azure/han: xwg/superslob/scat ki:u palutena+viridi+etc

azureangelic: im just ok with cute quasi-animu-styled megagoddesses in general
azureangelic: and cute quasi-animu-styled savant angel boys :u
Howabout No: That's me down to a tee

Howabout No: does the mega stand for FAT
azureangelic: it does after they realize unconditional omnipetence includes physics-defying amounts of fried chicken and teriyaki
Howabout No: Plus why do you think you never see them in person huh
Howabout No: all those projections are just idealized versions while really they're just like fat couch potatoes commanding their troops like a video game
Howabout No: Also kind of like the idea the reset bombs are NATURALLY MADE if you catch my drift :V
azureangelic: pfft

azureangelic: im just picturing paulentena holing herself up in her "war room" which is really just a massive pile of sweat-stained cushions on the floor for her to plop her ass on as she idly watches the seven-screen tv setup on the far wall, grunts and hefts her massive blubbery arms up to shovel more greasy meat into her slobbery maw, and occasionally checks up on the frontline troops when she isn't drowning out any attempts at communication with grotesquely damp eruptions of hair-raisingly rancid fumes from the consistently-wobbling mountain range she calls a body

azureangelic: conveniantly enough the smell reaches all the way down any adjacent hallways so she can just tell pit the war room is actually an emergency wartime refuse depot and he never actually investigates

Howabout No: Goddamn <3
azureangelic: im glad you like~

Howabout No: Spending a couple minutes quickly cleaning out her mouth, trying to force her lower-than-expected voice to go a pitch higher before projecting herself to Pit, cracking a wisecrack before sighing in relief as she goes back to being a gluttonous pig
Howabout No: HOW ABOUT VIRIDI

azureangelic: viridi has the advantage of her troops being both renewable and dim-witted, meaning there's nobody other than her non-minion allies she has to go through lengths to avoid
azureangelic: in other words her room becomes an utter pigsty much faster than paulentena's, viridi herself taking advantage of her palace being made of living plants to constantly reshape the halls and doorways to suit her rapidly expanding form until she eventually decides to bring the food to herself, crashing down in the middle of her personal chamber and ordering the multitude of vines and leaves to bring her a consistent supply of fatty food to sate her rumbling stomach; what she doesn't seem to catch onto is the fact that said rumbling is of fullness and gassiness rather than hunger, and the rapid increase of sweat and heat eminating from the goddess' body occasionally sours her mood alongside the slurry of deep-fried fruits and chocolate-coated vegetables packed away in the greasy depths of her bulbous frame, clothes long since having give way to immeasurable pounds of slick flab and yet never having the scraps of cloth and thread removed from the irate glutton while she takes her frustration out on the unfortunately-edible plant-creatures trying in vain to spur any sort of physical activity from their obese, gaseously gifted master

azureangelic: (help im addicted to run on sentences)
Howabout No: (Oh man~ <3)

Howabout No: Do like the idea eventually a slob stops giving a shit about hiding it
Howabout No: also is an enormous literal hypocrite
Howabout No: Like Viridi eating tons of man-made junkfood, leaving trash everywhere
azureangelic: heh
azureangelic: she probably would too
Howabout No: Keeping Phosphora around as eye candy
Howabout No: HUMANS ARE RUINING THE PLANET
Howabout No: *cut to the earth mostly covered in her mess and waste *
Howabout No: YEAH THAT'S BETTER

azureangelic: phosphora comes in to talk to her about the latest successes in the war against mankind's evil and to idly toss viridi another damp brown bag filled with sloppy, greasy tinfoil-wrapped burgers, eyeing the alarming sag in the hammock of browning, wilted plantlife holding up the rotund girl as she half-heartedly murmurs about troop movements and whatnot, not putting much effort into it because she knows viridi is too busy tearing open the tinfoil and huffing for air as she lifts her mountainous arms and literally shoves the messy burgers into her maw one after the other, drool and condiments pouring down her chins until the last of the morsels are gone and she's left puffing for air from the exertion of feeding herself, squishing the wrappers between her bloated cheeks to lick up any remaining ketchup and mustard before simply letting the now-damp paper drop with a wet splut and rolling her eyes at how blantant it is phosphora is paying less attention to her own talking and more attention to the way viridi's bulk gives a blubbling, heaving slosh in response to the sudden addition of soggy hamburgers and a frighteningly solid and wet splatter of what she hopes was just gas from within her commanding officer's grime-encrusted asscrack, politely ignoring the sound of something in the platform of plants giving way and the wet splat of a sweat-and-grease-coated mass of leaves finally collapsing under viridi's bulk as she simply gives a half-content sigh and tells phosphora to leave her be in-between deep, drawling belches and huffing breaths

