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An extremely rich chocolate layer cake transportalizes into Rose's room, pre-sliced
Barely any time passed for Rose to recover from the frankly fairly tiny bag of candy Sol had sent her, when a small zap and new, decadent smell brought her back to alertness.
Sitting upright, Rose's eyes went wide as she beheld her newest gift, deforming the air slightly from the heat rising off its dark, iced surface.
"Oh my god." She mumbles, wiping a hand across her brow and remembering her earlier comments. She swallowed hard, thinking about the candy still sitting heavy in her unprepared stomach, knowing she couldn't eat another bite. But...
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Very shortly later, rose was back at her desk, webcam set up, on, recording. The cake, still warm, was in front of her, challenging her with every moment it existed. She considers giving some kind of preface to her video, but decides against it. The smell of frosting and confectionary called too strongly; she had to try it, now.
Holding her breath, she takes a fork and stabs at a slice, bringing a generous piece to her mouth with deliberate slowness. Hesitating, she sighs and jams the sinful sweet into her mouth, screwing her eyes shut and bracing for impact...
The sheer sweetness, the absolute absurd load of processed sugar beyond even the fairly tame candy from earlier, nearly knocked her right to her ass. How had she ever eaten things like this so casually? Unable to help herself, a moan slips through her lips unbidden as she chews, betraying her typically controlled demeanor. It was overwhelming, and she needed more. Her hand was already spearing another piece, jamming it into her mouth atop the first, fork scarcely clearing her lips before it descended once again, seeking fresh prey.
Bite after bite, each a little bigger than the last, was shoveled into her jaws, leaving her barely able to keep up with her own pace, chewing and swallowing as fast as she could, devouring the first piece, then the second, crumbs of cake and icing decorating her lips and the front of her top. Sometime near the end of the second piece, she cast aside the fork, forsaking it for more primal means, grabbing a piece of cake in both hands and taking great, angry bites like a crazed animal, starved for weeks.
Even as she felt the sweet mass grow in her belly, straining her poor, unpracticed gut, she continues, ignoring it's pleas and grumbles in favor of devouring yet more of the richly intoxicating dessert. And yet it couldn't last forever- before long, far too quickly, rose found herself reaching for more and coming back empty. Blinking in confusion, she looked down, seeing the blank plate, seeing the new slight, almost unnoticeable bulge to her middle. Her pale face exploded in a sea of red, sweat trickling down her brow as what she had just did really started to hit her, especially the agony in her painfully swollen stomach. Collapsing down, she hits the seat hard, forcing a burp from her middle before she could even finish reclining, rubbing her poor stomach and groaning, barely cognizant of the slight mess on her lips and orange robe.
Eyes closed, trying to avoid whimpering, she reaches back to the computer, saving the video- plans were plans, after all. Trying to let herself drift into a cake induced coma, she nearly didn't have the energy to post the escapade to her blog.
Nearly.
if u want food all u gotta do is say you wanna get fat n freaks on tumblr will either send it thru your transportalizer or magic it in front of u with void powers (unrelated)
Fat? Preposterous. I don’t think I have the metabolism for it. And while I do hate to ask strangers to to contribute to my fleeting little wants…
Well, I wouldn’t send anything back if it happened to show up, is all I’ll say.
nah u just gotta like post a video of u eating it and theyll nut and thats all they want theyre real pervs
or like dont post a video they seem capable of nutting to that too idk how
all im saying is theres a thriving simp economy thats bonklers amts of easy to get into rn
Is that so.
How does one go about signalling them? Is there a break glass for simps section of this website, or perhaps a great pyre I must light to let the Perverse Lords of Rohan know that Lalondor calls for aid?
If I have to put on a mustache and greatcoat and stand next to a modified spotlight for hours I’m afraid I will have to decline.
hey anons
@anons
send this hungry bitch a whole chocolate cake she wants to get fuckin chonky
Yes, that’s me. The forlorn desert flower, desperate and hungering for an absolute deluge of sweet snacks and treats. Salivating and whining even. Barely able to contain myself, woe to me.
