#fuse dad bod

[2is2]

torso studies with Fusey

[dilfsgonedoughy]

First post, pretty tame but 🤷‍♂️

[melodygatesauthor]

Arachnophilia

Were-Spider Peter B Parker x f!Reader

Blurb 4 for Kinktober 2024 - Request by Anonymous - Not Edited

NSFW below the cut - Spider-like qualities mentioned. Peter is a little OOC and primal - Reader is not race coded

Words: 997

Peter B. Parker from your universe was great. There was no denying that the pizza-loving, dad bod wielding, spider-person had charm, and you liked him. There were only two problems:

He was married to Mary Jane, and they were very much in love. The other problem was…he was boring…at least in comparison to the Peter you had your eyes on.

You didn’t even know which universe the Were-Spider Peter was from, but you liked the way he looked. He had a rugged demeanor, a bit darker with a hint of danger. There was something feral about him, and that excited you to no end. You supposed that was in part due to the way he became Spider-Man in the first place.

Not unlike the Spider Society’s fearless leader, Miguel O’Hara, his DNA was fused with a spider. Part man, part spider, and it manifested in sharp fangs, eight legs he could extend or retract at will, and an insatiable sex drive that could only be described as purely feral in nature.

You needed him the way you needed air to fucking breathe, and you let him know that as much as possible. You changed your spider suit to be a bit more form fitting, accentuating your tits and ass nicely. Even Miguel eyed you once or twice, which let you know it would surely work on feral Peter.

It was so late, and you were in your office, tired after a long day. You weren’t on the front lines as much as some of the other spider-folk. As someone with subpar abilities and a knack for getting caught up in dangerous situations, you handled a lot of Miguel’s paperwork, and as a perk, you got a nice little office, away from the hustle and bustle that came with working at the Spider Society.

You were just about to leave, opening the door to exit your office, when Peter met you in the threshold. You gasped, dropping your keys on the floor.

“P-Peter, I–”

He cut you off, taking you off guard as he stepped forward, forcing you back into the room. You gulped as your entire body came alive with a combination of excitement and fear. You took another step back and you tripped, landing on the floor.

“You’re such a fuckin’ tease,” he grumbled, climbing over you. “I see how you’re showing off your slutty little body just for me,” he breathed, extending his legs from his back.

His spider legs caged you against the floor, and his teeth were dripping with spit as he looked down at you. You felt a chill run through your spine, rendering you motionless and silent, save for the heavy breaths punching out of your lungs.

He pinned your arms down above your head using his webbing, doing the same around your neck. Even if you wanted to run, you wouldn’t be able to, but this was your greatest fantasy coming to fruition. Your lips parted, eyes half lidded with arousal as he toyed with you like a predator would its prey. Peter’s hands moved to your skirt, shoving it up around your hips

“Peter, p-please don’t hurt me,” you asked shakily, the combination of terror and excitement was driving you mad.

He licked your jaw and kissed the space just below your earlobe, a throaty growl erupting from deep inside of him.

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” he rasped, groaning as he kissed along your skin. “Wouldn’t hurt such a fun little thing.”

You panted, the feeling of his lips against your neck shot straight to your core, forcing your cunt to throb with need.

“Please,” you begged, this time desperate to have him buried as deep inside of you as he could be.

He obliged without another word, using the leverage his extra legs afforded him to thrust into you roughly, full to the hilt in one pass. You arched against him, mouth falling open and your eyes fluttering. He pulled back, grunting as he thrust forward again harshly, the fat head of his cock hitting the deepest parts of you.

“Peter–oh-fuck-fuck!” you cried out with every snap of his hips.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned against your ear. “Gotta stretch you out,” he leaned back, looking down where your bodies were connected and huffed.

“T-tear me apart!” you demanded, not caring if he obliged literally or figuratively.

With both hands, he held onto your waist and moved at a bruising pace, filling the office with the lewd sounds of skin on skin. You wanted to wipe the drool that threatened to fall down your cheek, but remembered your hands were pinned above your head. You were completely at Peter’s mercy.

Peter started fucking you like you were nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure. You curled your toes in anticipation as searing heat pooled in your core. Your mouth gaped open, unable to form a coherent sentence anymore. Your mind went blank, and all you could hear was the sound of Peter’s feral growls hitting your ears.

“Gonna make you carry my spiderlings, would you like that?” He asked between thrusts.

It sounded like a joke, surely he couldn’t mean it.

You gulped, “yes,” you blurted, “yes I’ll carry your–oh fuck Peter–I’ll carry your kids. Fuck!”

On the tail end of your words you exploded, eyes rolling back as your cunt throbbed and gushed around his thick cock. He fucked you through it, not stopping for a second, slamming harder and faster until finally his body stilled, a liquid warmth spilling inside of your hot, wet pussy.

The room was suddenly very quiet, filled only with the sound of your sharp, combined breaths. With his teeth, Peter removed the webbing on your neck and then on your hands, and he retracted his legs back into his body. He looked down at you with a gaze filled with longing.

“I like you,” he whispered, brushing his canonically busted nose against yours.

You chuckled, “I like you too, Peter.”

