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[robertasgym]

10 EFFECTIVE EXERCISES TO BURN SADDLEBAGS – LOSE OUTER THIGH FAT

Are you familiar with Saddlebags?

They are small fat deposits near your buttocks area and close to your outer thighs.

They are mostly present with women, but the good news is that if you exercise correctly everyday then you can actually get rid of saddle bag fat!

The key is to have a proper workout routine EVERYDAY, that involves cardio weight loss exercises combined with lower body exercises that work your leg/thigh muscles.

Together, this combination helps your body to burn extra layers of fat, while also developing the muscle and this burning even more calories along the way.

And today's workout does exactly that.

Please follow it daily if you want to see good results!

Good luck and keep going, keep working out!💪❤️

[emo-emu64]

The Princess's Favor

Knight! Zack X Princess!Reader

Isaac Foster was considered a monster by most, a threat by all. A dangerous beast of a man, cut-throat, and stone faced. A valiant soldier that quickly climbed the ranks of the palace's guards. Ruthless in his endeavors to protect the royal family. In his endeavors to protect you.

That was how everybody else saw him at least, you considered him a giant teddy bear.

"Pretty please?"

It wasn't often that you were seen without your personal guard but, his patrols along the outside of the castle walls were supposed to be an exception. 

That became more and more of a rarity, however, as you asked him more often that not to accompany him. And he never quite figured out how to say no to you.

"Princess, it's not safe. Have you even asked your father?"

He avoided your gaze as he tended to his horse, knowing that he couldn't resist the big doe eyes that seemingly granted you everything you'd ever wished for.

He didn't mind though, not really, he'd conquer every kingdom this side of the sea if you looked at him like that.

"My father trusts you, I don't have to ask him about every little adventure. Besides, it's perfectly safe as long as I have you!"

He heaved a sigh as he finally met your gaze, big eyes and a hopeful smile, "Go get your bag."

You cheered, wrapping your arms around him briefly as you thanked him, then pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, running back to the stables where you had put your belongings.

A fortunate enough thing for Zack, as he was able to briefly stifle the smile that graced his lips.

Although, he couldn't say the same for when you came sprinting back, satchel slung over your shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

Zack helped you up into the saddle first, like a true gentleman, before sliding comfortably in place behind you. 

You leaned back into his warmth, a comforting and familiar feeling. Safe, like home.

You brace yourself as the horse takes off like a shot into the woods. Zack weaves through trees and branches with ease, and his horse keeps a steady and sure footing on the mossy and mud-caked earth.

The wind in your hair is as exhilarating as always, and you raise your arms outward, throwing your head to the sky to cheer.

Zack pretends he doesn't find immeasurable joy in your joy by lightly flicking the back of your skull, leaning down closer to you so you can hear him over the rushing wind in your ears.

"Hands on the saddle, princess, gotta bring you back in one piece if I wanna keep my job."

You laugh as you bring your arms back down to your sides, keeping a firm hold to the horn of the saddle, simply because he asked you to. No matter how much danger he thought you may be in, you knew there was never any danger of you falling. Not with his strong arms on either side of you holding the reins. You felt invincible. 

Zack slows the horse to a stop as a clearing comes into view, filled with wildflowers and ferns of all kinds. You and Zack have found a plethora of spots during his patrols, but this one was by far your favorite. 

You often convinced Zack to eat lunch here. Bringing a basket of snacks from the kitchen, which was probably more sweets and pastries than an actual meal, but who's to say?

Zack dismounted in order to help you down, gently taking your hand.

As soon as your feet met the ground you quickly searched through your bag until you found the familiar feel of a small tin, opening to pick out a single sugar cube. You flattened your palm, holding the sweet treat out to the horse.The horse in question took your offering gratefully and gently.

The horse had an ashy coat, with a tail and mane of deep ebony. He was tall and strong, obedient from years of battle. His name was Mortifer, a fitting name considering his rider, meaning death bringer. Although, enemies of the kingdom often called him Pallidus Equus. 

The Pale Horse.

"You're going to make him fat," Zack chastised. 

"Zack, this is the most physically active horse in the kingdom, he's not going to get fat."

You turned back to the horse lifting you hand to stroke his neck, and he huffed gently nudging you with his nose, "You're not fat, huh? Zack's just a big meanie." You turned back to face your guard, "See? You made him sad."

Zack smirked and rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss you gently, "Whatever you say, princess."

Zack became so much more comfortable outside the castle walls, he was convinced that if your relationship was confirmed and brought to light, the two of you would be separated.

Of course this wasn't the truth, Zack was a hero in the eyes of the kingdom, not some lowly knight trying to quickly climb the ranks, it would be fine, encouraged even for him to marry royal. Not to mention the two of you were the worst kept secret in the kingdom. You went everywhere together, he looked at you like you were the sun, and you looked at him like he put the stars in the sky. Even the castle's head baker, a very kind but also very blind old man, could see that.

You lower yourself to the grass, leaning against the largest oak you could find, pulling out your most recent cross stitch to occupy your hands. Zack soon joins you, sharpening his numerous blades with the whetstone he keeps on hand.

After a good while of simply enjoying each other's company, you decide to break the silence with the question that's been plaguing your mind since you first heard the rumor from your father's associates.

"Zack?"

"Hm?" He looks up from his knife, twirling it in his hands. When he finds your face, his brows crease, taking in the sad look in your eyes.

You put down your project and turn to face him, hands gently settling in your lap, you look downwards as you play with a blade of grass, "Is it true that you're being sent on that campaign that my father is planning?"

Zack's lips form a thin line, and he sighs, "Figured you'd heard about that."

He feels his heart crack wide open when your face saddens, your usual cheeriness completely drained, "So you're going?"

He nods, and frowns, gently cupping your face as he sees tears form in your eyes, "It won't be long, princess, I promise."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to, I just... hadn't thought of how yet, I don't like seein' ya sad like this."

"You got hurt really bad on the last one Zack, I didn't know if your were going to make it."

The tears rimming your eyes fall freely down your cheeks now, and he gently wipes them away with his thumb. 

"I always make it, pretty thing, can't go leavin' ya all by yourself can I? You'll make my horse all fat and slow."

He smiles down at you as you giggle, and wrap your arms around his neck. 

"Oh!"

You jump to your bag rooting through it for your gift.

You pull out an embroidered handkerchief, pushing it into his open hands.

He opens it and grins at the stitches, its a field filled with flowers and trees, Zack thinks it looks very much like the one the two of you were currently seated in.

"You have to live, in order to bring it back to me. It's my favor."

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "You'll have it back in no time, princess."

[beansprean]

Queening the Pawn Act 3 Part 7

Back to Nandor… Crew cameo! Wives cameo!! Jahan cameo!!!

