning?'' you asked her and her ears perked up, granting you a little howl as a response. She always enjoyed running with you, keeping the same pace as you. You never taught her to do it, but she was just considerate like that. Sure, she could be a brat of the highest degree if she wanted to, but on your walks and runs she would be an absolute delight. Often times people come up to the two of you to see if they can pet her and since she is a little bit of an attention seeker, she never minds and always accepts pets and cuddles from people. ''Okay, let's get up big girl. Let's have some breakfast first and then I'll take you for a run,'' you say with a smile when you get up, picking up an oversized shirt from the floor.

Despite the fact that you lived alone, you were always a little afraid someone might barge in and you didn't appreciate that. Even though you have your very own guard dog now - oh, who are we kidding, she would help a burglar out by bringing stuff outside for them - you still didn't feel comfortable walking around in just your underwear. Willow ran ahead of you into the kitchen, already looking forward to breakfast today. You prefer feeding her raw food, and you already prepared a big batch of it last week to last you throughout the next few weeks, so all you have to do is get it out of the fridge and prepare it for her. ''Are you ready, Willow?'' you looked at her and put her slow feeder bowl in front of her, while she patiently waits for your command. ''Enjoy!'' you say and he happily starts eating while you start preparing your own breakfast and a smoothie for when you come back from your run.

You turn on some music to get your morning started and get some strawberries as well as all the other things you'll need for your smoothie out of the fridge. You put it in the blender and let that run for a little bit before getting some slices of bread, eggs, and ham and cheese ready. You were really craving toast with eggs, ham, and cheese for a while so you decided to give into it this time, it would be a perfect start before your run anyways. You always took a few snacks and some water with you on your run, but going on an empty stomach wasn't an option. When the smoothie is done you put it in your usual smoothie cup and place it in the fridge for when you come back, and then you sit down at your kitchen island to enjoy your breakfast. By the time you're done, Willow was patiently laying by the door until you were ready to go. All you needed to do was change, grab some stuff, and get her leash.

It appeared to be a lovely day outside, so you opted for a pair of neon green running shorts, a black sports bra, and a matching neon green loose top over that. You put on a pair of black running shoes and your hair in a ponytail. Next up you put some stuff in the small backpack you always take with you while running, and the leash you can put around your waist when running with Willow. ''Are you ready to go, baby? Are you ready to for a run today?'' you ask and she immediately jumps up, excited to go for a run with you. You grab your headphones and pair them with your phone, you pull up your running playlist and walk out the door. ''Good morning, Mrs. Jones!'' you say when you see your elderly neighbor in the hallway. ''Good morning Y/N, good morning Willow!'' she says and she comes over to give Willow some love. ''Have a good run today, Y/N,'' she says before you enter the elevator.

You have been running for about an hour so far, and Willow is starting to get a little tired, just like you, so you decide to stop in a dog park so she can go ahead and get some extra energy out whilst you gather yourself a bit on a bench. ''I'm sorry, is this seat taken?'' you hear a deep voice next to you saying, and you shake your head, saying, ''No, not at all! Please join me,'' with a big smile and a cheery voice. ''Thank you,'' he says and he sits down with a bit of a sigh. ''I've never seen you around here, are you new?'' he asked, and you explain that you live in a different part of Boston, but you just enjoy exploring the city when you're running with your dog. ''See the white and grey husky over there? She's mine, her name's Willow,'' you say and your eyes sparkle when you say it, she's your pride and joy. ''She's beautiful! It appears she's playing with my dog, his name's Dodger,'' he mentions.

''Oh, I am such an idiot, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Chris, Chris Evans,'' and you can't help but smile at the fact that you've met the one and only Chris Evans. You have seen a few of the movies he's in, but you didn't let that phase you in the slightest. ''It's nice to meet you, Chris, I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,'' you extend your hand and he happily accepts it. ''Do you mind if I eat my apple real quick? I'm gonna need the sugars for my way back,'' you ask and he doesn't mind. He just starts talking about Dodger and how he rescued him, which warms your heart. ''I adopted Willow 3 years ago from a shelter actually! I think it is really important to also adopt older dogs, they usually get looked over in shelters and that breaks my heart...'' you say, Chris agreed with you.

You keep talking about other stuff that has both your interests too, and after about an hour you really have to go, so you excuse yourself and call Willow back over to you. You whistle on your fingers to get her attention and she stops dead in her tracks to turn around and come back to you. ''Oh wow, she's a great listener!'' Chris laughed and couldn't help but admire the way you handle Willow, with such care and love, it felt like his heart might explode. ''Do you and Willow want to come over for a playdate soon? I think the two of them would love that,'' he asked with a bit of a shy tone in his voice. ''Sounds good! Let me give you my number so we can see when we have the time, okay?'' you said and Chris gave you his phone so you could put your number in it. ''It was lovely meeting you Chris,'' you said before turning your music on again and waving one last time before continuing your run with Willow.