Howabout No: Oh man I totally gotta try drawing that
Howabout No: Viridi doesn't even really give that much of a shit about the war
Howabout No: I mean all it takes is a few grunts and puffs and some dodgy Mexican to get her to drop another couple reset bombs all over the planet
azureangelic: of course after she discovered mexican take-out for the first time it was less of a bomb and more of a meteor shower

Howabout No: Wondering if reset bombs are the obese goddess equivalent of turds what her piss would be
Howabout No: Lord knows she's too lazy to even attempt keeping her bladder under control
azureangelic: well there's already enough sweat and grime on her floor it isnt like she needs to worry about cleanliness

azureangelic: if anything she does it intentionally, her gluttony and obesity makes her so hot and sweaty and exhausted and gives her nearly-permanent indigestion that she takes out on her servant, allies and the humans

azureangelic: the only time she makes any real effort to hold anything in is when she's in an especially pissy mood (no pun intended), when she all but drives phosphora to the brink of insanity bringing the blobby general inhumane amounts of shitty, greasy food before finding a high-ranking troop dim enough to willingly try and clean her derriere, taking as deep a breath she can manage with lungs buried under untold layers of adipose, and all but drowning the poor bastard in the lesser-known ambrosia of the goddess
azureangelic: even then being so spiteful just makes her hungrier and sweatier

Howabout No: Sheesh WHAT A CUNT
Howabout No: I do like how over the course of the game she gets more mischevious and teasing rather than just angry all the time
Howabout No: even if the tsundre thing is played out I still dug how it was handled in KI:U
azureangelic: heh yeah
azureangelic: maybe she regresses because pit is too busy cleaning up after hades' mess to rein in her brattiness
azureangelic: after all theres no point in being nice to plants who suck at emotions and intelligence and you can make more of at will
azureangelic: at least paulentina is courteous enough to tell her underlings to evacuate the room when her gurgling, overfilled belly needs to empty

Howabout No: Imagine if Palutena has the bright idea of inviting Viridi to her place for dinner in the hopes of arranging a truce
Howabout No: Thinking she can keep her concentration up enough to use magic to hide her filth and flab
Howabout No: while obvlious Viridi's going to be all 'fuck whatever' and come as the enormous foul-smelling blob she is

azureangelic: palutena as least has time to make sure nobody important (coughpitcough) stumbles across the sight of two morbidly obese sweat-stained food-covered masses of flesh at what was originally a polite dinner party but quickly became palutena becoming overly irritated at viridi's complete and utter lack of manner and viridi doing everything in her power to turn the royal dining room into a noxious waste-muddied gas chamber

Howabout No: Phosphora and Pit on the sidelines as each obese goddess' servant, left to just mingle among themselves... Though after months and months of Viridi's disgusting abuse it's not long (i.e. 5 seconds) before Phosphora's having her way with Pit to let some pent up stress out
Howabout No: Ahahaha awwww~

Howabout No: Palutena trying her best to remain civil as Viridi tears into a cake that Palutena intended the two to have a *slice* of each, before a sudden burp to the face causes the goddess of light to yell at the blob of a blonde. Her eyes widening as she realizes she's lost her concentration and within a few moments her real body's exploding outward, her stomac slapping into Viridi's as her ass starts to crawl towards the wall. "Imitation really- *BRAAAAPT~!* IS the best form of flattery Palutena, I- *FRERRRRRRRPTTTT~!* *gasp* can't blame you~"

azureangelic: pit gives an alarmed, wide-eyed glance at his goddess's suddenly titanic frame before phosphora all but drives him into the wall and out of sight, leaving palutena to glare venomous daggers at viridi; the nature goddess simply looks back up at her, sweaty chins wobbling as she gives the other woman a sickeningly fake, innocent smile, although before palutena can say anything viridi's face becomes strained momentarily and a wet, bassy, gurgling heave audibly wracks through her blobby frame, the distinct sound of a wetter-than-air fart escaping the odious moons making up her floor-crackingly-large ass and the piggish girl grinning in fierce mischief and disrespect; as soon as palutena realizes what happened, she decides enough is enough and opts to give viridi a taste of her own medicine, gasping in exertion as she crashes her relatively-clean belly against the garbage-coated mass of her guests and digs both hands into the remains of the cake, simultaniously ordering her servants to bring much more food with a silent but stern glare