Acts 1-2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Waist up of Nandor sitting on the couch in the library, continuing the talking head from part 1. The camera is now shooting from the side, and behind him you can see the right half of the bay window; a side table with a lit lamp, abandoned book, candle, butterfly display, and a small brass horse statue; a bucket of loose scrolls, and a wide gold mirror. The camera crew are reflected: a brown man with floppy bags and a sparse mustache is in the front, aiming the camera with one eye in the viewfinder; behind him is a large older Samoan man with a white beard ducking in front of a light reflector and pulling up cords; behind him is a white woman with long blonde hair in a ponytail, presumably the director, wearing a headset and holding up an iPad that she is writing on; behind her is a bored-looking Latine sound technician with long messy brown hair holding up the boom mic. Nandor is looking pensively away from the camera, brow furrowed and cheeks lightly flushed, fiddling his hands together in his lap. He says, “I was very confused by Guillermo’s conclusion. Which is obviously an unusual feeling for me, as he is normally so predictable.” 1b. Close up on Nandor at the same angle as he whips his head toward the camera, wide eyed and incredulous. He shouts, “Fuck that guy for making me feel confused!” 1c. Repeat. Nandor calms slightly and looks away again, flustered, hands curling into fists to press uncertainly against his chest. He spits sardonically, “Like I don’t know what love is supposed to feel like…”

2a. Flashback in sepa tones on a mottled brown background. Waist up shots of several of Nandor’s wives in a line, dressed in their 13th century finery and chatting happily together. One is clearly Marwa; there is also an older woman with short hair tucked beneath a scarf, a younger woman with freckles and long reddish hair, a fat man with a beard and long curly hair playing a barbat, a young person with a Roman nose, a man with a very fun handlebar mustache, and a person with long dark hair with their back to the viewer. Nandor’s dialogue continues from the present: “I loved many of my wives, but I did not want them around all the time. Or even most of the time. They were appealing primarily because they allowed me to do whatever I pleased and did not bother me unless I asked for them.” 2b. Zoom out to full body as the flashback continues. The group of wives, now including a young woman with a mole on her cheek and a young bearded man with three, are on the right, engaged with each other and mostly ignoring human Nandor and Jahan as they pass by. Human Nandor and Jahan are dressed respectively in the blue and silver armor and bejeweled tack they wear in their portrait together. Nandor has one hand on Jahan’s saddle and the other on his sword as they both trot excitedly across the frame, Nandor sporting a large open-mouthed smile and Jahan holding his tail high and ears pricked forward, uncaring of the wives left behind. The only wife to make a fuss is the younger woman with the mole, who has her skirts gathered up and is glaring at Nandor’s back as if readying herself to stomp after him. Marwa stops her with a hand on her arm, expression compassionate but sad. The older wives know better than to expect much attention from their husband. Present Nandor’s dialogue continues: “The one I preferred to spend all of my time with was my dear horse, John.” 2c. Shoulders up of present Nandor in front of the flashback in 2b. Pausing his narration, he looks down at his lap and bites lip softly, a contemplative line appearing between his brows. His speech bubble holds only an ellipses. /end ID

[littlefeather-wolf]

USES OF OUR SACRED BUFFALO AS OUR ANCESTORS USED ... ✊🏼

TANNED HIDE: Moccasins, Cradles, Winter Robes, Shirts, Leggings, Belts, Dresses, Pipe Bags, Quivers, Tipi Covers, Gun Covers, Dolls

MUSCLES: Sinew, Meat for Jerky

TAIL: Decorations, Fly Brush, Whips

FAT: Soap, Cooking Oil

BONES: Knives, Arrow-Heads, Shovels, Scrapers, Winter Sleds, Saddle Trees, War Clubs, Game Dice

DUNG: Clean and odorless, When left to dry in the sun for a few weeks, buffalo dung was clean and usually odorless. Burns well ...

Buffalo chips lit easily and burned well, forming hot coals that were effective for cooking and heating

STOMACH: Fuel, Buckets, Cups, Dishes, Cooking Pots

RAWHIDE: Containers, Shields, Buckets, Moccasin Soles, Belts, Ropes, Saddles, Stirrups, Knife Cases, Quirts, Armbands, Bullet Pouches

HORNS: Cups, Spoons, Ladles, Headdresses

BRAINS: Hide Preparation

SKULL: Altar at Religious Ceremonies

TONGUE: Best Part of the Meat

BEARD: Ornaments for Weapons

HAIR: Headdresses, Saddle Pad Filler, Pillows, Ropes, Halters

[lemonmaid]

The day that (Name) disappeared.

Reader is Gender Neutral!! Ruggie is wearing a dress for comic relief. No spoilers for any chapters. Enjoy!!

"Now (Name) what could be sooo urgent that you decide to drag me out of my busy schedule, for a tea party?" Leona sat himself down around a table full of different types of food and drinks.

"Leona, me and you both know that your schedule today was to sleep in and play with your nephew", Sighed (name).

"Actually, me and Cheka were going to get manicures" he grinned "you know for our health".

(Name) rolled their eyes, "It's about Malleus".

Leona's eyes perked up, "Oh! Are you calling off the wedding?".

(Name) spitted out their tea, "NO! Of course not! It is just overbearing".

"What, the royal life?". Leona grabbed himself a sandwich.

"Well......"

Flashbacks

"Love? What are you doing down here?". Malleus teleports behind (Name), wrapping his arms around them.

"Oh, I was about to make us breakfast?"

Mallues smiled and turned (Name) around so they could face them, "You don't have to do that, we'll have the servants do that for us in the morning. Come, let's go back to bed".

"But-". Green Fireflies glittered around them, teleporting (Name) and Mallues back to their room.

"Now, go to sleep we have a busy day tomorrow".

End of flashback.

"So, does he use a sleeping spell all the time?", Leona grabbing more food.

"Not all the time". (Name) grabbed the plate of food away from Leona, "Save some for Grimm".

"If you are going to make me listen to this sob story, get me something to drink at least". Leona snapped at the nearest servent, asking for beverages.

(Name) rolled their eyes, "Seriously? It is only the afternoon".

"I drink, you continue with your vent. I'm not going to be a therapist without some sort of compensation".

(Name) could only sigh when they looked at Leona picking several different beverages on a menu.

"As I was saying".

Flashback

(Name) explored Blair Valley Market place, unlike Sam's shop they used to love, everything looked stuck in time. To avoid any conflicts, (Name) decided to wear a cloak and some old casual clothing from NRC.

'Malleus wasn't kidding when this place didn't have any recent technology'.

(Name) looked endlessly at the venues, trying to shop for the foods they were running out of in that palace. Trying to enjoy the peace they sp little get.

'Just a few more things left, then to find some sort of convince store that sells Grimm's stupid "luxurious" tuna.... that cat is going to end up spoiled and fat'.

A few droplets of water on their hand, tracing them out of their thought. 'Looks like it is going to rain'

'Shit.... Malleus'.

