azure/anon silly jade tubby/booby things w/rose+dave+vriska

azureangelic: im laughing at this roleplay
azureangelic: "man its so BORING being in a giant mansion by yourself, isnt it rose"
azureangelic looks at rose in giant mansion by herself happily surrounded by nothing more sentient than a swiss roll
anon: oh my god.

azureangelic: im pretty sure the only reason my rose hasnt collapsed into herself in a singularity of lightless pale dough is because the skylight in the mansion is probably between her and the refrigerator
anon: that's basically all the sun she gets.
azureangelic: seer of fluorescent artificial lighting and being under the blankets all summer

azureangelic: jade comes over to visit in the summer and lasts roughly 4 hours in rose's ridiculously cozy and antiexplorational lifestyle before flipping her shit and very slowly dragging an incredibly disinterested rose outside into the dirt by the scruff of her neck

anon: jade's muscles aren't just for show.
anon: she has absolutely no problem dragging rose out.
anon: she doesn't even use her space powers.
azureangelic: rose's 10+ years of casual lazy gluttony are no match for jade's 10+ years of nonstop boundless energy and physical exertion
anon: she even makes rose get dressed and rose doesn't remember the last time she went outside for more than two hours.

azureangelic: "unnnggggg come oooooon we need to go outsiiiiide >:("
azureangelic: "Ow. Jade."
azureangelic: "rose why do you not have any summer clothes that fit you??"
azureangelic: "Can you just."
azureangelic: "you are getting dressed and coming outside with me and if you get dirt all over your belly its your own fault!!!"
azureangelic: "Jade, stop. Please."
azureangelic: "AUUUGHHHH ROSE IM GOING TO SQUISH YOU OUT THE WINDOW >:O >:O >:O"

anon: in the end, rose ends up wearing a space-power enlarged version of her old squiddle shirt and some cut off denim shorts that fit her that she managed to dig up.
azureangelic: jade shoves her outside and rose just stares at her with the squintiest glare possible in the light and jade just huffs and glares back at her

anon: she's doing this as your FRIEND rose. you are not just going to spend the rest of your life inside and become an immobile blob that sustains itself on chocolate and smut.
anon: not on jade harley's watch.
azureangelic: jade is going to make her go outside and run around and fall in the dirt and throw a ball and do OUTDOORS ACTIVITIES and if she doesnt like it then too bad >:(

anon: "have you ever even explored the woods around your house???"
azureangelic: "The woods around my house are a dystopian wonderland of purile, concentrated nothing. Unless your idea of an enjoyable nature hike is trying to climb through trees and hearing annoying birds, I'd suggest you try somewhere with an actual tourism industry."
anon: "oh my god, you are such a party pooper!! i bet you havent even checked to see if theres any cool caves or neat land formations around here! now lace up those boots because were going hiking"

azureangelic: by the time rose is worn out, grumbling under her breath about wildlife and plants, and passive-aggressively complaining about everything she looks at they've hiked a grand total of "you can still see rose's front door through about five trees and the front lawn"

anon: jade grumbles and crosses her arms over her own considerable bust and says she has to deal with back pain and you don't hear her complaining about the distance. she huffs and turns away and just groans before lifting her hands and snapping her fingers to teleport them to a neat little cliff looking over rose's house.

anon: "look at this view!!"
azureangelic: "It's incredible. I can see every individual building I want to be inside right now."

azureangelic: rose just sits on a rock and looks intently at jade and jade just throws her arms up because ugh this girl

anon: "you are being impossible!! youre supposed to be the seer of light not the seer of the white colored walls in your room >:("
azureangelic: "I find they refract light quite nicely, given their lack of hue."

anon: and jade just flops on the ground, her hair flopping over her face. jade's a good person, but she does not have the patience for weakness of any kind.

azureangelic: rose just looks at her lying there for a while, looks around, sighs incredibly deeply and stands up, walking up to jade and nudging her with one toe before turning and heading back towards the trail heading down the hill towards the woods

azureangelic: "Just so you know, when we get back to the house, I'm making you try those lime creamsicles I mentioned earlier."
anon: "but i cant eat citrus!"
azureangelic: "It's artificial. Come on, I'm leaving you there if you don't move."
anon: "you mean were walking??? yes!!!"

anon: jade teleports next to rose and starts down the hill with her, with all the exuberance and enthusiasm you'd expect from a girl who was literally part dog.
azureangelic: rose just rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath that this girl is going to be the end of her, trying not to smile at the way jade practically bounces down the hill

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anon: jade during the winter months.
anon: the puppy chub months.
azureangelic: the months where everybody realizes why those cozy sweaters she owns seemed a bit big on her

anon: they start out big, of course.
anon: but slowly, almost impercitably, they start to get a little tighter and tighter as the chub piles on to her frame.
anon: the muscle is still obviously under there.
anon: but it's just more heavily padded.

