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icespur · 3 months

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Akeshu Daughter from the future in Mpreg Akiren During Strikers AU:

Credit to “@iftheworldendsinflames” for bringing up the idea.

She originally brought up the idea for the “Mpreg Akiren during Strikers” idea, but I could see this working for a couple scenarios, I’ll split them into separate posts.

So, one plot issue with this particular scenario is “Why would Komari be there in the first place?” Since most “from the future” plots, have said person from the future come to the past to warn someone of something, or to fix or prevent something bad from happening themselves.

For this case, there’s nothing really world endangering or life threatening in Strikers that could be perilous to Komari and her future, so what if she got sent to the past somehow by accident and so her goal is to get back home and she needs the assistance of the Phantom Thieves but at the same time, obviously can’t fully reveal why and who exactly she is as that might rewrite her original reality she’s from, or worse, erase her from existence entirely.

So, she goes “undercover” in a sense. She keeps her first name, but goes by a different allies off the fly after nearly fucking up her cover—

“I’m Komari Ama—--uh—-Ake—-Ah–ak—ak–a–gi? Yes! Akagi. Komari Akagi, that’s me!”

Inspired after remembering a Japanese Jazz pianist with that surname. That kanji spelling of Akagi translates to “Red Castle” which—is unintentionally similar to the meaning of “Amamiya” which means “Rain Palace”. So already she’s made a subtle whoopsie.

I like to think Akechi would also take his child to the Jazz Jin to keep the tradition and so Komari grew up listening to the Jazz Genre and probably came across the name Akagi by listening to one of his songs.

Out of panic and memory, she chooses the surname which also translates to something similar to what one of her fathers surname means, it’s too late to pick a different name so all she can do is internally hope and pray they don’t catch on.

She does openly tell the Thieves things about herself if asked or randomly if a subject reminds her of her upbringing, but of course nothing outright

Like, she obviously can’t say: “My Parents are Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi”. But she brings up in passing “Oh I don’t have a “mom” I have two dads actually.”

“Oh, you’re adopted then?”

“No, one of my dads gave birth to me.”

“...........Wha?” Everyone is puzzled as hell at that response until they remember “Oh wait, we have a pregnant male party member.”

Ryuji jokes that Ren and Komari’s dad should meet one day so they can bond over pregnancy experiences. Komari laughs in response but internally is freaking out because “I’m in deeper shit than I thought. Not only did I go back in time, I got dropped in the year I was born, Ren is my dad, he’s pregnant with me.”

She actively avoids interacting with the newborn version of herself to avoid a paradox. One of the Thieves notices this and asks her why she doesn’t seem to want to be around the baby, and she doesn’t want to come off as rude or heartless so she doesn’t want to use the “Oh, I don’t like children” excuse, so she stammers out an accidental declaration that she has a crippling phobia of babies.

Out of instinct she’ll slip up in interactions by acting too familiar with the group, or little genetic quirks and mannerisms inherited from her parents will shine through. Most of them go over the Thieves' heads, but Ren silently takes notice and can’t help but be reminded of Akechi in more ways than one.

Komari inherited Akechi’s eye color and front bangs of his hair. Hair color wise, is from Ren; black and naturally messy.

Black hair and Brown eyes isn’t that uncommon of an appearance in Japan. But Ren knows those eyes, the reddish brown tint of his allegedly deceased rival. It’s probably why he can’t help but smile fondly when talking and looking at her. He hopes his and Akechi’s unborn daughter inherits the same eyes.

When meeting Morgana in this timeline for the first time, unlike everyone else’s first reaction to him, Komari doesn’t do the “AH WHATTHEHECKATALKINGCAT?!” thing since she grew up with Morgana so already knows about his ordeal, so purely out of natural instinct she treats him with respect and an individual which gives her good points from him off the bat because “Finally, someone that treats me as an equal. Why can’t you be more like Mari-Chan, Ryuji? I like this girl, I say we’re keeping her!”

She almost slips up by nearly referring to Ryuji, Yuusuke, Ann, Makoto, Haru and Futaba as “Aunt/Uncle”, more times than she’d like to admit.

Seems to have a personal hatred for politicians. When asked, she explains “My family doesn’t have good experiences with politicians.”

Has an unconscious habit of referring to people that anger her as “Trash” under her breath.

Wears black gloves that Ren especially takes notice of. He asks her about them and how they remind him of—-someone he really cared for and misses. Afraid that he could be getting suspicious of her, and immediately regretting responding with “Oh, these belonged to one of my dads.” She waves off the similarity with “Black is a common color for gloves, i’m sure it's just a coincidence.”

Very—-- “enthusiastic” when fighting shadows in the Metaverse. It scares the shit out of most of the Thieves, except Joker, who gets instant “Third Semester Black Mask Akechi” flashbacks, and tears up while watching the strange yet familiar girl massacre the shadows.

The Thieves say that Komari reminds them of Ren. Much to Ren’s bewilderment because according to him “Me???? Really, I mean if you say so, but I don’t really see it. Is it our hair color? We both have black and messily textured hair.”

Mari-chan inherited Ren’s humor, playfulness, courage and charisma. When she smiles and interacts with the group, it’s genuine. She’s also naturally honest which could explain why she’s making so many unintentional fuck ups by revealing too much information about herself. She most definitely did not inherit Akechi’s acting and ability to put on a false mask in public and it shows.