The sound of hooves rumbled throughout the street. Causing many to fall to the ground. "HALT, IN THE NAME OF THE LAW".

'Well. Shit'

(Name) was surrounded by knights; pointing their polearms at them. "Stay down men, arms down".

(Name) took off their hood, and nervously smiled at Silver. "Heyyyyyy.....Youuu".

Silver sighed as the rain fell "Please.. just get on the saddle".

Back at the castle, there was chaos everywhere. Knights and servants searched every room and blocking every exit.

Lilia sat on a chair, watching the chaos unfold. "Lilia, how can you be so happy when your future (king/queen) is missing". Growled an angry Malleus.

Lilia just smiled and drank his tea, "Well I know where they are".

"WHAT?" Thunder grew louder outside. "WHERE?". Malleus was having a mental down at this point, reminding the old fae of when Malleus was a young fae.

Smiling, Lilia stired his tea, "Behind you~".

(Name) and Sliver walked into the throne room. Malleus ran towards (Name), hugging and coddling them as if they were a lost child.

Malleus pecked every inch of (Name)'s face, "My love, where did you go?".

"Oh, I made a couple of errands. I noticed we were getting low on stuff so I decide to pick some stuff up". (Name) struggled to pick up their bag, showing the contents to Malleus.

Malleus smiled and cupped their cheek, "My love, those are the servant's job. You don't need to do that anymore".

Flashback Ends.

"Sounds like you don't like the royal life". Leona took a sip of his drink.

(Name) sighed, "It isn't that. I just want to be independent, I don't want to have someone hover over me or tell me not to do something".

The two sat in silence, (Name) was in deep thought. They love Malleus, they really did but they just needed a day to themselves without Malleus having a separation anxiety.

Leona stirred his drink, "Well, it isn't like you can switch bodies for a day, also your lizard fiancee is covering the bill, correct?".

(Name) had a light bulb sparked in their brain, "What if I could switch bodies with someone? And yes, Malleus is covering the bill". (Name) stood up, pacing around the table.

Leona sighed, "Too bad no spell exists. Thank you (Name) for the free meal and alcohol. But it is time for me to leave, I have a crown prince to entertain".

"Wait, Leona".

"Yes?".

"Do you know when Ruggie is available?".

♡

"Now (Name) or should I say 'Lady/Sir Draconia'? What do I owe the pleasure of? I'm glad we could schedule this meeting jn such short notice.." Azul smiled.

"Azul, I know you are such a busy man. So I'll get right to the point. I need a spell that allows me to switch bodies with someone, temporarily".

Azul, sipping on his tea. "Well, I am afraid no spell exists (Name). Although there is another spell, a mirroring spell. While you look like someone and you'll appear as that person. The mirror will show your real reflection". Azul explains.

"That will work. What is your price?".

Before Azul speaks the door slams open, "OH Shrimpy~ You didn't tell me you were dropping in! You never vist NRC anymore every since that big lizard made you homeschool!!" Floyd whinned.

Azul sighed, "My price? Hmm, how about 'Maid of honor' at your wedding?". The man smirked.

"Bride's maids and I'll let you talk about politics at dinner".

"Deal". The two shook on it. While Azul makes the contract, Floyd continues to hover over the two.

"Awee Shrimpy. I wanna come to your weddding".

" Azul, let me see Floyd's behavior chart".

The three looked at the chart, "yeah.... get 50 more green days and I'll let you in the wedding".

Floyd grumble.

♡

"Listen..... (Name) as much I would love to switch places with you... are we sure? What if we get caught? I do not want to deal with an angry dragon".

"Ruggie that's the best part, Malleus is going to be in a meeting with the elders all day. So you won't have to be around him! Besides wouldn't you like to pampered?? Think of it as a vacation".

(Name) looked at Ruggie with hope in their eyes, pleading with the Hyena, "Fine! Enough with the puppy eyes".

"Great!! Now give me your clothes!"

"Excuse me?"

♡

"Why do you wear so many layers? I don't understand this rich shit". Ruggie fumbled with the laces.

(Name) walked over and helped pulled the corset tighter on Ruggie, "HEY! I HAVE RIBS".

"I really don't know, it kinda was my only wardrobe. The elders kinda picked everything out for me".

"Ugh. Just tell me how this stuipd spell works".

(Name) grab a small box from the desk, pulling out two necklaces. "Okay so Azul said to just put these on and they'll last for two hours and do not stand in front of a mirror"

"Why not?"

"Because it is just a reflect spell, so the mirror will just show us our reflection".

"Got it".

The two put on the necklaces; with shimmering light, their appearances changed.

"Holy shit it worked" Ruggie looked at (Name) or himself.

"Okay now for some rules".

"I'm not kissing the damn dragon".

"What! Of course not. Now I shouldn't be doing anything today, so just allow whatever service. But we will meet at the mirror chamber at NRC in a hour and 45 minutes".

"Okay, while your at NRC... could you do me some small favors".

"Anything! I owe you big time Ruggie!".

Ruggie snickered.

♡

'Now when I said anything, I didn't know it would be just chores'.

(Name) was running around NRC finishing Ruggie's "favors". Favors included, finishing his schoolwork, and completing favors that he owed to other students.

'Whatever atleast I'm getting out of that castle'.

"Ruggie senpai, can I speak to you real quick??"

'Shit.. Jack'.

"Yeahhhhh, what is up buddy?".

Jack looked at (Name) or Ruggie, glancing at them, "Anyways, where were you at Spell-Drive practice?"

(Name) was silently panicking, they don't have any magic to use at practice. 'If I don't get out of this, the jig is up'.

"Um, I didn't feel good enough to practice".

"You didn't feel good? But you feel good enough to do your school work?". Jack was glaring at them, (Name) felt so small under his glare.

"Well- I".

(Name) was then dragged toward the field.

'Ruggie I hope you are having a better time than me'.

♡

Ruggie infact was not having a good time. Turns out (Name) did have stuff to do today, wedding planning.

"Ma'am? What do you think of these colors?"

Ruggie looked at the two cloths, "um, they are the same color?".

A woman behind him scoffed, "really the same color? You can totally tell that one is 'Timeless' and the other is 'Jasmine White'". A few other Fae women laughed behind Ruggie.

'Wow such great in-laws you have (Name)'.

"Miss? Here is your book. You have your plans and theoretical colors you wanted". Ruggie took the book and skimmed through it. "Um, yeah let's stick to-"

"OG Please, wouldn't you want Fae to help you? Plus this is a royal wedding that needs Fae traditional clothing. We aren't going to get another wedding for a few hundred years". The woman snickered.

Another woman piped in, "Humans like yourself think these events are big in your short life, but they are bigger for us! Your human brain couldn't even comprehend how important this is".

"Agree, you should just let us handle it, after all, humans are just known for their-"

"Okay listen here, woman!" Ruggie was interrupted by his phone ringing.