You ran for another hour and a half before you were finally back home, looking forward to a hot shower right about now. You give Willow a treat for being such a good girl, and you grab your smoothie out of the fridge, the cold soothing you from the inside out. When you finished it, you put your cup in the dishwasher and went to the bathroom, undressing in your bedroom and getting ready to wash away all the sweat you worked up during your run. You start singing along with the music you're playing and just when you're putting conditioner in your hair, you hear your phone go off. You look around your shower curtain just to see it was Chris who texted you.

Chris: Hi Y/N, it's Chris. It was really lovely to meet you earlier this morning. Seeing you and Willow really brightened up my day today. I was wondering if you'd still like to come by for that playdate?

Why would he think you wouldn't want to come over for that playdate anymore? You had a great time this morning meeting him, so you start thinking of things to text back while you wash the conditioner out of your hair. When you're dried off, you go looking for some comfy clothing to wear, since today you're working from home. You settle for a pair of black shorts and a simple white tank top, nothing too fancy but perfect for working outside on your balcony in this weather. You decide to let your hair loose today and wear your glasses, not being bothered to put in contact lenses. When you're settled outside with your laptop, your iced coffee, and Willow laying comfortably by your feet, you text Chris back.

Y/N: Hey, it was really nice to meet you too, I'm glad I could help to brighten your day! 🥰 And of course, we would love to come by for a playdate, I'll be off next week on Thursday. Would that work for you?

You don't have to wait long for your answer.

Chris: Thursday works for me too. Can't wait to see both of you again then.

Y/N: Same! Do you want me to bring something?

Chris: No, just yourself and Willow is plenty. 😉

You laugh at his response and put your phone away for now, you still need to get some work done after all. By the time 6 PM rolls around you've finished your work, and you start getting pretty hungry at this point. ''Are you hungry, too, Willow?'' you ask and she gets up to follow you to the kitchen, ready for her dinner too. Since you went on a long run today, you give her a little more food than usual, but she's happy to eat all of it without a problem. You warm up yesterday's leftovers from when you had your best friend over for Chinese food and wine. You sit down in your comfy chair again and put on a reality tv-show on your laptop to watch during dinner, and you watch 2 episodes before getting up to clean up the kitchen. When all that is done you make yourself a cup of tea and decide to text Chris, to see if he's perhaps available to video chat or something. He was, and the two of you talked for close to three hours before hanging up and going to sleep.

~ Day of the play date ~

Willow decided to sleep in a little for a change, and you didn't mind it at all. You set your alarm for 9:30 AM, you didn't have to go to Chris' until 1 PM anyway. This way you had plenty of time to get ready, walk Willow, and clean the apartment. You picked out your outfit yesterday because you were too excited and found the perfect one. It was another beautiful and sunny day, so you went for a long yellow polka dot sundress, your gladiator sandals, and your black purse to finish the look. Your hair was put in two Dutch braids and was hanging loose behind your back. All you needed now was your sunglasses and Willow, before getting the bottle of white wine you got as a thank you, despite Chris telling you that you didn't need to bring anything besides yourself and Willow. You never liked to show up empty-handed.

''Shall we go to Chris' house, Willow?'' you ask her excitedly and she jumps up, bolting to the door so you can put on her leash. ''Easy there soldier, we're not gone yet!'' you laugh and you get her leash, when she's clipped in you grab your keys, phone, purse, and the wine and you walk out the door. When you're in the parking garage you're walking towards your car and Willow is so excited she almost pulls you over. ''Willow, easy!'' you say and she listens, so you don't fall on the ground. You get to your car and open the backdoor of your trusty Jeep, it has gotten you from A to B for close to ten years now, and you still love driving it every time you get a chance. Willow jumps in the back and settles on the blankets, so you walk to the driver's side of your car and get in. You plug in your phone so you can use it for both music and navigation, guiding you to Chris' house without a problem.

After a short 20-minute drive you turn into his driveway, and Willow is excited to see you have arrived. ''We're here, baby girl,'' you say before getting out of the car and seeing Chris standing in his open front door. ''Hi Y/N, hi Willow!'' he says and Dodger comes running outside, wanting to see who's coming to visit them. Willow jumps out of the car and immediately runs to Dodger and they start playing right away. ''It's like they never left,'' you tell Chris with a chuckle and he couldn't agree more. ''Wow, you look beautiful today, Y/N!'' Chris said when you walked closer and you twirled a few times for him, letting him enjoy everything he can get his eyes on. ''Thank you, I honestly feel like the sun itself,'' you say and you laugh so hard you snort a little bit, making your cheeks turn bright red.

Chris couldn't help but enjoy every second of it, he thought you were the best thing that has happened to him in a long time, and he only met you a week ago. ''Willow, you coming girl? There's a whole backyard you can play in!'' you tell her and she comes your way, Chris leading the way to his backyard. Willow and Dodger continue their play session there, and you almost forgot to give Chris the wine you brought. ''Oh, I brought you something as a thank you, I'll just need to grab it from my car real quick,'' you say and you grab the bottle. ''Here you go, I hope you like it,'' you say with a little blush on your cheeks because you ran the short distance to your car and back. ''It's my favorite actually!'' he said, ''Mine too,'' you laughed and you can't believe how much you have in common. ''I'll just chill this for now, so we can enjoy it over dinner. Can I get you something else to drink?''