I cannot stress enough how the only thing that would save this poor girl from unintentionally causing a paradox is if the Phantom Thieves and Ren are all simultaneously cursed with sharing one braincell.

She’s trying, she really is. But if the Akechi from her original timeline could see this he’d be facepalming and sighing in disappointment, then in utter defeat calls Ren over to give him a heads up that there’s going to be some drastic changes to their reality because their lovely pride and joy somehow got herself teleported to the past to the year of her birth and is flopping like a fish out of water at mission “Go undercover and befriend the past versions of my family, reveal that I’m from the future but not my exact identity, so they can hopefully help me return to my reality.” Because he just got reminded that she inherited Ren’s intellect and now they and everyone in their reality is fucked.

#persona 5 royal #persona 5 strikers #akeshu #shuake #ren x akechi #akeshu child #phantom thieves #akiren #ren amamiya #akira kusuru #goro akechi #time travel #mpreg #fanfic concept

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aki-shun · 2 months

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Concubine Of The Red King [M!Reader x Riddle Rosehearts]

This may be the last request I write under my old system. New rules and lists will be arranged in the pinned post.

First This post was created by request.

Requester: @delightfulcupquakequeen

TW: Omegaverse, mpreg, there's a lot of time skips

You had tiring and busy days as Riddle's husband and the other king(?) of the country. Fortunately, Riddle kept you away from matters like politics and heavy management so that you wouldn't have too much trouble, and included you in the palace and some internal affairs that even you could handle.

These duties also include palace soldiers and servants. And these two cute idiots you follow. Ace and Deuce were among the new employees who came to the palace as guards under Cater, one of The Left Wing Guards.

And those two idiots might have made Riddle a little angry. By eating some tart. Oh, the expressions on those two's faces when they appeared in front of Riddle looked so innocent and stupid that you asked your husband to forgive those two.

You go behind the chair where Riddle is sitting and hug him from behind. In return, he kisses your hands and arms around his neck.

Is there something wrong, Riddle? [N] Those two fools drank coffee at afternoon tea time. It's tea time! [R] Ohh, honey, but those two were on night duty last night and had to stay on day duty today too. I'm sure it's to relieve their insomnia. [N]

They could also drink tea, why that dark bitter stuff..! [R] Maybe that's why coffee is said to be good for insomnia. gigles [N]

Hah, you always find something to defend these two. [R]

You've heard of the heat of Omegas or the heat of Alphas, right? For some reason, the nights were very noisy at that time :)

Now let's look at what we have: an out-of-control Riddle, a Trey trying to calm his King down, Cater finding himself in this situation when he comes to pick up his two idiot soldiers, two idiots who are excited to be so-called 'uncles'. Good luck.

No matter how much you like it when your strawberry man is fussing over you, this is only the 4th day of this poor pathetic panic and you're not sure if you can handle it for the whole pregnancy.

Riddle, can you give me back my papers? I can't do my job. [N]

You need to stop doing your work and lie down. If there is one thing you have to do, it is to rest..! [R]

What are you reading? [N] … Political science. Anyway, forget the book. Did you like the tart? Trey's mother made it for you. [R] Of course, his mother's hand is delicious as always. Here, have a slice. [N] No, it's yours and your baby's. [R] Riddle is just a slice. I don't think I could finish a whole tart. [N] No way, that's your- [R] Riddle, my dear, or do you want to upset me? [N] WHA- Just a slice. All the rest is yours. [R] Eat.it.all. [N]

Honey, it's only 3 weeks old. And just a few papers and documents. [N]

But these will tire you..! [R] My dear, nothing like this will happen. [N]

But this book does not say that. Excessive stress can cause premature birth or worse, leave a diseased mark on the baby. [R] Didn't I forbid you those books? [N]

But- [R] Riddle, those books are almost 500 years old. Of course, some of them may be real, but there is a doctor in the palace. If something happens, we call him. [N]

You should be stress free. [R] Your stress is what makes me stressed. [N]

… I'm not stressed.. [R] Yes you are, oh Big Seven. If anyone were to see us, they'd think you're pregnant. Now give me this book- [N]

After 5 months

Riddle prevents you from talking to most people (Ace&Deuce). No, he's not a yandere. He's just trying to stop you from talking to people he thinks will stress you out. As your belly grew so much, his panic also grew. He came up with a name for the baby according to the rules of the Queen of Hearts. Don't think that you can now do the things that you were able to do by forcing him out of your hands at the beginning of your pregnancy. It is strictly prohibited. You need to eat healthy and properly and get healthy air in as peaceful an environment as possible. Also, do not look at fire or anything similar for a long period of time. He read that such things change the baby's physical characteristics. Yes, Riddle is still reading those old books.

You don't know if it's a good thing to use Riddle's fears to get some control, but at least some things are under control.

Riddle's ear is on your belly. He gently caresses your belly with his hands. Hearing and feeling his child's first kicks makes him feel something.

I think he gets a little excited in front of his father.

Just like the baby's kicks, you could hear the excited heartbeat of your husband, who had a face as red as his hair. Riddle relaxes as time passes and the doctor confirms that you and your baby are healthy. Of course, we should not forget Trey's share in this. Cater does this by keeping Ace and Deuce away from Riddle as much as possible. Still, Riddle grew a little tolerant of the pair.