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[kit-williams]

Descriptions: Boys

This will be updated whenever I feel like because sometimes I get inspired

Dark Angels

Azazel Erros

Eye Color: Dark Green Hair Color: Wheat buzzed short Height: 7'5 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Strongman/muscular but not dehydrated Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Tattoo of the aquilia on his right pectorial - Tattoo of the DA symbol on his throat - Hidden under his short beard on his chin is a red splotchy birthmark Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: Several Brains; he's dragging you away for asking him that question.

Emperor's Children

Palion Hiss

Eye Color: Neon Pink in left silver in the other Hair Color: White that goes down to his ass Height: 7'3 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Eternal Bodybuilder, though in reality it changes slightly depending on what his obsession likes so right now his abs aren't as defined as Muse enjoys a little bit of fat on him. Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - On his non dominant hand his nails are filed into clawed points - His dominant hand his nails are kept blunt - His pupils are slits - His left shoulder has been fused to his armor as well as the armor around his left shin. - Symbol of Slaanesh on his left buttcheek - series of scars on his back that he refuses to acknowledge Prosthetics: - Vocal cords have some mutation/prosthetics to them - at the base of his spin are 6 injection plates as there is where his armor will inject a cocktail of drugs into him. Civilians Eaten: At least 6; he might have had more when he was really high

Iron Warriors

Harram the Wallbreaker

Eye Color: Stormy grey Hair Color: Buzzed brown hair that curls when it grows at all Height: 7'7 Size: Normal Iron Warrior Stocky Build: Dad bod Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Horn stumps on both shoulder blades - Remnants of where flesh and armor had started to fuse on his legs Prosthetics: - right leg below the knee (He did not want to be trapped in his armor) Civilians Eaten: None; he'll scoff in disgust he's not a barbarian

White Scars

Nogai Sengik

Eye Color: Dusty Brown Hair Color: shoulder length black hair Height: 7'4 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Strongman with gut Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: None

Space Wolves

Captain Arkyn Joriki

Eye Color: Gold Hair Color: Wiry red hair that is shoulder length full of braids and dreads Height: 7'5 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Strongman on the pudgy side Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: None

Imperial Fists

Astel Redlane

Eye Color: Grey Hair Color: Buzzed white hair Height: 7'11 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Strongman with a bit of a gut Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Prosthetics: - Apothocarian port array matrix on his back Civilians Eaten: One (He needed to hide the body)

Night Lords

Ghosk Sevyrarek

Eye Color: Dark Blue (nearly black) Hair Color: shoulder length black Height: 6'10 Size: On the smaller side of Night Lord Build: Swimmer Build Wing Span: From Tip to Tip: 24 Feet Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Nose has been broken twice - Loves to decorate his wings before battle, has special skin hides and chains with hooks (all lightweight items) that he uses to strike fear Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: 2 full people; one he ate really slowly as part of a torture tactic.

Anrir Nor

Eye Color: Dark Brown (nearly black) Hair Color: mid back length black hair Height: 7'0 Size: Standard Terran Astartes Build: Swimmer Build Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - his hands are suspiciously unscarred, not a blemish on them. - Throat has an old tattoo that Anrir says is Terran in origin meaning "free of guilt" or "not guilty" (refuses to elaborate further) Prosthetics: - Apothicarian port array on his back Civilians Eaten: Eaten a few organs to cause fear

Blood Angels

Sirus Amah

Eye Color: Red Hair Color: Short curly blonde hair Height: 7'2 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Muscular but not dehydrated Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Enlarged canines Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: Has probably had enough blood to fill 5 human adults

Iron Hands

Marols Vauth

Eye Color: Grey Hair Color: BALD Height: 7'10 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: Prosthetics: - 2 Utility Mechadendrites - Left arm up to elbow replaced - Both legs up to thighs replaced - One eye is replaced - Various organs replaced including one of his hearts - Has a 4th lung; fully mechanical Civilians Eaten: None

World Eaters

Zul Gospod

Eye Color: Red-brown Hair Color: Dirty Blonde, the sides shaved and kept tied back out of the way of the nails. Skin Color: Ruddy* Height: 7'5 Size: Standard Terran Astartes Build: Muscled Strongman on the more bulky side Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: -The skin on his arms is a ruddy color to a near red color around his hand due to being permanently blood stained - This gradient is also present on his legs where his feet are almost red and his thighs are a ruddy color - Nose has been broken 8 times - A brass tattoo that loops from his collar bone and his upper back (It drinks up blood) - both shoulders has ritualistic scarring that he did when he was still a War Hound (refuses to state their meaning... gets melancholic when they are brought up) - faded back tattoo of a red dog head oh his left trapezius (another one he refuses to go into) - - Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: Uncertain; most likely has taken bites

Ultramarines

Tulio Sydo

Loyalty: Loyalist Eye Color: Grass Green Hair Color: Light Brown that curls slightly *Skin Color: Rich Tan Height: 7'3" (2.2 m) Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Strongman but a bit more cut Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - His left hand ring finger is missing a joint. - His back is Tyrannid claw marks, and puncture scars leading to needing internal prosthetics. - Bite mark on Right shoulder (again from a Tyrannid having ripped off his pauldron) - Scar on right temple to the crown of his head (received as a child refuses to elaborate) - Right hand has a few scars from when he was a neophyte (he attempted to learn a knife trick) Prosthetics: No external ones Civilians Eaten: 3 (he needed to hide evidence)