azureangelic: she can still flex in the mirror, clad in nothing but a bra struggling to keep up with the amount of softness bulging out her already-notable bosom and panties hidden beneath a muffin top and plush thighs, but her solid biceps are definitely a lot more wobbly and pillowy than they were four months ago, and they only seem to plumpen up more as thanksgiving rolls around

anon: the thing is, jade doesn't mind the plumpness. you'd think someone as fit as her would, but it doesn't slow her down and she doesn't care at all. it's not uncommon to find her patting her belly and humming a neat little tune as she munches on a holiday themed cookie. most anyone else in her situation would worry about what they're piling on, but she doesn't even seem to care.

azureangelic: its not even that she makes any effort to gain or lose it, shes just the sort of girl who responds to the changes in her weight and shape with adorable playfulness and innocence, catching herself playing and pinching her soft flub in the cold season almost as much as she finds herself giggling at her own personal one-girl gunshow in front of the mirror in the warm months

anon: she might not have any guns to show off anymore, but she'll still flex in the mirror and then wiggle her arm to see it wobble and then giggle about it.
azureangelic: "the guns are just reinforced with squish armor! :D"
anon: "a lot of guns have very plush gun cases!! :O"
azureangelic: the second admendment: the right for jade harley to hug people

anon: she'll even have fun with her double chin, tucking her neck in and making noises like she's being eaten by her own body.
anon: "john help!! my neck is eating me!!"
anon: "aaaaaaa"
azureangelic: "tell dave im sorry i said his farty synth sample was duuummmbbbghlgargle"

anon: and then she pulls her arms and head into her sweater and doesn't come out for a while.
anon: she may or may not fall asleep inside it.
azureangelic: the sweater is a very mysterious place

anon: any snoring you hear inside of it COULD be from the person wearing it, but who's to say for certain?
azureangelic: perhaps its a vicious woolen beast that preys on cute chubby puppy girls and has really bad acid reflux
anon: of course, it only apparently eats the upper body, leaving the long skirt clad bottom half of said chub pup alone.
azureangelic: it is a very selective diner

anon: also, ignore the occasional twitch of her fluffy ears. that's just the dying movements of the sweater's newest victim.
azureangelic: its morbidorable

anon: nine times out of then, it's dave who ends up waking her up by jabbing her in one of her thighs.
azureangelic: the release of the vile sweaters grip on her squishy upper body tends to sound less like a defeated beast and more like a confused, sleepy yelp and a flustered jiggly motion
anon: "mngnphurm?"
anon: -jade harley, quoted post nap.

azureangelic: dave just timesteps a few feet away and pretends to not be responsible
azureangelic: it works out a lot better that way for him
anon: he's not going to deny that part of it is he just likes squeezing her thighs.
anon: instead, he'll just dodge the question.

azureangelic: in the summer when they're cuddling he can run his hands all over her toned pert legs and feel her flex and stretch them and the just how strong and solid she is, but in the peak of winter just after a week of nothing but christmas dinners and holiday candies and desserts, goddamn he could lose fingers in all that unimaginably soft thick heavy blubber that squishes out between his grasp and gives her thighs almost olympian thunderocity

azureangelic: thats totally a word now by the way because we need more abstract adjectives to describe the girth of cute thighs
anon: i'm all for it.
anon: it's in the thesaurus now.
anon: call mirriam-webster, cause they're out of a job.
azureangelic: thunderocity, adjective; the degree to which a girl blows minds when she isnt wearing pants

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anon: jade and vriska playing b ball. and for every point one makes, the other gets bustier.

azureangelic: jade out-athletics vriska into near-immobility, at which point vriska just starts blindly lobbing the ball into the net from the other side of the court and getting lucky swooshes every single time

anon: jade keeps trying to block the shots, but on top of her getting heavier and heavier with every point vriska scores and vriska's luck powers making sure the ball bounces in no matter what, jade is nearly immobile herself in next to no time.

azureangelic: eventually she just gets so frustrated that she space-pinches the area between the two nets together and catapults herself atop vriska chest-first, throwing the ball in the hoop repeatedly from two feet away and ignoring vriska clawing at her underboob

anon: no amount of luck can save you now SERKET!
anon: meanwhile, terezi and rose watch admiringly from the sidelines.

azureangelic: jade and vriska atop their own chests and one another, heads just far enough apart to keep their arms from reaching the others face as they flail and jiggle and yell at each other, while terezi laughs her ass off and rose slurps her drink just a bit too loudly

anon: terezi is probably laughing to avoid admitting this is arousing in all the stupidest ways possible.

azureangelic: she eventually runs out of laugh and just awkwardly kind of elbows rose to not have to admit how much shes drowning in the smell of all that wobbling tan and grey and rose is still just breathlessly sluuurping and staring directly at jade blankly