He glared at the fae women, "excuse me".

Ruggie walked into the hallway, "(Name), you really screwed me over"

"WHAT? YOU SCREWED ME OVER"

Ruggie winced at (Name) yelling into his ear, "You had spell-drive practice and didn't tell me!".

"Just go to practice! I don't see the big deal. What is a bigger deal is the wedding planning you left me to deal with!".

"Oh shit was that today? But! Ruggie! I don't have any magic. How can I practice?".

"Just break your ankle".

"RUGGIE IM SERIOUS!".

"I'm serious too! You letting your in-laws or these random people walk all over this wedding planning. How am I supposed to know what you want?"

"I don't know! Just tell them to ask me tomorrow!".

The two bickering over the phone, unaware of a certain guest. "Ohhhh (Name)~"

'Shit is that Lilia?' Two both thought.

Ruggie was panicking, "Listen, I do not have any car warranties! Do not call my number again random scammer!".

"Wait Ruggie!!".

Ruggie looked at Lilia and nervously smiled, "Oh hey... Lilia. Whatcha doing here?".

The old fae grinned, "Oh I came down here to see how the wedding planning was going. I heard some ruckus from down the hallway".

"Oh yeah... it is going good! You know, picking fabrics".

Lilia smiled, "Oh really? Well I bring good news!"

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Malleus is on break from his meeting, he would love if you joined him at lunch".

Ruggie's heart sank, "oh, um, well I have sooo much planning. I should get back to that".

"Oh nonsense, let's walk together. Malleus has missed you, also do me a favor and try to convince him to take the deal. You know how the elders are~".

Ruggie was pulled into a luxurious dining hall, filled with servants setting up a long dining table.

'Fuck fuck fuck, I'm going to die'.

♡

"Ruggie stop trying to get out of practice", Jack snarled.

'I'm going to actually have to break my leg for this'.

"Um listen, Jack. What if I ran laps instead of practicing? You know that would teach me not to skip practice". (Name) smiled nervously.

Jack glared at them, walking up to them, then picking them up and throwing them over his shoulder.

"JACK LETS NOT BE TOO RASH!! Please man, I can't do this. I'm actually really sick".

Jack put (Name) onto a broom, "You are going to practice like everyone else, we are too close to Spell-Drive season to be slacking off".

The broom started to levitating, even if the broom was flying (Name) couldn't control it, "Listen Jack! Please I learned my lesson! Get me down please!".

"Not untill you get the disc in the goal atleast five times!".

(Name) looked down at the field, 'holy shit. I'm going to die'. Other students started gathering around the field, picking up other brooms to play a practice game.

"Come on Ruggie Senpai! Stop being such a pussy!!"

Other students chimed in, teasing "Ruggie", (Name) hasn't even sat on the broom but clutching it like a koala.

"Alright! Let's play!" Cheers among the Savanah students.

One of the students decided to throw the disc at (Name), making the broom spin upside down.

'FUCK I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE'.

"Come on senpai! Just play the game!"

Jack flew by (Name), "Come on Ruggie, stop whatever this is".

(Name) tried moving them self upwards, but while trying to get onto of the broom the necklace started falling off their head.

'SHIT! NO!'. (Name) took one hand off the broom to grab the falling necklace.

"Shit! (Name)!?".

(Name) slipped off the broom, falling towards the ground. Jack tried to fly toward them as fast as he could. Just before (Name) could fall to their death, Jack grabbed them by their shirt them gently put them on the ground.

"(Name). Why the hell are you here?".

Just before (Name) could answer, their phone went off.

'Shit the alarm'

♡

Ruggie sat across Malleus, one of those outrageous long dining tables.

"My love how is your day going? I feel bad for not being apart of any of the planning".

"It's okay, We are doing okay so far, I guess".

Ruggie felt so uncomfortable under Malleus's puppy eyes gaze. This whole situation was way too weird for him, he was wearing a dress and pretending to be the most powerful mage in the world's fiancée.

"Is the food not to your liking love? Should I ask the chefs to get something else for you?".

Lilia laughed, "Oh that won't be necessary, after all Ruggie will eat anything".

Ruggie dropped his fork and slowly turned around with a horrific stare at Lilia. Lilia giggled and pointed towards the window.

Ruggie's reflection was in the window.

The rain started hitting the windows harder, "Ruggie, where is (Name)?".

'I'm going to die'.

Ruggie chuckled nervously, "Well, you see-"

The power went out, the rain hitting the windows harder, "Ruggie, I swear to the heavens-".

Ruggie's phone went off, "oh wow, would you look at the time! I really got to go! Thank you so much for the food!".

The thunder got louder, lighting lite up the room, "RUGGIE!".

Just about Ruggie was going to leave, he looked behind him, "Also tell your fucking family to stop being cunts".

"RUGGIE!!"

♡

"Ruggie! Where have you been I've been trying to call you! Jack is on my ass!".

Ruggie couldn't breathe, "Well I had to deal with lover boy over here".

"RUGGIE!".

"(NAME)!".

The two cringe.

After a heated argument from both sides, the spell eventually wore off.

"Well I hope two of you learned your lesson" Lilia lectured.

(Name) rolled their eyes, "What lesson to be exactly? Next time don't get caught?". Malleus glared at (Name) and then back at Ruggie.

Ruggie growled, "Whatever at least you're not stuck in a dress in front of your underclassmen. Jack we will never speak of this".

Malleus sighed, "Love, why would you go out of your way to do this? Did Leona set you up to this?"

"Ugh, no Malleus. I just wanted a day where I wasn't coddled like a baby. I want to do my own things!"

"Well you have the wedding planning"

Ruggied laughed, "Like hell they do! Not with those in-laws or something! They aren't even allowed to breathe the same air as them! I couldn't even get a word in!".

Malleus's face frowned, "Is that true love?".

(Name) signed, "Yes, I don't feel comfortable. I don't even feel like it's my or our wedding. I don't know why you invited them, I wanted to have my friends help me. Riddle, Vil and Jamil would have been the best planners".

Malleus hugged (Name), "I am sorry love, I didn't take your feelings seriously. We'll get new planners and you can invite your friends. If they don't ring up a bill... again".

(Name) laughed, "I guess I should mention I invited Azul to our wedding".

"God damn it (Name)".

[growmydarling]

I don't think there's anything in the world I'd want more than being funnel fed a massive weight gain shake while you encourage and tease me, telling me I've gotten so big and now I need to get even bigger. Going to be a shame when I can't even reach around this 500lb growing belly. 😉

not like you ever would have stopped anyways, but i just want you under my spell. growing cellulite on your shaking ass cheeks and wobbly saddle bags on the side of your hips. eating toast with butter slathered a quarter inch thick on top, shaking your fat gut and wondering how much farther you'll go (hint: much, much farther, hog).

