#violet rambling

[bellyyearner]

I think for a lot of us into soft feedism, we really just want to be held and cherished for who we are. Just having a partner that leaves judgement at the door and genuinely enjoys our presence. That goes both ways of course

Regardless of how either of our bodies change over time, kink related or not, enjoying your partner as an individual is sooo important to a functional relationship. A relationship built only on sexual attraction is rocky and unbalanced at best

I wanna listen to them geek out on something I never had an interest in before I met them. I wanna be on a solo shopping trip and grab something new and tasty looking that I just *know* they're gonna love. I wanna wake up, see their sleeping face, and have my heart beat faster while my face gets hot. I wanna slip outta bed to make them their favorite morning tea/coffee. I wanna laugh as we both trash talk something we both don't like. I wanna feel their warm embrace after being busy all day, let that relaxation ease up the tension in my shoulders. But above all else I want them to feel the same way as I do. If love ain't gonna be like that, I don't want it

[meteor-paint]

Eueueu, something that really frustrates me in the Yume/Oc x cc community is that when it comes to templates, I can never seem to be able to fine Polyamorous ones ☹️ for a community that's pretty accepting for the most part it can be pretty common for me atleast to feel a but left out with certain trends and stuff

It's probably just a skill issue of mine, but still smh 😔

[littlemissnoname13]

Ik I started this blog to write fanfiction but I’ve been wanting to write something original for a hot minute…

[bellyyearner]

I want to see you balloon with fat slowly over time. None of that extreme gain, though it's very hot in its own right. I want to see you swell with lard because of love. Your fat being a representation of how well you've been loved and cared for. When I see a 400+ pounder with clear smooth skin(I'm not talking about stretch marks), and a healthy amount of movement, my heart just swoons and I can feel the care and consideration for yourself through the screen. Whether you did it solo or with a lover doesn't matter, I can see how much you love your body regardless. A careful consideration for how comfy you are at that moment and a constant decision made to continue gaining based on how you feel.

That slow burn of 10-20lbs a year over a long period of time, giving your body time to adjust while still indulging far more than the average person. I can just feel the love and positivity radiate off my screen.

And when the feedee is in a relationship I just know their partner cares for them *as a person* not just a sexual object and that alone makes them more attractive in my eyes. Because clearly you have plenty of good qualities and traits to make a relationship last that long. That love you share with a partner makes you beam with beauty, stress and anxiety age you and quite literally affect your body in profound ways. A happy and love filled life makes one appear more youthful and radiant as an individual.

Just another example of how love wins at the end of the day

[meteor-paint]

Twitter has been slowly becoming an absolute hell hole for me to be in these past few months ever since June.

Having to see dumbasses post god awful takes about Nemona and shit. Now, I have to deal with people accusing me of being a p-word again just because I'm matching pfps and just account aesthetics with my best friends also just being really close, having a deep bond with them.

They do it to get under my skin, yes, but joking about shit like that really isn't funny at all. I'm tired of having to explain myself multiple times. I'm just trying to have fun, draw, and post my hyperfixation on Pokémon Scarlet and Violet + Nemona.

[songbird-orpheus]

there’s gotta be an audience for m*cbeth fanart on here

[bellyyearner]

It's a little disappointing that cocks don't get fatter as you gain weight

But cock being swallowed by an ever growing fupa, leaving the owner of that cock lard locked is still very nice

[violet-embers]

The first time I saw a trans woman was in porn. I was pretty young then, in early middle school I think. My first thoughts about trans women only existed in a sexual context, since that was the only place I saw us mentioned

The next time I saw trans people mentioned was a TV show presumably about trans people and transitioning. I didn't watch it, only saw the description because even as a kid I had already internalized the idea that it was taboo and I would get in trouble if my parents walked in and I was watching it

Eventually I saw enough TV and cop shows to see an episode with the dead trans hooker trope. It further reinforced the building idea that trans women were something else, separate from "normal" people and always on the outskirts of society

And then Caitlyn Jenner came out. At my Catholic middle school there were few kind things said about her and plenty of nasty comments, but this was the first time I saw trans people being publicly talked about