I didn't know that the king could make such a face when he was embarrassed~. [T] Trey..! What are you doing here..! [R] I'm here for King [name]. I brought the things he asked for from the chef. [T] Hmm? What did you want from the chef, dear? [R]

...

…

Riddle tried and failed to impose a kitchen ban. Of course, he withdrew this decision after you threw all the books in his library at his head. He loves you, but please, when you crave those things, please crave them in places where he can't see you. He can beg for it.

Are you seriously going to eat that thing? [R] (Name who eats lemon peels with 3 types of chocolate on top plus curry and chili peppers as decoration) Why would I ask the cook for something I won't eat?? [N] .. Doesn't look very healthy [R] Riddle, My Dear, nothing is too healthy. Besides, it's not me, it's the baby who wants this :( [N]

When that thing is born, it will learn from me personally what it needs to eat. [R] You're being rude >:( [N] I am not. [R] … [N] Ughmm I mean- [R] Do you think bell peppers stuffed with peanut butter and cheese and topped with plum marmalade are delicious? [N] …….. I- [R] TREYY I WAN- I MEAN BABY WANTS SOMETHING [N] You won't eat that thing >:( I don't want to lose my precious ones that are and will be. [R]

Of course, there are many difficult parts of pregnancy and some things are difficult for some people that they still can't get over… That's why we're skipping those parts because that's how this AU works :) (while looking at these topics on the internet, just in my mind it was like 'Why do you still want children despite this?!' So thank your mothers or omega fathers for having the courage to give birth to you, or not, I don't know)

*3.27 a.m.

Riddle..riddle.. [N] Wakes up Hah, did something happen?! [R] No, you didn't just say goodnight to me before going to sleep :) [N] Oh I'm sorry, good night my strawberry garden. Yawn [R] My water just broke :) [N] So good night…….WHAT?! [R]

The entire palace was awakened by the sound of Riddle running and screaming. You may have suffered from physical and partly mental problems of pregnancy, but this man suffered not only the mental problems of pregnancy, but also mental problems that were not in the pregnancy mental. These loads are too big for his body 😔

Just the facts, labor was painful. Don't expect anything, but if you keep pulling your husband's hair to ease your pain, your baby will have a bald father when he is born. Instead there's Ace and Deuce, pull theirs, Riddle thought, but then he knew he had to take on that role as a wife here so he didn't mind hanging on and going bald.

This is a girl, your majesty. [Nurse]

Hey, a light from the sky hits Riddle's head, what is this? Ooohh this is a 'Daughter Dad Personality Overload'. This is valid for all fathers. If your father is not one of them, the internet was probably cut off during the installation. Sorry :(

Ohm OHm anyway

This is my daughter.. I have a daughter. [R] Our daughter, we have a daughter. [N] Yes, yes it is. [R] … He looks like a red pepper, just like his father. [A] Ace! You're just insulting his majesty, just say she's little as his father! [D] Who let these two idiots in, they woke up the baby! [R] I think they woke up to your shouting.. [C] Did you say something Cater??! [R] I didn't even open my mouth.. Whatever he said, Trey said. [C] …. Really..? [T] It really looks like red pepper. [N] Dear, you to? :( [R]

And they left. And she came .. 🙄

I see that I am the last one to be informed about the birth of my grandchild. [R.M.]

Mother-in-law.. Good luck.

Riddle give me my grandchild. [R.M.] Uhm okay mom. [R] Your Majesty, do not forget what I used to be. [R.M.] Well..your majesty. [R] Hmm, what's its name? [R.M.] Rose, your majesty. [R] Hah, it's like a villager's name. Her name will be Garnet 6. Elizabeth Riddle Risel Brizar Gisel 5. Mary. [R.M.]

Your majesty, I think your grandson urinated on you. Most likely it means a NO to the name you gave it :) [N]

….

drip drip drip

As they say, the daughter attracts the father. The baby may apparently be riddle 2.0. But you shot that thing for 9 months. Of course she will look like you.

If you don't like this article, that's not my problem, okay? I was traumatized by the pregnancy video I watched. I need therapy.

And I hate her(the short kings mom)

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #male reader #twisted wonderland × male reader #twisted wonderland × bottom male reader #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland riddle #twst riddle #riddle × male reader #omegaverse

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definitionsfading · 1 year

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⚜️ blackeyedblonde’s ongoing master list of Good Omens fics ⚜️

Since twitter is on the blitz these days I guess I need to endeavor to move this comprehensive list here over yonder; my fics are always accessible on my AO3 page under my handle blackeyedblonde, but in case anybody wanted to see the ineffable stuff all in one place, here they are in chronological order of posting date beginning in November 2019. I affectionately refer to my back catalog as “adult bedtime stories” so please be aware nearly all of these are very much NSFW.

A/N: Many of my stories focus pretty intently on things like comfort, catharsis, emotional and physical healing, and deeper explorations of intimacy; some of these stories explore those motifs through the use of consensual kink and roleplay, so please be mindful of all tags. I am also a big proponent of Switch Life and have Crowley and Aziraphale swap out their roles and Efforts relatively often, including in the carrying of male presenting or genderfluid pregnancies, though I do Not write cismale mpreg. Please feel free to scroll through and take a look around, I offer a wide variety of niche topics and scenarios. Enjoy!

