#necronomicon providence

[dunwichdumbass]

One day I will go to the East coast and go to NecronomiCon Providence but for now here’s to another year of playing Arkham horror the card game while listening to cryochamber

[jinx-aesthel]

Throwback to NecronomiCon Providence 9 years ago with The Shoggoth Assembly!!

[hoodedfigure-no99]

Last night was a blast. Met this cool dude, got to wear his crown and everything

[hplovecraftmuseum]

A beautiful painting advertising the NecronomiCon Providence for 2019. This Lovecraft related convention has been an important ongoing celebration of the life and literature of Master of Horror H. P. Lovecraft for several decades. For information on upcoming events contact The Lovecraft Arts & Sciences Council at their on-line website. NecronomiCon-Providence.com. (Exhibit 398)

[coweatman]

[kristipetersenschoonover]

NECRONOMICON PROVIDENCE is ALMOST HERE!

Truth be told, my blog’s usually pretty quiet—because I’m always slammed with other writing projects, and honestly, my craft and art come first, and this summer was absolutely no exception. I still have lots to share, but for now: NECRONOMICON PROVIDENCE is almost here, and I can’t wait! Here’s my committed (meaning these are things I absolutely will not miss; the rest is fluid) schedule…

[midnight-bay-if]

I read the ask about MC coming back to life and thought "How would they react if it was the opposite?". So the scenario is as follows, ROs died in MC's arms, MC begs them in their last moments not to abandon them and if they close their eyes they won't rest a day until they can see them back. ROs can't respond and die, BUT soon after they open their eyes as if they had actually just blinked. In fact they are in a completely different place, with a kind of drawing like a magic circle around them and naked without any wounds, then they look around confused and see MC, who even though hasn't changed in appearance, or is very similar to the last moment RO saw them, there is something arcane in their presence, not evil, but magical. Then MC takes a deep breath and says

"I had to fight five demons, two angels and read a cheap copy of necronomicon to be able to accomplish this without sacrificing anyone." then MC starts crying and jumps into RO's arms and hugs them with all their strength, as if they were afraid that RO would suddenly disappear "And all of this was worth it for this single moment! Don't ever leave me again you bastard!". How would the ROs react?

Sorry for the long ask, I got carried away.

(I will answer this prompt as it has come, but I thought I would throw in some lore here since it might provide a clue for a certain character. So, necromancy is actually outlawed in my little universe. The reason is that it actually always takes a sacrifice of some kind. There’s no getting around it. Death for life is always the exchange. Also, it’s very powerful magic that only a select few left know how to perform. Just a fun tidbit that some might find interesting. Now, for fun, I will answer the prompt as it is.)

S: They feel your weight press against them, inhaling the scent of you they have grown so familiar with. It takes a moment for their mind to catch up. S always knew you were special. It was obvious from the first moment you met. That tenacity, that strength, it was what drew them to you. But this? It scares them. Death should feel weightier than this. It shouldn’t feel like merely waking up from a long sleep. Their limbs are stiff, their throat dry, their skin tight… but otherwise, fine.

The moment of death comes back in flashes. A miscalculation, a moment of weakness, and that’s all it took. Life is a fickle bitch.

Regaining their bearings, S finally hugs you back, gripping your shirt so tightly it stretches. “I… fear what you must have gone through, darling. Words cannot express the depth of my sorrow. So, for now, I will remain quiet. I am here, love. I will not leave you again.”

Rain: They blink as if waking from a long sleep, but you are pressed against them tearfully, and everything hits them in a rush. Death. They died. So, how are they here now? They take a cursory glance around and see the ingredients, the circle, the book… Then, MC’s words as they regained consciousness… Oh, no.

Rain grips you tightly, one hand at your waist, the other buried in your hair. “I’m so sorry,” they whisper, tears in their eyes, “you are so strong. So strong. But you can stop now, okay? I’m here.” Rain pulls away enough to see your face, pressing a now warm hand to your cheek. "I love you so much."

Taj: They breathe sharply. Their chest feels strangely tight. They glance down at their hands, taking in the details as you hang off them, afraid to let go. Everything seems as it should, but after what you said… Shit like this shouldn’t be possible. It’s fucking nuts. You’ve always been so nondescript, so human… How could they have been so wrong?

Taj pulls away, both hands gripping your shoulders hard enough to mark. They stare into your eyes, soaking in the details, the evidence of how you have over-exerted yourself. “You fuckin’ idiot,” they whisper with evident affection. “Don’t you ever do anything like that for me again, you hear?” Then, they yank you back to their chest, holding you fiercely.

N: There isn't much that scares them, but this... They breathe heavily, still waiting for their hammering heart to reacclimatize to beating. They feel your nails digging into the skin of their back as you clutch at them with surprising strength. It all works to ground them.

Death for demons is a shameful journey. Demons are supposed to be powerful, controllers, and unparalleled manipulators. Demons are not supposed to be saved by their human lovers. Yet, feeling your weight in their arms and the tears you weep for them... all they feel is pride.

"There, there, my dear," they whisper, running a gentle hand through your hair. "It's over now. I am here. And it would take the destruction of cities to tear me from you again."

Umbra: The sensation is oddly familiar. But being uncomfortable in one's skin isn't a new experience for Umbra. At first, Umbra isn't even sure what happened. Their heavy eyelids open, and it takes your voice and desperate embrace to keep them from shutting again.

As you cling to them, Umbra glances around the space, and everything becomes clear. "No..." they whisper, gripping you back tightly. They dare not ask about it. They couldn't bear to hear you suffering in their name. For once, they don't move. They enjoy the closeness of your heat and breathe in the scent so distinctly yours. Just for a while. "I wish you hadn't... but thank you."

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Mystical Items & Objects

Examples in Mythology and Literature

Pandora's Box

The god Prometheus stole fire from heaven to give to the human race, which originally consisted only of men

To punish humanity, the other gods created the first woman, the beautiful Pandora

As a gift, Zeus gave her a box, which she was told never to open

However, as soon as he was out of sight she took off the lid, and out swarmed all the troubles of the world, never to be recaptured

Only Hope was left in the box, stuck under the lid

Anything that looks ordinary but may produce unpredictable harmful results can thus be called a Pandora's box

Hermes' Winged Sandals

Also called the Talaria of Mercury

Are winged sandals, a symbol of the Greek messenger god Hermes (Mercury)

They were said to be made by the god Hephaestus of imperishable gold and they flew the god as swift as any bird

Cintamani Stone

Also referred to as the Chintamani

A wish-fulfilling stone that features across both Hindu and Buddhist religions

The stone features as one of many Mani Jewel (i.e., several gems that are mentioned prominently in Buddhist literature) images that can be found in the scripture of Buddhism

In Hinduism, the stone is connected to the gods Ganesha and Vishnu

Usually, it is depicted as a jewel in Vishnu’s possession known as the Kaustubha

The Kaustubha acts as a sign of divine authority

Arcane Artifacts & Objects

Offer a gateway between time past and time present, bringing layers of ancient history and new-world intrigue to a narrative

Such items are typically represented in fiction as works of long-lost knowledge, primordial features or landmarks, and curious objects of mysterious origin

Often lying dormant until the pivotal moment of discovery, these items invite characters and readers alike into a dance with the unknown

Examples: Necronomicon, Genie's Bottle

Necronomicon

Also referred to as the Book of the Dead

It appears in stories by H.P. Lovecraft

A dark grimoire (i.e., a magician's manual for invoking demons and the spirits of the dead) of forbidden knowledge