About 15 minutes later you're both enjoying the sun in his backyard, watching the dogs run after each other and tiring each other out. ''So, what do you do for work?'' Chris asked, and you start explaining how you're a criminologist, so you analyze the behavioral patterns of criminals through sociology, psychology, economy, anthropology, and statistics, amongst other things. ''Been doing that for about 7 years now, and honestly, I love my job. Every day is different and it keeps me on my toes. Luckily I can also do this job from home, so I work 3 days in the office and 2 days at home, but today I had a day off. I was originally planning to go visit my friend, but she had to cancel, which is why I was able to come by today!'' you explain, and Chris is a really great listener, asking lots of questions you wouldn't expect.

When 7 PM rolls around, both you and Chris completely forgot about the time and realized you almost forgot about dinner. ''Did you want to order in, or did you want to cook something?'' you ask, and Chris was really in the mood to cook tagliatelle bolognese. ''Sounds perfect, shall I help?'' you ask and he happily accepts. Everything went fine until Chris accidentally let the pan of pasta sauce slip out of his hands, and it went all over the kitchen, and over him as well, covering him almost from head to toe. You just came back from the bathroom when you saw what happened and couldn't help but laugh, even though you felt bad for seeing him like this. ''Oh god, Chris, what happened?!'' you ask between the laughter and start cleaning up the kitchen a little. ''It slipped out of my hands. I'm gonna take a shower to get this sauce off of me, I'll be right back,'' he says before walking up the stairs towards his bathroom.

You start cleaning the rest of the kitchen, but you didn't want to waste the pasta that was already cooked, so you were happy to find some pesto and pine nuts, turning it into a pasta pesto instead of the bolognese it was supposed to be. The pasta was currently in the fridge, and you walked into Chris' living room when you suddenly noticed his piano. You didn't see it when you walked in, but you were excited to see it, you always loved playing the piano. You sat down on the stool in front of it and started playing one of your favorite songs, Easy On Me by Adele. You softly sang along and didn't hear Chris coming back from his shower. He heard the piano and his heart skipped a beat, realizing you were playing it and he stood there listening to you playing and singing along. ''I didn't know you could play the piano,'' he said in a soft, deep voice when he walked down the stairs.

''Oh yeah, I learned to play it ever since I was little, my parents had one growing up, and I enjoyed many hours playing it. I'm sorry, I should have asked you if I could play it first. I didn't mean to overstep-'' but before you could finish your sentence, Chris sat down next to you on the stool and started playing something too. When you recognized the song you started playing along on your side, and the two of you bonded deeply at that moment, never wanting it to end. ''You can play the piano all you want,'' Chris said with a smile and got up to walk back to the kitchen, only to find it was all cleaned up. ''Did you-'' ''Yeah!'' you answered before he could finish his sentence and with quick steps he walked back to you, grabbing your face in his hands before placing a soft kiss on your lips, your hands slowly snaking their way around his waist to pull him even closer. ''Thank you for running into my life,'' he said and he kissed you again, wanting this moment to last forever and ever.

[templetogavage]

Weekly Weighing (01/01/24 to 01/06/24)

A week late, but here you go. Here are 7 posts I enjoyed from the week of 01/01/24 to 01/06/2024.

1. January 1st 20:50: https://www.tumblr.com/trans-gainerism/738365545093758976/sometimes-i-think-i-need-to-lose-some-weight-i

@trans-gainerism has written a lovely ode to feeders and encouragers. Once in a while, I think it's worth acknowledging how important encouragers can be to the process of gaining.

2. January 2nd 12:15: https://www.tumblr.com/massmaverickxl/738423683147841536/2022-2023-same-shirt-only-a-couple-of

@massmaverickxl has provided the first of a few before and afters in this bunch. I can't wait to see how this shirt fits at the end of 2024.

3. January 2nd 19:16: https://www.tumblr.com/abigfatboi-bhm/738490729677078528

@abigfatboi-bhm provides us with the second. The way this shirt fits on the right is the only way button-downs should look on fat men, in my ideal world.

4. January 3rd 20:35: https://www.tumblr.com/fleetwoodbigmacs/738545742243840000

@fleetwoodbigmacs somehow looks fatter than ever. Watching him jiggle those moobs, it's hard to imagine him ever having been as thin as he was. Well done.

5. January 4th 21:36: https://www.tumblr.com/ex-jock-enthusiast/738640194226536448/another-amazing-example-of-quarantine

For our third before and after, @ex-jock-enthusiast provides a photoset of Chris Cook, a man who I know nothing about but who will look great on my blog. I recommend checking out all of the pictures, it's an excellent record of progress.

6. January 5th 12:30: https://www.tumblr.com/growingexjocks/738696424457437184

For our final before and after this week, we have this post from @growingexjocks featuring Will Campbell. Once again, I don't really know who this guy is, but I hope to see him gain more. I might have to get into football one of these days.