[verdemoun]

that scene where milton and ross show up at clemens point and tell dutch they only want him but then kierans like “what if we give you colm odriscoll” and theyre like sure that works and they do that

this would most likely lead to the typical 'if the vdls were all alive who would actually be able to give up being an outlaw and settle down' dilemma

this did however make me kick my feet and giggle over the idea of the gang being forced to do a 180 because they actually realise kieran has a whole lot of power

in short: even if they had a deal with the pinkertons not being outlaws would be a condition and dutch is such a garbage power hungry vain person he wouldn't be able to help himself and end up jeopardizing the deal for everyone who WAS able to settle down. like rdr1 but with a proper 50:50 of the gang hunting down the other members of the gang who stayed with dutch in an effort to buy back the right to live free

but have you considered kieran having the sudden confidence to confront milton and ross because because he was actually an undercover agent with the og bureau: the classic fbi agent arrested by stupid cops

milton and dutch having their legendary stare down as the entire gang draw their weapons after dutch said he would go peacefully and kieran just finally groans and rolls his eyes because 'that was a pretty damned good deal but how about we give you colm o'driscoll and you let these 'murders and lowlifes' carry on their merry way if they promise not to - i don't know - rob anymore ferries??'

in the time it takes most of the bewildered gang to turn to kieran, who looks bored, and has holstered his weapon: ross is sweating a lot more than the lemoyne air should make anyone sweat and agent milton has goosebumps. 'what are you doing here' 'it's a long story. now how about we actually sit down and talk about this civilised'

kieran whistles to branwen, who calmly trots his way into camp almost going straight over micah bell. from the ratty saddle bags attached to a barely kept together saddle, kieran pulls out a badge, a very fanciful looking ID, and hundreds of photos of colm, the vdls, the braithwaites and fucking angelo bronte having tea with catherine braithwaite when the gang still just think that's a funny looking italian feller and haven't actually put a name to the face.

with only dutch, hosea, milton, ross and kieran duffy mediating, there is a back and forth of wit and snark and entire time kieran is there actually talking confidently, boredly, snarking at both 'respective' parties and making arguments about legal loopholes hosea didn't even know existed. then there's silence, milton shakes dutch's hand, and milton, ross and kieran ride off. and everyone is asking what the fuck just happened. hosea says they wait. yes jack's missing, yes they just burned down a manor, yes the pinkertons know where camp is but they stay and they wait until kieran tells them otherwise. the whole van der linde gang waiting for the word of kieran stableboy duffy

and three days later, kieran duffy rides back into camp with a very excited jack who can't wait to explain spaghetti and the dozen words of italian he learned to his parents with seemingly no idea how terrified they were. kieran kicks over a crate, gives himself a little box to stand on as he reads through dozens of pages of terms and conditions.

thanks to the unwitting work of the van der linde gang, the pinkertons and bureau were able to arrest colm, fat tommy, a half dozen other high ranking o'driscolls wanted for a collective thousand murders. they also were able to arrest angelo bronte and all his minions, severing a major international weapons dealing and money laundering operation. their reward? slate is wiped clean.

obviously, the gang are banned from ever setting foot in blackwater again. dutch is expected to be a polite and docile law abiding citizen the rest of his life. no more cons for hosea, arthur is also banned from going with 600ft of saint denis because no one should be able to accidentally trample 4 people and leave one man dead galloping through side streets. turns out that guy a wanted criminal anyway. otherwise? bounties forgiven. crimes washed away or otherwise explained as justifiable. javier esuella is an american citizen with his outstanding warrants in mexico not recognized by any us state. bill's dishonorable discharge was changed to 'other'. any members of the gang younger than 20 were given $150 to cover the tuition fee to a college of their choice and a letter of recommendation. everyone else was free to do as they wished, as long as they don't commit a crime big enough to come to either agencies' attention ever again.

well, except micah. the bureau still wanted micah, who arthur is only too happy to truss up like a thanksgiving turkey and deliver to the nearest police station

and if the gang chose to stick together (as strongly suspected they would) they were stuck with agent duffy, who was legally obligated to inform agencies if dutch started making stupid plans again (but if it was a good plan - which agent duffy may or may not have been allowed to advise on to help them not break their contract with the bureau - then what was the harm?).

the gang head west happy and free and definitely still committing much smaller scale robberies for the thrill. kieran discovers he prefers being called o'driscoll to rat king but at least he finally got his own bedroll

[saintsofwarding]

BURIAL

A dutiful daughter is a useful creature indeed. When Elena Lupu falls under Mother Miranda's notice at a disastrous tithing festival, she proves too valuable for the prophetess to kill. Lady Donna Beneviento has been keeping secrets from Miranda, secrets she can't abide, and Elena is the perfect cuckoo to send straight into Beneviento's nest. Spy on her, report her findings back to Miranda, and Elena- and her ailing father- get to live.

But Lady Beneviento's secrets, and her powers, prove more nightmarish than Elena could ever have dreamed. Even as she falls deeper and deeper into Donna's web, she can't help but wonder- who is she really, under the veil?

Chapter 1

Lady Donna Beneviento no longer remembered her life from before. Before Mother, before Claudia, before the gift.

(Before! Donna, you idiot, there is no before, that's the crazy talking, if there was a before that means I wouldn't have been there and that's not even worth thinking about! Stop being stupid and remember us, just us, I'm with you now and that's what matters most of all)

She'd taken that life in both hands and smothered it, like a mouse prised from a trap, its broken leg dangling, its eyes aglisten with pain, its fur wet with blood. Jewels in the candlelight, a handful of rubies against her corpse-white skin.

(A mercy killing, Donna.)

But if she did remember- if she tried, hard, and looked deep, she could- well, a mouse could never be un-smothered, it remained dead, but- a dark place could be rummaged around in. If she searched and searched through the dust and through the mold, she could almost see it again. This was winter, like then, and she was young, a child, her thin shoulders shivering under her fringed woollen shawl as a woman- her mother- urged her, gently, to the edge of the parapet.

The waterfall thundered, spray filling the air with haze, and the wind numbed young Donna's face to wood, but as her mother's hand smoothed over the neat braids of her hair and she told her to look, sweet girl, look down there, the darkness of the valley bloomed with light. It filled the night air, painted the haze with shades of fire-gold and vivid orange, and Donna could nearly taste it. The barley-sugar and the fried dough, the sweetness of mucenici and the rich, salty grease of roasted pork, so much of it it sizzled and spat in the flames as it dripped from the carcass's ribs. White hogs, legendary for their prized fat-marbled meat, were slaughtered for the birth of the cold, the coming of the dark months and the worm moons and the wolf nights. These were bonfires, dance-fires, and they lit up the frozen mountain valley like a reflection of the stars. Donna imagined the whirl of silk ribbons through the flames, the bells jangling, the music and the laughter and the songs.