1. This Miraculous Child (Of Ours) || 12K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, pregnant Crowley, childbirth, home birth, ineffable parents, fluff, humor, domestic nesting, slightly book flavored boys

“Well?” Crowley asks, wretchedly pulling his sunglasses from his face. “Why isn’t your angelic juju doing me one better and nipping whatever this is in the arse?” The fact that Aziraphale has paled some himself and reached up to clutch at the front of his dressing gown doesn’t seem to bode well.

“You—you’re with child, Crowley,” he says, just like that, in the messy parlor of this once-scourged effing bookshop in Soho where Crowley thought he’d lost the one thing he ever really cared about, the car be damned, since they unraveled into existence and millennia began.

2. With Plenty of Room to Grow || 37K || Explicit || direct sequel to “This Miraculous Child (Of Ours)”

Major themes: future fic, domestic life, kid fic, ineffable parents, banter and humor, fluff, planned pregnancy, pregnant Crowley, childbirth, home birth, old married couple, porn with many feelings

Aziraphale is deathly quiet on the other end of the line, and finally Crowley breaks. “When I said she needed a playmate, I didn’t even realize—that we, could, well. You know. Do the ol’ one-two, and source merchandise internally.”

He can practically hear Aziraphale’s blink. “The old ‘one-two’?”

Crowley presses his fingers into his eye sockets and tips his head back. “I’m saying, angel, that you could knock me up again so the poor kid could have a brother or a sister, or something. At least whatever the bloody hell came out would be more on par with her own existence as a—whatever she is, which is certainly-not-human-after-all!”

3. a perfectly willing sacrifice || 10K || Explicit

Major themes: historical setting, monster fucking, transformation, medical kink, size kink, consensual kink of many colors, first time, virgin Crowley, virgin “sacrifice,” dark humor, banter, happy ending (please follow link for a more thorough list of kinks)

Later that night, when neither he nor Aziraphale are sleeping in the advisor’s small hut, but rather getting quickly and efficiently smashed on some stripe of primitive alcohol so potent he’s pretty sure they could breathe fire with it, Crowley gets up the courage to ask what, exactly, the mountain spirit does to the sacrificial virgin peacemakers.

“He, uh—well. You know. It’s...rather quite unsavory to talk about, dear. I’d rather not.”

“Thisss is going to be me up there tomorrow, you bloody nit,” Crowley slurs, slamming his cup down on the table. “I need to know before I’m in the thick of it, don’t I?”

Aziraphale looks visibly flustered, but attempts to press on. “The ritual entails….a special cleansing of your womb prior to the mountain spirit’s arrival. I’ll have to perform—hic!—the proper rites and blessings, you see. It’s something of a tedious process, all in all.”

“I beg your fucking pardon!” Crowley half-shouts, suddenly a touch more sober than he was mere moments ago. “MY WOMB?”

4. that healing place || 9K || Mature

Major themes: pre-Almost Apocalypse, established relationship, slightly book flavored boys, whump, hurt Crowley, sentient Bentley, bookshop setting, metaphysical healing, physical healing, intimacy, hurt/comfort, light angst, non-graphic tender sex

“Oh, dearest, don’t you ever worry about me and my sentimentalities,” Aziraphale says softly, leaning in as if to thumb away the tear track, though he seems to freeze when he finally notices the hairline fissure on Crowley’s sunglasses.

“Crowley,” he says at length, gone dangerously serious and quiet, and in the same moment Crowley can feel his last finger clinging to the edge of the glamour, sensing the open abyss with its gaping maw waiting below him. “What did they do?”

“Nothing,” he lies through his teeth, trembling with the effort to stay upright, to even utter the next three words that rattle in his throat. “Nothing at all.”

5. Nanny Dearest || 7K || Explicit

Major themes: Dowling era, Nanny Crowley, Brother Francis Aziraphale, sexual role play, consensual role play, pegging, double-ended strap on, top Crowley, breaking character, emotional sex, developing relationship

Antonia smiles, and then goes over to fetch her handbag where she left it on the table. “Not so fast, pet,” she says, popping the clasp to reach inside for something. “I had some other plans for you and I, tonight.”

When she withdraws her hand, she’s holding something very black and very phallic, though not entirely in the so-called traditional sense, given the fact that it seems to have protrusions of slightly differing shapes on both ends.

Francis swallows, hard, and tries not to let his voice crack. “And what might those plans be, madam?”

(Crowley and Aziraphale do some roleplaying at the Dowling Estate; they're only...uhm, partially successful.)

More behind the cut!

6. everything nameless, beneath the desert stars || 4.5K || Mature

Major themes: historical setting, desert setting, post-Crucifixion, Good Friday, some angst, hurt/comfort, first time, life-affirming sex, brief snake Crowley, outdoor sex, slight codependency vibes if you squint, accidental fennec fox cameo before it became a running gag in the fandom

After witnessing the crucifixion at Golgotha, Aziraphale wanders into the desert to be alone for a while. As it turns out, Crowley isn't too far behind him.

7. Stairway to Heaven || 7K || Explicit

Major themes: Aziraphale with a cock piercing, body modification, established relationship, old married couple, horny Crowley, confident Aziraphale, teasing, date night, some semi-public sex, top!Aziraphale, Bentley sex, bookshop sex, deep penetration

Crowley has gone somewhat paler now, his own dark-lined eyes wide and almost catlike in the low lighting, slitted pupils dilated in interest. “Do not tell me,” he breathes, “you’ve gone and had your prick pierced.”