7. January 6th 20:55: https://www.tumblr.com/daddyissuespdx/738818843902869504/dinner-was-great-but-whats-for-dessert

@daddyissuespdx takes 'beer belly' to a whole new level. I highly recommend following for more fun pictures of that gorgeous gut.

And that's this week's Weekly Weighing!

[quokkahans]

Knight with a Shining Crown

Tags: Feederism fic, royal AU, gradual wg (Chan-centric with implied immobility), mention of breaking furniture

Warning: DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

Ship: HyunChan (Hyunjin x Chan)

A/N: And I'm back 😈 Hope y'all enjoy a kind of holiday special from your resident author mwehehe!

request from my one and only twin: @jaethecreator 🫣🤭 hope ya like it, bestie!

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It was a normal day in Stayville Kingdom, where Hyunjin was the crown prince and next in line to the throne after his own father. But within the 4 corners of the walled dominion, there was some concern regarding security of the royal lineage after a series of strifes among two neighboring kingdoms, making the Court come up with preemptive steps to heighten Stayville’s security.

“A personal knight?”, Hyunjin muttered after receiving word from his father, a finger placed intently on his chin before the king hummed. “Yes, my child. I’m afraid this is just for defense purposes, we don’t want anyone to harm you and they should be with you at all costs.”

The prince fixed the sleeves of his top before running through the pages containing profiles of every person in the Royal Guard, but one in particular already caught his eye.

“I think I already have someone.”

“Who is it?”

“Chris..”

The blonde-haired boy, a bit shorter than Hyunjin and most especially he had a bulky build with strong arms, sharp eyes and that sculpted, stoic face.. Perfect for a boy to toy with– I mean, a personal knight.

Even Hyunjin’s father took an esteemed eye for the knight, since he proved to be a leading man in promoting peace and order, just what he needed. “I’ll let him know then, son. But that was quick..”, he chuckled.

The prince shook his head, “No, father. He’s just the perfect one.”

And Hyunjin didn’t lie about that. But deep inside, there was this urge to spoil Chris.. maybe give him so much food as a treat of honor, a feast fit for a trusting guard.

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As soon as Chan got wind of the news, he couldn’t believe it. “Me?”, he pointed a finger at himself before chuckling. “Wow.. it’s an honor. I’d gladly accept it, your majesty.”

The king smiled and nodded his head, “The prince would also like to see you in his quarters. He’s.. been waiting for you.”, he said before Chan expressed his gratitude and headed off, his heart thumping suddenly as he felt giddy.

As soon as the door opened, a full spread of food was there before him and a beaming Hyunjin who finally got to see his prized knight. “Oh, Chris! So glad you made it! Come sit!”, the prince would be all smiles and made the guard flustered at the lack of time to process the scene, but at the mention of food, he automatically knew what he was here for: a celebration.

“Oh- uh- Your majesty! You didn't have to do this, really.. I-”, Chan said, a bit overwhelmed by how the prince could even afford such a thing but a shush from Hyunjin already made him fall into silence.

The young man walked up to him and smiled, giving him a golden plate and shiny utensils before smiling sweetly. “I insist, my knight. After all, never in all the years I'm here would I get an opportunity like this..”, he mumbled. “So you better savor it.”, Hyunjin ended as he emphasized every word while placing food on Chan's plate.

Those words would leave Chan speechless, shocked to see another side of the otherwise lovely prince but a discreet blush was all it took and Chan would see himself eating the food off of his plate.

But that one plate turned into many more as Hyunjin broke his knight little by little, just encouraging Chan and teasing that he must be “eating well like a king” before starting his duties.

That made way for a stuffed Chan nursing his tummy and Hyunjin trying to restrain himself from doing anything that would stray his way, but the scene just lighted something inside him the he never knew..

After a while, Chan went back to the shared quarters of the guards and Hyunjin would see him again but the next thing on the agenda was his personal self-defense classes.

But why? Of course, Hyunjin knew how to defend himself but where was Chan in the picture?

In Hyunjin's eyes, he would be useful. Of course, he'd use the knight’s help as the job would settle on the older's shoulders but that's about it.

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In reality, this wouldn't be the first time since a long time that the two would cross paths. The knight and the prince were mandated to stick by each other and that meant more time for Hyunjin to know the cute knight by his side.

“So your family knew my dad? Huh, what a small world..”, Hyunjin said to which Chan nodded with a shy smile. “My dad worked for yours as a secretary, while my mom worked as one of the special seamstresses.. They had these jobs since they helped our kingdom in the past during the war.”

Those ancedotes made it more clear that the hard work ethic ran in the blood and Chan didn't let any bit go to waste, such a characteristic resembling the kingdom.

Hyunjin smiled and couldn't help but think on how much it meant not only for his dad but for him. “Well, I'd like to thank both of them for their hard work, and even you.”, he said sweetly and held his hand, making Chan blush as he was fed some special desserts as requested.