Death Guard

Solos Phorgur the Reaper

Eye Color: Sickly Green Hair Color: Short thinning brown Skin Color: Pale with faint greenish tint Height: 8'0 Size: Taller than average Death Guard Build: Lanky and Emaciate when ungorged. Post engorging looks akin to normal Death Guard bloated. Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Right eye appears to have 3 pupils and iris' all smashed together - His entire mouth/jaw area is mutated. It can split open (think of the monster from Jeepers Creepers) into a segmentation of 5 parts all connected by a thin layer of flesh. There are also a lot of extra teeth within his mouth and that go down his throat. A 2nd "mouth" hides in his throat that will come up, it looks like a mutation of a mosquito mouth mixed with a bee's/insects which he will use to pierce a body and eat their organs without having to rip open the body too much. - Elongated pink tongue Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: Lost count; more than 100

Thousand Sons

Nakhr Rhan

Eye Color: Icy Blue Hair Color: shoulder length silken brown hair Skin Color: Bronzen Height: 7'7 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Muscular but not dehydrated Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Blue tattoo sleeves going up both arms to his shoulders - his palms have the eye of Magnus tattooed on them - the back of his neck has the eye of tzeentch tattooed on it Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: Nine (Tzeentch's number)

Ari

Eye Color: Crystal Blue Hair Color: Brown ends at shoulders Skin Color: Bronzen Height: 7'5 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Bulky swimmers Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - His armor is living but he is not bound to it; armor has insectoid/beetle features - both of his arms up to his elbows have light blue tattoos on them - both palms have the eye of Magnus tattooed on them - His lower back on the left has a mark showing his dedication to Arhiman's cause (He learned underneath Arhiman and while Ari was mad he also understood what drove him to try and make the desperate attempt) Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: Organ eater; Lost count how many he's fed to his armor

Black Legion/Luna Wolves

Zhur Painbane

Eye Color: Honey Brown Hair Color: Buzzed Wheat Blonde with a lock that seems to curl on his forehead and near his ears (permanent cowlicks) Height: 7'9 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Dad Bod Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Left pectoral has a Luna Wolf head eating the Eye of Horus symbol - Over his appendix is the star of chaos tattooed on it - His canines are enlarged & he has the starting of claws on his feet Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: He's taken bites out of mortals

Word Bearers

Jihias Kinreaver

Eye Color: Copper-gold Hair Color: BALD Skin Color: Coppery Height: 7'4 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Dad bod (he soft priest boy) Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Has a tongue piercing - Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: He's eaten probably enough body parts to make up a human.

Salamanders

Nubin Orenn

Eye Color: Molten Red Hair Color: BALD Height: 8'3 Size: Normal Non Primaris Salamander Build: Soft Strongman/Dad Bod Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Burns on his hands - His left ear mostly missing due to a Drukhari getting close to stabbing him in the temple - Left eye has a lot of scarring around it due to same Drukhari trying to take his eye as Nubin crushed him to death slowly and painfully Prosthetics: - Entire right leg (He has a very fancy off duty one that he made himself; the on duty leg was also made by himself) - Various organs Civilians Eaten: None (He hopes you were joking)

Raven Guard

Sor Delyn

Eye Color: Black Hair Color: Black buzzed Height: 7'7 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Lean muscular Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Scars on his mouth that go from ear to ear - there are scars on the back of his skull from his body half rejecting some implantation during his surgery as a Space Marine Prosthetics: - 3 service studs - Left foot Civilians Eaten: One (Do not ask questions)

Kazi Delax

Eye Color: Black Hair Color: black ear length Skin Color: Ashy Height: 7'5 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Lean muscular Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - scar that goes from his hair line to his jaw over his right eye - tongue was cut in half (lengthwise) when he was a scout (was doing something stupid) Prosthetics: - 2 service studs - Right Foot Civilians Eaten: None

Moremo Klaek

Eye Color: Black Hair Color: Greying black/salt n pepper, cropped Height: 7'6 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Lean muscular Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: Prosthetics: - 5 service studs Civilians Eaten: None

Alpha Legion

Eye Color: Alpharius colored Hair Color: BALD Height: One Alpharius Tall Size: Alpharius Sized Build: Alpharius built Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: -He is Alpharius Prosthetics: None Civilians Eaten: Alpharius

Black Templars

Brother Roland Lichtner

Eye Color: Warm Brown Hair Color: Buzzed Platinum Blonde *Skin Color: Ivory Height: 7'5 Size: Normal non Primaris Build: Strongman (gets a bit more of a gut after wife is aquired) Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - scar from a chainsaw between where his 2nd and 3rd rib would be on his left side (Chaos Astartes) - dent on his forehead from small arms fire from a cultist - broken nose (about 4 times) - leg scar from where he started to cut off his own leg before the apothecarian got to him and chewed him out Prosthetics: - service stud Civilians Eaten: None (He is going to report you to the Chaplain)

Adeptus Custodes

Adonis

Eye Color: Forest Green Hair Color: Cropped red hair *Skin Color: Olive Height: 9'3 Size: Standard Custodian Build: Bodybuilder not dehydrated Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - - - Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: None

Apollo

Eye Color: Icy Blue Hair Color: short strawberry blonde Height: 9'3 Size: Standard Custodian Build: Bodybuilder not dehydrated Scars/Birthmarks/distinguishing features: - Scar across his nose from a Tyranid during one of the blood games - Freckles across his face. Concentrated across the bridge of his noses and under his eyes (basically from ear to ear) - Prosthetics: Civilians Eaten: None

[sonicasura]

Kafka the man who is kind, funny, extermely strong, has a Dad bod, and is the adoptive Father to the Master of Monsterkind, it's everything you can want and then some, not even getting into his Kaiju form which would automatically put him on top of most eligable Monsters, he's everything a Monster could want in a partner.

