#fiction babes!

[monomorphilogical]

Knee deep in the country

fallen from grace in between four walls and a ceiling doom

when I was younger I'd die alone over and over again in my room

they'd find me laying there besides a hole in the wall

my guts and glory spilled all over the floor like a vulture free for all

and time dragged on with my hands busy bleeding it out of me

if anybody could love me — I'll get it out of me

watching my skin part red sea holy and weave back together thicker

tell me all the time love tastes sweet but it only made me sicker

watching strange faces talking about how it's not hard to want me

they can never get ahold of me — but he’s getting me

'85 and riding up soaked to the bone with the light of the sun

saying he's all bravado when he's holding onto the barrel of a gun

but he's still broad-shouldered when he walks through my front door

and I’m too close to tell which one of us needs it more

dying over and over again when I'm drinking down the life of him

made to beg like a fallen angel soaked in a river of sin

when we're getting lost in a glass house with only a stone to throw

wondering if he gets scared 'cause he knows I can take the blow

I'm not afraid of death because death's all over me

all that time spent swinging by my neck from a lover knotted rosary

sunday mornings taught me everything that's holy tastes sweet

only sixteen and already starved out — forgetting how to eat

praying if it feels this good how could it be wrong?

but I still held myself by the neck in the bathroom all night long

pacing the porch like a rabid animal gone hungry —

they say it's all the same when you're knee deep in the country

when we were mouth to mouth like tonguing a fractured windshield

and I found out what blood tastes like when it's congealed

it all fell down inside of me and it didn't feel real — some fever dream

my baby comes up to me like the movies he sees on his tv screen

while I'm watching him like a drive in theater going up in flames

blinded by a silver gleam in the last couple of frames

and my mouth felt like it could take the heat so I just slept it off

close-mouthed saying you know I care but how much is enough?

we're walking the line between heaven on earth and the fires of hell

and there comes a time where you can't be saved by the bell

burning up on the side of the road like the aftermath of a car chase

sparking metal to blacktop while trying hard not to leave a trace

and he'll say he just needs to come home before he's fucking gone

it happens to everyone — he won't hold it down for long

says I look like an angel and I told him the ground sank where I fell

like the devil himself tried to pull my bruised body down to hell

can you see I walk around with wings cold-tipped and blue?