Used to open gateways of unearthly powers and cosmic horrors

Genie's Bottle

The classic magical item from mythology, also featured in Aladdin

A vessel of wish fulfillment that often leads to dramatic and unexpected consequences

Doorways & Portals

Doorways in fiction serve as gateways between worlds, dimensions, or states of reality, providing characters with universe-hopping capabilities and genre-defying journeys

These portals, whether physical structures or fantastical mechanisms, open up limitless storytelling possibilities, allowing for sudden shifts in setting and introducing elements of surprise and surrealism

Examples:

C.S. Lewis' wardrobe in The Chronicles of Narnia serves as a secret portal to a fantasy world, bridging the mundane with the fantastical

The eponymous board game in Jumanji transports its players into a wild and perilous jungle adventure, wrenching them from the safety of their living room

Jewelry, Gems, and Garments

Along with other various accessories, these serve several narrative functions, from symbolizing power and status to bestowing unique abilities upon their wearers

These items can act as plot catalysts (i.e. MacGuffins), embody character traits, or hold deep cultural or magical significance within a story’s world

Example: The Amulet of Mara in Skyrim not only reduces the cost of Restoration spells but also unlocks marriage options for the player, integrating gameplay with the narrative

Legendary Objects of Power

Carry with them stories of grandeur and lore, passed down through generations and intertwined with the fates of those who wield them

These are the objects that make or break worlds, bestow immense strength, and are frequently considered among the most powerful items in fiction

Example: Though it's never actually been seen, the Kusanagi Sword from Japanese folklore is a fabled sword that represents valor, said to be endowed with divine powers

Machinery and Technologies

Stretch the boundaries of physics and logic to offer a glimpse into what could be possible in alternate or future universes

These innovations, whether grounded in current science or verging on the fantastical, propel narratives forward and deepen the complexity of the story’s world

Writers can leverage these technological wonders to enhance their storytelling, using them to explore themes of power, ethics, and the human relationship with technology

Example: The body shields in Dune generate a protective forcefield around the wearer—advanced technology that current militaries can only dream of

Mundane Everyday Items

Possess extraordinary storytelling potential to transform the unassuming into the unforgettable

Seemingly ordinary, these objects can surprise both characters and readers, unveiling hidden depths and abilities when least expected

These seemingly mundane objects could fall into unsuspecting hands and create chaos or catalyze a hero’s journey

Additionally, they might only reveal their true nature to those worthy or capable of wielding their power, which can set the stage for narratives that are centered around discovery and mastery

Example: Oscar Wilde’s Portrait of Dorian Grey presents art as a vessel for dark magic, encapsulating the protagonist’s sins while he remains untouched by time

Sources: 1 2 3 4 ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[anim-ttrpgs]

So considering how to make a mystery. I'm thinking with my person (Dr zombies)and instance (making zombies) that'll be the centre of mystery then how they would go about achieving their aims and how they would try to cover it up, followed by what allies they would need.

Does that make sense a process?

We are answering this ask assuming that Dr. Zombies is the antagonist of the mystery, and that the PCs are trying to uncover the mystery of how or why there's suddenly zombies so they can put a stop to it.

In that case, yes, to write a good Eureka mystery, you start with What Happpened:

The character has managed to successfully create zombies, was successfully able to cover it up, and had various allies and resources necessary to do all of this.

Now, how does that happen? Go backwards from there. How did they create the zombies? Did they need to get certain materials? Or acquire certain knowledge? Maybe an ominous necronomicon, or some hidden formula? How did they learn of its existence in the first place?

Who did they talk to about this? What evidence and witnesses did this leave behind? Did they have to break into somewhere to get any of that stuff? What evidence does that leave behind?

To make this an adventure module, just keep doing that until the whole story is complete, and write it out in full for the GM's eyes only. Then provide the GM with a series of locations and NPCs, detailing the evidence and witnesses that What Happened left behind. This evidence is what the PCs will be following to eventually get to the truth.

[anhed-nia]

Hey horror friends, I am going to be presenting this special Miskatonic Institute of Horror Studies event as part of NecronomiCon Providence this weekend!

This guy is a killer speaker and I'm looking forward to hearing him live, myself. His talk will NOT be available online, so get thine ass to Providence and if you see me around, please say hello!

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Black Hat Totally Has The Voorhees As Black Hat Organization Members

It would be probably how Pamela got the necronomicon she probably made a deal with Black Hat to find a way to bring back her son and she was provided resources to do so. In the meantime, she got help from Black Hat keeping Camp Crystal Lake closed until in 1979 when it was being opened again and she went on a massacre that led to her death. And from there was brought Jason who would make a deal with Black Hat as well to continue killing in his mother's name. Recently he has been dormant due to in the Villainous world payment issues but once they are sorted out he will continue killing to his delight.

[creature-wizard]

One thing I learned in witchcraft and the occult is just how many people just... say stuff that you really can't take too seriously. Whether they're innocently misled, or just aren't using great critical thinking skills, or are just making stuff up for clout, people will just say a lot of things that just aren't worth putting any stock in. Whether it's because actual evidence precludes their claims, or because people making these kinds of claims are consistently unable to provide evidence, or because promised events or results fail to manifest, or because it was obvious that their claim is just a variation on a stock lie, or because the methods they used to glean their information are subjective at best and notoriously unreliable at worst, or because it's just statistically absurd, I just... learned to take these people with a grain of salt.

A thing I noticed real fast when I started researching UFO, New Age, and conspiracy stuff, is just how many people had the exact same vibe, or were making near-identical claims to the people I'd learned not to take too seriously.

"This alien told me that giant solar flares will destroy all of our modern technology in three years" versus "Odin came and told me that Ragnarok is upon us, we have to prepare ourselves for the final battle now!"

"The aliens told me that I was a genetic experiment with special DNA that gives me special clairvoyant powers to see the future with" versus "Apollo is my father and that makes me a more powerful witch than you!"

"Ancient people actually had incredibly advanced technology, but the government is concealing it from us" versus "all pagans worshiped the Great Goddess in ancient times but the Church is hiding this from the masses."

"A mysterious man dropped off these CIA documents and vanished" versus "A mysterious man dropped off an old manuscript of the Necronomicon and vanished."

"I went under hypnosis and recalled suppressed memories of an alien abduction!" versus "I underwent hypnosis and recalled memories of a past life where I was burned at the stake for practicing Wicca."

"I sneaked into the secret underground base and stole these papers" versus "I found this mysterious old book proving the existence of this pagan cult in an old abandoned attic!"

"Ex-Satanist speaks out about Satanic bloodlines!" versus "My family's grimoire goes all the way back to ancient times!"

And so on and so forth.

Just... after you learn what bullshit looks like in one presentation, you can recognize it in other presentations. Because at the core they're all the same sorts highly doubtful claims; they're just being told in different frameworks and worldviews.

[n1ghtm4r3-p01s0n]

The Ultimate Emo/Scene Name List - WARNING: Long post, and make sure you read the trigger warnings!

Having trouble coming up with a name for yourself? Do you planning on using a part of your real name but can’t find a word to go with it? Well, worry no more!