In high school my views on trans people started to fracture. On one hand, I was being pushed the idea that gender was about what's in your pants, that if you've got a dick your a man and there's nothing that can be done about it. On the other hand, early high school me had stumbled across some gender change erotica and quickly became obsessed with it. While it wasn't great representation, it was still pretty positive about transitioning. The people in those stories were always happier afterwards

I struggled to reconcile what parts of society were saying about trans people with my daydreaming about what I'd do if I woke up the next morning as a girl. Eventually I decided that it was just a fetish. I just thought it was hot, there was no way I could be trans because I was just a normal person. I wasn't weird or a spectacle for others to gawk at, I was just a person

Around that time I also met a trans person in passing for the first time. One of the trans guys at my high school was in one of the musicals that I went to because some of my friends were also in them. When I was talking to my friends about it after someone mentioned the trans guy and that he was trans. I wasn't really sure what to think so I kinda just didn't think about it. Thinking back, there were a few trans guys at my high school but I don't think there was a single out trans woman

Eventually in college I actually met some trans and nonbinary people. In some classes we introduced ourselves on the first day with names and pronouns which was my first exposure to people using pronouns other than just he/him and she/her. I had a few classes with trans and nonbinary people, including a survey of transgender studies class I took in my last semester. I had plenty of excuses for why I was taking it (I needed a few more credits to graduate. It still had room open. It fit with my other classes. It seemed interesting. I'm trying to be a good ally.)

Around this time as well I found some trans creators online like ContraPoints and Philosophy Tube (whom I had watched before she came out as trans). I was weirdly excited and interested when Odyssey Eurobeat came out as trans and I went to go listen to some of her music right after I heard. I was starting to have examples of trans people just being people. Not just porn stars or public spectacles, but people

Later I met and befriended a few trans women, one of whom was extremely open about her transness and happened to share a video which started the initial steps of my egg cracking and figuring out who I am now

If I had actually known any trans women, if the world had been kinder to trans people, if representation of trans women as people existed and was well known, I might have been able to realize who I was sooner. I would have been able to exist as myself for more than a tiny fragment of my life so far

Representation matters, both in media and in daily life. Trans people being out and open about who they are made it possible for me to realize that about myself. Please never stop being who you are

[smoldering-violets]

Please reblog for sample size!

I know other people have asked this but from what I've seen it was just a binary yes/no. I'm curious about people's reasons for why or why not (also I want to know how many other people are also going to choose option 1)

[sweetpupii]

[artemfluid]

Daily reminder

[bellyyearner]

I've been thinking about this all day and just need to get it out of my system

"Just a couple more bites sweetie! You're soo close"

You're pinned to the bed, your weight has gotten out of control lately, packing on at least 12lbs a month and closing in on 400. Your growing gut has been stretched to it's limit so often that it's dominating your frame, so now as you're leaning back into pillows against the headboard you don't think you'll be able to move for a while. Slowly you open your mouth as your wife pushes another forkful into your mouth, your head is so foggy from overstimulation that you can't recall what you're eating, all you know is that it tastes sweet.

Shes rubbing her free hand in circles across your fattened middle, pushing and prodding the places that typically elicit burps but now it's just groans and heightened breathing. She lifts the fork again

"I promise this is the last bite baby, be good for me and open up"

She's staring into your eyes with a pure lustful determination, her breathing is hitched and you can feel her dripping onto your thigh. You open again and she slowly pushes the forkful in, sealing it with a kiss as she drops the fork back onto the plate, both her hands end up on your love handles as she leans into you, planted her lips across your chest. The last bite is slow and painful, it's sweet but you're so stuffed it doesn't register as food by this point, just a mass made of calories that is difficult to swallow. She notices you taking your time chewing it thoroughly

"Aww come on now, you got it, just let it slide on down"

You do as she says and groan loudly as she hugs your belly tight and grips your deepening back rolls. Youre just sat there, propped up as a toy for her enjoyment, her slipping words into your ears about how good you did for her and how fat you're getting. She pulls out lotion and oil, lathering up her hands and diving between your rolls and over the dome of your gut as you moan and groan the whole time.