Howabout No: "Oh, you think you can out pig ME!? WEll I mean, you ARE a total pig, but I'm the only one here who makes the look work~!" Viridi brags, before realizing she's wasting precious time out-eating her rival and gets to ravenously ripping up a roast boar, not giving the slightest shit she used to claim she was a vegetarian.

Howabout No: Phosphora flying Pit into a different room and giving him barely any time to register what just happened to his Goddess before she already starts undressing him. "Mmmmm, c'mon Pit, I know that fat pervert of a goddess keeps you around for something~" The lightning goddess giggles as she starts feeling the terrified angel down, her own moans starting to drown out the far off yet still thunderous sounds of farts and eating from the dining hall

Howabout No: (it's not sexual assualt if the person doing it isa hot older lady)
azureangelic: (of course not)

azureangelic: palutena tries not to stoop to viridi's level, forcing her mouth shut whenever she isn't stuffing food into it, but the way the "smaller" girl can be so filthy and crass yet not only tolerate it but brag about it almost makes her fume; speaking of fumes, with every bite she can feel her stomach gurgle and ache with both fullness and gassiness, and as she leans closer to her opponent, mashing her sauce-stained rolls against the grimier girl's gut, she lets her mouth droop open and her tongue loll to let loose a deep, bassy belch that sounds almost ridiculous coming from such a ladylike albiet fat-coated face, slobber and bits of grease and food spraying from her plump lips and splattering wetly onto viridi as the ruler-turned-glutton does her best to show the nature girl how a real goddess belches

azureangelic: (dialogue is like the one thing im utter shit at asdf)

Howabout No: "Yeah yeah, you're a total wind-bag, we get it- Now watch this-*BRAAAAAaaaa-URK!*" Midway through a burp Viridi suddenly finds herself spraying the goddess of light with some light projectile vomit, coating her host in a thin layer of chunky food residue as she tries her best at a shrug and says non-chalantly "Whooooooooops~!"

Howabout No: (Like the idea Viridi gets more and more outwardly bitchy with her actions, like this:)
Howabout No: "So tell me Palutena- *FRRRRRRRPTTTTTTT~!*... How often do you finger yourself to Pit a day~?"
Howabout No: Bonus points if instead of instant anger Palutena initially acts nervous before realizing Viridi's just purposely trying to goad her :V

azureangelic: palutena was silent for a moment, stunned by both viridi's remarkably chunky expulsion and her sudden accusation, and she pauses in her eating as she tries to find the right words; when she sees the smug, shit-eating grin plastered across viridi's face, however, her eyes narrow and she reaches one fat-draped arm to grab the next oversized, greasy chicken leg. "That's a good question! I would ask the same about you and your little lightning goddess, but judging from the rest of you I'd say spreading those misshapen pillars you call thighs would constitute a health hazard." gulping down most of a mouthful of damp meat and letting the remnants tumble down her multiple chins, she gave a small smile, wincing to herself as she felt a familiar urge rise in her loins before she reminded herself she wasn't holding in anything for her so-called guest of honor and sighed softly to accompany the utterly rancid eruption of hot air that sent her hindquarters slapping against themselves and filled the already-disgusting air with her own brand of flatulence, tilting her head ever-so-slightly at viridi and hoping that "you don't find the smell to be too much for your delicate sensibilities. Assuming you can still smell anything besides your own rank scent."