“Alright then, I shan’t,” Aziraphale says simply, bringing his silver spoon back up to delicately suck it clean. “You really should try this tiramisu, it’s right up your alley.”

8. his cup runneth over || 12.5K || Explicit

Major themes: established relationship, sexual exploration, Effort switching, kink negotiation, oviposition kink, egg laying, bottom Aziraphale, service top Crowley, supportive Crowley, inert eggs (no babies, eggs are made of antique jade), cervix penetration, mutual trust/love/support, emotional sex, catharsis, vulnerability, learning to let go

“I suppose that would depend,” Aziraphale says carefully, making a brief glance upward. “Specifically, on the nature and terms of your indulgence. What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Crowley sighs, putting one hand in his pocket and rocking back on his heels, glancing left, right, and then straight down between them, the improvising bastard. “Maybe use these, on a lark,” he says, picking up and holding one perfectly rounded stone egg in his palm. “Little something fresh added into playtime. What say you?”

Aziraphale’s eyes widen before they flick up to the demon’s impassive face. “These are antique—no, they are ancient, by modern standards,” he asserts. “From the fifth century! Whatever would you want to use them for?”

“Oh, y’know,” Crowley says casually, wrapping his long fingers around the polished jade. “Put them inside you one by one, make you come a half-dozen times until you can’t say anything but my name, turn you into a quivering pile of angelic goo, something like that.”

9. not a damsel, just damned || 8K || Explicit

Major themes: established relationship, human role play, cathartic role play, pretend meet!cute, pregnant Crowley, genderfluid Crowley, bearded Aziraphale, Crowley has a praise kink, emotional sex, tenderness

With that settled and behind them, Ezra slips further into bed and runs a tender hand up the inside of Anthony’s calf, fingers tracing upward to just above his freckled knee before they stop. “When’s the last time you made love?” he asks, and Anthony immediately wants to close his eyes and perish.

“I already told you,” he rasps. “The last time I shagged somebody was when—”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Ezra says, arching an eyebrow. Waiting, so patiently, for Anthony to tell him the truth. Any truth.

Anthony knows the real answer, deep down, hidden under the guise of rain and nightfall surrounding them on all sides. Ezra is no fool, and so Anthony won’t treat him like one.

“Three weeks ago,” he says simply, staring into those two sapphire eyes that almost look violet in the half-dark. “In a bookshop, with an angel.”

(The ineffables make an exaggerated game of make-believe late one night, wherein unlucky Anthony—very lost and very pregnant in the Soho streets amidst an unending downpour—finds refuge in the company of one hospitable Dr. Ezra Fell, who welcomes him without question into the warmth of his humble home.)

10. all this Life stuff || 15K || Mature

Major themes: Garden of Eden, meet cute, getting to know each other, first time, making an Effort, first kiss, ineffable idiots, frottage, intercrural sex, silly banter and humor, crack treated seriously, nesting, yearning, initial snake Crowley, brief Adam & Eve cameos

“You’re being terribly cryptic, Crawley the Serpent,” Aziraphale says, hitching his hands up on his hips. “Suppose I go back and fetch my flaming sword. I haven’t forgotten where you came from, you know. Beyond guarding the Eastern Gate, my orders extend to smiting anyt—”

“Listen, we’re just having a chat between friends,” Crawley says, holding his palms up. “You see any tricks up these sleeves?” He pulls back the material of his robes and exposes his freckled forearms again, shaking the fabric out for good measure. “Nada. Zip.”

Aziraphale huffs and turns that sloped little nose of his up toward the heavens. “How are we friends? I hardly even know you.”

That weirdly stings, just a touch, but Crawley doesn’t let it knock the wind from his sails. “Maybe not yet, but I’ve got a feeling we will be,” he says, smiling more openly and sweetly this time. “Maybe some of that shiny goodness of yours will rub off where it counts, eh?”

11. our dove, our perfect one || 33K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, future fic, established relationship, ineffable husbands (literally; they’re already married), South Downs cottage, starting a family, pregnant Aziraphale, supportive Crowley, POV alternating, domestic life, porn with feelings, childbirth, home birth

“Well, it wasn’t last week, it was twenty sodding years ago,” Crowley says, reaching again for his coffee mug, miraculously piping hot and topped off with a quickness. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden about kids? This is—weird.” He flaps his free hand through the air and makes an odd face. “Uncharacteristic, really. Can you do exorcisms on angels? I may need to make a few calls.”

Aziraphale draws in a steadying breath and then lets it back out again. His shoulders drop, his feet are firmly planted flat on the floor in his slippers. He folds the crossword section in half with a perfect crease and looks up at Crowley sitting across from him.

“I think I’d like to have a baby,” the angel says.

12. held and healing || 4.5K || Explicit

Major themes: established relationship, South Downs cottage, light whump, caretaking, Crowley has chronic pain, hurt/comfort, intimacy, bathing/washing, tenderness, ineffable husbands, Aziraphale’s magical healing cock

“Do you need anything?” Aziraphale asks softly, only for the second time today.

This is their dance, their routine, their tried and true merry-go-round of give and take.

“Yeah,” Crowley grits out this time, sounding terribly raw when he does. “You.”

(Crowley hurts, sometimes; Aziraphale wants to fix it, always.)