Circles Of Nadiria after an Imp eavsdropped on the examination to see if the rumors were true.

The DILF of the Defense Force Is gonna have Monsters like Krystalinda and Juliante looking to win the affections of Kafka, along with a couple others.

My man is gonna have one Hell of a time dealing with his love life

Funny you mentioned Krystalinda as I actually got her in my team. Been fusing monsters to fill in my Monsterpedia without the guide for awhile and Snowgre in my party was one main ingredient. Also got a Greygnarl too.

Kafka was already a bachelor when it came to monsters before his kaiju powers would become . A human willing to raise a hybrid child of Randolfo, stand up to the Zenith Dragon alongside the Chosen for his beliefs, and friendly to monsters? He already had a sizeable fan base.

Kafka's kaiju form just quadrupled the numbers. Especially when he ends up shifting to stop a massive rockslide from flattening Dragglenook. An eyewitness would sketch his kaiju form and that image(than just the incident) would spread FAST.

Wait until Mina is in on the secret. Poor Kafka won't be prepared for the catfight his childhood friend would put up. Soshiro ain't gonna help cause this is the funniest shit. XD

[rgthegothlord]

You know what I never understood? People that hated Steven and Greg fusing. Like one of the 2 biggest things was that it felt weird for a father/son relationship and it was too fanservice-y.

To tackle the first issue. Many people will reference the way amethyst, pearl, and Garnet fuse back in the beginning. It was a bit more mature in nature. But that was around season 1 and 2. We have come so much farther in what fusion means to gems. It can be sexual, romantic, platonic, work related. Fusion is more than just one thing. And I didn't hear a word from people when Steven ended fusing with Pearl or Amethyst, or Garnet or any of the other crystal gems. Because it was understood to be a signifier of what their relationship was; how their bond as a team and a family worked. So why can't the same be said for Steven and Greg. They love each other in a familial way and they fused to work together.

As for the second point, who gives a shit if the fusion was buffer than Greg or Steven by themselves? Opal is a million times taller than a more realistic version of a fusion of Pearl and Amethyst. I personally I think the fusion is hot and y'all are mad you can't rock a dad bod like they can.

[vigrotter]

[sstvar]

dad bod fuse

[augustfinley]

Introducing The Right Honourable August Finley, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. Leader of the Conservative party.

Before his election as PM, Finley served as Secrerary of State for digital, culture, media and sport from 2018 to 2020, and as Minister of State for media, data and digital infrastructure from 2016 to 2018.

full name: august finley also known as: ernst zandvliet, rt. hon. august finley, mr. finley, mr. prime minister date of birth: 9th march, 1976 place of birth: london, uk

gender: cis man pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: bi relationship status: married

occupation: prime minister education level: masters in ppe financial status: very well off

spoken languages: german, french, english nationality: english

STATS.

faceclaim: ewan mcgregor height: 177 cm body & build: athletic, bit of a dad bod maybe piercings & tattoos: none

vices: smoking, drinking, gambling, adultery sociability: quick witted and with a short fuse. too proud to admit his mistakes most times. knows he’s appealing, will use it to his advantage. flirtatious, especially when drunk.

positive traits: sociable, captivating, intense, determined negative traits: conservative, disloyal, arrogant, volatile, manipulative

BIOGRAPHY.

Ernst Zandvliet might not be a familiar name. No surprise there, as it hasn’t been spoken aloud in almost three decades. The man long ago named Ernst might be more familiar to you as August Finley, Conservative party leader and Prime Minister of the UK. The name Finley comes from his mother Birgitte, a low-ranking noblewoman who married entrepreneur and inventor Maximilian Zandvliet in 1973. August, on the other hand, is the name of his maternal great-grandfather who died during the first world war. August Finley sure is less of a mouthful than Ernst Zandvliet, his birth name and burden for the first eighteen years of his life. The family was in agreement that he should change his name to something more easily digestible, considering his future career in public service. And so, August Finley was born, and Ernst Zandvliet was buried beneath stacks of bureaucratic paperwork, as if he never existed to begin with.

After three years of military service, and one half-arsed tour to an active war zone, young Mr. Finley, at the age of twenty-one, took to studying philosophy, politics and economics at Oxford. Paid for by his parents, he had no pressure of keeping good grades, or even passing all his exams. Come graduation, he was already promised an internship position within one of the ministries, thanks to his mother’s connections. So, his time in school was spent mostly drinking, partying and hooking up. At Oxford, he also met his future wife, twelve years his junior. Though, this was of course later in life, when he attended a yearly alumni celebration and ran into Meagan, who immediately caught his eye. And who was immediately and easily impressed by his grand plans to run the country.

A house, a white picket fence, a kid, and a dog later, August barely resembles his young ruckus self. A dignified, honorable family man is the image he’s built— one his wife is just as eager to boast. Dignified conservative. Prime Minister. He is the perfect image of a working father, and a father to a nation restless with political unease. Winston Churchill can eat his heart out.