And the people! Saints, the people, peasant farmers and craftsmen and hunters with their silver-chased guns, merchants hawking wares from caravan and saddle-bag and pack, telling tales of the strange, wondrous beasts they'd seen in the deep forest, the monster wolves, the stags with antlers that branched like a witch's tree and seemed to shift and move on their heads as if alive. Girls Donna's age, faces ruddy in the firelight as they stuffed themselves sick with sweets, whispering about books and embroidery and how much they hated gutting fish for the ciorba. Donna imagined herself, a pale little girl creeping in at the edge of the circle to display her own embroidery, a handkerchief she'd spent the last week perfecting, its design of crow feathers and holly so perfect, so fine, the individual stitches could not be detected, not even by touch.

They would love her. They would love her! If she showed them she could do things, make things, nice things, they would love her.

"Why can't we..." she started, and her mother cut her off with a shake of her head. In the crook of her arm, baby Claudia snuffled, sleeping in her fur hood, ignorant to the cold and the celebrations below.

"Every year," her mother told her, with a click of her tongue. Lady Beneviento looked as she always did, dressed in embroidered blouse and woollen shawl and softly-chiming ornaments that honored the Saints and Mother Miranda alike. She was thin and wan and gaunt around the edges, a great beauty gone to the edge of the grave, her black hair coiled at the nape of her neck like the knot of a hangman's noose-

(You wish she'd just hanged herself like some kind of normal person, didn't you? Instead of what she and Papa did for realsies. The way they looked at the bottom of the falls-! Ooooh, makes me shiver, doesn't it, Donna! The crows found them long before you did, didn't they? And the rocks found them first, and the water, lapping up at them so soft and gentle, you thought they were big dolls at first, big dolls all broken, because how could those faces be Mommy and Daddy, how could the rocks have treated them so badly, smashed apart like porcelain dropped from such a terrible height-)

"Every year you ask me," Lady Beneviento chided her. "Do I have to answer you again?"

Donna said nothing. She turned slowly back toward the valley below, watching the firelight through the mist. The force of the falls vibrated under her slippers, and she could almost feel the house behind her, a looming weight pressing on the surface of her mind like a stone against water.

Don't let it through, Donna.

But she'd been born here, up in the tower room that stared disconsolate over the mountainside as if waiting for something. Her father had taken her afterbirth in Berengario's great silver chalice, in the way House Beneviento had for so many sister centuries, only this time, for her and for Claudia, later, it was not delivered to the monster wolves- holy creatures- at the edge of the woods. It was taken down, down, down the long winding path, over the bridges and through the lych-yard and down and down the mountain to the glow of candles and the click of gilded talons, to a smile with teeth and the taste of mold and incense on the back of the tongue.

To Mother Miranda, who, if Donna's father was to be believed, had taken it from the chalice in his upraised hands as he'd knelt at her feet, had slid her claws deep into its pulpy mass, and had smiled as she sank her teeth into the bloody flesh and tore a chunk out.

Affinity, she'd whispered, and even telling it years later Donna's father smiled like the sun was on his face. Donna had nagged at him to tell her the story as she perched, legs swinging, on a chair by his workbench while he carved his pretty dolls and clever puppets.

House Beneviento had ever been full of silver tongues and quick fingers, ever since the great Berengario had brought his famed silver automata to life within sight of this mountain place, animated by their glowing crystal hearts. It was said ghosts lived within the crystal, that they were what gave the automata life, were what had made them write and preen and dance, all in eerie, perfect silence save for the faint click-click of their mechanical innards. Now, centuries later, his descendant's creations dangled on strings from the rafters around them, paint drying, glue setting, gilt fresh as snowfall, newborn things like Donna had once been.

"What made that so special?" she'd groused. "She ate it? So what?"

"So," Lord Beneviento had said, mocking her insistent tone, "It means you could be special, too, poppet. You could be her child. Her special child."

She'd grabbed at her father's coattails, and when she spoke it was in a high, keening whine, pathetic with anxiety. "But I'm already your child. No one else's. Don't say I'm anyone else's, please, please, please-"

"Donna," her father said, low in his throat.

But her grip tightened, sweaty on the fabric. "Can't you just show me how to carve the hands, how to paint the faces again, please?"

(Oooh, Donna, but that made you excited, didn't it? Not just a princess but the prettiest princess! Miranda's pretty princess. Special, special, cakes and tea, a dress for every day of the year. Those golden talons stroking your hair. Everyone in town not being scared of you and your dead face anymore. They'd bow before you! Shower you with devotion! So much love you could choke on it! But you were too scared, weren't you, and that's what ended up doing this to you, twisting you and maiming you, little mouse in a trap with a broken leg. Maybe if you'd been braver, been bolder, the gift would have given you abilities good enough for Mother. It's all right, I get it. I do. I'm no portrait myself, ha ha ha! I know how it feels. We're a team, you and I. A matched set. You're too scared and too broken so just do as I say, and we'll be just fine)

"I just want to go see," little Donna whispered to her mother.

"What was that?"

"The...the festivals. It's holy, that's what the gardener says. A holy night and it's lucky to dance," she said all in a rush. She huddled deeper into her shawl; the cold had tightened, bitter against her teeth. She barely felt her toes. "Maybe...maybe we could be lucky, I mean me and you and Papa and Claudia, we could all be-"

"No," her mother snarled. Donna shut up with a flinch. "You don't leave. You can't. Never!"

"Just one time couldn't hurt," Donna muttered.

Her mother's hand snapped to her face and pinched it, pinched her cheek so hard between her thin fingers the pain felt like a needle through her, hot and throbbing and so sudden she gasped. Her eyes snapped wide as her mother yanked her close, as she bent to Donna's level, as she stared into Donna's face with eyes so huge her colorless irises were ringed in white. She radiated panic, bitter and awful; Claudia stirred in her arms and began to fuss, but Lady Beneviento ignored her.

"You can never go down to the village," she told Donna. "You set foot past the gates alone, you even think of crossing the bridge, and I'll break your legs myself. I'll take a hammer to you like Lord Heisenberg and break them so badly you shall never walk again. Do you understand?"

She gave Donna a shake, nails biting deep into her flesh. "Do you understand me?"

Tears streamed from Donna's eyes; she tasted blood, tasted the acid of fear. "I-"

"Do you?"

"Y...yes-"

"Good." She released Donna and began to rock the baby in her arms, little Claudia grumbling and twisting her small newborn face. Their mother settled, serene, a pale figure in the night, like nothing had happened, but the light had not left her eyes, bright with mania, with a terror that touched madness.

Donna's heart raced. Her face ached, hot and pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She couldn't move, not even when the cold reached her knees, not even when bursts and pinwheels of color lit the night, the smell of saltpeter reaching them through the gloom as the fireworks spiraled higher and higher toward the moon.