Howabout No: Rolling her eyes at Palutena's comeback, Viridi couldn't help but giggle at the pillar-comparison. The goddess of light was certainly underestimating just how much a compliment Viridi was taking most of her 'insults'. "Puh-leeeeeeeease, Phosphora has the body of a super model and the personality of a ditsy cheerleader. You're just a little pervy cradle robber~" The blonde teases inbetween gulps of a few dozen burgers, food running down her multiple chins as she suddenly thinks to herself. "Oooooooh, bet that's why you invited me here int he first place; I look even YOUNGER than Pit~! Pffffffftbahahahaha" Breaking into hysterics, Viridi tries her best to strike a pose as she jokingly beckons Palutena to her side of the table. "OH PALUTENA, TAKE ME AS YOUR OWN YOU SENSUAL LOVER OF A WOMAN"

Howabout No: All the while Phosphora was still brainstorming new ideas to peg Palutena's messenger boy, sitting on his face with her bare butt as she admired her handiwork for the past hour. "Hmm.... Y'know kiddo, maybe not VIRIDI/PALUTENA LEVELS of depraved, but you could do with some more meat on your bones..."

azureangelic: palutena blinks at viridi's antics, a little surprised at the abrupt change in demeanor, although she still found it in her to roll her eyes and force another hextuple-chocolate cake down her gullet one meaty fistful at a time. "Take you? I certainly don't have any intention of trying to carry you anytime soon, you know. Or even touch you. Ew." the silliness of the situation, two seemingly-immobile blobs trading half-hearted insults while putting out enough sweat, gas and muck to last a career plumber's lifetime, was almost enough to make her giggle, although she still had no intention of rewarding viridi for her crassness. leaning back into her copious amounts of self, she flicked one sausage-like finger, signalling the nearby waiter (his face a perfect image of absolute repulsion) to slide the next platterful of garbage-quality food further away from viridi. "Do you ever plan to stop making a mess of my dining room? I'm starting to wonder if I should just call off this dinner, seeing as most of what I hope is the food I prepared is on you rather than in you." she bit her tongue before she could tack on "but you're a pretty big target", noting that she seemed to have no qualms with people rubbing her obesity in her food-smeared face

Howabout No: (I do admit I kinda took your Viridi and turned her from >T fatty pigging out to just casually talking shit about everything and bragging about being a fatass :V )
azureangelic: (im glad you did :V)
azureangelic: (characterization in rp probably isnt my best point)
azureangelic: (hence why i try not to use actual dialouge)
Howabout No: (Well your dialog's so far's been fine :O )
Howabout No: (But yeah just struggling to think where this would all end)
Howabout No: ( I do tend to just throw anything resembling continuity or logic out the window and just make every character I like suddenly gay for each other :V )
azureangelic: (to be honest i never actually finish my rps i just sort of go with it until one of us has to leave and thats it :V)
azureangelic: (it isnt like i have standards or anything lol most of my "rp"s are just rambling about kinky stuff)

Howabout No: Could have Phosphora randomly deciding YUP I'M GONNA FATTEN UP PIT AND HAVE MY OWN SHOTA BED TO SLEEP ON
azureangelic: im very much ok with this :v
Howabout No: All three girls WORKING OUT THEIR DIFFERENCES IN THE NAME OF FORCE FEEDING A DEFENSELESS SHOTA
azureangelic: phosphora is in charge of making sure palutena and viridi dont eat all the food meant for pit
Howabout No: Viridi and Palutena keep Pit in place with their stomachs
azureangelic: its easier than it sounds considering how immobile they tend to be
azureangelic: that part is tricky because theres so much sweat and slobber on viridi's front he tends to slip and slide around
azureangelic: and she has no intentions of washing anytime soon :U

Howabout No: Maybe for all three's amusement he has to lick her down?
Howabout No: "But that's gross!" "DAMN IT PIT JUST DO IT FOR MY ENJOYMENT- I mean, uh... For that truce we were supposed ot be signing... Yeah!" "Yeah, c'mon loverboy~!"
azureangelic: maybe shes curious as to what the mess of food and grime on her belly actually tastes like
azureangelic: but obviously she cant reach it
Howabout No: Maybe he has to spit it back into her mouth like a bird?
azureangelic: pfft
Howabout No: (and know you said you like slob but if this is too much at any point you can say)
azureangelic: why can i see viridi almost getting off on him rubbing against her slimy gut
azureangelic: and palutena is just playfully egging him on and stuffing herself while she watches
azureangelic: (shh its good~)

Howabout No: Phosphora's pegging him from behind to make sure he doesn't escape, pushing him even deeper into her mistress' pillowy gut
Howabout No: and yeah Viridi sucks at masking how turned on by all this she is
Howabout No: at this point they've kind of forgotten there's a war going on and being gods and all this whole hedonistic 'truce dinner' thing has actually been going on for a few centuries
azureangelic: pfft

azureangelic: pit is probably just wondering if phosphora is getting off on it while she shoves his head into onto of viridi's rolls and dislodges a trumpeting wet fart that he thankfully can't smell with his head buried in admittably smelly pale flab
Howabout No: "Ooooooh, someone's nibbling at my flab~!" Viridi coos as Phosphora is just flat out feeling Pit's junk
Howabout No: Pit letting out a muffled "but what about the underworld army and the humaaaaaans!"

