#yummy… so nummy…

[threebyfours]

Burger King for lunch :D

[local-lover-boy]

I ated all my chicken nd now I down't hwave no more chicken :(

[trash-city]

Mag-Pie

[kil9]

i had a dream i was on this huge like life threatening adventure quest and all i wanted from it was a hershey's peppermint bark bar

[baconcolacan]

I love you, I love your stories, and I wish you all the best, your well-being is so freaking important, please take care <3

Awwww thank you so much anon! You guys are so so sweet. Sometimes I can’t believe I have you guys supporting me and my works, its really a lot and I appreciate it <3

Also too late on the well-being. As I have said in the last post: I fell down the stairs, lmao.

[diamondnokouzai]

just when you thought dr pepper couldnt get any better they add coconut

[lunarsanctuary]

i just had a drink that took my virginity and it was from a place called 'slutty icees'

[rainbow-recipe]

shoutout to rice

[katerinathesaint]

this man has GYATT to be the most sloppy man in the world EVER. when he makes out with you it’s so sloppy there’s spit dripping down both of your chins, his tongue is gliding through your mouth like he’s mapping the damn thing out cause he just needs you so bad that he doesn’t care how messy he gets; he actually prefers the messiness, it proves that your his.

don’t get me started on the head this man is the MUNCH MASTER!!!!! MUNCHING ALL OVER THE PLACE!!!! yeah he gives you the best, sloppiest head known to man, again, using his tongue to map out your cunt OHHHH YEAHHHHHHHH he makes the fuck out with your pussy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH OM NOM YUMMY NUMMY

[doctorsiren]

blessed is the food that you have given us of chubby Phoenix on this fine evening.. he is mouthwatering, appetizing, tasty, flavorful, delectable, succulent, luscious, savory, piquant, scrumptious, yummy, yum-yum, peng, finger-licking good, nummy, flavorous, sapid, delightful, exquisite, lovely, glorious, heavenly, divine, enticing, majestic, ethereal, elegant, attractive, handsome, dashing, dazzling, gorgeous, lovely, magnificent, fair, pretty, wonderful, beautiful, pleasing, graceful, aesthetically, alluring, charming, delicacy, extraordinary, splendid, flawless, delicate, sweetness, glamorous, radiant, striking, photogenic, snazzy, appealing, pretty, angelic, excellent, superb, fine, fascinating, marvelous, ravishing, bewitching, and a distinguished gentleman in your style.. literally so ba-da-ba-pa-ba

oh my god you are literally saving us from the dreading hunger that we suffer from each day, every waking hour that I personally see of buff, skinny, whatever Phoenix (THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH IT BY THE WAY.), by now I have grown immensely numb to seeing Phoenix drawn as such but then here you come in full glory of shining light with chubby Phoenix and I forever and ever thank you

..the words I used to describe it are synonyms of delicious and good looking by the way so you don’t have to read all of that :3c

I’m glad! Allow me to use this post to talk about some headcanons I have

So Phoenix has ADHD. Feenie was unmedicated until after the whole thing with Dahlia. Once he turned his attention to studying law and doing law school, he got a prescription to help him focus his energy and mind.

AA1-3 Phoenix took the medication.

He stopped taking them during the 7 year gap because he didn’t really need them and also he needed to use that money to take care of his newly adopted daughter (which is one of the factors of his weight gain bc he’s no longer taking medication that has an appetite suppressant side effect). Also, he would work out as well, so the extra weight is both fat and muscle. Working out was one of the things that helped him get over his alcoholism that he fell into after his disbarment.

After AA4, he started taking medication again (as well as biking around a lot like he used to, so he lost some weight but bc he’s already 34/35, his metabolism slowed so he kept part of it). He kept working out because it was already a part of his routine now and he found it to be a great stress reliever. Also, he got a nicely tailored suit (paid for by Miles 💖), which works well with the dad bod he has now :)

Based on the original sprites, he’s got broad shoulders, and based on the fact that he bikes a lot, he’s got strong legs :3

[kala-basaa]

We're learning a lot these days, aren't we? 👁️👁️

So. Much. Lore. 

