#make me full

[plumpedxprincess]

"i want to get bigger"

this was an increasingly bigger problem with each pregnancy. as soon as you were finished you just wanted to get pregnant again, get even bigger this time.

fertility drugs, weight gain shakes, quitting your job all made this possible. but after four pregnancies, the last where you were almost entirely immobile for the last two months, made your partner wonder if you could get even bigger.

this time though, you were pregnant with triplets.

each of your last four pregnancies were just singletons, but you still had managed to get big. finally, you had numbers on your side.

you noticed a difference within weeks. your belly plumped out, you womb joining your plush thighs, wide hips and milky breasts. you were still nursing your last baby, leaving your tits huge and sensitive always.

you could barely waddle around the house by the time you were in your second trimester. taking care of the little ones requires lots of energy, cooking and cleaning up after them.

but you still found time to focus on yourself.

as soon as dinner was finished and your partner arrived home you ate the rest of the leftovers and settled into the couch with a homemade milkshake.

by the time you had to get up and tuck the little ones in bed, you were feeling fit to burst. your belly was already hanging low and your hips had widen to carry the extra weight. you found yourself bumping into the door frame of each room more often than not and wondered if one day you would be too big to fit through at all.

"you're almost too big to walk," your partner says as you rub your belly trying to get the little ones to calm down so you can sleep. they've been kicking so much lately.

"mhm," you mumble, snacking on some chips you brought to bed.

your partner comes to lay up against you, spooning you with a hand on the expanse of your belly. the touch feels good and possessive.

"i think that's what you want isn't it," they say as they reach around to touch your clit, their fingers knowing exactly what to do to make you squirm. "to get too big."

you moan at the sensation, trying to reach for them but you're nearly stuck on your side, rubbing your hands across your sensitive nipples.

they rub you in all the right places, waking you up and waking your babies too. and then, they get up from the bed, staring at you with gratification dancing in their eyes.

you try to sit up, try to move and you can't.

"too big to sit up? too big to move?" they taunt, coming over to massage your belly, leaving the babies restless and moving around. you let out a groan as they jostle your belly, limbs sticking in every direction through your plush midsection.

you can't even see past your boobs and belly, breathing heavily as the weight of your decisions sits on top of you. youve truly never been bigger.

and still it's not enough.

you gaze dazedly at your partner as you both rub your gargantuan belly. you know they know what you're thinking.

"you want to get bigger still, don't you?" they ask.

always.

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[bereft-of-frogs]

There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation

because WHAT are people talking about sometimes

[msparrowscribbles]

Scar's bringing such an energy to this season, huh

(this is my first attempt posting something in this very sketchy style asdgjsafs we'll see how I feel about it - designs are inspired by aresonist's lovely designs)

[chloesimaginationthings]

The day FNAF Charlie Emily was shut out..

[sparklingthedas]

Astarion lectures of disappointment >>>

[podargus-strigoides]

every image of a tawny frogmouth is perfection. i've never seen a single picture of a tawny that dissapoints.

[suntails]

growing up!

[pangur-and-grim]

it's funny, I was talking to someone last night who didn't really know what an illustrator was. so when I introduced myself as one, he gave a speech that would've probably gone over well with a gallery artist, but which was precision-tailored to make any illustrator within a 50 mile radius go into eyes-glowing-red kill mode.

his speech was about how there is a difference between craft and art, and how people can practice craft (as in, skillfully execute a painting) without it having any artistic merit.

so I'm someone who gets paid to paint waffles for restaurant menus and dinosaurs for museums exhibits, and AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! you can't make art without it being something something you've made. does that make sense? like every illustrator I know has an individual way of approaching any given imagery that is informed by a lifetime of inspiration, and of passive intake of culture, and of the specific mistakes they make because of whatever their particular mass of grey matter deems as important thing to render or unimportant, just fuck it up.

I can make something that is informed by both a century of Canadian print-making and by my own particular neurosis, and it can also be commissioned commercial imagery that I regurgitate without care because I want to pay my mortgage. everything is art, nothing isn't art, art is something sticky and impossible to shake off of you.

anyway he got very wide-eyed and said "I'm sorry if I offended you," so today I feel a bit bad for having gotten so, uh.... excited.

[thechekhov]

Harrow's necromantic power includes the ability to create underlighting whenever it's necessary.

Bonus:

[plumpedxprincess]

thinking about my belly sticking out in front of me

thinking about having to waddle everywhere

thinking about my hips, thighs and ass getting thicker

thinking about my tits going up two cup sizes

thinking about stretched skin and spreading my legs to let my belly rest between them

thinking about feeling to full, filled to the brim

thinking about barely being able to reach my pussy but getting off anyway

thinkifn about clothes barely fitting even though they fit last week

thinking about looking in the mirror and wondering what happened how did so much change in just a few months

thinking about being overdue and balancing between thinking i'm too big and thinking i want to get bigger

thinking about giving birth and immediately doing it all over again

[ash-and-starlight]

Sokka baulked. "I'm not getting on that." "That," said Zuko, "is my baby." Zuko's baby, a fifty foot dragon, huffed. Great white plumes of smoke issued out of his nostrils and buffeted around Sokka. "Play nice, Druk," said Zuko, laughing

for The Mercy of Magpies chapter 2!

as always written by thee wonderful showstopping incredible @ranilla-bean ✨

chapter post || cover || map and characters

[chalkrub]

dinosaur in a lab coat - would you trust her with operating the centrifuge

[mangozic]

michael shelley I would die for you

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Afton kids deserved better in FNAF..

[ivi-prism]

I am a hater and I hope the Minecraft Live Action Hyperrealistic CGI Movie fails and Hollywood stops with hyperrealistic adaptations of things that should straight up just be animated movies