— but I know my baby's no angel too

and not a soul in heaven knows where he's going anymore

only looks around the room for a moment before he's out the door

and I'll always follow him out 'cause I don't want to be left alone

anything could be the death of me so I'll just go and do it on my own

sick of hot pacing the parking lot beneath the light

there's nowhere to hide when the world's soaked in black and white

so I told him that — all choked through with nicotine

but my voice was drowned out by a fallen angel crying gasoline

and I know he just needs to feel like someone wants him the way I do

laughs in my face when I tell him I promise you they do

now I'm wasting away waiting for the street light to beat me out

but we both know there's barely anything left that could keep me out

— go and take another drive down a farm field road

dragging along with a heart of steel just to watch it rust and corrode

standing in front of him in the way I tried my hardest not to do

I'm all wide eyed and fucking soaked through

running on empty as soon as all my transgressions are undressed

misfiring on all cylinders and goddamn hard-pressed

his eyes reflect a metal gleam like he's looking at another machine

here the whole world smells like skinned knees and gasoline

already passed heaven and hell's billboard at the point of no return

and I'm not the type to crash and burn

but he knows the only time I'll open up is when I'm taken apart

tells me gasoline residue is enough for the fire to start

and like a stubborn knucklehead I keep bleeding all over the floor

— he doesn't know what to do with me anymore

takes another smoke and keeps his hands away from the side of me

'cause I'm always trying to let it be — I can never let it be

looked the other way and I still found him there in the reflection

now the rust burning my face is spreading like an infection

drive in theater memories of riding fast through a godless place

I'm all shades of red and I can't feel my face

don't tell me it's all the same when you're knee deep in the country

'cause I won't stop him if he ever tries to kill me — kiss me

that's just the way things are when you're all guts and no glory

it's drywalling the death of me — all the things I tried so hard to bury

at the end of the day you'll have to be what you have become

there's nothing left to do but watch the hungry teeth succumb

a cupid nightmare — but it sounds so sweet when fallen angels pray

and I think he likes his girls that way

says he needs me to look up at him when I've gone all red hot

but he still comes to me sweet when I'm lingering in the parking lot

God knows I wouldn't be here if I was a little stronger

and I'd cut off my wings if it meant I could stay here a little longer

'cause the world smells like gasoline and I'm fucking soaked through

all over him and saying let me pray on my knees to you

I need you to take me apart until I'm flayed open and on display

your fingers in between the parts of me that corroded away

all up in my guts the same way I've seen you do to that machine

want him to do it to me like I'm his garage queen

metal to blacktop when his hands wrap around my gasoline thighs

and I'm not scared of the fire 'cause I've got a fire burning in my eyes

we're both knee deep in the country but he does it so perfectly

and I'll burn eternally

[stemmmm]

doodles i did for theseus' guide when chapter 2 was first written a month ago :3

id like to take the blame for ford being hit with the cowboy beam but it's just a more refined version of stumps original design ideas. all of the details on the outfit have a purpose! except the quartz necklace. that ones just for fun

[hungry-and-hornyyyyy]

Im going through a bit of a denial phase it seems, but when i stuff my fat face and think about being even bigger than this i cant pretend it doesn't make me so fucking wet. I really really need this, i know deep down im destined to be enormous, theres no denying it any longer, I'm a horny fat growing fuck pig who would submit herself to a gluttonous life of constant stuffing, constant huger, and the desire for constant pleasure that can only be satisfied with a huge fat growing body as proof of my hedonism

[jonahmagnus]

In world where there are two types of tower-dwellers, a Princess is locked in a tower.

There are two types of tower-people: A Princess, put there to remain pure until marriage or until rescued, and a Wizard, put there by choice to study and learn in isolation. Princesses are defined by their beautiful long hair, and Wizards are defined by their beards and impressive 'stache.

There is a Princess, and she lives in a tower. She was put there recently by her mother and father, to keep her pure and untouched until they can secure the marriage to another kingdom and a prince shes doesn't love. She has long, almost brown sandy-blonde hair, pale green eyes and a slim, tender build. She is not the fairest in the land, but she is tall and pretty. If compared to a rose, she would be the humble yet graceful willow tree, slender and long. She has wanted to be a wizard since a young age, but there is no way for a princess to become a wizard. Princesses are delicate girls to be protected and sold off until their either dead or Queens or have found True Love, unsuited to the life of experimentation and study of a wizard. That is what her mother tells her, in a quiet scolding that is far more forceful and cruel then it has any right to be. And the princess, terrified, believes her.

She used to run the castle halls, stick in hand, robe fashioned out of a delicate silk bedsheet, shouting fake spells at birds while her servants chased her. But as she grew older, her restraints became tighter, and more and more often, she was confined in her room to embroider in solitude with barely the comfort of a window or a maid. The life she is forced into makes her hang her head low, makes her hands be paper-soft, and demands her hair be long and beautiful and perfect like all other princesses. The world she longed to be a part of was a world of study and experimentation, and as the kingdoms princess and tool, she could not even dare to hint at her desires into adulthood. She could become a witch, she knew, flee the castle barefoot and sink into the loving embrace of the swamp. But witches don’t live in towers, and they make potions instead of spells, and they don’t grow the flowing whimsical beards that wizards do.