It’s so fun seeing everyone sparking to life over this. We’re all just vibrating with anticipation and it’s infectious as hell. I love it 🧡

I’m also pretty glad I didn’t make my OC sheets yet lol. There’s so much yummy, nummy potential to make things tastier~

❤️💛💙

[mellowsadistic]

Debbie tilted her head back and guzzled greedily from her baba. Daddy always came into her room to leave a warm bottle of milkies by her bedside, so she’d always have something yummy to drink first thing after her nap. She liked her bottles. They were sweet and nummy. Not like her icky baby food.

Debbie shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her wet diaper crinkling beneath her bottom. Her bum-bum still hurt a little from the spanking she’d gotten two days before, when she’d pouted in her highchair at dinner and asked why she couldn’t have steak and wine like Daddy was having. Why did she have to eat yucky mush instead?

But she’d learned her lesson after that. Daddy had made things clear when he’d been turned her naughty bottom bright red. Grown-ups got to eat steak and drink wine. Dumb babies like her got to eat baby food and drink formula, and that was just the way it was. Daddy didn’t like when Debbie pretended to be a grown-up. He said it was important for her to remember her place.

There was a hiss of air as Debbie finished her bottle, and she dropped it to the bed, smiling. She always felt better after her baba. She got to her feet, her bare boobies sloshing about on her chest, and her legs spread wide apart by the bulk of her nappy.

She looked at her body, and at the thick, white padding between her thighs, frowning slightly. She had big boobies. Little girls didn’t have boobies, she knew. But big girls did. She’d seen them. When they’d been out in town a few days ago, she’d pointed to a woman passing them and said “Dat lady’s got big boobies wike me!” and Daddy had found it very funny. She liked making Daddy laugh, and she was very good at it.

But even if she did have boobies, big girls definitely didn’t wear nappies. They wore boring big girl clothes instead, not like the pretty dresses and tutus Daddy dressed her in. Big girls could use the potty, but dumb babies like her just went pee-pee and poo-poo in their pants.

Debbie pressed her legs together and felt her nappy squelch between her legs. She wrinkled her nose. Yucky! She’d done quite a lot of wee-wees during her nap, just like she always did. She didn’t know how grown-ups used the toilet. It didn’t make any sense to her. When she needed to pee, she peed. And when she needed to poo, she did a poo. It was a good thing she had her nappy on to stop her making a mess. And it was a good thing she had her Daddy to change her when she was stinky, because she wouldn’t know the first thing about how to do it!

But still, Debbie had a strange feeling she hadn’t always worn diapers. She was sure, if she tried really hard, she could remember a time when she hadn’t even been Debbie at all – she’d been Deborah, and she’d been Daddy’s wife, a grown-up who wore big girl clothes and ate big girl food and sat on the grown-up’s potty. But that was silly! She was too stupid and immature to be a grown-up. Daddy said so.

Then she realised someone was standing in the doorway to her bedroom. Daddy!

“What are you trying to do thinkies about, sweetie?” he chuckled, for her face had been scrunched up with the effort of trying to use her head. “Or are you just making poo-poos?”

She grinned at him vapidly, not really sure how to answer his questions. He strode over, and pulled out the back of her nappy’s waistband to look inside. “No messes yet,” he said, “but I think I know a certain little girl who’d done a lot of wet-wets. Daddy’s little princess smells like wee-wee!”

Debbie giggled. She was a little stinker.