(And you stayed that way a long time)

Donna, Donna, Donna, quiet as a mouse. Little Dolly Donna, creep about the house!

I should have run-

(But if you had I would never have been born! And you'd miss me, wouldn't you?)

I can't miss what was never there.

(But I am here, Donna)

The dark closed in. Claudia was a child, bright and sunny, laughing in the garden amidst yellow flowers. She raced ahead, pigtail whipping over her shoulder.

Come find me!

Donna covered her eyes, then peeked, and Claudia was there, face bright with mirth. She took after their father in that way.

Don't look, Donna!

She covered her eyes again, and the darkness grew closer until it was all around, until she smelled the damp and stone and unbroken cold of a place far belowground, that had never, never seen the sun.

And when she took her hands away, Claudia was gone.

She sat on a spindly chair on an uneven flagstone floor, chair legs rasping against grit each time she shifted her weight. The house above crushed down against her, another sense honed by time.

A pale figure glowed before her in the darkness, lace and silk petticoats and porcelain grin, perched on the stone lip of an old, old well.

(I am here, and you are here, and we are never,

never,

never

going away.)

[supernaturalkickparty]

Ok so it's taking me forever to get through my Walker re-watch because of the toddler and life in general but I have made a list of all heb products in the first 11 episodes so far.

Pilot- James and Liam sitting on porch waiting for Walker, James is drinking an 1877 mineral water.

Micki and Trey fixing up Cordells hand, Trey is drinking an HEB Twist- store brand version of Sprite.

Season 1 ep. 2 Back in the Saddle

Breakfast scene, Liam is making a smoothie has heb central market organic whole milk.

Season 1 ep 3. Bobble Head- no heb products

Season 1 ep 4. Don't Fence Me In

Cordell and stella talking in kitchen, on top of fridge heb organic raisin bran and heb organic honey nut toasted o's

Abby cooking in the kitchen- bag of hill country fare sugar

Season 1 ep 5. Duke

Micki Trey breakfast scene- jar of heb texas creamy peanut butter and a can of heb canned veggies

Season 1 ep 6. Bar None

Cordell and kids packing for camping trip, there's a bottle Heb orange ginger dish soap by the sink

Abby Bonham Trevor Stella Augie picnic, heb texas tough tupperware

End of episode- Abby gives Trevor food in heb texas tough tupperware

Cordell and kids having breakfast at the sidestep, bottle of heb no pulp orange juice at the bar, bag of heb bagels at the bar

Season 1 ep 7. Tracks

Augie making breakfast- heb 2% reduced fat milk half gallon, hill country fare pancake syrup.

Same heb cereals on top of fridge as in Don't Fence Me In.

Hill country fare red solo cups on table as the kids set up for Thirsty Balls

Season 1 ep 8. Fine is a Four Letter Word

Cordell making the kids breakfast, same heb cereals on top of the fridge, a box of hill country fare snack crackers(heb's version of Ritz)

Augie has hill country fare syrup

Season 1 ep 9. Rule Number 17

Bonham in the fridge, heb heavy cream, heb central market sparkling water, various hill country fare salad dressings, heb spicy mustard, heb sweet tea, heb cranberry juice.

Season 1 ep 10. Encore

No heb products

Season 1 ep 11. Freedom

Hoyt and Mawline in kitchen, heb texas tough tupperware, heb mayo, heb dijon mustard, heb deli meats and cheese, heb essential grain bread.

[tornsurvivors]

047. in a cozy cottage with a crackling fireplace for Alicia & Bella

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm light over the forest and the land. It was signaling the end of another long day, and Alicia couldn't be any more grateful for it. It had been one long fucking day-- chasing after some bounty with Sadie and Camille. It was one of them big bounties, too. A notorious idiot with a fat and juicy price on his head.

At least summer was comin' to an end, so she wasn't out in the blazing heat. It had been fairly cooler than the previous month. Alicia was tending to Kronos, her stallion, brushing him down and feeding him his favorite meals when Jasmine, her red Siberian Husky came running out to greet her.

"Hey, girl." She smiled as she crouched down and scratched behind the dog's ear and chuckled from the slobbering licks all over her face. "Alright, alright! I see you're real happy to see me, too. C'mon, I'm starvin'." After tossing the horse brush in her saddle bag and unbuckling it from Kronos, she headed towards the cottage. She already could smell the stew cooking and it was damn glorious considering how starving she truly was.

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

Coming across an orchard, he haggles with the owner and buys plums. Fat and purple, they split right down the middle to reveal their golden insides. Eskel only eats a few, keeping the rest in his saddle bags. Shani loves them, and he wants to share them with her. Eskel returns to Oxenfurt, and settles into a new life

Of a Fearsome Mind Chapter 18:  To Their Flight Our Pleasures Suit

Fandom: Witcher (Video Games) Rating: E Words: 1741

Read it on AO3

Sexual Abuse

Witcher Trials (The Witcher)

Witcher Training (The Witcher)

Witchers Have Feelings (The Witcher)

Childhood Trauma

Trauma

Past Child Abuse

Kaer Morhen (The Witcher)

Father Figures

POV Eskel (The Witcher)

Eskel Whump (The Witcher)

Angst

Hurt

Eventual Happy Ending

Mayfly/December Relationship

What's a Witcher When He's Not a Witcher

Building A New Life

[impossible-gains]

“Oh, we doing titles too, darling? Again, cute, but I'm sure someone ought to care.”

BLRRHPT-!

A thrust forwards, hands threading the ends of hips to pull on the dough-like saddle bags,

BRRRRRPLLLLLLLLPLPLPLPHHHHRRRRTTT

Ass off the wood, a thick gust rank and putrid as the woman that sat there, another saggy THWUMP and another threatening groan. HWARLP-- passed her lips, hands treading to her middle as her form eased back down.

"BOURRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!~"

This is going to go on for a while, both girls flaunting, belching, ripping ass, and whatnot. And by the end of the night, Luvia plans to have this wheezy, sweaty warcrime cougar on all fours on the floor, ass up, with her fat fucking face guzzling from the slop trough-

It's going to take a bit of charm to not have the positions reversed in that scenario, but...she'll try to make it work~

[mostly-mercy-vore]

"Post op complications"

[Mercy x 💀/💀/💀/💀/💀]

Content Warning: Vore. Post Vore Weight Gain. Implied (already happened) post vore scat. BOOOONES.

Angela sat, one long lock of sweaty blonde hair over her eye. Her eyes half closed, panting, wheezing. .she was on the toilet. Her fat cake rolled over either sides of the seat and hung like saddle bags. Her fat gut, a mere little pillow under the heaving, monstrous milk white tits.

Mercy panted. She was manspreading, slumped against the back of the tank. The healer's breathing heavy. With a groan her ass farted a bit into the bowl signaling the end of her digestive misery. Panting, soaked in sweat, she mumbled to herself.