【 ♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘) 】

As time passed by, they would spend their time together walking outside the castle or just accompany the prince in everyday things like buying from the market or on his self-defense classes.

But then, with more time getting close meant more time Hyunjin spoiling Chan with food that he could afford or already stored on the castle as the prince ordered another feast.

Time passed and Chan put on a significant amount of weight, mostly on his belly and thighs that made sure to leave a mark on his suit and even made it a bit hard to wear his armor. The continuous spoiling he received made it hard for Chan to keep up with training.

“Looks like someone's been spoiled rotten by the prince.”, Changbin smirked and patted his friend's belly to which Chan nudged him away.

“Oh, shut up! At least he treats me well..”, he blushed. “Ooh, someone's eyes are keen on a royal?”

“SHHHH!”

【 ♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘) 】

It would be proven true after one day, when Hyunjin and Chan were guiding each other to wield a sword as the prince wanted to be prepared in case he'd go for a strife.

As their hands interlocked along the base of the sword, Chan looked at Hyunjin with a blush on his cheeks before looking down and continuing with their practice. Once it ended, he decided to confess. “I’d.. like to court you, your majesty.”, he smiled.

“Wait.. really? You know I've been waiting for this moment”, the prince blushed, hovering closer to Chan and connected their lips together. And the rest.. was history.

But of course, the story doesn't end there.

【 ♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘) 】

A couple of years pass, and along with the king and queen’s blessing, Hyunjin and Chan seem to be over the moon and in love. One thing that has changed, however, was how the prince treated his lover of a knight and led to more weight being gained by Chan.

From having a small tummy, it grew immensely and blew up, making it harder for the knight to keep on restructuring his suit and all. But most of all, his body was inflated with fat and made it hard to walk without waddling his fat ass (which was a point for Hyunjin to tease his boyfriend about).

Not to mention his toned chest melting into squishy, sizeable pecs that resembled the shape of breasts now due to how much it sagged and how fatty they were.

But little did Chan know, he already knew how to defend himself.. Hyunjin just happened to have a crush on the knight and wanted to play with him, mission accomplished.

Then, as soon as they were comfortable and Chan took in all the relationship weight, Hyunjin proposed to Chan and he agreed, not too long after the chair he sat broke under his weight and jumped each other's bones afterward.

“So fucking hot..”, Hyunjin muttered, caressing Chan’s chubby cheek.

After some time in engagement, it wasn't long after the wedding ceremony happened and both said their “I do’s” in front of many people, making Chan a prince as well due to royal rules.

Once they got to their chamber, Chan pulled him closer and saw how hard Hyunjin tried to wrap his arms around him but with no use, he was too big and his fat ended up getting squished with the prince’s slender hands as they kissed.

“I love you, my prince”, Chan smiled and caressed his hair.

“I love you, my knight in shining armor.”

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Chris Bradford Backstory-Top Dog

It’s a bummer we never got Chris’ backstory. We saw Xever’s and a lot of the other Foot’s but sadly nothing on him. I always wondered who he used to be before becoming the famous Martial Arts star to loyal ninja warrior mutant for the Foot and Shredder. What if he wasn’t always the Top Dog?

What if the episode about Chris wanting his humanity back was expanded, along with Xever and when presented with a chance to become human again like getting a certain ingredient or formula where only one can use it to turn back to human, they fight over who should get the chance.

Xever-It’s all your fault we’re freaks to begin with! You’re the reason I’m stuck in all this! Chris-I’m sorry, was I the one who made you steal from Master Shredder and got you thrown into prison to be bailed out into working for the Foot!? Cause I’m pretty sure you stuck yourself in that corner! Not me!

Xever-My life was already hard as it was but you practically go out of your way to make it worse and enjoy doing so! For crying out loud I lost my own legs!

Chris-Hey you got new ones! And they can crush stuff way better and you love crushing things! Usually other people’s legs! Xever-Ugh, I don’t even know why I’m trying to get you to understand my situation, you’d never understand what having it hard is like at all!

Chris-Excuse me?

Xever-Oh don’t act dumb, you don’t need to for that! People like you have had everything handed to them their whole lives! You didn’t have to work to get where you are, from being some pretty rich boy to some rich martial arts movie star and now to Shredder’s lap dog! You’ve made it very clear that all you’ll ever see me as is just some lowly bottom-feeder so can’t you at least let me be human-

Chris-SHUT UP! YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!

Xever stunned by his reaction.

Chris-You seriously think that I just didn’t have to earn my place into the Foot, to once have earned HIS respect!? You think just a bunch of money and fame got me into here!? In fact it’s the other way around. It’s because of the Foot, I ever became somebody that mattered…flashback

Way back, I grew up as a foster kid, going from new home to home but always end up being returned back. I felt like some weak little runt in the pound, a total underdog. The kind where all the bigger kids would pick on, the kind where teachers thought I was too stupid to be taught anything and as I got older it got worse. Pretty soon, nobody wanted me. The only thing that brought me some comfort where all those cool Martial Art films and shows. The heroes looked so cool fighting all those bad guys and getting through any kind of obstacle and everyone else thought so too. I wanted to be just like that! To be the seen the way everyone else saw them, to be respected, to be adored…to be loved. And I thought it would only ever be just some silly dream until…I met him. Xever-Shredder?

