What if I came to embody benevolent hedonism and embraced my gentle giant nature and plumpness to really just embody that mildly buzzed fat benedictine monk painting vibe all the time, what if the dragon got a little Dionysus up in this bitch with its depiction
I think part of what makes me so happy about my true shape is that it embraces fatness as something wonderful, something comforting to me- and I think I ought to embrace that to its fullest- to become an absolutely corpulent football of a dragon, one brimming with confidence and gentle benevolence~