Daddy pulled her into a cuddle, and Debbie sighed happily as his strong arms wrapped around her body. He squeezed her topless body tightly against him, and after a minute or two he pulled away to plant a kiss on her forehead and run his fingers through one of her long, dirty-blonde pigtails. Debbie felt a lovely tingling in her boobie when Daddy’s fingers brushed against it. It felt good when Daddy played with her big boobies. She was sure they used to do that a lot. Daddy had called them her udders once, she remembered. Like a cow. Debbie giggled again. She was sure that had made her angry once, but she couldn’t think why.

“There’s a happy girl,” Daddy cooed, and Debbie squealed happily at his syrupy tone.

“Cows go moo!” she told him, and she could tell from his expression that he was impressed.

“What a clever girl!” he said, and she felt a rush of pleasure through her body.

“Mooo!” she cried, desperate for more praise. She jostled her big boobies. “I gots udders, Daddy! I’m a cow!”

Daddy laughed, and Debbie giggled along delightedly, shaking her silly boobies vigorously for her Daddy’s amusement.

“Yes you are, darling,” he said, his eyes glittering. “But Daddy’s put you in your place now. No more nasty attitude. You’re just a big, dumb baby now, and Daddy likes you much better this way.”

Debbie just grinned. She didn’t really get what Daddy was saying, but that was okay. Stupid babies like her didn’t need to think. All she knew was she loved her Daddy, and her Daddy loved her.

Shoving her thumb between her lips, she fell into a squat and got to work making her afternoon poo-poos, knowing she was right where she belonged.

[nerdynumme-rp]

Seeing Tara get so excited made Rosanna's heart skip. She really wanted to take her out, give her a fun night, help ease some stress, and just... hang! It was refreshing, and reminded Rosanna, maybe she wasn't the worst person in the world. Maybe she wasn't a failure, or an old lady, or an annoying housemate, girlfriend, person, etc. Tara actually liked her. She chose to be here tonight. She wanted to do this. She wasn't forced. She wasn't obligated or stuck. It was HER idea! And it wasn't out of pity either... why would she do that? Why would anyone do that? And the proof was Tara was already planning more time for them. With Tara's word she gives a hum and a nod. "You're right!" she agreed, taking a sip of her wine. "The house also looks good! Like shiny new. Maybe it's exactly what Alpha needed. A blessing in disguise. Get rid of the old, bring in the new. Like the cosmons had it farewelling all the past in it, the people, the drama, the good and bad, and making it's way for all of ya'll." she shrugged, trying to thin metaphorically with Tara's new positivity in the manner. When she asks about Mark her face tints, bashful-like. They did have a good night that night leading up to the alarm. Nothing crazy, or zeal, but sweet, reassuring, solid. The talks they had in the kitchen about their love, swooning into each other... right before Matt came trickling blood in. "We did, it was really nice actually." she offered, "And then, despite not being in my own bed, staying with him was exactly what the doctor ordered. We slept on the couch, as you already know, but... I don't know, just being held and against him after all that was like a blanket."

five feet to be exact | YummyNummies

The last four days had been filled with an anxiety pit deep within Tara's stomach, mixed with one sleepless night after another. Not to mention, bunking with Bailey meant she couldn't exactly do coke, needless to say she looked and felt like shit. The one redeeming thing was actually getting to be back in her room, it hadn't taken too long to get the Alpha house mostly under control but the effects of the party were lasting. This is why you had to hire proper bouncers, and cleaning crews... it would have avoided this entire stupid situation.

A few days had passed, and it was finally time for some much needed R&R. Surprisingly she found that solace in Rosanna, the two girls having a very cute girls night set up. It's what they both desperately needed, a little bit of shit talking, a little bit of wine... some gossip. It's what Tara had been looking forward to ever since they set up.