Chris- At that time, he was looking for new potential recruits and I got lucky enough for him to check for fosters like me who were starting to get too old for most to consider fostering. He was the first person who ever looked at me and not just pass by me like everyone else would, like he saw something in me that no one, including me could see at the time, I felt…hopeful. So when he asked if I was open to become one of his new students, I took the offer and never looked back. I did everything I could to show Shredder he wouldn’t regret giving me a shot! I endured everything he put me through, sometimes I wonder how I even survived but I did! And I used what he taught me to finally show the rest of the world what Chris Bradford could do and become the same kind of hero I watched on tv, some other little kid like me could look up to! I was finally the top dog!

Xever-Wow. Guess you really did earn your place at the top.

Chris-I did, but now? I’m a giant hideous mutant dog man, I’m constantly beaten by teenage turtle mutants and worst of all Shredder’s pretty much lost all care for me and it’s only a matter of time Karai kicks me to the curb to be just a nobody again! And to top it all off, I’m forced to work with some guy, 10 years younger than me who got where I had to go through so much more to be, by attempting to steal from my Master! Being Chris Bradford’s all I really have left at this point and I know that windows closing soon enough, in show business! YOU know how to survive on your own without needing conditional love. I don’t!…I can’t💔

Xever-…

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

[gcu-sovereign]

EDH gameplay content, summarized:

Commander at Home: 2 guests try to make Olivia laugh as hard as possible while Brian 'Kyle 'Chris Hemsworth' Hill' Kibler tramples them all to death with GX stompy. Even if the table threat-assesses properly.

The Spike Feeders: a slowly rotating cast of skilled but confused Midwesterners* play tightly with the spookiest edits around shuffling ever filmed.

Commander Clash: An even smaller rotating and international cast, who miraculously recreates a normal metagame (of the kind you find in store) in miniature with desperate Timmy holdouts (Tomer and Kaldra), interactive Spike (deep-seated control mage Crim), and value explorer Johnny (Phil)

Command Zone's Game Knights: Marrying the visual and sound editting production values of a 40k in 40 minutes or Tabletop tactics battle report to the realtime cutaway edits of Reality TV, perfectly well done but SWEET FUCKING CHRISTMAS will it drag on for you if you're a seasoned player.

TCC's Shuffle up and Play: Mr Clout (laudatory) brings people from far and wide to play formats in addition to edh, actually has a judge around to make sure that nobody does something catastrophically narrative ruining!

*Stopping at fifty states was a mistake

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: WE'RE PUSHING DAISIES!

CHALLENGE 9: - SALINAS, ECUADOR

______________________________________________ Everyone is in the lobby of the hotel. Chris is seen arguing with the receptionist, Chef by his side.

“What do you mean the ballroom is in use?! I reserved it months ago! Oh, boo hoo it's someone's wedding, kick them out! I have a TV show to run!”

"Let them be happy, Chris." "They can be happy SOMEWHERE ELSE."

"You're only saying that because you're never happy."

“Look. I have a very strict schedule. I don't have time to wait around and-”

As Chris is arguing, suddenly a staff member from the hotel comes running up to everyone.

“Oh Thank God the new people are here. Come with me. I know today was your training day but we don't have time.”

Everyone is shuffled out as Chris argues away!

Everyone...you aren't with Chris and Chef up front anymore, the hotel staff member rushes you all to another part of the hotel… The receptionist calls for a manager, and Chris turns around to speak with Chef. "God! People! The worse!" ... "Chef, where is everyone?"

Chef looks around. The kids are missing.

"Um. They're somewhere."

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The staff member leads everyone onto what looks like a dining hall. The view of the ocean here is honestly breathtaking, but you also notice….all the old people lounging around. They look bored.

“Ok. So we get a lot of elderly tourists coming here to retire, and we usually have staff check on them. But everyone quit. I know we promised you all training first, but we don't have time. Just…serve them food and talk to them. Please?” “Ok. I will warn you, some of them…they might think you're someone else. Just roll with it, can't have the guest all upset now, here. I'll put you in groups.” Wayne/RajJo/RipperLightning/ Trent/ ScottSugar/ BrickHarold / MKAlejandro/ Amy/ Sammy

______________________________________________ Wayne and Raj - Bitter Rivals "Oh, I'm so happy you two are talking again, I know it's hard after the incident at Drayne's wedding...." "Not to open old wounds, but it was quite a scene! Drayne, how's the wife? Hopefully she got over that comment Ryan said.....oh, talk about having too much to drink! Hoo hoo, you should've known better and not talk about the dress!" "You know how women are with jewelry. But I'm happy to see you two get along. Oh, I remember how you two would fight over everything, you two ran your parents rugged! Hoo hoo! Nice to see you two finally made up." "You were right to tell that hussy that her dress made her look like a hippo. She deserved it." Wayne and Raj are faced with an elderly man who believes they are his great grandsons, who constantly fight with each other. He recalls a particularly gnarly incident at "Drayne's" wedding. Wayne and Raj leave the situation uncomfortable, upset with the fact they had to pretend they'd ever fight with each other. Jo and Ripper - Gossip Grandma/Werther's Feeder

