#miniaturemallow

[twistedtummies2]

BEHOLD! OVERBLOT BILLY!

This was a surprising gift from

@miniaturemallow

, apparently courtesy of another user, who shall remain anonymous. Thank you both so much! :DThis is a rough visual idea of Billy’s appearance in his Overblot form from his debut story, “Friends in High Places.” I think we can all agree we much prefer him as a sweet big boi than this monstrosity...that belly dimple tho... <3

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I was talking with @miniaturemallow about some tiny Ryou scenarios last nights so I doodled this during class. (He often falls asleep on their hand/on their chest when they’re lying down and they don’t wanna wake him up. The little lumpy thing on the left is supposed to be a blanket.)

[bigmountaincat]

Is there a favorite little moment you have in a G/t interaction that you think needs more content? Or just a favorite scenario in general? ^^ (and, I wish you well in whatever it is you are going through, sending positive vibes your way) -Mallow

I think my favorite (in a completely fluff way anyway) is when a feisty smol is protecting a shy/meek tol. I’m a pretty gentle giant myself, so it’s always awesome when the tiny is super aggressive and defensive of the tol. In particular, I like when the giant then tries to very calmly and quietly pick up/hold back the tiny to avoid a fight, all the while apologizing for their smol friend’s fury. XD

[hacker-queen]

Happy Birthday! :D

thank you deary~!

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This one was inspired by @miniaturemallow‘s pic yesterday of vamp Ryou in duelist kingdom!

Warnings: Blood drinking, death of unnamed character.

Wordcount: 725

Ryou was hungry.

He didn’t know if the Ring spirit had forgotten to eat before hopping on the boat or if he’d hoped Ryou would crack and drain one of his friends, but either way, he was going to put it on timeout when he got home.

Once he got home, that was. Away from this island. This island where he was surrounded by his friends, and their strong, beating hearts and tantalizing, pulsing veins…

Ryou wiped at his mouth, dismayed when his sleeve was soaked in drool. He usually didn’t go more than a day or two without eating. He’d managed to figure out a system where he didn’t need to completely drain and kill people, as long as he fed often, but he couldn’t break away from the group without being suspicious, since he wasn’t an official duelist, he was stuck.

And getting hungrier.

It was passing six days, the longest he’d gone in a while since he hadn’t eaten in a few before Duelist Kingdom. He clutched at his sweater as Honda passed close by, stomach groaning for sustenance.

“Hey, you okay, Ryou?” Honda had heard. “Did something disagree with your stomach?”

Ryou mutely shook his head, swallowing back saliva welling up.

“I’m… I’m fine.”

Honda set a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure if you need any medicine we can get Pegasus to give us some.”

Ryou shook his head again. Honda was so close…

Jounouchi was a godsend, grabbing Honda and pulling him towards a tree with gnarled branches to inspect ‘how cool it looks!’, but Ryou’s stomach dropped out when his senses kicked into overdrive at the scent of fresh blood.

“That thing has thorns!” Honda stick his finger in his mouth and sucked on it, but the damage was done- Ryou’s pupils had dilated, and he stumbled back, holding one hand over his nose and the other over his mouth. His stomach was gurgling like a chemical science experiment gone wrong, and the burn of starvation was riding up to his mouth, clawing at him like a living thing.

He knew Honda wasn’t food, but he couldn’t figure out how to tell his body that, tell his body why he was resisting his instincts for survival. He couldn’t hurt them, they’d seen the Ring spirit and didn’t kick him out. They were all he had, he couldn’t lose that even if it meant being so hungry he felt like he’d been hollowed out.

“Hey, are you in my campsite?” Another teenager pushed through the brush, and Ryou didn’t take the chance to think of anything except for the fact that he didn’t know them before pouncing.

Ryou shoved a hand over their mouth to muffle the scream. The anesthetic in his venom began to act quickly, but he couldn’t wait, belly and mind both impatient to be filled now that he knew it wasn’t his friend. Sweet, rich, warm blood, lapped up after he’d sunk fangs into a tender neck, was ambrosia. By the time they were out from the venom, they were already half-dead from the blood loss. Ryou could feel his thin form starting to bloat from the blood. He usually didn’t drink this much, but he’d been so, so hungry that he couldn’t pull away. He sucked at the wound, drawing more and more hot blood into his mouth, until the gushing well became just a trickle.

He stumbled back, blood dripping down his lips and chin as he took in the pale corpse, and forced himself to take a deep breath. He rolled up his sleeve and wiped his mouth with his bare skin to not stain the yellow fabric on the outside. He could see the curve of his stomach under his clothes, desperate hunger turning to uncomfortable fullness as the liquid inside was almost too much to keep down, but he swallowed. He needed this, to keep him running for the rest of the tournament. It wasn’t like he could give it back to a dead body.

He tugged his sweater down, licked at his lips, and moved back through the brush to meet up with his friends.

When Honda asked later about why he’d run off, he said he hadn’t felt well and stifled a wet belch, tugging his sweater towards his pants just enough to cover his rounded belly.

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vore yay?

Struggling to get clothes on over a 20+ lb gain from eating somebody! Or, in a similar vein, tearing clothes during/after said eating.

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miniaturemallow replied to your post “˜So shadow, why do you seem to put Ryou with a lot of different...”

love from many people is just what he deserves

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Pfft, I only noticed that you actually signed that one while I was copying the writing to it. A++ prompt, would write for again.