13. starbright || 761 words || Teen+

Major themes: established relationship, old married couple, romance, South Downs cottage, marriage proposal, magic, Crowley made the stars

“Pick one,” Crowley says, long-fingered hand making a flourish toward the endless horizon in front of them.

“Pick what, dearest?” Aziraphale asks, swishing the last few sips of wine around the bottom of his glass.

“A star,” Crowley clarifies, like Aziraphale really ought to know better. He gestures again toward the dark sky thrown out in front of them like a bolt of blue-black velvet, punched through with a million tiny pinpricks of white and golden light. “Any which one you’d like.”

14. a nest of some kind || 32.5K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, established relationship, developing relationship, egg pregnancy, pregnant Crowley, egg laying, supportive Aziraphale, nesting, South Downs cottage, romance, banter and humor, light angst, grief/mourning, some breeding kink, happy ending

Crowley opens his eyes, breathing a little hard. They stare at each other for a long, terrible moment of silence. Aziraphale blinks again, and then his eyes quizzically go to Crowley’s abdomen.

“Eggs,” he repeats, like he can’t quite believe it, and then points a finger for clarification. “Inside you?”

“Yes,” Crowley says miserably, bringing his hands up to his face. “The endless perks of being a bless-ed snake demon. I forgot to banish them away this time, I s’pose. But now they won’t budge.”

“Ah,” Aziraphale says lightly. And then, with slightly more feeling, “Oh my.”

“You’re not panicking,” Crowley deadpans, peering between his fingers at the angel. “Why aren’t you panicking?”

15. Such Delightful Depths || 12.5K || Explicit

Major themes: Reverse AU, established relationship, angel Crowley, demon Aziraphale, kraken form Aziraphale, tentacle sex, deep penetration, double penetration, bath sex, atmospheric ambiance, romance, brief choking, breeding kink, safe/sane/consensual, porn with feelings

“I can’t sit here and spell it out any more clearly to penetrate your thick kraken skull,” Anthony grunts. “I want your bless-ed tentacles, and I want them inside me—all over me, Ezra, in nooks and crannies that would make the Pope’s hat crawl off his ruddy head and hitchhike to hell itself. I want you exactly as you are, and that’s all there is to it, so. Are we good now, or have you got something else to angst about before shagging me stupid?”

Ezra makes a sound that suspiciously seems caught between a laugh and a cough. “No, I think you’ve cleared up the majority of my concerns, dear,” he says, bringing his hands up to Anthony’s chest before slowly dragging them lower, and by the time he reaches the angel’s hips the familiar hands are gone, replaced by the wet, supple glide of something different altogether. “Shall we begin?”

16. the midwife and the goatherd || 13.5K || Mature || related to the backstory of the “our dove, our perfect one” universe

Major themes: historical setting, nomadic, midwife Crowley, female presenting Crowley, goatherd Aziraphale, hurt/comfort, angst, grief/mourning, Crowley is bad at being a demon and/or good with children, secondary character death, newborn babies, breastfeeding, lactation kink, use of female presenting mammaries for feeding infants and adult purposes are kept very separate, intimacy, pining while together, first kiss, hopeful ending

Aziraphale is guiding his small herd of goats to the watering pool to drink when he spots a dark figure sitting a-ways down the rocky bank.

It’s not an unusual sight in these parts, a woman doing her washing or bathing by the water, though the flash of red hair immediately makes his heart leap into his throat. There is nobody else in this part of the world with hair like that—not yet. Not for many years to come.

He leaves his herd to laze in the paltry shade and carefully picks his way down the bank, using his staff to guide his already sure feet. When Aziraphale is halfway there the figure looks up, instantaneously vicious and wild-eyed, and then relaxes and merely stares upon the newfound relief of recognition. They both seem hyper-aware of the bundle in Crowley’s arms, but it’s not until the angel is standing a short meter away that he sees the tiny baby nursing at her exposed chest.

“My word,” he says, for lack of anything else, and because it comes out in a rush he can’t quite stop. “Where on earth did you find that?”

17. hot toddy || 9K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, developing relationship, first time, getting together, communication, pining, Christmas fic, Christmas Eve, Crowley’s flat, couch sex, wing sex, emotional sex, Crowley cries during sex, attentive Aziraphale, strong Aziraphale, love confessions, erotic depiction of Crowley’s black turtleneck (lol), porn with feelings

Crowley gapes at him. “Dates,” he says, unable to restrain himself. “Is that what we really go on now, you and I? Dates?”

Aziraphale’s expression splinters apart just a little at the edges. “Whatever else would we be inclined to call them?”

They watch each other in the dimly lit sitting room. There’s not even the ticking of a clock to break into the silence, and Crowley’s partway afraid that if he listened hard enough he could hear the ancient beat of both their immortal hearts.

“You kissed me,” he croaks, slumped there, swallowing thickly before he can find a reason to make himself stop. “The other day, when I dropped you off at the shop. You leaned in, and you, you just, planted one on me, like it wasn’t anything—out of the blazing ordinary at all.”

Aziraphale’s hand comes up to faintly brace around his own chin. “Did I upset you when I did?” he asks, sounding slightly stricken.

Their eyes meet for a flash, and Crowley quickly looks away, at the prettily twinkling lights on his formerly derelict mantle. “No,” he says. “No. I didn’t say that."

