#it's magic for bloating

[xx-lorelai09-xx]

Weight loss is so gross sometimes.. I hate this metabolism booster tea it's so icky

It's green tea with lemon juice, honey and apple cider vinegar and omg the after taste is foul 😭

[nabaath-areng]

I have this one "OC" that does not yet have a name that I've drawn several times for a couple years. I was thinking that if I tried making them in FFXIV that I'd use elezen as a base... but then I remembered what other race have their near exact hairstyle... and now I'm like damn... I played myself...

[big-n-beefy-inc]

Comm for a Twitter user!

Never trust magic cards, anything could happen 🪄🎈

[fatguarddog]

The witchy barista watches from across the coffee shop as your sweater gets tighter and tighter. “Lattes make me a little bloated sometimes, but this is ridiculous!” you think, yet you can’t help but take another sip, and another. Your stomach continues to swell. By the time you’ve finished the beverage (you even turned the mug upside down, to get every last drop) your chubby belly is poking out of the bottom of your sweater. You waddle over to the counter to order another, where the barista already has one waiting for you

Guhhh,, yes please 🥵

Hopelessly addicted to those fattening witchy brews ☕ hopefully by the end of their shift I'll have rounded out enough to their liking that I'll be invited home with them where they can really make some magic

[mariocki]

Voyage of the Damned (1976)

"Will we ever come back?"

"It's only a temporary madness. Of course we come back."

[arllanaeats]

📝WAAAHHH, wrong magic! 💦

30 Minute Sketch for squeakOverflow!! 🌟

[kiki-strike]

Thinking abt alcoholic Zuko always makes me so sad which is WEIRD bc im very mistrusting of anyone who isn’t at least a little weird about at least one substance. Like meeting people who don’t have any addict tendencies at all is always (narrows eyes) what’s wrong with you….

But thinking abt ZUKO as an alcoholic is like wait no he has to be happy!!!!! Despite the fact he totally is one if not since on the wani then once he becomes fire lord

[kevinthetarotreader]

This is probably the best one I’ve made tbh

[fatguarddog]

I find the perfect flannel shirt for a lumberjack costume, but it’s quite oversized so I stuff it with pillows. At the costume party I get many comments about my fat lumberjack costume, though as the night goes on people are just saying ‘lumberjack’. The padding now feels very heavy, so I sneak off to a another room to take it out. Unbuttoning the shirt, I find the pillows are gone… and I now have a huge flabby belly. It’s a shock, for sure… but I also realize I haven’t eaten in a while. Can’t party on an empty stomach! So I button back up and lumber off to the kitchen in search of the snack table

Ooooooo I love stuff like this! Fat costumes that don't stay as costumes, whether they just kind of magically make you the size you were padded as (like this), or if they cause you to get so hungry that you eat until you get that big anyway

Wouldn't it be extra nice if everyone notices how good the new weight looks on you over the course of the party and they can't keep their hands off you, rubbing your big belly and giving you more snacks and drinks to make sure you stay as big and bloated as you should be

[knighteclipsed]

a wild abandon.

a drabble: for valter’s dread fighter mastery. word count: 667 words

There is a fierceness to the axe—a strength, if one may, that is required of one to wield it. It was slow, heavy, and lacking in range—a commoner’s tool for menial tasks, repurposed for the battlefield’s needs. It was not made for killing at first, but if it could be mastered, it was undoubtedly strong.

That was Duessel’s weapon.

Likewise, there is a grace to the sword—a civility, as it could be ascribed, that its bearer would possess in choosing that for their blade. Light-weight, discreet, but sharp—a weapon as commonly used for warfare as it was for self-defense. It was a noble weapon, all things made plain, but undoubtedly polite. People were killing each other long before the first was crafted.

That was Duessel’s weapon also. Further: it was Glen’s.

There is a rawness to the lance—a wild abandon, that which you possess, that any master of the weapon must learn. From the very beginning, its purpose was to slaughter (on the offensive in intent), a translation from base hunting directly into war. Any coward could wield it, kept safe by the distance inherent—but one who knew the shaft; the cord; the steel could easily utilize it as something far more dangerous.

That was Duessel’s weapon as well. And Glen’s. And yours.

And perhaps, there is a utility to knowing other blades—to be able to switch to the most advantageous as the need struck—but there is an even greater strength to be found from sticking to just the one choice. Options in the form of tools could be taken away from you—but in limiting that, you learned to find advantages; to make them, if necessary, and that knowledge could not be taken. Those wits were all you needed.