>Sollux sends a single package of what is ostensibly Alternian Bit'O Honey
Rose looks at the bag of candy that appears on her desk with curiosity and no small amount of suspicion. A number of individually wrapped candies visible through a transparent part of the bag made the contents clear, and the art on the bag was certainly evocative of the general look of earth candy, even if the colorful bee mascot was *very* angry looking and the lettering on the bag was gibberish to her.
Well, he probably wasn't out to poison her, even if she probably deserved a little retribution. With a shrug, the bag is torn open and one of the candies popped out of its wrapper for inspection. Certainly not chocolate, but the smell of honey and something faintly nutty had rose salivating almost immediately, quickly tossing it into her mouth when she saw nothing untoward.
Smooth, a little chewy, but more than anything, sweet. Much, much sweeter than anything she'd had in years now- she can't help but suck in a sharp breath and let out a quiet, pleasured "aaaah~" at the taste, nearly swallowing it straight away and diving for another, then another...
The bag isn't particularly large, but then, neither is rose. Not long later a small pile of wrappers litters her desk, and one groaning seer litters her chair, biting her lip and leaning back as the small mass of candy settles.
"Ough. Might need to skip dinner after that..." She mutters to no one in particular, rubbing one hand over her svelte stomach, "Absolutely let myself get carried away. Need to remember to thank him for the gift though...later."
Shaking her head, she leans a bit farther back, closing her eyes and groaning softly, thinking about how whatever she gets next, she'll need to make sure to record like Roxy suggested.
((I meant to mention in the subtext of the last desert dwellers answer that based on brief research I don't think rose would have destroyed her copy of complacency of the learned in this timeline - Dave only copies it at davesprites urging because davesprites mentioned she never destroyed it in other (doomed)timelines, and seeing as this was a doomed one the terrors wouldn't coax her to do so))
brrpbarian: so like. desert druid vibes? wasteland ranger vibes?
what shitty d&d analogy can I draw here its all my brain thinks in lately for reasons
Tabletop? You know despite all appearances I never dabbled much in the subject.
Warlocks are the ones beholden to an ambiguously malevolent higher power, yes? Absolutely not one of those. Perhaps some sort of sorcerer. It's not as if I ever studied to gain my knowledge. The psuedo-magical sort, at least.
if u want food all u gotta do is say you wanna get fat n freaks on tumblr will either send it thru your transportalizer or magic it in front of u with void powers (unrelated)
Fat? Preposterous. I don’t think I have the metabolism for it. And while I do hate to ask strangers to to contribute to my fleeting little wants…
Well, I wouldn’t send anything back if it happened to show up, is all I’ll say.
nah u just gotta like post a video of u eating it and theyll nut and thats all they want theyre real pervs
or like dont post a video they seem capable of nutting to that too idk how
all im saying is theres a thriving simp economy thats bonklers amts of easy to get into rn
Is that so.
How does one go about signalling them? Is there a break glass for simps section of this website, or perhaps a great pyre I must light to let the Perverse Lords of Rohan know that Lalondor calls for aid?
If I have to put on a mustache and greatcoat and stand next to a modified spotlight for hours I’m afraid I will have to decline.
hey anons
@anons
send this hungry bitch a whole chocolate cake she wants to get fuckin chonky
Yes, that's me. The forlorn desert flower, desperate and hungering for an absolute deluge of sweet snacks and treats. Salivating and whining even. Barely able to contain myself, woe to me.
That is not what I implied.
if u want food all u gotta do is say you wanna get fat n freaks on tumblr will either send it thru your transportalizer or magic it in front of u with void powers (unrelated)
Fat? Preposterous. I don't think I have the metabolism for it. And while I do hate to ask strangers to to contribute to my fleeting little wants...
Well, I wouldn't send anything back if it happened to show up, is all I'll say.
nah u just gotta like post a video of u eating it and theyll nut and thats all they want theyre real pervs
or like dont post a video they seem capable of nutting to that too idk how
all im saying is theres a thriving simp economy thats bonklers amts of easy to get into rn
Is that so.