18. beyond the river jordan || 57K || Explicit || direct sequel to “our dove, our perfect one”

Major themes: future fic, established relationship, ineffable husbands, retirement, South Downs cottage, kid fic, toddler antics, family expansion, pregnant Crowley, supportive Aziraphale, POV alternating, Aziraphale switches between Efforts, pregging (pregnant pegging), domestic life, porn with feelings, healing, childbirth, home birth

The cottage garden is thousands upon thousands of miles away from the desert, but Crowley idly wonders if those are the same stars he watched and counted as he held a tiny baby close to his heart in a midwives’ tent long ago. Two thousand years isn’t so long in the lifetime of a star, nor in the lifetime of the fallen angel who once made them in the cupped palms of his hands.

Crowley picks out one star in particular he thinks he recognizes, just to hold it anonymously accountable. Just to make sure it’s borne witness to this deviation down a path he never thought he’d be able to take, on a journey he never thought possible. Two millennia have come and gone in the meantime, and here he is. Here he is.

“This is what I wanted,” Crowley says aloud, quietly, in the falling darkness of the garden he planted and grew himself. “This is what I chose—for me.”

He doesn’t allow himself to think too hard on who he’s talking to, but he knows that if they’re listening in, they’ve already heard him loud and clear.

Or: A retired demon finally embarks on the journey to have and hold a child of his own.

19. beneath falling wisteria || 5.5K || Explicit

Major themes: post-Almost Apocalypse, established relationship, developing relationship, vacation, set in French countryside, picnics, outdoor sex, rain/storms, fantastical realism, emotional sex, banter, fluff and humor

Crowley and Aziraphale have escaped the madness of Platinum Jubilee weekend in London by staying in the French countryside near Plateau de Valensole. They spend their Sunday afternoon picnicking together among the blooming lavender fields, until a sudden summer thunderstorm drives them to seek shelter.

20. the amazing advent of the hot water bottle willy, and other amorous acts || 7K || Explicit || set in the “our dove, our perfect one” universe

Major themes: ineffable husbands, married life, established relationship, menstruation, menstrual sex, Crowley’s magical healing cock, service top Crowley, hurt/comfort, background context of trying for a baby, banter, fluff and humor, crack treated seriously, porn with feelings

In the midst of trying for their first baby, Aziraphale is having a particularly rough day during his monthly menses cycle. A bit frazzled but very much wanting to alleviate his angel’s discomfort, Crowley tries on a specially modified Effort to help soothe away some of the pain.

21. something to write Home about || 9K || Explicit

Major themes: post-S1/pre-S2, established relationship, moving in together, domesticity, the bookshop, banter, fluff and humor, romance, communication, light emotional stakes from the stress of moving house, emotional sex, cunnilingus, Aziraphale can do weird things with his tongue, cock warming, gentle sex, Crowley made the stars

After saying farewell to the flat in Mayfair, Crowley spends his first night with Aziraphale in the flat above the bookshop. Permanently. For real-real, this time.

It’s a long-standing place of familiar comfort and warm welcome, but turns out there’s a whole hell of a lot more to unpack than just a few boxes and some unwitting houseplants.

22. little lamb || 12K || Mature

Major themes: historical setting, ineffable wives, developing friendship, developing relationship, female presenting ineffables, pregnant Aziraphale, immaculate conception pregnancy, non-biological offspring, heavenly intervention, Gabriel is a huge dick, childbirth, midwife Crowley, wet nurse Crowley, hurt/comfort, sharing a bed, winter, some humor, grief/mourning, angst, mutual pining, first kiss, hopeful ending despite sad circumstances

“Oh, angel, you’ve never been quick about anything,” Crowley tries to snort, but then Aziraphale takes a step down and turns to the side, beautiful profile silhouetted there in the dying light of dusk, and the demon sees the round curve of her belly, shining under the angel’s frock and overcoat like the waxing side of the growing moon.

“Crowley, I—you’ll have to forgive me,” Aziraphale suddenly whispers in a fragile, more breakable voice. Her bottom lip trembles just enough for Crowley’s askance expression to wilt and crumple into a frown. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“What,” the demon sputters, mouth gone dry as ash, “the ever-loving fuck have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“I thought that would have been apparent by now,” Aziraphale says through her teeth, more out of strain than spite. “Work has got me wrapped up in a bit of a pickle, you see, but I suppose that pickle is very insistent on arriving sooner than later.”

Crowley’s jaw hangs in the air. “You’re pregnant.”

“Not for much longer, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale says wearily, cupping a hand beneath the low-hanging heaviness of her swollen belly. “That’s why I came to you.”

23. a clutch of our own || 6K || Explicit

Major themes: monster omens, harpy Aziraphale, naga Crowley, swamp setting, nature themes, breeding kink, virgin Crowley, first time, nesting, bonding, animal instincts, yearning, fluff and smut

“M’not sick,” Crowley says, slumping over on his coils in a dejected heap. “Well, not physically, anyway. Mentally? Entirely questionable at this point.”

“Sick with what, exactly?” Aziraphale asks, concern knitting between his fair brows.

Crowley feels the bubble of a word rising up in his throat and tries to swallow it to no avail. He squirms and writhes in place with the effort of trying to stop it, sodden hair stuck fast to his back and chest. “Yearning,” he spits out.

Aziraphale isn’t easily thrown off a new scent trail, though. A brightness sparks in his eyes, a certain sharpness that makes Crowley’s skin tighten. “And what do you yearn for?” he asks.