Today, I’m here to provide as comprehensive a list as possible! I’ve scoured the internet, and some sources have some problematic suggestions. So, my goal is to break down possible names into easy to understand categories. Obviously, this will be a VERY long list, so keep that in mind. There is also a section purely made up of words used in the past that are to be used/reclaimed at one's own risk/discretion due to the words being used to oppress or belittle various minority groups. I will also be sharing my sources at the bottom for stuff I used from online, alongside any trigger warnings that may be needed. Without further ado, let’s go! Also feel free to reblog with suggestions to add!

TRIGGER WARNING: Some of the suggestions include elements of horror, violence, weaponry, gore etc.

Animals

Rex (as in T-Rex)

Stegosaurus

Wolf/Wolfe

Kitty

Bunny

Lynx

Hawk

Eagle

Moth

Spider

Raven (also applicable to pop culture - see Raven from Teen Titans and Raven Queen from Ever After High)

Claw/Clawed

Fang

Animal

Beast/Beastly

Carnivore/Carnivorous

Jurassic (as in the Jurassic Period, also applicable to pop culture (see Jurassic Park))

Snake

Chameleon

Jungle

Hyena

Cheetah

Fossil

Sabertooth

Skink

Deer

Vole

Weasel

Ferret

Moose

Ermine

Shrew

Mouse

Rat

Corvid

Magpie

Pigeon

Bee

Wasp

Butterfly

Tarantula

Velociraptor

Serpent

Viper

Cat

Rattlesnake

Cobra

Bat

Monsters

Vampire

Werewolf

Zombie

Monster/Monsta/Monstar

Ghoul

Demon

Angel/Angelic

Reaper (also applicable to foods (Reaper Pepper))

Ghost

Fallen (as in Fallen Angel)

Curse/Cursed (in reference to witchcraft)

Hex (in reference to witchcraft)

Boo (common saying associated with Halloween and cartoony ghosts)

Bone (in reference to skeletons)

Sacrificed/Sacrificial (in reference to religious rites)

Dead/Deadly/Death/Deathless

Immortal

Alien

Extraterrestrial

Anomaly/Anomalous (also applicable to pop culture, in reference to the SCP Foundation)

Damned

Eerie

Creepy

Exorcism/Exorcist

Ghastly

Imp

Succubus/Succubi

Incubus/Incubi

Undead

Abominable

Devil

Supernatural (also applicable to pop culture, reference to Supernatural TV show)

Paranormal

Sacred/Sacrament

Specter/Spectre

Banshee

Poltergeist

Siren (also applicable to music, see Sleeping with Sirens)

Dragon

Dragon Slayer

Kraken

Archangel

Starship

Halloween

Dragon Slayer

Angelface

Mermaid

Pop Culture

Jigsaw (as in Jigsaw from the Saw franchise)

Ghostface (from the Scream franchise)

Krueger (as in Freddy Krueger from Nightmare on Elm Street)

Myers (as in Michael Myers from the Halloween franchise)

Voorhees (as in Jason Voorhees from the Friday the 13th franchise)

Chucky (as in Chucky from Child’s Play)

Lala (nickname for Draculaura from Monster High)

Hyde (as in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde)

Lestrange (as in character who shall not be named from franchise by TERF author that shall not be named)

Lockhart (another character from the franchise mentioned above)

Coraline (as in Coraline by Neil Gaiman)

Jinx/Jynx (League of Legends character)

Blitz (Helluva Boss character)

Loona (K-Pop group, Helluva Boss character)

Shadow (as in Shadow the Hedgehog)

Killer/Killa/Kyller (as in Jeff the Killer)

Grim/Grimm (as in Grim Reaper and the Brothers Grimm)

Eldritch (as in Eldritch Horror)

Eevee (from Pokemon; you can use any Pokemon you like)

Hellraiser (as in the film by Clive Barker)

Jabber (as in Jabberwocky from Alice in Wonderland)

Wonderland (as in Alice in Wonderland)

Jedi (from Star Wars)

Necronomicon (Evil Dead franchise)

Avenger (in reference to MARVEL's The Avengers)

Scourge (see Warrior Cats and Sonic Comics character)

Zelda (from Legend of Zelda)

Skellington (as in Jack Skellington from Nightmare Before Christmas)

Phantomhive (as in Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler)

HelloKitty (Sanrio character)

Akira (anime film of the same name)

Memetic (term used by the SCP Foundation)

Blackheart (as in the Ghost Rider villain)

Colours/Shades

Crimson (Red)

Black

Neon

Rouge (also applicable to pop culture)

Ruby

Violet

Indigo

Cyan

Blue

Rainbow/Rainbows

Porcelain

Green/Greene

Weapons/Violence/Semi-NSFW

Blade

Razor

Knucklebuster

Uppercut

Scar (also applicable to pop culture, Lion King character,)

Eyeball (body part)

Torture/Tortured/Torturous

Torment/Tormented

Fatal/Fatality (also applicable to pop culture, Mortal Kombat)

Brutal/Br00tal/Brutality/Brutally

Berserk/Berserker (also applicable to pop culture, see the anime 'Berserker')

Chainsaw

Hacksaw

Bear Trap

Grenade

Bomb/Pipebomb/Timebomb

Dynamite

Acid/Acidic

Heroin

Marijuana/Mary-Jane

Cannabis

Alcohol/Alcoholic

Booze

Vodka

Brandy

Whiskey

Blood/Bloody/Bloodied

Flesh

Gore/Guro

Raw

Casualty

Crackhead

DrugAddict

Erotic/Ero/Erotica

Explosive

Execute/Execution/Executor

Beheaded

Decapitation/Decapitated

Flailing

Gutting

Handgun

Hangman

Homicide

Hostage

Hurt (also applicable to emotions)

Pain/Pained/Painful (also applicable to emotions)

Jackknife

Laceration/Lacerations

Attack

Murder/Murderous/Murderotic

Massacre

Assassin/Assassination

Regicide

Cannibal/Cannibalism

Cyanide

Pothead

Suffocate/Suffocation

Steroid

Puncture

Violence/Violent

Wound/Wounded

Bruise/Bruised

Serrated

Gruesome

Autopsy

Asphyxia/Asphyxiation

Curbstomp

Assault

Battery (also applicable to technology)

Annihilation

Addict/Addicted/Addiction/Addictive

Arson/Arsonist

Ambush

Crucifixion/Crusifixion

Tequila

Beatdown

Throwdown

Arsenic

Collision

Manslaughter

Bite/Bites

Plants

Belladonna

Nightshade

Wolfsbane

Rose

Lily

Sakura

Toadstool

Thorn (also applicable to pop culture, see Thorn of the Hex Girls from Scooby Doo)

Hazel

Foods

Cupcake/Kupcake/Cuppycake/Kuppycake

Strawberry

Lollipop

Candy

Cocoa/Kokoa (alternatively; Coco/Koko)

Chilli

Cheyenne (as in Cheyenne Pepper)

Cookie

Pumpkin

Jawbreaker

Jerky

Juicebox

Caffeine/Caffeinated

Treat

Macha

Skittles/Skittlez

Ambrosia (also applicable to mythology (food of the Greek gods))

Smoothiecake

Smoothie

Teacup

Slushie

Coffee

Sugar/Sugarrush

Space

Luna

Stellar/Stella (also applicable to pop culture, Helluva Boss character)

Nova

Mars

Pluto (also applicable to mythology, Roman counterpart to Hades)

Galaxy

Meteor/Meteorite

Nebula

Stardust

Star

Mythology

Persephone (Greek Goddess)

Hel (Norse Goddess)

Fenrir (Norse God)

Thanatos (Greek God)

