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I Sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter was one of the best works of sci-fi of our generation and one of the best works of transgender fiction ever written, and there are world renowned authors who still have successful careers after they publicly assassinated the nascent woman who wrote it. I don't think they should ever know peace.
Isabel Fall is the patron saint of works unwritten and art unmade by a culture that cannot tolerate trans women
I think this constantly and then I get angry for thinking it, because trans women should not have to be martyrs or saints to animate our politics and our art. that work should have been her debut, not her epitaph. I should be moved by her career, not her absence. I could spit.
read it again
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and so what if I want to be the size of a mattress. what of it.
I’m just trying to make you so fat we have to call you a mattress princess instead of a pillow princess
300-pound transgender slime girl that likes to fill you with her slime from time to time.
My entry for @quiet-admirer’s zine!! so excited to see the whole thing come together <3
speaking of that previous post, we need less "a dorito would kill a medieval peasant" and more "enough doritos would get a medieval peasant fat." just imagine getting to time travel dispensing the best highly-processed intentionally-engineered-for-taste food that modern science can give us. i mean even just the sugar! depending on the location and time period that alone might be a tremendous novelty. googled it and Wikipedia says "Great Britain, for example, consumed five times as much sugar in 1770 as in 1710" [source]. so any time before then, before the widespread availability of cane sugar in Europe, you would have a pretty interesting and unusual treat!
it should be every feeder's dream to entice some pretty 16th century thing with hedonic delights far beyond what they could possibly have had access to and whisk them away back to the modern world to fatten them up with ice cream and loaded fries and the availability of any fruit at any time of the year. baffling to me that this is not a more common premise for feedist fics + erotica... it's right there! i suppose if you want something done right you have to do it yourself... just imagine getting to see the gradual shift from initially finding a lot of modern food and desserts too sweet (as i think they almost certainly would) to enjoying and craving plenty of sugar, after long enough an adjustment period... come on isn't it delightful how horrible it'd be for her to have to go back to the past now, too? she won't, even if she wants to once in a while. you've got your hooks in her!
It’s alright to be fat and useless. You’re pretty like that.
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Slice of Life #3- 🛠
(Nov. 2025)
You're so close to just totally giving in, aren't you, fatty?
Oh, are you pretending you're not? Cute. Everyone in your life knows that you're about to completely give in to being a gluttonous, greedy, fatass but you. Aw, don't act surprised now. Can you blame them? Look at how those pants are digging into that fat, hanging gut of yours. How tight that top is around your arms, how soft your face is. Even most people with double chins don't have ones you can pinch, chubby, don't you know that? Don't whine, now. I know you like the feel of my nails digging into the pad of fat under your face.
And everyone can you see shamelessly stuffing your face at dinner. It's cute, honestly, how little you're aware of it. You're always showing up high, now, too greedy for that soft fuzzy feeling between your ears to wait to smoke with the rest of our friends. We can all tell. You get this cute, blissed out look on your face, and you also eat like a pig. Eating with your hands. Burping and hiccuping. Sauce dripping down your chin—I mean, chins.
It suits you, though. You're clearly just made for it. You never even notice when people slide their leftovers onto your plate, you just keep eating, stuffing your face like you haven't eaten in weeks.
Don't worry, chubby. We're all into it. It's nice having someone around to clean up the leftover food and to make us look skinnier. So don't think about it. Thinking was never your strong suit, anyway. Just give in, be a nice, fat pig like you're meant to be, and we'll all take care of you, okay? You know I'm into fat girls. I'll feed you until your double chin becomes triple and your belly touches the floor.
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Omg feeders who talk about you like some weird experiment or long term project are so hot
This morning I had like the lesbian equivalent of that part from the Brian David Gilbert cooking video about getting called Boss haha
I’m starting to think that some of you are only good for fattening and fucking
Bella on the the clock