"Oh hello...want a Werther dearie?" "Oh River, I thought I told you not to hang around people like that...people who have trouble with the law. Heaven knows you're familiar with it too...with the inheritance and everything. Have a Werther, dear." "It's just...so hard looking after my Grandson. He's had it rough with his parents and all that. Oh, I would turn to crime if I was left all alone. Here, do you want a another Werther?" "My advice for you two. Don't worry about being left alone, only The Lord Above can judge you. You'll find people in your life that will accept you, and what you did in your past."

Jo and Ripper speak to an elderly woman who won't stop feeding them Werther's Original candies. (Mostly taken by Ripper.) She also seems to know a few secrets about the two...

Lightning, Trent, and Scott - Old Friend/Love Advice

"Oh, oh! Is that you, Randolph? Oh, I haven't seen you in years. Getting pretty frail, aren'tcha? Those old bones don't feel like they used to, huh?"

"Tristin, it's good you came to see your old grandpappy! Who's the girl? Do you need me to give you some advice? I've had many experiences with women in my lifetime." "Oh, RANDOLPH! You're looking frailer by the day…Are you alright? I feel like I should be taking care of you," The old man chuckles. "Maybe you should hit the gym!" "Now, Tristin, don't you have something to tell Scarlett here? You like her, right? Tell her. Tell her that. Be open and upfront."

The old man Lightning, Trent, and Scott are assigned immediately targets Lightning's fear of becoming weak, thinking he is an old friend. Trent is misidentified as his grandson, and he believes Scott is a girl he's brought along. He urges Trent to tell Scott that he loves him, thinking he may want to be more than friends. Trent proposes to Scott on the spot, and Scott says yes. Sugar and Brick - Newly Weds "Oh, how I missed your face, Bryan! You and your wife are just so cute together. I remember your wedding like it was yesterday! How's the baby doing?"

"Isn't being a mother wonderful? How has that been treating you?" "I'm sure fatherhood has been a joy for you, Bryan. Please come visit more often! Oh, Lakynn, what a beautiful baby." "It's okay, Bryan. I'm here for you." Sugar and Brick are mistaken for a married couple with a baby. Brick desperately attempts to keep the peace, but Sugar begins to pull out her acting skills, accusing Brick of a slew of things before claiming she wants a divorce. Brick decides to play along. Harold and MK - Grandson & Grandaughter/Complainy Boomer

"Oh, it's you! My lovely grandson and granddaughter. You know, back in MY day we didn't wear silly clothes like that. Are you both out of your minds?" "What a shame. How many cellphones does one girl need? I can see them weighing down your pockets, you know! We got by just fine without them. Cell phones are making your brains rot! No, 5G is making your brains rot! Speaking of your brains rotting, this reminds me of the stupid fight you two had as kids. You remember the one, right?" "Brand deals? Helping pay for treatment? Hm, maybe I misjudged you both. As long as you're making money, I don't care what you do! I need my medicines!" "Goodbye, Harry. I'll see you in Hell." Harold and MK speak with an old boomer who believes they are both his grandkids. MK leads him to believe that Harold is sick and dying. Alejandro, Amy, and Sammy - Awkward Couple

"Oh, my darling Granddaughter. Come here, come sit down! Oh. And your sister. Yes. Sit down! ...I see you brought your boyfriend."

"Dear, didn't we have this talk already? I don't mean to be a bore, but I thought you were…moving on from that boy. He should've stayed with that wretched ex of his...instead of dragging my sweet perfect granddaughter down."

"Not Now, Sammy Dearie. Amy and I are talking. Oh my, my poor sweet granddaughter, blinded by young love. Can't say I haven't experienced it before. It's just...you could do so much better Amy. You are my Granddaughter. You could have any boy or girl you wanted…why him?"

"Do you think all your flowery words will impress me? You may have brainwashed my granddaughter, but not me. You can judge a man's words or his actions. And I know for you. Those are two different things. But if this is how my sweet angel wants to experience heartbreak, then who am I for stopping her? What a shame. Really. It's so nice to see you two try to be nice to Samey-Sammy. I know she can be…difficult to get along with. Thank for at least doing that."

The old woman Alejandro, Amy, and Sammy are faced with thinks that Amy and Sammy are her granddaughters. She also believes that Amy and Alejandro are a couple. She's very upset about this fact. Throughout the interaction, Sammy is blatantly ignored and brushed off.

TIEBREAKER! The contestants were asked to privately vote for which contestant they believed could lead their team to victory! Alejandro VS Trent!

"Al! Make yourself useful and get me some salt. This soup tastes like a possum's ass."