Baba/Yaga (Slavic folklore character)

Artemis (Greek Goddess)

Freyja (Norse Goddess)

Cerberus (Greek Creature)

Hades (Greek God)

Loki (Norse God)

Medusa (Greek folklore character, can also reference the piercing)

Satan (Ars Goetia demon)

Beelzebub (Ars Goetia demon)

Athena (Greek Goddess)

Lucifer (Ars Goetia demon, Bible figure)

Technology

Error

Hack/Hacker

Analog

Digital

Malware

Virus

Corruption/Corrupted

Java

Machine

Mechanical

.exe (or similar file extensions, such as .sai, .txt, .rar, .szs, .psd etc)

Robo/Robot/Bot

Animatronic

Electronic (also applicable to music)

Automaton

Automatic

Systematic

Syntax

Emotions

Heartbroken

Heartless

Depressed

Lonely/Loneliness

Hopeless

Helpless

Ache

Envy/Envious/Envied

Hatred

Jealous/Jealousy

Lust/Lustrous

Shock/Shocked/Shocking

Panic/Panicked/Panicking (also applicable to music, see Panic! At The Disco)

Cowardly (also applicable to pop culture, Courage the Cowardly Dog)

Rage/Raging

Scared

Confusion/Confused

Wrath/Wrathful

Minerals/Crystals/Metals

Onyx

Amethyst

Obsidian

Titanium

Steel

Sulphur

Mercury (also applicable to mythology)

Uranium

Garnet

Pearl

Topaz

Quartz

Iron

Silver

Jewel

Gem

Crystal/Krystal

Diamond

Amber

Azure (also applicable to colours/shades)

Elements/Natural Phenomena

Blaze

Fire/Fiery

Flame

Hellfire

Ember

Poison

Venom (also applicable to pop culture, Spider-Man character)

Drowned/Drowning (also applicable to pop culture (Minecraft mob) and weapons/violence)

Hurricane

Typhoon

Tsunami

Earthquake

Tornado

Storm

Thunder/Thunderstorm

Blizzard

Dust Devil

Toxic

Volcano

Eruption/Erupted

Electric

Spark

Frozen

Hail

Ignite/Ignition

Lightning

Magma

Night

Sunset

Twilight

Aurora (as in Aurora Borealis, can also be applied to music if you wanna reference the singer AURORA)

Inferno

Frost/Frosty

Music

Metalhead

Melody

Megalovania (song from Undertale)

Brightside (song by the Killers)

Hatsune/Miku (in reference to Hatsune Miku)

VOCALOID

Synthesizer

Orchestra

Symphony

Rave/Raver

Rock

Anthrax (also applicable to 'Use at Own Risk')

Bring _ The Horizon/_ Brings The Horizon (reference to Bring Me The Horizon)

_ Eat World (reference to Jimmy Eat World)

Jitterbug (phrase used in 'Wake Me Up Before You Go Go' by Wham and title of Hachiya Nanashi VOCALOID track)

Jitterdoll (niki VOCALOID track)

Serenade

Breakdown (also applicable to 'Use At Own Risk')

USE AT OWN RISK

These are names that have been used in the past BUT often rely on oppressive stereotypes involving women, mental illness/disorders, LGBTQIA+ people, Indigenous people and so on. Some of these are also just straight up mental/medical conditions and medications. I would advise only picking one of these if it is a term you wish to reclaim for yourself. Do so at your own risk.

Insane/Insanity

Delirious

Demented

Psychotic/Psychosis/Psychopath

Nuclear

Bitch

Whore

Crazy

Hallucinate/Hallucination

Haywire

Suicide/Suicidal (also applicable to pop culture - see Suicidal Sadie CreepyPasta)

Mania/Manic

Maniac/Maniacal

Paranoia/Paranoid

Savage

Mad

Fag/Faggot (only reclaim if you are LGBTQIA+)

Mental

Xanax/Xamax

Schizophrenia/Schizophrenic

Dementia

Genocide (added to here and not to 'weaponry/violence/semi-NSFW' due to the current genocides happening in the world)

Warfare (added here for the same reason as above)

Asylum

Amphetamine

Hooker

Neurotic

MISC IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

A

Accidental

Axis

Ambitious

Amazing

Apocalypse/Apocalyptic/Apokalypsis

Abyss

Abdomen

Amor/Amore

Ambition

Apparel

Atomic/Attomick/Attomik

Atrophy

Alluring

Asshole/Asswhole

Abrasive

Atelophobia

Arachnophobia

Abstract

Adorable

Anonymous

Audacious

Antorcha (Spanish for 'torch')

Avenge

B

Baby

Bang

Blah

Boom

Brigade

Bombard/Bombardment

Blast

Biohazard/Biohazardous

Beauty/Beautiful/Beau

Bow

Bottom Jeans

Barbie

Babycake

Babydoll

Break/Breaks

Brave

Bacteria

Bandaid/Bandage

Blackout

Bittersweet (also applicable to foods and emotions)

Barbaric

C

Catastrophe/Catastrophic

Claustrophobia/Claustrophobic

Crash

Chaos

CreepyPasta

Crunch/Crunchy

Chuunibyou

Coward

Chick (also applicable to animals)

Carnage (also applicable to pop culture, see Spider-Man villain)

Chaosbaby

D

Daring (also applicable to pop culture)

Devious

Darling

Disaster

Daydreaming

Destruction

Doll/Dolly

Decay/Decayed/Decaying

Dark/Darkened

Deceit/Deceitful

Daily

Dial

Deutschland

Danger

Destroy

Discord

E

Ecstatic

Ecstasy

Emergency

Extreme

Echo

Exposure

Enchanted

Endanger

Enigma/Enigmatic

Epidemic

Endemic

Egotistic/Egotistical

Entropy

EatsZombies

F

Frightful

Foul

Foe

Futile

Flash

Flicker

Feeble

Funeral/Funerary

Forsaken/Forsakened

G

Girly

Gab

Gangster

Glitter

Gorgeous/Goregeous

Gluttony

H

Havoc

Hazard

Heartbreaker

Heist

Hiatus

Hoax

Hyper

Heart

Horizon

Hollywood

I

Impolite

Immature

Ill

Iris

Infection/Infected

J

J'Adore (also applicable to pop culture, see Jade J'Adore from Bratzillaz)

Jailbait

Jaundice

Jaywalk

Jeopardy

Jingle

Jive

Joint

Jubilate/Jubilee

Junction

Juxtapose

K

Katastrophe/Katastrophic

Krunch/Krunchy

Kawaii

King

Kitching/Keching

Killjoy (also applicable to music, see My Chemical Romance)

L

Lush

Loathe

Lovely

Lucky

Legendary

Light (also applicable to pop culture, Light Yagami)

Luz (also applicable to pop culture, Luz Noceda)

Love/Luve/Luv

Leper/Leperacy

Litterbug

M

Macabre

Macroscopic

Mafia

Magnetic

Malady

Malice

Mutiny

Malediction

Marauder (also applicable to pop culture - won't say the name but you know what franchise this was popularised in)

Medical

Membrane

Mesmerize

Metallic

Mortician/Mortuary/Morticia (last one applicable to pop culture, in reference to Morticia Addams)

Mortified

Mystery

Myth

Mayday (also applicable to popculture, see Mayday from No Straight Roads and the Helluva Boss character Verosika Mayday)