The lights on the third floor are on at odd hours at no. 10 Downing Street. Unremarkable cars shuttle back and forth throughout the nights, people run in through the back at odd hours of the day. Still, the media take their photos of the PM on his brisk morning jog before work. As if the rumours of his nightly habits are simply preposterous— as if he is the perfect family man, spending time at home with his wife and dog. Often times she doesn’t even wait up for him anymore, his side of the bed going cold more often than not, his morning coffee brewed just a bit too bitter, just for him.

[chex-nix]

Two chonky himbos fuse to make one huge himbo with the ultimate dad bod

[themarginalartist]

i wonder if after they get out of the game and can still fuse if it's still "fusion but using pre-existing body" or if melon will get their own body

Akdjflskdjf

Anon I want to draw/write this so bad, but like it’s definitely not the same as what happened in game, there’s some... Shenanigans I’m going to pull in ‘game’ in the fic.

But like post-game real world fusion is sorta Steven Universe-y but less extra limbs/eyes and more height/muscle mass? (I say that now but that’s bound to change once I get drawing because extra arms/eyes are just fun okay???)

...Actually expanding on that: I think some of the time the fusion is a little more messy than other times, depends on what’s going on and how in-sync Gordon and Mel are at the moment, emotions play some part in this

I really need to draw Gordon without the HEV on and a full body for Mel to like fully put it to the test on building what they look like, but Gordon’s not a small guy. He’s 6ft in the actual Half-Life game and TBH he’s probs more like 6′ 4″ and decently muscle-y in my head (Like dad who does a lot of diy building of sheds/tables or repairs around the house, doesn’t go to the gym but maybe does a few work out routines when they are home alone). Where as Mel is 5′ 6″ not super short but definitely doesn’t match Gordon lol. (Benrey for context as well stands at like 6′ 1″)

Usual shenanigans on combo clothing, but there’s a few... Surprises I might choose to pull which will make more sense when we get there lol

Also for some angsty thoughts because I’m feeling a little evil atm: Gordon and Mel after finding out they can do this fusion thing fuse quite a bit early on. Helps when they are trying to comfort each other post-game :)

So long story short: Melon gets their own bod, and they sure as heck rock it, they just probably aren’t allowed out of the house if they have a few extras...

[queenofthefaces]

You are doing a service, showing appreciation for chubby!Dib (Seriously, besides him being grimy and fused to a chair, chubby Dib was highkey cute xD)

ABSJSKDKFK THANK U ;;o;;

I jus really love chubby characters a lot ;;o;; and I have a special appreciation for this specific kind of situation:

When Dib isn’t taking care of himself, he’s too lanky and skinny. When he’s paranoid, stressed, and insecure, that manifests in obsessive working, and a neglect of his physical health—sleep, eating, drinking water, etc—which is why he’s never really been able to pack on weight properly: he’s been that stressed since childhood.

But when dib is happy? That’s a whole other story. When he’s emotionally supported, mentally stable, content with himself and where he is—that Dib? Well, his body isn’t in crisis mode, and he’s able to eat, sleep, and drink enough water....and his metabolism changes w the lack of stress, and he starts gaining weight.

A pudgy dib is a happy and healthy dib, bc it means he’s in a place where he’s taking care of himself and being taken care of 💕 dad bod dib when he’s older and happier is so important to me 💕💕💕 he just grows up to be tall and big and stocky, all thick and soft and smiling 💕💕💕

(Also hc that if you think the og series and ETF are different universes—ETF dib has a heavier base weight than og series dib/is a little chubbier bc he’s healthier in comparison)

[quesselfships]

So I finally got a chance to meet Sweeney.

First off, nothing prepares you for a person who is 6'5. Kylo is like 6'2, and he's by far my tallest partner. My sisters boy, Qui-Gon is pretty tall too but so is she, so it kind of changes the scale and I don't notice so much. And he isn't as shredded, Qui-Gon has a dad bod now, soft and loveable.

Sweeney is huge. Big McLargehuge. Much like Adam Driver or Steve in Avengers Ultron, he spills out of all his clothes. I'm 5'7 and considered tall for a woman, and until my aunts spine started fusing, I was the shortest in my family. On most of my partners, I reach their shoulders at least. On Sweeney, I'm basically in tiddy cleavage.

[twitchesandstitches]

There are several main AUs I do on this blog, and they are very broad in scope, encompassing a wide variety of potential settings and scenario set ups. They can encompass my OCs, redesigns, fandom stuff, and all that in a single package, and that includes ‘non-canon’ one shots that have no connection to the AU besides setting.

While it’s incredibly unlikely that, at this point, any of my followers didn’t already follow me on my previous writing blog, there is nonetheless a possibility that I might get some new people here eventually. And then, they’re likely gonna be real confused when  I start talking about my AUs without context. And even if you do know all my ramblings about my AUs pretty well, it’s useful to have refreshers in case you forget stuff or want some info now and then. So real quick, I’m writing up some refreshers on my main AUs.

Firstly, Crossthicc AU. It is a massive crossover in the vein on Kingdom Hearts, or to be more specific, it is a kink-centric reworking of a more SFW fanfic I’m planning on doing eventually, with elements of this being reused in that. It takes place in a sprawling space opera type of sci fi with fantasy elements, and an epic adventure tone; mighty wars are decided by duels between champions, cities construct massive structures to harness the forces of magic or the psychic energy of living beings as a power source, giant mech suits and power armor exoskeletons are ubiquitous, and so forth.