"Whatever...kids these days. No respect for elders. No respect for nothing! I mean, look at you. A grown man with long hair. Who do you think you are, a rock star? Heh, yet you end up here. Serving me. Hmph."

"Excuse me?! I've never met an Alejandro who-whatsit. Nor do I care. You need to get an attitude fix. I ain't scared of nobody! You. Stop standing around and get me some pepper. This man clearly has no idea how to serve people. Maybe you'll do better. Hurry! My soup is getting cold…."

"You and your stupid haircut. Do you think any girl would talk to you looking like that?! Men these days…soft and weak…pathetic! Just standing around, waiting to be told what to do. You know back in my day; men went to war! They did something with themselves!"

Alejandro chooses to argue with the old man he's faced with, while Trent follows his orders and hands him the pepper he asked for.

It's a victory for the TERRIBLE TAPIRS! ______________________________________________

ELIMINATION: Sammy was voted out and received the cocktail of shame! ...Or was she? It's clear to her that Amy and Alejandro are part of the reason she was voted off. "This isn't how I wanted today to go. I'm really, really sorry." "You expect me to believe that? You're dead to me. Both of you. Do you hear me? Dead! You guys want to disappear so badly? Fine. I'll make you disappear. I'll make sure no one wants to talk to you or think about you again, after all is said and done. Mark my words, I will make you two pay!" Suddenly, everyone can here rapid footsteps approaching. "WAIT," someone shouts! ... IT'S SUGAR! "CHRISTOPHER. McLEAN! I. QUIT! This pageant AIN’T my callin’… ACTING is! LARS von TRIER WAS AT THAT HOTEL… HE SAW MY PERFORMANCE! And it blew his tits CLEAN OFF! SUGAR IS GONNA BE A STAR! So take me Chris… Take me instead of whateva POOR SOUL got eliminated tonight! Because I won’t be makin MILLIONS at the box office… I’ll be MAKING TRILLIONS!" ... It was Sugar who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame. ______________________________________________ "Oh Yeah. Forgot about the boat. Just a reminder, the boat is off limits for maintenance, everyone will have an assigned hotel room until next week. Got it? Good!"

Chris drops a piece of paper at the counter. He makes his to the elevator and leaves….

The paper says:

801 Ripper/Courtney 802 Alejandro/Brick 803 Amy/Wayne 804 Raj/Sammy 805 Trent/Scott 806 Harold/Lightning 807 MK/Jo

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>Alejandro corners Brick. He has to ensure the Tapirs lose and vote for Courtney or he's sending Jo home. >Alejandro and Ripper talk on the beach together. Alejandro discusses his plan to disappear with Amy. Ripper enables this decision. >The Sea Tails (Alejandro, Ripper, Wayne, and Raj) have a sleepover in the lobby. There were pillow fights, nail painting, and a very uncomfortable Alejandro. >Raj gets fed up with the amount of people lying to him constantly. >Alejandro revisits the old woman who spoke down to him during the challenge. "Young Man, you do know that I am merely an actor. All of us, well- most of us were. Did you really think your host lost you?" "I hope you rot in Hell!" > The Seatails band together and attempt to get Courtney eliminated. Well, mostly Ripper and Alejandro. > Scott and Trent get a divorce. #divorce > The hockey bros and Ripper go on a fishing trip! Raj is scared of birds, so when a seagull shows up, Wayne and Ripper fight it off. Ripper specifically took to waving his fishing pole around. > Sammy walks into the ship's club, only to find a crossfaded Alejandro and Amy. Sitting through their conversations is genuinely Hell on Earth. Alejandro explains that he wants to be friends with both of them, but that it isn't possible. Alejandro and Amy receive punishments for having access to the confessionals! > Alejandro has to go on a date with Trent! A successful one. Needless to say, he was not able to achieve that goal. Trent is very aware Alejandro doesn't love him back. > Amy is handcuffed to Ripper, which isn't the best outcome given Chris persuaded him to help out with gelato. They're calling each other "bathroom buddies" now.

A Tapir leaving the game despite their win...Things are getting crazy! Love and hate blossom on this boat, and our garden grows each and every day! How much longer will Alejandro and Amy last? How are Trent and Scott going to survive such a terrible divorce? (#divorce.) And will people PLEASE stop lying to Raj!? Find out next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! CRUUUIISE CONTROL!

[quiet-admirer]

This happens outside of the timespan of my 70s/80s punk feedist story, but the feeder OC, Ira, has a gainer ex he's still friends with who's gained to >500-600lbs, and I keep thinking about Ira, Diego, and the ex-boyfriend, Chris, meeting up and either Ira and Chris spoiling Diego and showering him with attention and feeding him up over a long weekend, or Chris and Diego using their size to gang up on Ira and take turns squashing and edging and otherwise throwing their weight around to get him more worked up than he's ever been 😇

I just love the feeder × big feedee × huge feedee dynamic a lot 🥴 So... maybe I'll have to write that as a oneshot spin-off someday...

(I also like the idea of Diego reaching out to Chris further along into his gains and getting advice and resources and solidarity from a bigger gainer who's already tread that path 😊)