So magic was unnecessary—its only advantage was in its ability to break past one’s physical defenses (and perhaps strike from afar), but you made up for that with speed, strength; you flew so quickly a mage couldn’t dream to escape. Again, magic was but a tool, and tools could be taken away.

Arrogance overtook you then, you recall—that observation alone could translate into practical knowledge; at the thought of wielding Thunder (her preference, of all things), you had expected an easy battle. Two failed castings were all it took to humble you.

Even if, by technicality, you had won—a success rate of one-third could be nothing more than unsatisfactory. (And so, you determined, you would master it—just as you have mastered the lance.)

So you clawed your way—through tomes—illusory battlefields—unfathomable circumstance—foreign magic—burning classrooms—to prove it to yourself. Because you are capable. Because you are strong.

Metal clangs—steel against steel—before you step back (and they step away), flipping your grip: to throw, forcing your target right where you want them; and there is where you catch him—when you suddenly dart forth, the speed and force it all knocking him to the ground; a hand at his throat; and in your free hand: the dark murmurings of Hades and the other side, death reflected in its glimmering stray dust like sunlight off a cursed blade.

“ Have I passed now? ”

Magic was a tool, after all—but in Fódlan, it was a tool you ingrained into yourself. Certainly, you could use a tome and learn its contents if you knew how to read it, but over the leather-back burdens of Magvel, here, magic was a tool you could not lose.

The proctor sighs (however he may mask it as exhaustion), before nodding: “Yes. You have.”

And it is only then that you free him—standing up to full height to first recover your lance (your extension of yourself, wild and raw and free). Whatsoever happened, it would remain your preference, no doubt—to disentangle the weapon from your core was neither wanted nor likely possible—but a supplement in magic did not hurt you. It weighed nothing; it was graceful; it was fierce.

And you were better than those two (the Sunstone and the Obsidian). This was simply another method by which to prove that.

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Bloated Contaminator by Johann Bodin

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

Ok so I just saw a post that said that the reason Good Omens is good is because Neil Gaiman was on set and as one of the original authors, could make sure everything was good.

Except that’s not always a good thing. It worked out in this case not because having the author on set is always inherently good but because Neil Gaiman also has experience with television and adaptations.

Merely being the author is actually not good enough when it comes to adapting something for television because that’s a separate skill. Like yes it’s great the author has a vision but can that vision be accomplished in a way that fits the schedule, actors, budget, and even tone of the show? Like the golden contacts on David Tennant were definitely a conversation at the beginning of season 1 because he can’t fucking see in them. If David hadn’t been able to accommodate that then it would have had to switch to CGI or using the contacts as little as possible, which would have meant changing some scenes. And if an author refuses to go through that process of ‘maybe this won’t work here’, then they would be a hindrance.

Like the show is good and I enjoyed it tremendously and I’m glad Neil Gaiman got to get what he wanted into it, but I also don’t think he would insist that he was The Factor That Made It Work.

Like there have been projects where authors on set have caused issues because they could not accept that adaptations by definition are different beasts and frequently can’t be exact to the book or series. And the author holding on too tight onto every detail can lead to something that is technically accurate but not good to watch.

[cellohorsead]

I uh... wanted to vent my horny thoughts into this post because I can lmao

Golly, a Kirin post! For context, Pepper here has been well fed on this day which tends to be the typical appearance of meeting her. So well fed that any form of capacity within her stomach is anything but available. How to even describe this? Overstuffed, engorged, swollen, bloated, taut, crammed to the brim, etc. You get the idea. Likely the results of binging into some buffet, drinking herself silly, both, maybe eating a hearty amount of equinoids, or some funny shrinking spell book working for once! The more perceptive folk would definitely notice her shallow breathing considering how much space her gut was forced to take up. Sometimes a little erratic, mind you. Just huffs, puffs, and little mutters of exasperated jubilance for the state she ended up in. This, in consequence, left her unable to belch too. No room for air, not even a loose pocket of gastric air within that dense mass to let out. Too full to move, too full to breathe correctly, too full to burp, such as the way with this ravenous glutton of a floofball... Oh, what's that? You are sure there is some space in there?!? Seriously, you will not hear not even a bubble of space inside there. I swear, give it a tap! You'll probably feel like you are knocking on an iron boulder that is twice as heavy as her!!! Don't expect her to be moving though, not with a tungsten ball equivalent sitting in her gut for maybe a few days tops... or a week, maybe? Gosh, I can't imagine the burbling and gurgling for those days, or even trying to waddle around so sluggishly once it's digested enough to allow locomotion. Not even a mushy or slushy sound liquifying all of it like Glwrolglsh or Slrglrglsh. More on par to tossing around a brick inside a spacious cauldron really... golly!