BAsically, imagine a combination of Warhammer 40k, Eclipse Phase and a sci fi-themed version of Exalted, set against a multiverse cosmology based on Dungeons and Dragon’s Planescape. The technology levels, the general aesthetics and the overall feel flow from that, and then you Paragon the SHIT OUT OF IT. And that’s before the thicc-ness stuff comes in!

Taking place a great deal of time after a multiversal catastrophe that nearly spelled the end of existence itself and caused smaller reflections of such disaster across all the realms of existence, the AU proper focuses on a fleet of characters drawn from all across the fandoms I am personally familiar with or at least find interesting. This is an extremely small fleet, numbering from several hundred to a little under a thousand people depending on where in the timeline it takes place; their number of ships are undefined, but probably not very many, and are a mixture of the Quarian Migrant Fleet from Mass Effect and the Scum sub-culture of Eclipse Phase - which is likely also a thing in-universe. Their ships are mainly refurbished cargo barges, space buses and the occasional colony ship, mostly automated and run by summoned spirit friends to make up for their lack of numbers. This ships are all living machine-beings, vast AIs or networks of thinking machines, and can choose to transform into gigantic hyper curvy robot ladies in times of great need, but rarely do so.

The fleet came together from the survivors of many broken or damaged worlds, banding together for survival and growing closer, eventually stabilizing into a sort of weird family. Fiercely loyal to one another, coming to appreciate adventure and enjoying the relative stability, they have been journeying as cosmic nomads for several years now, having had many children together and growing in power, and over time they have noticed some things… off about the cosmos. There have been hints, in ruins and half-destroyed records dating back thousands of years, and they have come to the conclusion that the cataclysms that wrecked the multiverse was not random events but an active scheme.

And they are coming to the attention of whatever caused that disaster in the first place; they refer to this mysterious force as the conspiracy, but know little of who this conspiracy, their purpose or anything beside the horrors they have committed.

Over time, the fleet has become a strongly paragon-themed organization of heroes, champions of righteousness, seeking to be perfect heroes all the time… all while being extremely eccentric and quirky weirdos, as prone to flying off on rants about peanut butter when they were supposed to give a moving speech on heroism. In any conflict they will usually side towards which resolution does the least harm, and fighting tyrants is something of a hobby of theirs. That, and collecting incredibly pissed off conspiracies presumably unrelated to the Big One they are learning about.

The fleet - or specifically, their number one champion - is in possession of a powerful relic called the Eupeptic Gestat. It’s loosely based on the Keyblade, but is essentially a vore/hyper pregnancy themed artifact with powers based on Fullmetal Alchemist’s take on alchemy, with the ability to absorb almost anything and gain new powers based on what it absorbs, and allows the fleet to craft new powers from those, distilling them mostly into adorable Pokemon-like creatures that members of the crew can fuse with to gain their powers. By mixing and matching their abilities, the members of the crew can gain an enormous number of powers, as well as gain mutations to sculpt their bodies into whatever they please, though often with some unexpected frailties.

Note that this powers always involve some variety of physical mutation; get fire powers, your arms erupt into volcanic flame and your skin is living fire, your eyes burning like stars. These mutations are not subtle, they’re not pretty, and they’re usually pretty weird. Combining powers will get some very odd results, and likely induce additional frailties or limitations in exchange for greater potential.

The crew itself is highly diverse, with humans forming a distinct minority in it. Name a species from a fandom somewhere, they are probably present. Orcs of all kinds, elves and more. Dragons shapeshifting into more mundane forms, robots of every single conceivable function and form happy to be part of a group that welcomes them as family. Transformers - mostly Autobots - are giant guardians to their smaller kin. Gems of many castes, and plenty of them permanent fusions with one another. Asari, krogan and Geth from Mass Effect form a major contingent, as do a wide variety of monster girls and boys.

Whatever they are, though, the women of this crew - and the men, to a lesser degree - will get bigger.

As they grow more powerful and benefit from the powers granted to them, the women of the crew invariably grow more hyper curvaceous. Their breasts swell to enormous sizes and absurd milkiness (and this milk often has its own properties, based on the heroine’s other abilities or personality traits), they tend to become rather more fit, their hips expand to couch-destroying sizes with butts to match. This curve growth never really stops, though the precise extremes are an entirely personal decision; the biggest girls are generally the most powerful as well. They tend to grow much, much larger over time, inevitably becoming giantesses dozens of feet tall when they power up, and this too has no real limit.

Additionally, they gain a number of abilities related to pregnancy and other traits should they allow the Gestat to imbue them with its powers. It’s devouring-based abilities grant almost anyone the ability to consume other things, metaphorically or otherwise. THis can be absorbing energy or specific forms of matter and empowering yourself with them, or very literal; the power to swallow things whole and digest virtually anything. This is universal among most of the crew. But it expands their fertility, allowing them to do things such as give birth by materializing them in a spirit bubble, summoning powerful entities by gestating them within their bodies, absorbing allies and healing those allies within their own fertile wombs and possibly imbuing them with their own powers.