Malevolent/Malevolence

Millionaire

McCrackin

Monstrawrface

Miracle/Miraculous (also applicable to pop culture, see Miraculous Ladybug)

Morgue

N

Ninja

Notorious

Nocturnal/Nokturnal

Naughty

Nasty

Nihilist/Nihilistic/Nihilism

Nightmare

Necro

Necromancer/Necromancy

Necrotising (in reference to Necrotising Fasciitis)

Nefarious

Neuron

Nerd/Nerdified

O

Overdrive

Original

Outcast

Odd

Obscure

Obsolete

Obsession

Oblivion

P

Prince/Princess

Punk

Plastic

Parable (also applicable to pop culture, see The Stanley Parable)

Pandemic

Pirate

Q

Queen/Queenie

Queer

Quack

R

Random

Revenge

Reckless

Royal

Riot

Rebel

Rude

Rawr

Rad

Rotten

Ravenous

Ruthless

S

Sabotage

Scary

Silly

Sadist/Sadistic

Sahara

Salivate

Spectacular

Synthetic

Supercharged

Surrender

Stethoscope

Sublime

Sterile

Stealthy

Spinal

Spiffy

Sinister

Scoundrel

Scandal

Shell

Scene

Spookbat

T

Tears

Tragic/Tragedy

Terror

Trick/Trickster

Temptation

Terrible

Twisted

Trash

Tenacity

Trauma/Traumatised

Temptress

Tuberculosis

U

Unusual

Ultimate

Usurper

Urban

V

V.I.P

Vendetta (also applicable to pop culture, see V for Vendetta)

Velicious

Victorious/Victory

Vandal/Vandalism

Vain/Vanity

Vile

Vortex (also applicable to pop culture, Helluva Boss)

Void

Vengeance/Vengeful

Valentine/Valentines

W

Wacky/Whacky

Wicked

Wonder/Wonderful

Wise/Wisdom

Wreckless

X

Xtreme/X-treme

Xx/xX

XoXo/XOXO/X0X0

X-ray

Y

Young

Z

ZigZag

Zero (also applicable to pop culture, see Nightmare Before Christmas character)

SOURCES

http://esgbeauty.blogspot.com/p/scene-names-directory.html?m=1 (TRIGGER WARNING: site listed actual genocides as name suggestions (e.g. Holocaust) or elements related to genocides/wars (e.g. Kamikaze) - view at your own discretion. For this list, I opted to remove these suggestions as I think these are remnants of the edgy humour of the 2000s that is best being left behind.)

Some of these suggestions came from my friends and members in Scem0 K1dz (Discord server).

https://thescenebible.blogspot.com/2021/10/blog-post.html?m=1 (Currently working on slowly adding anything from here.) TRIGGER WARNING: A lot of names involve mental disorders, medical conditions and medications. I will be including some of these, mostly in the 'Use At Your Own Risk' section.

[tobiasdrake]

Well, that's terrifying. So, uh, what exactly is the plan here?

Every chapter sees the Least Compliant Danganronpa Cast try something to screw the Killing Game. For chapter 3, it's Angie's turn to take a crack at solving this problem. And her solution?

Why, martial law instituted by a spiritual leader with dictatorial power, of course!

Aside from some scant remarks that some of the members made earlier today, this is the first anybody's hearing about this. We didn't decide, as a group, to form a student council. Nobody voted for this.

But Angie and her followers have decided that they're in charge now and we all have to do what they say. Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with Gonta.

And just in case there's any doubt that this is anything but a religious cult masquerading as a political group by appropriating the language of democracy, Angie quickly confirms it.

That's not how democracy works, y'all.

With that, the theocratic dictatorship of Angie Yonaga is instated. Democratically elected by only a close group of her followers, who are the only ones who can be trusted to vote because Angie said so. Angie is now God-Queen of Ultimate Academy and will bring an end to the Killing Game via her own unilateral rules to police and govern when the students may do, enforced by her "council".

And her first order of business, of course?

Hoooooooooo boy....

We have in front of us an opportunity to bring one person back to life. There are four people dead, and valid arguments to resurrect any one of them - If we can even trust this, as some in the group bring up that the Necronomicon could be a trick of some kind.

There is a lot to discuss about this resurrection ritual, and a lot of debate to be had over how it's going to use. None of which we get to have, because Angie just swooped in and said, "As God-Queen of Ultimate Academy, my opinion is the only one that matters and I will decide who gets revived. Have a nice day."

Every attempt at thwarting the Killing Game from the Least Compliant Cast has, baked within it, a deadly flaw. This? This right here? This is the crack in Angie's plan.

Angie's plan to thwart the Killing Game is to instate dictatorial rule with herself as the Empress. In doing so, she's set herself up as the Single Point of Failure. She's generating a wealth of hostility in the out-group as well as complicated politics in the in-group, all of which is directed at her.

She thinks she's solved the Killing Game. What she's actually done is channeled it, accumulating all of the stress and fear and agitation that's built up over the course of the game, and directed it... at herself. Setting out to make enemies almost immediately with new regulations like: NO going outside during the night.

NO trying to escape through the inescapable secret backdoor tunnel that Monokuma provided to mock us.

NO using the Flashback Lights to try and recover your lost memories of the time that was taken from you.

It's pretty clear what's about to happen to her, right? We're moving steadily towards a point where everybody has a reason. That makes it all the more difficult to predict who it will be.

This is such an amazing setup. You couldn't ask for a more complex and intricate murder. This case is primed to be one of the greatest the series has ever seen.

...

...

Yeah. So.

[gnarliest-phone-dude]

Just takes a necronomicon (I think I spelled it right), and five candles. One of those things I can provide… which is the book. Any candle will do. Last time I did this, we used some crappy Yankee candles.

*He teleports away for a sec to get the Necronomicon*

“Oh, fuck, yeah, that is really easy. Huh.”

He reaches under the counter and pulls out five candles! He pulls out a matchbox along with it!

“We go these bad boys after some teens snuck in the back n’ summoned somethin’! I was allowed t’ keep ‘em!”

[gluttonemporium]

At Futaba’s signal, two hoses were lowered down into the mouths of both challengers by a set of tentacles. His eyes darting hungrily up the length of the hose, Morgana noticed two enormous tanks filled with sweet bubbly soda suspended in the air by Necronomicon, each tank easily the size of Futaba’s own street-filling gut! Mona was jostled again as his room-filling, waterbed belly vibrates with bouncing ripples as it *RUUUMBLED* in anticipation of the refreshment it now desperately craved.

Futaba planted her hands onto her hips, both easily sinking up to the wrist in the pale assflab that currently entirely blocked the street behind her and assumed her ‘power stance’ in preparation for the huge influx of weight to come streaming down into her own groaning gut. The gamer heaved up one pale, marshmallow tree-trunk thigh, it’s flab swinging, before planting it heavily on the ground like a sumo wrestler. The force of the impact propagated out from Futaba’s thigh— heaving flab slapping against her even softer underbelly—and sent rippling waves across the enormous gut that still consumed Mona’s vision of his rival. Futaba then followed suit with the other leg, providing her marshmallowy boulder of a gut enough room to pooch out some, her navel nearly kissing Mona’s own larger belly. Finally, the NEET clapped her hands on either side of the street filling mass and *pushed* with her thinner (relatively) arms. Fingers, wrists and eventually elbows all disappeared into the ‘leveled up’ mass of Oracle’s stomach, displacing fat elsewhere and pushing the pale marshmallowy pudge around her notorious navel like an avalanche of soft gamer girl fat into Mona’s inky black belly, sending bouncing waves back and forth over it’s soft expanse. As Mona sat determined and hungry, rocking and bobbing across the rippling fatty expanse of his waterbed belly, the collision seemed to have the added effect of rousing his bellypets: a small rounded imprint of Makoto’s head pushing up amidst the sea of catfat and exclaiming a very muffled, “Quit while you’re ahead Futaba!” soon being joined by another round lump close beside which may have been Sumire as she cheered, “You can do it Futaba!” before Morgana placed a paw on both bulges, gently pushing them back down beneath the sloshing waves of his belly, smugly as if to say “Don’t worry, she’ll be in here soon enough.”