There is more, yes, but sorta related to some goofy ol' book... Oh dear... This no ordinary book...

ᴹ̴ᴼ̷ᴼ̷ᴺ̵ᴸ̷ᴵ̴ᴳ̵ᴴ̵ᵀ̶ ̸ᵂ̴ᴴ̵ᴵ̵ᵀ̶ᴱ̷ ̶/̵ ̴ᵂ̴ᴴ̷ᴵ̷ᵀ̷ᴱ̶ ̴ᴸ̷ᴵ̵ᴷ̵ᴱ̷ ̶ᴱ̴ʸ̷ᴱ̴ˢ̶ ̵/̷ ̵ᴺ̷ᴼ̸ᵀ̴ ̸ᴸ̴ᴵ̵ᴳ̴ᴴ̵ᵀ̴ ̶ᴮ̶ᵁ̶ᵀ̵ ̶ᴮ̵ᴸ̶ᴼ̷ᴼ̴ᴰ̷ ̷/̵ ̵ᴵ̵ ̵ᴰ̷ᴿ̶ᴼ̷ᵂ̸ᴺ̵ ̸ᴵ̶ᴺ̴ ̴ᴴ̴ᴵ̵ᴹ̶ Ḿ̶͍̇̊̊̀̈͝ᴀ̵͇̿͐̏ᴋ̵̝̘̰͇̝̙̰͑̈́̄͊̚͠ᴇ̴̻͊͜ ̴̨͔͎̮̝̳̬̄̈̾ᴜ̶̰̱͎̦͇̒͐ͅŝ̸͈̗͓̻̫͆ ̴̡̅̈́̐̀͒͗̚ᴡ̵̼͖̠͎̰͙̈́ʜ̶͉̰̝̆͒̕͜͜͝ᴏ̵̗͙̗͗̓̀̃̉̾̍ʟ̶̹͈̤̝̒ͅᴇ̸̨͚̠͖̌̀̏͝ Ḿ̶͍̇̊̊̀̈͝ᴀ̵͇̿͐̏ᴋ̵̝̘̰͇̝̙̰͑̈́̄͊̚͠ᴇ̴̻͊͜ ̴̨͔͎̮̝̳̬̄̈̾ᴜ̶̰̱͎̦͇̒͐ͅŝ̸͈̗͓̻̫͆ ̴̡̅̈́̐̀͒͗̚ᴡ̵̼͖̠͎̰͙̈́ʜ̶͉̰̝̆͒̕͜͜͝ᴏ̵̗͙̗͗̓̀̃̉̾̍ʟ̶̹͈̤̝̒ͅᴇ̸̨͚̠͖̌̀̏͝ Ḿ̶͍̇̊̊̀̈͝ᴀ̵͇̿͐̏ᴋ̵̝̘̰͇̝̙̰͑̈́̄͊̚͠ᴇ̴̻͊͜ ̴̨͔͎̮̝̳̬̄̈̾ᴜ̶̰̱͎̦͇̒͐ͅŝ̸͈̗͓̻̫͆ ̴̡̅̈́̐̀͒͗̚ᴡ̵̼͖̠͎̰͙̈́ʜ̶͉̰̝̆͒̕͜͜͝ᴏ̵̗͙̗͗̓̀̃̉̾̍ʟ̶̹͈̤̝̒ͅᴇ̸̨͚̠͖̌̀̏͝

Aight, that's all. Time to lurk

[llycaons]

children's books that went downhill to the extent that they started to read like fanfiction for themselves

guardians of ga'hoole after book 6 (returned after a natural ending point)

maximum ride after book 3 (returned after a natural ending point)

percy jackson after the second series, and arguably the first (returned after a - well do I even have to say it)

[fiveamandawake]

i am taking periods to the next level

[gremlinarmand]

The internet is so so good at psychological torture cause tell me why I just had a mini meltdown over how I’ve been eating post-surgery and how that’s affecting how I look and then got like four weight loss tiktoks in a row