Additionally, they have no limitations on how many children they can have at once, gestating dozens at once without issue, and eventually even spontaneously generating them by just being around other people; no sex required or needed. They also act as living crucibles or cauldrons, distilling powers imbued into them within their bodies and refining them into a more complete form that can be used for other purposes, with the mother’s own quirks in it. And with every child they give birth to or other application of their powers, they become more powerful, so that the crew is largely dominated by absolutely massive, impossibly curvaceous, motherly heroines.

Becoming a MILFy, ravenous giantess is thus part of the package. Men can and do benefit from these abilities as well, often as support to their much more powerful counterparts; dad bods and buff bara types, as well as extreme femboys, are VERY common.

Finally, the crew constantly experiments with self-modification, using blends of magical ability, scientific procedures, cybernetic augmentation and biological trickery to create a variety of what they call ‘mods’, which can alter their bodies in specific ways. Using traits harnessed from the many species of the galaxy, along with specific aspects of the powers they have built, members of the crew can have almost any appearance or alteration that pleases them; exoskeletons, enhanced muscle fibers, horns, claws, gills, fangs, completely new morphologies and robot-ization are all examples of this.

Monster girl/boy/non-binary transformations are included in this, of any sort. By combining traits from many different species, you can get all kinds of monstrous forms even without using additional powers. Usually this is done for an edge in combat, but some just like being monstery.

They can also do mods that give other people hyper fertility, all manner of biological transformations or otherwise enable kink transformations of any kind, often tied to a power of some sort. One way they fund themselves is by selling these mods at worlds they visit.

(This means, yup, there are dispensing machines that sell mega-buff energy drinks, chocolate milk that makes you a curvaceous MILF who LITERALLY lactates liquid chocolate, and sodas that turn you into a liquid monster person.)

It should be noted these mods are permanent, and there is no resetting to a default state; in order to change back, you have to undertake procedures to transform you into something like your original state.

Now that the fun transformation stuff is clarified, what does the fleet actually do? Mostly they bounce around from world to world, racing through the tides of the spirit world and relying on their magically powerful navigators to guide them to new galaxies in this faster than light travel, searching for a new world to call home or a means to create their own homeworld. They get involved in archaeological mysteries, wind up in the middle of fight with warlords and empires, and if they don’t have at least one epic space battle a week, it's been a really slow week.

Among other things, they have a rival in a crew of space pirates, and it's a mostly friendly rivalry, a blackrom on an organizational scale, and they compete for resources, treasure, ancient lore and the secrets to great wealth or fame. This pirate crew likely outnumbers them, though the crew’s abilities are a potent force multiplier.

Less friendly is a resurgent military from the distant past, led by a fearsome general of a long-defunct empire, who has reclaimed a powerful gauntlet and seen the situation the universe is in, and intends to bring it to endless war and conflict to force it to become stronger and break the cycles of stagnancy. To this end, he has gathered together a vast legion of like-minded warriors, bloodthirsty warmongers, soldiers enamored with war as a solution, and others of that nature. The fleet and this legion constantly but heads, and while they do sometimes work together, their goals are completely opposite. Eventually, tensions will come to a head.

The conspiracy, as stated above, is likely their biggest threat but none of them know much about this force besides that it does exist and is responsible, directly or otherwise, for the cataclysms that nearly ended reality as they know it. They have some apparent connection to the fiends of the realms of pure evil, a wide variety of strange and loathsome entities, and appear to be bankrolling a vast majority of destructive agencies across the multiverse. Why they are doing this is unknown, but they are a persistent thorn in the fleet’s side, presently too large to even notice the fleet as yet.

There are also a very wide variety of monsters and beasts the crew faces on an almost daily level. They range from kaiju-sized monsters that savagely attack everything in sight and seem to warp reality as a matter of just being there, to ethereal horrors that devour everything and constantly grow bigger until they can eat stars and swell up into spaceship-sized monsters that sail across space and devour planets, to destructive fiends that colease out of hatred and negative emotion to just make things worse on everyone. Most of these are the ‘take them out, guilt free’ kind of brutes just there for good action scenes, or acting as the minions of some other greater force.

[garthcelyn]

for Rising Trilogy it's:

Best Ending: Cooper gets a dad bod and retires like she deserves

Worst Ending: She fuses with the Goddess of Death, becoming neither herself nor the goddess

Probable Ending: She dies again, the gal has a track record to uphold.

New tag game idea:

What's the best ending, the worst ending, and the most probable (not necessarily canon) ending to your wip?

[michaelfallcon]

Sam Keck: The Sprudge Twenty Interview

Sam Keck (Photo by 3000 Thieves)

Welcome to The Sprudge Twenty Interviews presented by Pacific Barista Series. Over the next few weeks, we’ll be featuring our 2019 featured class of Sprudge Twenty honorees, each one changing the coffee game worldwide. For a complete list of 2019 Sprudge Twenty honorees please visit sprudge.com/twenty.

Sam Keck is an entrepreneur and founder of Commonfolk Coffee, located in the town of Mornington, on the Mornington Peninsula south of Melbourne. Keck has spun a successful roaster/retailer into a series of social enterprise efforts, including Zukuka Bora, a farmers initiative benefitting coffee growers in Uganda; and Home Ground, which is focused on providing training and job options in hospitality to unemployed youth on the Mornington Peninsula. By fusing the high demand for quality coffee with organized social enterprise, Keck’s work shows us how coffee can do more than just taste good—it can also do very serious good for communities at home and around the world.