About 15 minutes pass before your belly has calmed down, she just can't take it anymore and takes her bra off and pulls her self closer to you and raises her body up, breast right before your eyes

"I know you're stuffed babe... And I know we pushed you pretty hard tonight but... I promised you that was the last bite... I didn't say you were done yet..."

Her nipples are leaking, thick white droplets forming and falling from her breast, before you even have a chance of protesting she leans into you and presses her tits in your face before grabbing the left one and positioning it in your mouth. Instinctively you latch on and begin to suck, the milk from her other breast is dripping onto your chest. She coos and encourages you to drink your fill, grinding her sopping pussy against your thigh, each swallow hurts but it's worth it, you're getting fat off of her love and you know there's nothing she enjoys more than her body being able to provide that. Whether it's bringing you another plate of food as you're stuck on the couch, or her breast swelling with milk and draining down your throat. There's no difference to her, as long as you're growing, she's happy

Once her left breast is empty she quickly replaces it with her right, grabbing your hand and lifting it to grope her left. You're so deep in your hedonistic haze that she knows she needs to guide you through it, she needs to be your light bearer and guide you to the finish line. Your stomach is at capacity now, you can feel her milk going down and not reaching your stomach, it's just getting caught between mouth and gut. Each time your mouth fills and you try to swallow you only get half of it down before needing air and the rest spills out and cascades across your globular form.

By the time you've finished being topped off by her breasts you're fading in and out of consciousness, awake for a moment to see her desperately rutting against your thigh before passing out and waking up to see her slowly rocking back and forth, groping her tits and your stuffed middle. Like a slide show going forward a slide and back a slide over and over. You don't know how long she had her way with you, but by the end of it you heard her squealing and moaning without a care in the world before she fell into the bed next to you, snuggling up as close as possible and caressing your swollen middle as you both blissfully let sleep take you

[nostalgicmiscellaneous]

I was reflecting on Violet's talk about Colin's sensitive nature and made me think that truly he's a bit of a loner in their home, isn't him? It's like he is the one that needs to keep on trying and when he does something for himself, he's questioned, belittled or ignored. When Colin was thinking that he should marry and forge his own way, to be taken serious, he told Violet exactly that, Anthony shut him down by simply saying he should have taken him to brothels... and there you go, folks, where Colin's example of how a single man should behave comes from. He thought courting a girl everyone wanted was him being taken serious but the brother he admires, told him that, and made he believe that's what a man of their position should behave at his age. So Maybe if he does, if he acts like them, he's going to find his own path & find his own happiness, he thinks. When Colin travels, he keeps writing home, wanting to communicate with his family and loved to hear back from them, and also because he really loves to write - and is good at it -, but they rarely if ever ( some) do. And that's why he was always happy that Pen did, as he was mostly ignored and even mocked for that, they were being quite dismissive of him. We know how he also doesn't truly feel like he belongs and that's one of the reasons he went away, run away. Sure, he loves to travel but we know it's also to free himself of the whole 'Colin Bridgerton' he thinks he should be. When Colin tries to make something, do business of his own, but is something out of his depth as he was never prepared for it - Anthony was the heir to the title and older, likely was taught by his father some things already and maybe Colin and Benedict would too but had no time and Anthony never guided him that way, it seems - he was screamed at and, once again, thought he had truly no purpose. Losing his father way younger than Anthony was a huge trauma too. As much as Violet is a good mother, in that context, losing his father put him without a fundamental support and counsel a young men would need at that time, specially on his late teens and young men years. Still, he's very sweet, a soft guy who worries about his family, just look at every situation that he truly is there wanting to support, a romantic and quite naive in the matters of emotions. A kind guy who always wants to make others happy and defend people when he thinks they are being taken advantage of, were wronged or need his help just to feel happy. And yet the only person that actually has always ever done that for him, in every aspects - attention, protection, love, interest and engaging on his life -, is Pen, his kindred spirit.

[cherrirui-official]

"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."

"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."

[tbhshaped]

hello vi weight gain I love you vi weight gain

[niilue]

don't come to tell me that vi is a super dominant girl and expert in sex or in relationships when the woman has been 7 years in prison ....

i mean, the simple touch of hands makes her hyperventilate, imagine asking her to have sex or even something as simple as a kiss with tongue ... the girl would convulse.