RayTheJay

LRP I love Salandit, they are so deviously charming and always overshadowed by their sexy matriarchs

If I ended up choosing a non-bird Pokémon form, this would be one of my top picks

(They are also excellent fodder for fattening and/or inflating, which may or may not related to my last statement)

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no wonder there were so many missing buffalo wings around here as of late. it's because of this little bugger.

look how proud they are.

Yo, Wario World representation is actually fire.

On this MAR10 Day, remember that the entire cast of the Mushroom Kingdom, Bowser Kingdom and beyond have a ton of charming creatures that would look far more charming as round orbs.

I already collected a healthy stockpile of Koopa balloons, Yoshi balloons, and various others throughout the day.

Ashe Wg Drive! : Alright first time trying this so bear with me y'know?
TL;DR: living situation is basically forcing me to choose between going home or finding a new place at the end of my lease. Regardless the debt I accrued living with people is preventing either option.
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No no, you were supposed to get the fridge downstairs, not fall downstairs yourself.

I mean, it's got a solid body and head formation. I'm sure that with the right kind of magic treatment plan and (excessive) minerals, it can easily be blorped into a little fatty.

You don't care when I take you for walks and show you off to the general public. You don't care about the things I write on your side in permanent ink. You don't mind the days and weeks flowing into each other like a muddied stream. You are happy to simply be for the sake of your owner, always.

Anything from the past is gone, any thoughts of the future are eradicated. You only exist to simply exist, floating along and growing bigger with every pump of air flowing into you. That is the only purpose you need, the only one you crave.

It *is* who you are. Or should I say..."what" you are?

There is nothing else but to accept your fate. Happy to simply exist for me, gleefully expanding further at my every whim, joyfully losing yourself to your own form with only the soft twittering of your owner outside giving you any further reason to keep a shred of consciousness just to spend on me.

Nothing else matters, really. You don't need friends or jobs or even your own ability to scratch your nose. A proper balloon doesn't need these things. All it needs to do is float listlessly and occasionally be tugged around whenever and wherever I want. Because that's all you will ever be good for.

It's a lost cause trying to attempt being anything else. Your limbs sinking into your blimping form, your mind losing all sense of coherence as the pressure squeezes out any remaining willpower you may have had.

And here I am, still speaking softly, molding you into the bloated object you are now.

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you once again feel the need to stroll over to that air pump of yours and turn it on. I'm sure you don't remember ever getting that air pump. But that doesn't matter to you. You want to be big, you want to be taut with air, you want to be a helpless balloon

The pred has inflated their prey and has also started inflating themselves, before slowly waddling over and beginning to swallow down their fellow balloon, inch by squeaky, puffy inch.

Beldum. Definitely.

I feel it in my gut.

Zangoose would be mad about the deception and suddenly infatuation...if it didn't end up enjoying the weight too, and finding comfort in its presence and it coils around its body and massages into its fat.

Five bucks says that Seviper purposefully sabotaged Zangoose's diet specifically because it's now so soft and squishy, perfect to encircle and envelop all of its fatty rolls and cuddle with it.

But we can spice it up with soda. The sloshing, bloated heaviness as described before, but with a little shaking to stir up the carbonation, suddenly everything explodes outward, increasing the PSI within tenfold, the pressure clogging your mind and engulfing your limbs into a night perfect sphere.

I'll throw the entire bakery! >:(

Growing with an obscene volume of liquid, one single shove into your taut yet malleable surface causing an ocean's worth of crashing waves to flow within you, shifting you all around and causing your internal compass to spiral out of control, lost in the whirlpool that you yourself are consistent of

Now, what flavor would you interested in?

A sloshy water expansion to make every slight adjustment you make a massive quake of movement?

Or a pressurized helium expansion pushing you not just outwards, but upwards, leaving your fate tied solely by the single rope serving as your lifeline to Earth?

Me thinking that fat Pikachu is too easy, and we need more fat Pika-clones to make up for it.

Even Mimikyu. I don’t know how you'd do it, but I want that ghost fat.

Special mention to Pawmot, I love that little guy with his little boppers. He's my buddy and deserves a ludicrous amount of treats.

I'll take your whole stock.

A Shadow The Hedgehog promotional image with the caption 'SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY. I SIMPLY DIDN'T REALISE THAT IT WASN'T ALL YEAR.'

How cathartic it is to stand by the wayside and watch them go at it with each other. Zangoose and Seviper getting in close with one of them destined to become and orb, and in the end only one or two of each managing to escape.

Then it's a simple matter of fluttering down and rolling the rest home.

I love sewing the seeds of conflict between Zangoose and Seviper. I train an Elite group of Zangoose on one end to increase their lung capacity and inflate their serpentine foes with puffkisses, while secretly increasing the potency of a team of Seviper to cause their venom to bloat their enemies.

After the initial shock of it, I do think there's solid designs in Palworld (even if it may or may not be piggybacking off of Pokémon). Like, I do think Chillet is that good.

What does Pickmon even give you outside of "Palworld clone"? Monster collectors need monsters to attach to.

You are begging for Centiskorch Mk. 2, and I am here for it.

The "what" that is happening is good and solid, typically does the job. But when you add the "why" and "how" that is happening, then it's something to latch onto and remember.

when it works it works