How does one go about signalling them? Is there a break glass for simps section of this website, or perhaps a great pyre I must light to let the Perverse Lords of Rohan know that Lalondor calls for aid?
If I have to put on a mustache and greatcoat and stand next to a modified spotlight for hours I'm afraid I will have to decline.
👀 + do you ONLY have sooth-seeing-fortuitous-finding-psychic-mumbo-jumbo powers? did going god tier not give you any more literal light-based power?
Oh, this one got lost in the sprawl. Honest answers, yes?
Not to my knowledge, no. I can fly, of course, but I have never found myself able to, say, metamorph myself into a ray of light like John can with his wind powers. Something to do with the active or passive natures of our classes, perhaps.
Hard to say really, the whole thing is rather obfuscated.
>Indeed, even if it was rough, unfinished, and the author's age at the time was made rather clear from the writing, he must say it was quite the page turner. His partner claims that was only because he was stuck in that strange flower for so long, but nevermind that. That former king gladly hands over the book, the appearance leaving no doubt that this was one of the journals robbed from Rose during the game.
>huh
>Well John damn, this was the real deal. Flowing script and purple prose all. She supposed it wasn't the strangest coincidence, she had, after all, only assumed the thing destroyed by some imp or other - her former home had been an absolute wreck after her forays into tearing LoLaR apart piece by piece. But no matter; youthful embarrassment could be left in the past. In a certain respect, the resurfacing of this early glimpse into her mind was rather sentimental.
"I must say it's a bit of a shock to have this tome dropped in my lap once more; I'd long assumed it lost or destroyed. Almost more baffling is the idea that you enjoyed it!"
>she flips through the faded but we'll kept pages, bemused at the snatches of her own writing she glimpsed as memories of names like Frigglish and Calmasis flitted through her mind
"It rather amateur and so...well, unnecessarily dense."
>Sesquipedalian, even
"Not that I can't appreciate a compliment paid, mind you."
if u want food all u gotta do is say you wanna get fat n freaks on tumblr will either send it thru your transportalizer or magic it in front of u with void powers (unrelated)
Fat? Preposterous. I don't think I have the metabolism for it. And while I do hate to ask strangers to to contribute to my fleeting little wants...
Well, I wouldn't send anything back if it happened to show up, is all I'll say.
almost 72 hours now. per wasteland rules we get to take her jordans after that.
Yes yes very amusing. Fortunately I have not been consumed by any ravenous monsters. Unfortunately, I was contending with a rather serious head cold.
Because of course viruses would survive the literal end of the world.
Well at least I can finally file making this blog under "Definitely A Mistake".
I had almost forgotten of chocolate's delicious, saccharine existence.
Make no mistake, I am eternally grateful for how we've managed to eke out secure food sources for ourselves and many of the other inhabitants of this dusty sphere. But it's hard to have pictures of confections and pastries thrown at you and not begin to reminisce about times and luxuries gone.
What I am saying, in short, is I could certain fuck up an entire cake.
Well at least I can finally file making this blog under "Definitely A Mistake".
I had almost forgotten of chocolate's delicious, saccharine existence.
Make no mistake, I am eternally grateful for how we've managed to eke out secure food sources for ourselves and many of the other inhabitants of this dusty sphere. But it's hard to have pictures of confections and pastries thrown at you and not begin to reminisce about times and luxuries gone.
Well at least I can finally file making this blog under "Definitely A Mistake".
I had almost forgotten of chocolate's delicious, saccharine existence.
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Would they date them: yes | no | hard maybe
Favorite thing about them: haven't l0st yourself in a sticky narcissistic frenzy puddle like most lal0ndes i've met
Least favorite thing about them: refuses to exhibit my gifts 0f exotic sand in a pr0perly deferential fashion
Perfectly acceptable answers, but if you would like an exhibit truly enshrined I will require it jarred and containing at least two discernible zombie giblets.