But that does not mean she has to be bored in her tower. Fascinated by magic as she always has been, she arranges with a long string of bribes for books on spells and forbidden potions to be smuggled along with her meals. She studies them while the clock ticks down for either a prince to arrive or her marriage to be finalized. Either one will doom her, and she wants to enjoy herself as much as possible until her marriage. She pours over the books long into the night by candlelight, and all day, she rests her pale, tired eyes. She experiments, and she reads, and she studies non-stop, barely stopping for meals and littering her books with an assortment of food stains. She cuts off her hair to use in bubbling gold potions, her skin becomes scarred with a rainbow of the consequences of failed experiments, and her dresses turn into makeshift cheesecloths and fire-fuel. She washes late into the night after she is done with her work for the day in the darkness, not glancing into the mirror that has become cracked and dusty. When her eyesight starts to fail from strain and working in darkness, she fashions for herself bottle-round glasses, blown by herself in the depths of her tower. Engrossed as she is in her studies, she does not notice the tower warp, and the meals stop rotting, and how she started out in one circular room but now has a loft and a second floor and the fact that the tower seems much much taller then it was originally.

What she DOES notice though, is when brushing crumbs from her face she feels facial hair on her upper lip.

She rushes to the bathroom and thrusts a candle into the holder as she looks at herself. In the dusty mirror, she sees the beginnings of a bushy mustache sit on her upper lip, much further along in growth then be logically possible without her noticing. It’s a pale blonde, like her hair, and she notices faintly that there are streaks of grey in it, a very familiar shade of classic wizard grey. She brings a trembling hand to her upper lip.

Much, much later, a prince rides up to the tower. It is tall, and warped, and very clearly belonging to a wizard, despite the royal family claiming their daughter lives here.

He shouts up, a bit nervous because of the thorny vines wrapping the beautiful stonework.

“Hey! Does a Princess live here?”

A young man with large bottle glasses and a rather impressive mustache leans out of the tower, his short, sandy-blonde hair spilling lightly in the wind. He starts to say something, then glances back into his house. A smile breaks out on his face as he seems to realize something.

“No!” He shouts back, after a moments hesitation. “But a wizard does!”

[pressplay-if]

Oh btw I don't wanna give away too much of Stevie's romance, especially since I'm currently only entertaining one big route for her, but that one is so extremely messy that I'm seriously considering making it optional and providing readers with a more straightforward, wholesome route.

But I do love the messy option so much, I think it'll be a great time. Maybe I'll make it the only way after all.

Anyhow, y'all Stevie-romancers should listen to Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan if you want to get an impression of that angsty romance route (and you haven't already bc it's a banger song and I loved the video so much).

Good Luck, Babe! is to MC/Stevie what What Kind Of Man is to the Zima-romancers.

[xanderscollection]

"Growing up is realising a (random ship) you loved is actually weird and bad"

Yeah? Is it? Great, I love it even more. The worse it is the Better.

[wanderingcritter]

proshippers: "anti's are so mean to us, it's causing us to have mental health issues, we're people with feelings too yk :("

damn that's so crazy, it's almost as if the things you say online can and often do have real world impacts and don't just exist in the vacuum of "fiction"

what a truly wild concept

[violetbeauregut]

Violet's Big Misunderstanding

It's been a while but I was inspired to write another feedee fantasy ❤️❤️❤️

Violet was browsing the ice cream section at the grocery store with her feeder at her back, absentmindedly rubbing her belly, when she heard the question. 

“When are you due?” The middle aged woman asked, her cart skidding to a halt. She gestured to Violet’s big, swollen belly and gave her a hopeful smile. Violet could see the barest hint of uncertainty in that smile. This woman knew it was impolite to make such an assumption, but was making the gamble because Violet’s feeder was worshiping her gut in a way that was almost always reserved for pregnancy. 

She felt her feeder press closer to her. He used the hands on her belly to gently steer her to face the woman. He ran a hand along the curve of her belly and said, “She looks ready to pop, doesn’t she?”

The woman chuckled goodnaturedly. “Any day now, then?”

Violet could almost feel his mischievous grin. He patted the side of her belly lovingly. “I swear she’s getting bigger by the hour.” 

“Well that’s perfectly natural, dear,” the woman said to Violet, reassuringly. “I was as big as a house by the time I had my first.”

