My-Obsessions

~Atmospheric Rhythmic~ Wherever light shines, an equal darkness grows. The brighter the light, the deeper and darker it's shadow. Course, the two are needed for the world to function correctly. As the light gets stronger it's shadow grows larger, and when the shadow grows larger it magnifie the light. Or, well, at least how we view it. And in the light of the new heroes rested Jacollo, a small sableye living inside a cave that overlooked the valley. His claws tapped against his chin as the shadows danced along the cave wall, reminding him of how annoying said shadows can be. "Will you calm down already? I'm trying to focus!" He shouted at

A lust for thinness, for boniness, for what society deems as perfect, that lust can sometimes turn love ugly, can make it seem so, so - so filled with self-hatred and violence against one's own flesh. But when one's lust is for softness, for roundness for the beauty of bulging blubber, for luscious love handles, for pulchritudinous potbellies, or cute soft rolls and folds of chub growing in just the right places, or the lust for thick creamy thighs or wide wobbly hips, or delectable double chins, or a lust, a desire really, for adipose covered bodies, reclining in satisfaction, or hungrily rising, waddling toward  tables heavy lad