azureangelic: palutena shuffles her massive body closer to them, politely telling phosphora to let pit go only to lean forward and envelope his head in a massive, deep, drawn-out belch that sprays drool and mush and half-digested meat all over her face and belly and pit's head, giggling to herself as his apology is cut off and he staggers backwards in surprise, toppling over onto viridi's sticky frame and staring blankly as phosphora grins and pounces him again

Howabout No: "Oooooh Pit, does it looks like ANY of us give a remote shit about any of that now? Most we can do is ask Hades if he'll resurrect Medussa sometime and let her join in~!"
Howabout No: Phosphora pulling Pit up to Viridi's head so she can suck off Palutena's messy leftovers. "Mmmm.... Yeah, what goody-two-shoes girl said!"

Howabout No: (and this is why Sakurai is not making a sequel to Kid Icarus Uprising anytime soon)

azureangelic: as soon as she says shit viridi's body rumbles and quakes, a low, muffled eruption of far-too-damp gas spraying from her sweat-soaked glutes, her only response being a mischevious smirk and "And if you keep THAT train of thought going, maybe we'll just put you on latrine duty~"

Howabout No: (Assuming you've played the game already)
azureangelic: (i have dont worry about spoilers)
Howabout No: (OH)
Howabout No: (well there's a part where Viridi is teamed up with Pit and since the characters constantly talk somestimes randomly triggered conversations start)
Howabout No: (I embarrassedly got excited at one which was basically Viridi teasing Pit and telling him as a member of her army she should put him on latrine cleaning duty :< )
azureangelic: (pfft)
azureangelic: (she would too if he kept the job)
azureangelic: (not to mention making him help her to and fro said latrine until she reaches the point where the world is her latrine and pit is her toilet paper)
Howabout No: (she doesn't even really care about wiping, she just likes literally rubbing Pit's face in it)

azureangelic: before she reached the point of immobility she "accidentally" knocked pit down and pinned him under her massive, filthy rear, suddenly taking on a meek tone and clutching her "poor, aching, sensitive tummy" as she unloaded a day's worth of rancid, searing, wet, trumpeting gas over him, whining about how he's never around to help ease her belly and yet smirking devilishly as she hears him sputter and choke under the odious assault

Howabout No: It's not as fun with Phosphora since she's a bad actress and can't hide her hornyness during the whole shitty ordeal
azureangelic: precisely~

azureangelic: that was a few days before viridi decided to forego clothes completely, tiring of the way she needed her servants to peel the food and sweat soaked tatters from pale blubber buried in layers of greasy grime and how it got in the way of her "release", even though she made no effort to ensure the tent she called a skirt was off before dropping her load on the woefully-unprepared, dented, brown-smeared latrine that found itself clogged on a biweekly basis and replaced almost as often

Howabout No: I kinda like the idea she just leaves her far too small clothes on all the time
Howabout No: Just so she can carry the stink with her
Howabout No: and being too small emphasises her size
azureangelic: how big would you think she'd be at this point :V
azureangelic: because im trying to imagine her with clothes and i cant see they being more than a bib and a groin accessory
Howabout No: TRUE
Howabout No: I mean, circus tent-sized is still cool
Howabout No: as long as it still LOOKS way too small for her
azureangelic: of course
azureangelic: it wouldnt be any good if she couldn't show her slick, exposed, creamy rolls and curves after all

azureangelic: also i like to imagine she makes sure when pit gives her a meal he doesn't leave until she's about to burst
azureangelic: anything less and he'd be doing his job wrong
Howabout No: HOw much would that have to even be?
Howabout No: Shes almost a black-hole appetite wise
azureangelic: between that, her size, and the way she always demands more and more from her little angel, quite a lot~

azureangelic: its even worse when viridi and palutena are having a dinner "party" and phosphora is more interested in feeling pit and both bloated ladies up than actually helping with the accomodations
azureangelic: that or encouraging the greater goddesses to let loose even more than they already have and put the aeons-old question of "who has the 'worst' gas" to rest