Violet blushed deeply. Because her feeder had so readily played along, she was too ashamed to admit that she was actually just obese and not on the verge of giving birth. It was moments like these where she wondered if she had let things go too far–if she had let her gluttony and lust take her past the point of no return. It certainly felt that way, as her embarrassment at being so fat she was mistaken for pregnant warred with her arousal. 

Her feeder peered down at her, assessing her red cheeks and quickened breath. He moved around to her side and put a hand over her shoulders before making a show of squeezing her against him and rubbing her thick upper arm. “Aww, honey. There’s no need to get embarrassed; you are eating for two.”

The older lady nodded enthusiastically, saying, “He’s right. You’re pregnant, sweetheart, not fat. You just focus on growing that baby and you can always lose the weight later.” She turned her attention to Violet’s feeder. “Now you get that beautiful girl home and get her whatever she wants to eat. Make sure she stays off her feet too. Carrying around that belly is hard work.” 

Once the woman had given her fill of advice and walked away, Violet turned to him. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

He laughed again, reaching down and giving her gut a quick slap. “With how good you’ve been lately, piggy, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.” 

She blushed again, looking down at her distended belly. It was hanging heavily between her hips– a testament to how much fatter she had gotten recently. “I feel bad about lying to that woman though.” 

He pinched her chin and tipped her face back up to look at him. “Nothing we said was a lie. You are eating for two– for you and me. She made the assumption. And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that. I know how wet you must be right now.” When she didn’t respond, he continued, “In fact, I know you enjoyed it so much that we are going to keep going. Okay, piggy?”

She nodded. She couldn’t help herself. If he gave her a choice, she would always surrender to him like the obedient sow she was. 

–

Violet waddled around the store holding an open bag of mini powdered donuts. The white sugar dusted her lips, fingers, and shirt (which had gotten so tight that it was riding up, exposing a strip of belly). The shopping cart was always in reach and trailing beside her. In addition to the fattening foods that were a regular part of their grocery runs, open wrappers and containers were littered inside. She had already eaten what would be a week’s worth of snacks for most people. 

It was frowned upon to eat in the store and then pay for the items during check out, but anytime an employee looked at her disapprovingly, her feeder would shrug dramatically and say, “cravings,” in an apologetic tone. She was left to gorge in peace after that. 

Violet was getting increasingly out of breath. Not only was she stuffed so full that her stomach was compressing her lungs, her walk through the aisles was more exercise than she was now used to. Not to mention that her heart rate would pick up everytime her feeder would make loud, teasing comments down the busiest aisles like, “pick up two, baby, I know that you’re going to gobble one up on the car ride home,” “let’s get the one with less sugar, the doctor said a forty pound gain was average, but you’re getting close to seventy,” and “careful, I know you feel like you have free reign to eat as much as you want right now, but remember that the weight has to come off eventually.” 

“I need to sit soon,” she panted. 

“Poor baby, I know that big belly is getting hard for you to carry,” he said. “Let me help you.”

He stepped behind her and let his hands trail over her wide hips until they snaked underneath her gut. He lifted her belly up with a quiet grunt that made Violet smile. 

Before she could even let him know what a relief it was to have him take some of the heft off of her lower back, a young woman popped up in front of her, excitedly holding her own swollen belly. Her’s, Violet could tell, really was a baby bump–and Violet could also tell by the way that only her belly was round while everything else looked tight and toned, that this woman was naturally thin and fit. She looked down at her stuffed, barely clothed pork belly that was covered in crumbs and sugar. She was immediately flooded with embarrassment. 

“Oh my gosh, we’re like twins!” The woman exclaimed. “I'm thirty-four weeks, but you look so much bigger than me! How far along are you?” 

“Any day now,” Violet mumbled, unwilling to lie so blatantly. 

“Oh how exciting! I’m sure you are both so ready. I know I can’t wait for my due date. I’m so sick of being this big and waddling around everywhere.” 