Shuffling down the hallway, Tara knocked on Ro's door, she was all decked out in a set of pink matching jammies, complete with her little bunny slippers. A tiny yawn was already pushing for her lips, but she had so many energy drinks ready to go she wasn't gonna let her lack of sleep ruin this. @nerdynumme-rp

[urbestestwindgod]

if i was a scribe back in mesopatamia in the sumerian era i would be sitting with all the other scribes ok? writing about enki or whatever with my little read stylus and and then allll the other scribes would look away yea? theyd be too focused on their own clay tablets and and id bring mine up to my face and OMNOMNOM on the edges—aeolus whats wrong with your clay tablet? there is bitemarks in it? nuh uh thats thats the gods so pleased with me THEYRE taking little bites from it, but now i have a chunk of claw in my mouth and and i can chew while i write with the nummy yummy clay in my mouth and teeth and eat it little by little, im not hungry i have clay in my belly ok? and then wet clay gets stuck in the cracks of my lips and i can eat that too snack on the clay and work out my jaw a little but it doesnt look that way because its clay but then after ive had so many hours of numolitous clay snacks they need to open something and my teeth and jaw are so secretly strong and i open it with my teeth and then theyre all like yaaayyy!! and i get so much wheat and barely and wool and oil and i go home to enarete ENNY WE’RE RICH!! and now that we’re so super rich we can buy MORE CLAY TABLETS TO SNACK ON !! see my vision?

[turning-monday-blue]

HOA

It's not some weird cult ritual, you try to tell yourself.

It's a... a tradition. A tradition! Nothing strange about that. Practically a synonym for 'normal', tradition.

And you should feel normal about this! you try to tell yourself. Everyone else here seems to. They unanimously elected you queen of the Annual Homeowner's Association Prosperity Potluck Picnic, and that's the kind of bedrock consensus that should ease your mind about what's happening to you. Right?

You get cut off mid-thought as another housewife waggles another slice of pie at your lips. Despite all the normality you're so sure you're surrounded by (and, like two hundred women who've been unloading food out of station wagons and mini-vans for the last hour), it does feel a little weird that you seem to be the only one eating...

That thought gets interrupted too, by another slice of pie which you just barely manage to notice is different from the last one. What happened to the last one?

You're feeling pretty full, maybe you ate it? It's hard to remember.

It's not hard to remember, though, that you're feeling stuffed. You were warned to arrive hungry, but you hadn't really expected all of this. You thought, you know, like other potlucks... shouldn't everyone arrive hungry? But you seemed, again, to be the only-

You watch a slice of cake hover toward your face disappear under your nose and realize that you're eating without any effort. A long line of women, all turned out in summer dresses and capri rompers and linen, are waiting expectantly to push food into your mouth and then get back in line to take another turn. They're chatting and laughing and seem to be having a great time just funneling treats into your waiting mouth.

Weird-

You suck down a giant cookie.

-how-

A small platter of green jello.

-it's just-

A plate of meringues.

-you, though.

A gentle breeze ruffles by, and you attention is drawn downward. You feel it waft against the underside of your belly, which is weird, because you're wearing...

You look downward, bending to see past larger breasts than you remember having. Your belly is enormous, lifting your sundress up and away from your now-plush thighs.

You would normally take some time to goggle at the gargantuan dome of it, packed tight with the neighborhood's finest goodies, but another blandly beautiful woman slides a whole strudel down your throat.

You dumbly muse, through the haze of sweets, that they're not really feeding you. You're not taking time to chew, or swallow, or really even taste all these yummy nummies. The women of the Pinecrest-Oaklawn Homeowners Association are simply filling you like a balloon, and the filling just happens to be food.

As if they'd gotten bored with the ceremony of personal consumption, the women seem to speed up now. They practically run to the back of the line as they pour desserts into you, as though dumping buckets of water on a thirsty fire. The belt you had draped above your hips this morning was choking up under your boobs now, creaking a quiet tune of pleather panic, cutting into you.