"Look...look..." she clapped two hands to her gut, and squeezed. All the plush dough like fat gushing between her fingers. "Look what your stupid family did to me!" She whined. Turning her face to glower at your bone white skull, empty sockets staring back at her.

"72 hours laying in bed digesting you all. PTO gone. Sixteen hours on ze toilet. Four trips to the bathroom. Five skulls FIVE FUCKING SKULLS!" Mercy almost choked and sobbed, her poor little butthole was so sore. She bit her lip and grabbed her fat hips "Look at what your sisters did to mein ass! How am I supposed to....these are going to shred my stretchiest pantyhose!" Mercy wobbled her fat hips sending a shake to her new bigger 82 inch ass.

The milf medic slapped her thighs. "Your papa destroyed these, zere is absolutely no way I am wearing those mom jeans you were so horny for now, need an all new wardrobe! And your mother!!!!"

Angela snatched up your polished skull and held it aloft in the palm of her left hand. Glaring at you as she heaved one fat, juicy tit as big as a kickball in the palm of her hand.

"Where am I supposed to get a bra to fit these massive mommy mikkers, hmm!?!" Angela Ziegler tipped her hand letting her big, sweaty, fifty pound tit to slap against the rest of her doughy belly.

Angela dropped her arms helplessly. They were pillowy and fat now, holding them up seemed like such an effort. Her fingers, holding your eye sockets like a bowling ball, relaxed. Your skull clatters to the floor and rolls away. Mercy doesn't care. Why would she give a fuck?

A dog doesn't care about dog food. The Nurse, didn't care about nurse food. Dumb. Young. Eager. Stupid little gutslut. Mercy had already gobbled you up and used you. Your bones were no more important to her than the fucking kleenex you used to clean your cum.

Mercy panted and sighed. Resting her hands on your final burial place: her fat little belly. Squeezing the chub there, she could tell it was you fattening up her new gut. You'd always been a pathetic little pervert for her chubby tummy. It only made sense you'd cling to her warm belly.

"Ugh. You said you were home alone." Mercy sighed, grunting and rocking her body, attempting to get into a standing position. Her legs were numb from hours on the toilet, making it difficult, but not impossible. "Your sister heard you screaming. What did you think was going to happen when I gobbled you up? Hmm? A nice pleasant bath? Maybe jerk off in mein gut and then I let you out? Zat is not how a pred's biology works!" She corrected her glasses as she scolded the gut she couldn't see, but knew was somewhere under those massive tits.

"So then your sisters start screaming for momma and papa, so I have to wrestle them to the ground and start gulping, and by the time your Papa got here I had to pin him to the wall with your sister's legs still hanging out my mouth and all ze DRAMA. I all zat whining about being crushed and not able to breathe under your sisters and the way you begged and sobbed as your mother was pushed ontop of your father and your sister smooshed what was left of you. You were all just dinner at zat point, who cares if you're a little squished?"

Mercy kicked your skull in frustration and you rolled into a dark corner of the bathroom.

Just as well. With her current size she couldn't bend over to pick it up again anyway.

"Hope you are happy." She turned to look at her thick as fuck, plump new curves. Putting a chunky hand into her big ass cheek. Her eyes bulged, her ass was fatter than she thought. "Stupid little prey sluts looking for a quick nut on ze internet. Don't you know I'm a hero? I can't be caught gulping down little perverts like you from online!"

Doctor Zeigler thumped her belly and pouted. So much fucking trouble. So much fat plumping her up.

Then she smiled. Remembering the way you struggled inside her. Getting wet just thinking about how good it felt to masturbate with a big prey filled gut.

"Still. I think you were always supposed to be Mercy food. Ja? You look so good on me." She pat her tummy. And held her head high, as she waddled to the door. Her massive belly, thunder thighs, fat ass and plump tits all bouncing and jiggling with each thundering step. The second floor of your home creaking under her new weight. Mercy grinned, the chub wasn't all bad. She pat her ass, and rubbed her belly. Wondering if anyone would even see her next victim through all that blubber. She kinda liked her rounder face, you know what? Maybe it wasn't so bad. For a moment she considered the doorway approaching her: she was wider, but also softer, she'd have to smoosh her way through a bit. But looking down at her curves they shouldn't be a problem. Heaving one boob then the other through the doorframe, her belly smooshed like a blob pushing it's way through. Beaming, she gave her fat tum a rub, and gave a short triumphant nod, and put one foot forward to head down the hall. To your parents' room perhaps? Mercy found herself hoping your mom had a vibratory somewhere because she suddenly felt much, much bet-

Squthunk.

Mercy nearly tripped and fell flat on her face, her hands caught the sides of the door to steady herself. Her stride halted mid step as something grabbed her about the hips.

Blinking stupidly. Mercy tried to move, her fat sloshed and wobbled as she tried to walk forward, only to rebound and bounce blobbily back into the door frame. Something digging into her waist. She was stuck? Mercy looked back at her fat hips waiting sadly on the inside of the bathroom door, her fat boobs and big belly hanging heavily in the hall. Her big, fat as fuck, massive jiggly, family meal fed booty was stuck in your bathroom doorway.

"Oh ze drama!" She pouted. Mercy frowned and blew a dangling blonde lock of hair out of her face and rolled her eyes. "It never ends!"

[mahayanapilgrim]

Palden Lhamo has orange-brown hair, with 9 peacock feathers above her head. Her exposed fangs gnaw on a human corpse, and she has an intimidating stare with three blood-shot bulging eyes. These eyes represent her ability to see into the past, present, and future.

Her dark blue colour represents her attainment of great bliss and realisation of emptiness. Her body is smeared with ashes, fat, and blood. Her entire form is surrounded by flames, representing her presence in the charnel grounds.

The skull cup of blood in her right hand symbolises the destruction of obstacles. In her left hand, she holds a sandalwood club with a vajra to watch over the oath-bound, ensuring their dedication and integrity in upholding the Dharma.

She carries a bag of diseases that she collects from those who invoke her to help cure health-related illnesses. Her other hand releases them to plague those who commit evil actions.

Her legs are in a semi-relaxed posture, and a chain connects one ankle to the other. She sits on a horse/mule whose fearful shrieks sound like thunder.

She has a sun disc at her navel and a crescent moon above her head. She wears a black scarf and flayed human skin as a shawl.

Her upper garments are made from black fabric, and her skirt is made from tiger skin, held together by a belt made of snakes. Her crown is adorned by five skulls and bone ornaments such as bracelets and ankles, and she wears a garland of freshly decapitated heads.

Her horse reins are made of poisonous snakes, wrapped around the human skin saddle. Snakes dangling from the horse hold a pouch with a pair of dice used to determine karmic fate, one black and the other white, and a ball of string of rolled up weapons. This represents her ability to grant divinatory powers using dice to those who have received her empowerment. She also carries a red tablet used to cast spells tucked into her belt.