Her feeder laughed softly. “I bet! I’m sure you aren’t used to having to carry all that extra weight in your belly. You’re lucky though,” Violet’s feeder said, moving his hands to the side of her belly. “You’re all baby, but my Violet is swelling up everywhere.” 

After a few more pleasantries and the other woman’s sympathies that poor Violet’s fat distribution might mistakenly be seen as obesity rather than pregnancy, they finally got to the checkout line. 

“Have you finally gotten enough to eat, piggy?” He whispered in her ear. She nodded, rubbing the top of her tight belly. 

“I don’t think so,” He said with a smirk. He pointed to the rows of candy bars lining the top of the conveyor belt. He grabbed a handful of her lardy lower belly and gave it a little shake. “Go grab about six of them. You are eating for two after all.” 

She shuffled around to the front of their car and grabbed handfuls of chocolate, realizing too late that lifting her arms to reach the candy left her belly largely exposed and her deep red stretch marks on full display. She quickly scanned the faces of the shoppers around her as she desperately tugged her top down, but no one was staring at her or giving her the usual disapproving looks. Just when she thought she was in the clear, a hand that did not belong to her feeder landed squarely on the most round part of her belly. 

A large, strange man was now groping her stuffed gut. He rubbed hard circles into her belly and turned his head to speak to Violet’s feeder as if she were not even there. She was furious– were pregnant people really supposed to be okay with being touched without permission? Her feeder eyed her without responding to the man, ready to jump in at the first sign of her distress, but she gave him a look that kept him in his place. Violet let out a tremendous burp and giggled. 

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I guess I ate too much.” 

“Oh, it’s alright,” he said, patting her belly again gently. “That’s to be expected with mothers-to-be.”

She feigned a look of surprise. “What? I’m not pregnant.”

The man looked at her and then back at her feeder as if waiting for him to contradict her. Her feeder just shook his head and Violet could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh. 

“No baby, I’m afraid,” he said to the horrified stranger. “Just a lardy pig belly.” 

The man released her and stumbled back, offering apologies as he fled. Her feeder hugged her from behind, his hands wrapped around her middle. He smiled into her hair and gently squeezed her fat, testing the softness with his large hands. “You sure are proud of this huge blubbery gut, aren’t you?”

“Aren’t you?” She challenged. 

“Oh yes, greedy girl,” he said, rubbing the swollen curve of her belly that had started their little rouse in the first place. “Now open that box of snack cakes and make it bigger for me. Next time I want someone to ask if you’re carrying twins.”

[leenathegreengirl]

Just Chori, driving Wrecker wild 😉💚💕

@legacygirlingreen @thora-sniper @sukithebean @thecoffeelorian @neyswxrld @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @morerandombullshit @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato @keantha @anxiouspineapple99

[oakt733]

relating to martin blackwood is all fun and games until you are deeply lonely and depressed with no friends in love with a coworker

[fictional-twink-bracket]

Round 1 Side B Poll 3

(PT: Round 1 Side B Poll 3)

Propaganda

(PT: Propaganda)

Babe

ok so I debated whether or not he is a twink, but like out of all the categories for gay men, he's probably closest to a twunk, which is a twink hunk so he's still a twink.

anyways time for the semi-cursed info and why he's the best! so you're on tumblr right? so I'm sure you know of omegaverse. well- did you know that there is a full length live action tv show that's explicitly omegaverse? and not some like c-list mini series or whatever, but fully produced show with known actors and a decent budget that included sponsors from brands and was released on a major streaming service and is now being re-edited for a theatrical release in theaters. this is on another level. but what is the show about and how is it omegaverse? well you see the show is about racecar driving first and foremost. but then there's Babe, the main character, who is a popular racer and also a super special alpha with special sensory enhancement powers. but that can be pretty overwhelming, especially before a race. so how does he solve this problem? well by getting railed by another alpha before each race of course! anyways he ends up with his alpha boytoy that he sticks to and then minutes after they start dating, his boytoy springs the mama/papa roleplay kink on him and now his boytoy is calling him mama all the time. which babe likes and indulges in and after all they're both alphas so it's not like he can pregnant right? wellllllll turns out that babe's shitty adopted father runs a whole human trafficking ring for special alphas like babe and also there's a whole plan to get babe pregnant by arranging it with another superpowered guy in order to make an extra superpower baby to sell for like a bunch of money and that was the underlying driving force behind the plot the whole time anyways yeah he still engages in the mama/papa roleplay. and also they're making a second season

(^One person)

Kuzco

I WANT THAT TWINK OBLITERATED!!!!