As both of their jiggling guts came to a halt, there was a silent moment underlined only the the expectant growling of both challengers’ bellies until—SNAP! Futaba signaled again and syrupy cola surged down the hoses.

A liquid that wasn’t broth swelling out his cheeks to the size of jiggling medicine balls allowed Mona to realize just how thirsty he had been—so much food and so much fat girl curves really can make you parched—he needed all of this in his ocean of a belly as soon as possible! The catboy began taking deep, heavy *GALUMPHING* swallows, passing the rounded bulge of fizz from his swollen cheeks down his throat and into his room-filling waterbed of a gut, which wobbled and surged outwards and upwards with a rolling *GLUNK-SLOSH* after each greedy gulp, Mona’s vision inching rhythmically higher and higher and higher as his belly expanded out against Futaba’s own, comically large bulges of soda propelling quickly down the hose and into Morgana’s belly—*GALUMPH* *GLUNK-SLOSH*, *GALUMPH* *GLUNK-SLOSH*, *GALUMPH* *GLUNK-SLOSH*—until his view of her navel was completely smothered under his own jiggling black mass.

It wasn’t long until the catboy’s greedy gulps drew in only air, his waterbed stomach somehow even bigger and rounder from all the fizzy soda, having pushed him up, up, and up, like a tide of malleable, gurgling dough. Morgana ran a paw along the curved dome as it groaned airily, his gut rattling against layers of catfat as he peered over his churning gut at Futaba, he was still so thirsty, and now he was hungry again!

All her training had lead up to this, those hours chugging down entire two liters alone in her room at night had to mean something right? The NEET’s throat was open as wide as possible simply allowing the tanker’s worth of soda to rush uninhibited down her throat and into her gradually expanding stomach. Futaba mused to herself as she rubbed circles along her gut to relieve some strain, Mona might’ve gulped down her friends, but compared to her who lived to snack, he was still a total n00b! Besides, with a belly big enough to fill an entire ramen restaurant with pudge, there’s no way he could have room for anything else anyway! She could picture it now: sitting in her room sandwiched comfortably between her double-wide beanbag of an ass while her pale, marshmallowy flab completely overtook the rest of the room, nearly touching the ceiling, rippling and bulging soothingly in front of her, with Mona crammed in her sweaty navel, like an internal massage toy. Business as usual, really, give or take a few pounds, but knowing that she conquered the friend consuming blob would be a great achievement to cross off her list, and who knows maybe once she got them out Makoto, Haru, and Sumire would even—*GALUMPH*

Huh? Futaba was being yanked rhythmically down, feeling pressure building in a ring around her midsection—probably just gas—but no way was gas going to stop her from getting this victory royale! Faster and deeper she sucked bulges of soda down the tube, but still —*GALUMPH*—she felt the pressure growing and growing, moving up her tower of tummy foot by foot—*GALUMPH*, *GALUMPH*, *GALUMPH*. The enormous NEET still refused to give, a burp would totally disrupt her tempo now, and she was so close to the finish line *andohnothatwasdefinitlyatonguelappinguphernavel*. From the outside it was clear what was happening: Morgana was claiming his next bellypet. Each gulp made Mona’s entire shake and quiver, bobbing up and down like gelatin as he greedily attempted to force a girl almost half his size down his gullet. With another impossibly heavy wet *GALUMPH* Morgana’s lips crested Futaba’s head, sending her to join the rest of his bellypets struggling in the black jiggling *ocean* of cat blubber that was his belly. Morgana pushed and pushed his paws *deep* into his fat, his arms completely engulfed by his own belly as he attempted to aid Futaba’s descent into his cramped guts, while his mouth got hold of Futaba’s hose, gulping again with all his might —*GALUMPH*. Mona had intended merely to drain the tank of the rest of its soda to sate his thirst, but the force of his swallow was so great that Necronomicon’s tentacle became lodged in his throat—figuring the persona was part of Futaba and was therefore his bellypet as well, Morgana sucked the spacecraft down from tentacle to chassis like a noodle, sending it to join its master with another greedy *GALUMPH.*

Finally, Mona’s thirst had been sated with as much as he could drink and another in pet right where she belonged in his belly. The fat cat delivered a gentle *pat pat* to the nearest bulge he could see, forcing it back down into his cauldron of a gut, not even caring if it was Futaba or not.

“For aaauuuUUHRRPll—that ‘level grinding’ OUUUURP—racle, I wuuOOOOHHHURP—would’ve hoped—BLUUUHRRP—that you would’ve put up moOOOOUUURRROOORRP—of a—HIC—fight!” Morgana did the best he could to deliver his taunts to his newest challenger-turned-bellypet through the burps the soda had kicked up, who would’ve thought almost an entire water tower’s worth of soda and four enormously fat girls would’ve made him so gassy? Would Futaba even be able to hear him through all the layers of his fat or above the belches so loud they made its entire surface vibrate and jiggle and blew out the windows that remained in the ramen shop?

Whatever the case, for all of that hemming, hawing, and spectacle just to wind up right in his big fat belly with the rest of the girls, barely able to make as much as a small imprint! Mona grinned smugly as he continued to push down the increasingly faint bulges he could reach bobbing and bouncing among the black ocean of his fat as his bellypets struggled to make room for their new occupant—who could blame her, he thought, it was becoming clear none could hold a candle to the cat burglar’s belly!

Right, his belly. In the ensuing struggle to gulp down Necronomicon, Mona had been pulled upright, giving him the opportunity to admire his immensity from a different perspective. The fat catboy could see for all his gluttony he had earned a new meaning for the nickname ‘Monabus’: his gut had ballooned to three times it’s already inconceivable size, easily big enough to tower over a double-decker bus, and nearly able to fill not just a room but all of Leblanc’s first and second floors, floor to ceiling, corner to corner. Interesting at this angle Mona could see the shape of his belly had changed somewhat as well—the upper bulging roll of his gut seemed more rounded while the lower roll was much more pliable and soft, articles of debris sinking so deeply into the hungry, gurgling fat that it was as though they vanished. Forget Futaba’s ‘cute’ spare tire navel, Mona’s was big and deep enough to hold an entire *car* now!

Morgana swayed and wobbled atop his double decker bus sized stomach for a while before—* GRRRRUUUNNNNNMMMMBLEEERLRLR*. The cat’s eyes went wide as he was met with another deafening, belly-vibrating rumble emanating upwards from deep within his guts, a pocket of pressure fighting to rise beneath his mound of rippling flab. It took a few seconds just due to his sheer size but Mona could feel it building, pushing, and rising. Finally a visible bubble of air surged up Morgana’s throat and bulged out his cheeks each to the size Sumire had been after their challenge (Morgana wondered if one

had even been been Sumire herself), only for the cat to unceremoniously gulp, sending it plummeting back down to the depths of his guts with a strained *HRRRUUUULK*, the huge round bulge sliding back down his throat before visibly bloating out his upper belly roll.