Nominated by David Bishop

This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity.

What issue in coffee do you care about most?

Overall the sustainability of coffee as an industry. In particular the seemingly widening disconnect between producer and consumer. Too many “industry professionals” assume far too much and don’t actually bother to understand what a producer’s priorities are.

What cause or element in coffee drives you?

What started out as a cheap way to fuel my caffeine addiction has transformed into an insatiable desire to bridge the gap between my customers and my producers. I want to understand more about how coffee as an industry can continue to serve both our customers and provide meaningful and sustainable work for our producers.

What issue in coffee do you think is critically overlooked?

The fact that many people on both ends of coffee production are suffering. Many producers/farmers are among the lowest paid people in the entire world. On the flip side, many cafe owners—especially in small business—are going out of business at a rate you wouldn’t believe. If the two ends of the chain can’t make a fair income our industry has serious issues. A lot of people talk about the issues producers and farmers have (not that much is done about it), but there isn’t too much conversation about the struggles of the cafe/coffee bar owner. In fact, you could argue that the responsibility and burden of equalizing our industry, making it fairer for farmers, is too often thrust upon the final part of the chain: the small business owner, many of whom are broke and not really in a position to make a big difference. We should be looking at adding value in other areas and ultimately placing the responsibility on the consumer who has had it too good for too long, at least here in Australia.

What is the quality you like best about coffee?

There is no greater sensory experience than the aroma of freshly ground coffee!

Did you experience a “god shot” or life-changing moment of coffee revelation early in your career?

I was working as a barista in 2006 but I’d never really had “specialty” coffee and I visited St Ali, back when it was still owned by Mark Dundon, of later Seven Seeds and Paramount Coffee Project fame. I was lucky enough to order a natural Yirg as a filter coffee. I never believed that coffee could taste so extraordinary. Delicate aroma of bergamot and orange blossom, bright citrus acidity and a rich booziness—damn I was hooked. I haven’t looked back since!

What is your idea of coffee happiness?

Recreating some kind of rubbish Starbucks cocktail but with super high-quality ingredients, organic maple syrup, unpasteurized local dairy, and real vanilla beans. I love watching wanky baristas have meltdowns.

If you could have any job in the coffee industry, what would it be and why?

Probably the job I currently have.

Who are your coffee heroes?

James Hoffmann. In the early days he was one of the few people creating content online, so I felt like I wasn’t the only coffee crazy guy in the world. Also Alan Adler, the dude who invented the AeroPress. I bought my first AP in 2005 but I was so sketchy on it—any product that has to say “the best coffee maker in the world” on the box seems kind of suspicious—but I guess on this occasion they weren’t lying.

If you could drink coffee with anyone, living or dead, who would it be and why?

Tough question, but probably Sir David Attenborough. He’s a real hero of mine and I would love the chance to talk about his life and experiences, but also to pick his brain on the future of our planet and how he thinks we can turn things around.

If you didn’t get bit by the coffee bug, what do you think you’d be doing instead?

Following on from the previous question—I actually have a degree in Zoology and I was planning on traveling the globe filming nature documentaries, a la Sir David.

Do you have any coffee mentors?

There’s always been a real coffee culture in Melbourne but the movement towards “specialty” really only kicked off in the early 2000s. I was lucky enough to befriend ex-head roaster of Five Senses and Ceremony Coffee, Caleb Podhaczky, and he was instrumental in my coffee journey early on. I was actually lucky enough to employ him for about a year when he returned to Australia and it was really fun to work with one of the people who inspired you to start in the industry. Another key figure that was instrumental in my coffee journey early days was Shannon Roche, a barista on the Mornington Peninsula where Commonfolk is located. They’re one of the first baristas I met who focused on preparing quality coffee and really opened my eyes to coffee’s potential.

Otherwise, I try and look outside the industry for inspiration because I find that coffee sometimes insulates itself from the outside world and really limits our opportunities to grow as an industry. I take a lot of inspiration from the craft beer and lofi wine industries. I have some great friends who are really pushing the boundaries on what is acceptable in those industries, from brands like Mr Banks, Chevre Wines, Mornington Brewery, and Jetty Road Brewery, and a lot of their ideas/philosophies can be transferred to coffee—especially at the producing end.

What do you wish someone would’ve told you when you were first starting out in coffee?

No one has a fucking clue what they’re doing. Don’t take anyone seriously.

Name three coffee apparatuses you’d take into space with you.

AeroPress, Ikawa sample roaster, and a stubby holder (to keep my coffee warm).

Best song to brew coffee to:

Shout out to the Commonfolk bar—definitely “September” by Earth Wind & Fire.

Look into the crystal ball—where do you see yourself in 20 years?

Retired or at least with enough time to study coffee science and agronomy.

What’d you eat for breakfast this morning?

Black coffee. I’m trying to intermittently fast because dad bod.

When did you last drink coffee?

At lunchtime.

What was it?

A cheeky batch brew of a washed Yirg from the Gedeo region of Ethiopia.

Thank you. 

The Sprudge Twenty is presented by Pacific Barista Series. For a complete list of 2019 Sprudge Twenty honorees please visit sprudge.com/twenty

Zachary Carlsen is a co-founder and editor at Sprudge Media Network. Read more Zachary Carlsen on Sprudge. 

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