[mydairpercabeth]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WISE GIRL!!!

[hungry-and-hornyyyyy]

This fetish has full control over my mind, body and soul, I'm completely helpless. i want nothing more than to submit to a life of gluttony. I don't know why my brain is wired to associate pleasure with fat and food, but it does and i cant seem to control myself. I need a feeder who will take hold of my potential and fatten me beyond my wildest fantasy

[childrenofcain-if]

Yeah okay i see all the D love and it's not like I'm not out here simping for C or......W... seriously i fucking am so obsessed with W it's insane. I love their history with MC and i just want my MC to love them so hard. But i digress I'm not here for that Axel!!!

Where is the V love people!! I want to bake a cake and then go surprise! It's for you! I just loved cooking with them because they just made some rubbish, but it was so cute!! 😭😭😭

One thing I'm maybe confused about V is. So they obviously had some gay panic, and as glorious as it was, it stems from their religious background, right?

(I can fucking relate to that shit so much)

but they also have 2 mom's... so is that a bio mom, or are they adopted?

Was the religious stuff pushed on them while in an orphanage? Because fucking hell.

Here, some families, especially very traditional ones add in christianity for a full blown hateful mix, still don't even acknowledge your gayness. it just isn't spoken about while others are straight up (lol straight up.. sorry) just kicking their kids out because being gay is not an "african" thing. Oooh, or it's from the devil, so is mental illness, but that's a whole different ballgame of nonsensicalness 😒

Sorry i asked so much shit and rambled on. Ignore me if it's too spoilery.

i’ll have some birthday specials for all ROs up as soon as i get my shit together, MC can indulge in a disastrous baking session tho if y’all would like that 🤭

and about V, the orphanage they grew up in was not very love-thy-neighbour type, ironic cause they were all literally catholic but i digress. as a result of that, up until they were adopted, V was exposed to a lot of homophobic and transphobic rhetoric. while they themself never ever held any hatred or prejudice in their heart for those people, the fear-mongering made them scared enough to never show any romantic feeling that weren’t heteronormative.

their moms had to go through a lot of hurdles to even adopt them and the road was not easy. it took them around 3-4 years to get everything approved so they could bring V to america.

while watching their moms and having some sort of progressivity around them has made it much easier for them to not feel like a complete, the religious trauma and guilt is deep and homeboy/homegirl is in denial about their sexuality 😔

[burntblueberrywaffles]

"Why would you even ship Snowbaird"

You’re telling me I was supposed to watch this man kiss LIKE THIS and be normal about it???? 🤨

[luvermore]

These two deserve all the praise because literally where would anyone be without all they did? They could have both easily ran so far away and let Tony do as he pleased since they both got out but instead they both courageously said enough was enough. They knew how dangerous it could get. They knew they could have easily been captured or worse. But they are two people in this series that really are selfless. All they endured for people they didn’t even know?? Like they did not even know Babe and Alan or those other kids. They had each other and could have lived relatively peacefully had they run far away. But they stayed and that to me is why they are two of the main heroes in my opinion.

This scene with Jeff especially. He started out so tense and sad, like he couldn’t help but constantly hold his breath. Never trusting anyone outside Charlie and praying that he would never have to. But now he’s light as a feather, smiling, showing how much he cares for people and that just warms my heart.

Then that scene of Charlie being so happy he can be with Babe while not stealing powers because that always prevented his happiness in the past? I’m emo and sad this show is ending.