Morgana couldn’t help but exude a smug sense of pride, “LoOOOOOOUUUURRRks like I was the—HIC—protagoOOOOOUUAAAARRRnist after aaaUUUUUHHHllp, huh OOOOUUURacle? Even thAAAAAAUUURP little escAAAEEEEUUURRP attempt wasn’t enOOOOUUGGGh to beat my belly!” Mona patted his belly as he stared down at it, expecting a reply. Despite these, all his two-story gut did as it bubbled with activity was deflate slightly with each grossly, lip-flapping brassy belch he expelled, with no sign of any trash talk from his ‘rival.’

“The silent treEEEAAAAAUUURRPtment huh? I—HIC—I guOOOUUUURRRPess I’ll just enjOOOOOUURRRPH my size myseEEEAAARRRRllf” Morgana swayed again as his fat cat gut seemed to vibrate again in reply, bubbles still rapping against every inch of his guts from the inside, creating bouncing, bobbing ripples as if on the surface of a chummy lake of pure inky black fat. Before Mona was big, but now he was truly *huge*:

multiple banquet tables worth of sushi, the entire challenge’s worth of Big Bang Burgers,

an entire restaurant’s worth of ramen, and a water towers worth of soda all filling out his guts. Mona thought about how all of that delicious food from all around Shibuya was right *here* gurgling away in *his* belly—melting away into more street-packing, room-filling, and soon-to-be *building-filling* lard.

Mona’s greatest treasure, though, was his growing collection of bellypets: girls who themselves had appetites which rivaled his own, whose bellies he had occasionally filled, and whose curves which themselves could flood a room with fat. Despite that though Morgana’s gluttony was so great that he had outeaten and eaten them all, greedily and happily gulped them all down and now they were *his.*

*His.* Morgana liked the sound of that—his—the fat cat closed his eyes and leaned back, licking his lips and rubbing his belly in the hopes his pets could feel it. *His* trophies to prove he was bigger, more gluttonous than them all combined, reduced from predators to prizes for him to slosh his enormous gut to display: moaning and groaning faces, huge beach hall sized breasts, jiggling, door-blocking boulder asses, and guts all filling *his* belly, even if they were nothing more that small lumps fighting to be seen or escape the *yards* of pure catfat now. Small lumps which he could nonchalantly suck back or push in just to remind them that they were where they *belonged* for a week. Yards of catfat which only seemed to grow and expand by the minute as he used his unique cognitive physiology to ‘steal’ their fat for himself without digesting or harming them, just to keep himself full and satisfied—a *hungry* ball of black dough that never stopped rising.

Morgana let loose another rattling, triumphant belch, “AAAAAAUUUURRRPnd what aboOOOUUUUUUUURRt you—HIC—Queen? The stroOOOOUUUURRRPPHngest out of eveEEEUUUUURRRRPHryone but I—HIC—gulped you doOOOUULCCCHHHOOUUwn *first*! And Noir—HIC—practically leEAAAAAAUUUUapt into my belly—BWWWUUUAAARRGH—to join you HIC!” Morgana pushed a paw as deep as he could into his belly as if to prompt a reply from his pets—his entire arm sinking so deep that he almost worried if it would swallow *him* up too. Yet when he pulled his paw free from the prison of his flab, only wet *GRRRNBBLING* gurgles and the clapping of rippling fat answered him as his gut bounced back up into place.

“The only one—HIC—of you whoOOOOUUUURRRAARP even gave me a—HIC—*real* challenge was VioOOOOUUUUURRRPlet, but I don’t think with a gut like this—“ Morgana wrapped his arms around as much of his quaking fat as he could, paws sinking in deep and flab spilling over the sides as if he was trying to knead an enormous mass of black dough, jiggling and sloshing as ripples collided into each other “—that anyboOOOUUUUURRRRdy’ll get a—HIC—shot like thaAAAUUUEEERRUURPt ever again! Yep, get—HIC—used to it in there girls, if yoOOOUUUUUUurp want a rematch after—HIC—you’re all oOOOUUUUUUUUUuut, you’ll just be headed right back into my big hungry belly!” Morgana released his hold on his flab, his rolls now falling and colliding with the rest of his gut with a dull *CLAP* that reverberated throughout his fat. There was a wet *SLOOUUURSH* as the momentum rippled his belly outwards, a huge wave of fat rolling from the top of his gut to the soft bottom where it bounced forward with a gastric lurch, smothering an abandoned snack cart and receding as though it had swallowed it. The cat burglar was certain *this* would get the response he’d desired from his bellypets.

There was a faint bubbling in his gut, undoubtedly the struggles from his pets, Mona thought as he watched a series of small, almost imperceptible bulges appear at the bottom of his soft, lower belly, their weak impact wiggling it some—but Mona was taken aback as they shot up into his round upper roll with an airy groan, inflating it just as it had been before—these were not bumps from his struggling pets. Finally the bulges combined into a single orb, which pushed out Morgana’s throat before puffing out his cheeks once again, this time to the comically large proportions of Futaba’s gut. Mona worked to swallow it back down just as he had done before, but the bulge moved too quickly, prying Morgana’s lips open and forcing out a wet, airy belch that rattled his entire body and reverberated across the Scramble Crossing,

“mmbuhHWOOOORRRRUUURREEROOOOOUUURRRRP”

As the burp finally petered out, a wet glob of ‘something’ splatted onto Mona’s belly. The fat cat stared down at what had just escaped his guts: Makoto’s headband, one of Haru’s shoes, Sumire’s bow, and Futaba’s glasses.

This wasn’t good, Morgana could easily control his digestion somewhat, but what if something had happened? Had he really gotten fat enough that he couldn’t see them anymore, or even feel their struggles? What if the girls’ cries for help were entirely drowned out by the avalanche of food and jiggling, sloshing flab—the sheer amount of *him*? Wha if it got too cramped or there wasn’t enough air? Mona had been digging his hands into his gut every few seconds to confirm that they were in fact, still there, and had not just become more catfat by mistake—but with the sheer immensity of his belly it was like finding a needle in a dough stack. Mona reached as far as he could towards the front of his belly and plunged his arm as deep as it would go into the churning black ocean of flab. Finally—relief—Mona’s paw just barely brushed a solid object beneath his layers of fat, one that he recognized well as Futaba’s head. Morgana was a glutton, not a monster, but he still had to act fast to make sure his pets would be safe for their week-long stay. Drumming his fingers along his belly as he continued to belch and hiccup idly, an idea finally entered the fat cats mind! Unfortunately for Morgana’s bellypets, while he was certainly a glutton and certainly not a monster, he wasn’t exactly bright either.

The humid chamber within Morgana’s double decker bus sized gut was undoubtedly cramped, if not from the amount of food and drink Mona had consumed over the challenges then the sheer volume of wobbling girl fat from each of his bellypets helplessly jostling, bouncing, and smacking into each other. It was already uncomfortable enough for the girls *before* Mona gulped down the bloated NEET: tummies pushed past their limits sweaty, and slick with catboy saliva constantly colliding and slapping into each other with every move, hiccup, or burp from their captor. Haru’s navel nearly slurping up Makoto by accident after she tumbled over her friend during a particularly hungry rumble. A torrent of soda pushing Makoto’s ponderous asscheeks onto Sumire’s face, clapping around the poor gymnast’s head and almost entirely smothering her beneath a couch-filling amount of cellulite. Vibrations from Mona’s belly walls after a belch pushing Sumire’s round, soft refrigerator sized gut into Makoto and Haru, knocking them over like bowling pins and smothering them while the gymnast tried to find her footing in the jostling, gastric sack.