You're starting to feel properly heavy now. Your arms are riding up, buoyed by your round, swelling abdomen. As if your belly had run out of room, your whole body seems to be filling now.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in an empty serving platter. Eerily, you're still woman-shaped, and your dress still covers you. But the you that it covers looks like someone would soon be flying you over a Thanksgiving parade, and you look... taller?. You feel so puffy that you worry you might float away any moment now, but then your straining belt flies off. A ragged cheer arises from the crowd, and without really knowing why, you punch your chubby fist into the air. No harm in joining in, right? Even if you don't know what's going on, it's good to show willing.

Eventually, the line starts to thin out as the women run out of things to fill you with. Just as well, you think fuzzily, you wouldn't want to overdo it. Your hands massage your belly automatically, feeling how firm and full it is. In a far away corner of your muted mind, you think you feel yourself still blowing up, slowly.

A small crowd gathers around you to help you wobble toward the parking lot, steering you firmly over to a panel truck.

Ignoring your feeble protests, they leave you no choice but to waddle around the back. There, like a tidal wave, the throng of women tip your bloated form into the waiting maw of the truck. As you wedge tight around the edges, you feel innumerable hands pressing your flesh further into the yawning dark.

When you awake, you're being rolled back out onto a perfectly manicured lawn. Head over feet over head, you catch glimpses of a woman standing in the entry way of the nearing house. Drowsily, you recognize your beautiful wife, but... this isn't your beautiful home, is it?

You're finally tipped upright and get a good look. The home in front of you seems oddly proportioned, massive, and... the front door is a giant circle. You're too fatigued to think about the inconsistencies. Blowing up is hard work.

You hear your wife say, "Wow, ladies! It looks like she did great!"

She looks you over, gaze traversing back and forth, up and down your fattened breasts and ballooned body.

"I can take it from here!" she tells the crowd.

She's met with an unintelligible chorus of chirping and departing pleasantries, and the women of the HOA filter away into the sunset.

She places a hand on your taut, groaning body, and asks, grinning:

"Are you ready for dinner?"

[thonethatflies620]

I HAD AN ALASTOR(or Lucifer bc i like when my birds flock together) AND/X READER IDEA

(Not specifics on smut, fluff or angst. Just a reader idea. Could go any way.)

So in mythology, there are strixs. They are like owls, but feed on human flesh and blood. Anthropophagics.

So, like Alastor, reader is a dead cannibal. While he ate adults, reader ate babies.

"In this Greek myth, the ill-omened strīx herself did not perpetrate harm on humans. But one paper suggests guilt by association with her sons, and seeks to reconstruct an ancient Greek belief in the man-eating strīx dating back to this age (4th century BC)."

So, reader ate dead babies, but didnt kill them. Their family killed, but reader only dined.

OR

"Like the lamiae, and succubi, they preyed upon unprotected sleeping men and children. With men, they turned into women, had sexual intercourse, then drank the men’s blood. To children, they offered their poisonous milk. "

Reader was ate then ate. Or poisoned kids.

So if it were a Lucifer fic, it'd be very RadioApple esque. Except reader is very into it.

But Alastor? Bonding over yummy tummy nummies. Killing together and feasting, reader hanging upside down from his antlers screeching.

"that cries by night, without food or drink, with head below and The blue portion? of feet above, a harbinger of war and civil strife to men"

The harbinger portion??

A little precognition. When reader gets hungry, boom! A precognition of violence!

"In Romanian, strigăt means 'scream',"

When reader is doing the precognition, it screams!

They could have a damaging scream! As a weapon!

"There are several examples of the strix's plumage, etc., said to be used as an ingredient in magic. Horace in his Epodes, wrote that the strix's feathers are an ingredient in a love potion, as has his contemporary Propertius. Medea's rejuvenating concoction which she boiled in a cauldron used a long list of ingredients, including the strix's wings."

Reader has useful feathers. We already have magic and hornifying Valentino mouth juice. Why not potions?

What makes potions? Witches!

"Strega (obviously derived from Latin striga) is the Italian term for witch."

Ozzie mentions to Stolas in Oops! that he doesnt do love potions, which implies that they exist.

Witches can enchant! Make potions!