#rossmallo

[rikurequests]

Rossmallo with more FFXIV shenanigans! This time he’s preparing to tank it up as a dark knight again! Shame none of the armor fits.

[rikurequests]

BZAAAP! We got @rossmallo ‘s character Porin firing off some sick lightning magic. I feel bad for whoever’s on the receiving end of that!

[imagineyourfeedistotp]

Imagine your OTP in the Runescape universe, taking part in the minigame “Stealing Creation.” For those of you who don’t know, the minigame takes place in a strange, grey landscape which holds huge clusters of a substance known as Sacred Clay. This, when taken to the alchemical kilns in the world, can transform the clay into absolutely anything, be it sharp metal weaponry, armour, building materials…and food. Split into two teams, players are meant to harvest and use this clay to overwhelm the opposition. 

Our OTP has other ideas. Given the fact that this clay can be used to create whatever they like, they opt to get as much of it as they can. but instead of using it for something productive for their team, they create gigantic piles of their favorite food and spend the entirety of the battle in a secluded place on the battlefield, the feeder stuffing the feedee until they’re too fat and bloated to be a help to their team even if they wanted to be. 

This continues until the end of the game, at which point everyone is teleported back out into the lobby. The team our OTP was on ends up losing, due to them both A: Not joining in on the fighting and B: Hogging all of the clay for their devious ends. 

Whether the OTP get away without anyone figuring it out, or if the feeder has to rapidly carry the feedee away from the angry mob that their team has become, is up to the reader. 

[imagineyourfeedistotp]

On feedism and robots

Okay, with all the robot-feedee things going on, I’m going to help out and mention my justification/explanation from my RP world. I will say right now though that this may go a bit further outside the realms of reality than some things on this blog, but bear with me.

So, basically, I have a robotic character that is essentially an anthropomorphised database, which grows in the middle-region as he takes in more data. In my world this is basically explained  as vaugely-defined magitech which actually expands the metal of his chassis, but if you wanted a more grounded-in-reality justification, it could just as easily be explained by in-built metal fabricators that could construct additional drives to store data on as needed, pushing the outside of the robot’s frame out further to make room. 

Now, as for feeding the thing to bloat them out a bit - You have the obvious option of giving them usb drives full of data to suck on or be plugged into somewhere on their body, but I can go one further here. The aforementioned character has an artificial digestive system which accepts normal food and uses the process of breaking it down to generate heat. This thermal energy powers another internal system that runs a simple computer designed to generate junk data for - you guessed it - the sole purpose of bloating the robotic database. 

Science can be fun sometimes. 

[imagineyourfeedistotp]

Imagine your OTP in any standard MMO setting of your choice, with person A being a Tank (Ie, high-defence warrior designed to take beatings so noone else does) and person B being a healer. 

However, when they’re testing B’s healing magic in an inn room, B’s spell doesn’t work entirely as intended, causing increased growth of fat tissue in person A’s body as it closes any wounds. When it happened the first time person B is apologetic and swears to reverse the effects (Whether this is sincere or not is up to you), but these apologies are short lived as A is more than happy with the results, and asks the healer to keep using these spells. 

Eventually person B figures out how to heal people “correctly”, so at the start of any dungeon run, they always ask everyone what spell they want to have cast on them. While many people refuse, more often than not there’s several people who leave the dungeon with something other than their treasure backpacks heavier. 

Nowhere is this fact more prominent than in person A. As time wears on, person A is visiting the blacksmith on a bi-weekly basis, asking for bigger and bigger armour as these spells keep making them grow, until eventually their bulk is so massive that they don’t need the armour anymore…Partially due to the fat protecting any internal workings from harm, and partially due to them actually appreciating the injuries to give his healer more reason to use their healing magic on them. Further research into body-affecting magic eventually allows B to entwine a muscle growth element into his special little incantation to counteract A’s dwindling mobility.

By the time three months have passed, Person A is a 1400 pound colossus which, due to the muscle augmentation, is actually even more agile than when he started, able to use their weapons as skilfully as ever. With their gigantic weight on their side, they are now basically a wrecking ball of pudge, able to trample, smash and sit on their opposition. This ends up getting the attention of both the good and the bad people of the world – Bandits and brigands tend to throw down their arms and surrender as soon as they hear of the jiggling juggernaut’s approach, and the OTP’s allies begin to enquire about this spell, asking if they can use it too.

Whether B shares their secrets or not is up to the reader, but if they do, needless to say, more and more massively-overweight adventurers begin to pop up on the scene, causing a total shift in how the town works…Bigger buildings with bigger doors, armoursmiths beginning to specialise in easier-to-wear chainmail, inns and food merchants booming, and generally accommodating to the new, ground-shaking adventurer populace. 

[fyeahgameglitches]

An old Runescape animation derp. 

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man: no time to talk

[fyeahgameglitches]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0Nv-rY39b4

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