Makoto was had almost completely lost her patience with all this—she figured her discipline would’ve given her the edge so she could have just swallowed Mona and gotten on with her week, but somehow the pudgy cat’s voracity had overtaken her and started him on a gluttonous warpath that was quickly gobbling up all her friends. Instead of returning right back to work with a fuller belly, Mona’s belly has co-signed her to a week of being paraded around displayed and rubbed—she’ll have so much work to do when she gets out of here! Haru, perceptive as always figured that something like this might happen, and knew that as soon as she saw the imprint of Makoto’s grimacing face above her stuffed tummy and door-wrecking hips in Mona’s black fatty ball of a belly that she would lose it in there on her own, and merely accepted her week as a bellypet with grace for the sake of her friend. For her part, Sumire was frustrated too, but for a different reason: she was disappointed that she gave up midway through her challenge with Mona. Even if she needed the break, and even if she was bound to lose regardless, the gymnast couldn’t help but feel like she could’ve tried harder.

Just then, the stomach opened above the girls, only for what looked like an enormous, wet marshmallow to have gotten lodged in the opening. There were a series of deep, heavy jostles, sloshing the stomach around as though the girls were being tossed around on a water bed, what seemed to be gulps ringing out around them muffled by Mona’s fat. The soft orb jiggled and shook as the gulps pushed it through the opening, inch by inch, before it finally fell on top of them with a heavy *SLOUUURRRSH* and a wet *SLAP*, revealing itself to be Futaba’s soda-and Necronomicon bloated-belly. The round orb of fat and junk food took up nearly all the girls’ space, and they were forced up onto its saliva soaked surface, staring at Futaba across the pale, squishy expanse. A deep rumble rocked them all atop Futaba’s gut. “Eheheh… sooOOOOOUUUUUURRRY guys.” The NEET squeaked out as she burped directly into the faces of her fellow bellypets, pelting them with

spittle.

So there the girls sat, barraged alternatively by the huge, muffled belches that shook the confines of Morgana’s stomach as he continued to gloat at them all—his playful jabs inaudible through the combined noise of his digestive processes, his yards of flab, and Futaba’s own gas as it was rocked by Mona’s prods and movements from outside, all of them still completely pinned against the gamer girl’s flabby dome. Having been in Mona’s gut the longest Makoto been keenly aware of the fact that as time passed, sounds from outside grew fainter and fainter until they were just barely audibly above the cacophony of digestive gurgles and belches. It was going to be a long week.

Just then, all the girls felt something shift as they were sent tumbling around Morgana’s stomach, Futaba belching even more rapidly as her still sensitive stomach was agitated so roughly. Finally the movement stopped and the walls closed in quickly around them—Makoto knew what was coming and braced herself—her headband rocketing off of her head alongside accessories from the rest of the girls and flying up and out of the esophagus above them. There was silence for a moment, and then what felt like an earthquake as the walls reexpanded, each of the girls’ own stomachs wobbling from the sheer force of Mona’s immense burp.

After what had felt like ten minutes, there was finally (relative) silence again, all the girls staring at each other. “Is it really going to be like that for the whole week?” Sumire questioned innocently. “We should count ourselves lucky that that’s as bad as it gets,” Makoto sighed. “Sorry again everybOOOOUUURRRdy, I totally misjuUUUUUURRR—misjudged Mona, he’s in Ultra-SuUUUOOOORRRPer-Secret Boss tier!”

The conversation was broken up by a rhythmic thumping, muffled under the waves of Mona’s jiggling fat. Haru interjected, “Hold on a moment everyone, do you hear that? I think that might be a signal that Mona is trying to tell us something important this time!”

The girls pressed their ears against the slimy stomach walls and listened as best they could to Mona’s voice as it vibrated across his fat gut, “Don’t woOOOUUUURRrry guys, I’m going to—HIC—just maAAAAAEEEUUUke some rooOOOOOUUUuum and keep yOUUUUUUURRRP safe by shoving you aAAAAUUUUHHHLpll deeper doOOOOOUUUUUUwn. Hold on tight!”

The girls sat confused for a moment before Makoto huffed, “I know Mona won’t digest us, but I guess I’m the only one who remembered to study Mementos biology here—if we get sent into his intestines, we’re going to be there for *much longer* than a week! It might even be a whole month before we’re out again!” The girls looked at each other in a panic: they had to find a way out. Round Intermission.

"Mwehe... Nyehehehe... NYAAAHAHAHA-!!"

Oh, Futaba... you've done more damage than you could imagine. You've inflated his ego, AND his belly.

Morgana had reached such a terrifying level of fullness, glunking and wiggling all over with even the slightest movement, that all he could do was laugh! He... might be slightly drunk on the feeling of power, and drink. Belches poured from his mouth nonstop to celebrate like invisible fireworks, as that fattest cat in the world gloated over his victory~!

But now that he held four well earned bellypets within his luxuriously squishy walls... he had to be responsible. A good honest, even... the BEST host! One that they'll always remember.

So his possessive little mind started to hatch an idea...

"MweheheeEEEEEEERRRRLLLP~! Hey... is it tight in there?"

Mona suddenly piped up cheerily. He had to yell talk to make himself heard over the ocean of soda his tummy had taken into itself, dotted with countless stores of assorted foods. Oh, this couldn't be good...

"Wellllll... sorry, but it might get even tighter soon~."

Whether his pets heard his warning or not, he didn't know. Nor did he really care, there wasn't much they could do to stop what was coming! Mona's cute hands wandered over the squishy landscape of furred fat in front of him, searching the best place to push down - imagining muscles he'd never used before to try and help him "secure" all four of his friends.

Thanks to their chunky sizes, all of the girls were somewhat near the bottom of Mona's ravenous belly... exactly where they needed to be. Oh gosh, this was going to be a REAL stretch for him in unexpected places-

"Leeeeet's see... it should be Makoto right at the bottom." Mona mused to himself. So she'd be the first to be swept away~. "Hehe, she's the smallest right now, so she should be easy! Here we... go..!"

Morgana took a break from belching out into the city streets to scrunch up his face, forcing any brewing belches to stay down... and his lower muscles to start flexing! At the very pit of his greedy gut, a kind of suction began to form and... latch onto Makoto-!

GLRRRRP~!

"Gwuuuh-hrrrn!"

Wow, that worked better than expected! Mona's eyes shot wide as a big shape lodged itself somewhere it normally shouldn't... a very bottom-heavy shape. Yep, that was Makoto alright! Heart pounding, Mona clenched again with a greedy huff, and dragged the girl into the depths past her enormous hips!

Oh god, it was even more sensitive than he imagined... but with Makoto's fat ass swallowed, the rest of her upper body followed suite, and the ultra-tight entrance sealed behind her! Sending her snaking into her much less spacious, more lengthy home...

Right into Mona's lower guts~.

"Nnngh, w-woah... that was the smallest? This is gonna take some effort..." Morgana fidgeted atop his self-made flab throne at his actions. He could still feel Makoto moving down there, in places no living thing should go... and it only fueled his drive to keep them all more~.

One down... three to go~!