“For somebody’s unholy sake,” Crowley mumbles. He tips his face into his hands, blocking out most of the sun so it only shines through the cracks between his fingers in a dull, peachy glow—he can’t bear to watch Aziraphale’s face right now, anticipating the unavoidable tidal wave of pity like a hard slap. “A nest,” he grits out. “For starters.”

24. your light in place of darkness || 5.8K || Explicit

Major themes: post-canon, future fic, ineffable husbands, married life, family fic, domesticity, hurt/comfort, light angst, comfort sex, whump, crying, nightmares, storms, Crowley’s flood trauma, divinity kink, deep penetration, emotional sex, strong Aziraphale

Thousands of years later, Crowley still hasn't stopped reliving his traumatic memories of The Great Flood while he sleeps. Now that he's a retired demon with a family to look after, the familiar landscape of the usual nightmare abruptly takes on an even more sinister tone one night during a nasty thunderstorm. Thankfully, Aziraphale is there to chase away some of the darkness when Crowley wakes.

25. have this wish I wish tonight || 6.8K || Explicit

Major themes: post-S2 canon, past established Aziraphale/Crowley, starmaker Crowley, unplanned pregnancy, celestial pregnancy, celestial birth, homeless Crowley, angst, flashback sequences to happier times, fantastical realism, stars, bittersweet ending

Throwing back the duvet doesn’t help. His abdomen glows unabashedly in the dark room now that the telly must’ve clicked itself off, strange and queer and very much real despite yesterday’s fever dream. Despite the endless nightmare of his entire existence.

Crowley slumps into the pillow and brings his trembling hands to his face. The silent tears burn as they fall back into the mussed hair at his temples, over and over again. He lays there in the dark and doesn’t make a sound other than the shuddering pull of each painful breath.

“Angel,” he says eventually, because it comes out in a sob before he can stop it and splinters apart in the back of his throat. “Oh, angel. Look what you’ve done to me.”

The light inside him almost looks blue at times, like the cobalt sheen of something he might’ve held between two hands a very long while ago.

26. one last nightingale || 3.5K || Explicit

Major themes: S2 canon divergence, episode 6 fix-it (of sorts), Crowley stops time, angst, communication and lack thereof, emotional goodbye sex, sex in the bookshop, Our Side, Aziraphale still leaves but they part after [mostly] landing on the same page, tenderness, porn with feelings

“Listen,” Crowley says abruptly from where he’s standing by the door, pointing above their heads. “Hear that?”

They’re running out of options, he’s running out of time to make Crowley listen, and in his mounting panic somehow all the angel can do is bluff. “I don’t hear anything!” he says in huffed exasperation.

The true weight of that silence wedged between them slugs Aziraphale somewhere beneath the breastbone when he realizes, dazedly, that the grandfather clock behind him has stopped ticking for the very first time in more than three centuries.

“Nothing…at all,” Aziraphale breathes out, eyes widening as he whips his head around to gape at the forestalled clock. Upon turning again he searches Crowley’s face for some sort of affirmation, for any kind of clue that this is the trapdoor he’d been haplessly hoping for. “My word. Did you just—?”

“Sure did,” Crowley retorts, lowering his arm so it slaps against his side like a limp fish. Outside the world continues, Soho going about its business as usual, but even the old metronome across the room on the angel’s desk has stopped its waving arm mid-air. “Now start explaining, we haven’t got all day.”

27. pieces of you || 17K || Explicit, some dead dove elements

Major themes: post-S2, canon divergence, not fully canon compliant, established relationship, Crowley forces a pregnancy after Aziraphale leaves, forced artificial insemination, intense masturbation scene, some kinks, past breeding kink roleplay, Crowley takes an 8-month-long nap, emotions, angst, question coping with traumatic experiences, references to depression, childbirth, premature birth, unassisted birth, stream of consciousness, strong Crowley, emotional Crowley, Archangel Aziraphale, loss of trust, separation, some reconciliation

“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispers, hand mindlessly grappling for the golden clasp secured at his throat. “What have you done?”

“What I’ve always wanted,” Crowley says flatly, clutching the baby close against his bare chest. “You made your choice, angel. And I made a few of my own.”

“Whose,” Aziraphale starts to say, and then can’t speak for a moment while something visceral moves through him. “Whose child are they? Other than yours, I mean.”

“Look at her for yourself,” Crowley says, drawing his dark wing up just enough that Aziraphale can gaze at the newborn without feathers blocking the lamplight glowing behind them. “You haven’t even been gone for a year—don’t tell me you suddenly can’t recognize one of your own.”

28. of beasts and bated desires || 9K || Explicit || direct sequel to “a perfectly willing sacrifice”

Major themes: not specific to any canon events, monsterfucking, consensual kink, breeding, cum inflation, virginity kink, creature Aziraphale, knotting

“I know you’ve always been so terribly eager and keen to please,” Aziraphale sighs, fondly shaking his head. “I suppose I only wish things had been—not so regimented, and a little more organic for our first time. Sentimentality always betrays me, but I think you deserved something so much more lovely than all that.”

“I got you out of it,” Crowley croaks, slumping into a wrecked sprawl across the settee. “That’s what I wanted. That’s all I needed.”

Aziraphale’s expression softens as he gently reaches over to pass a hand over Crowley’s hot forehead, pushing his hair back away from his face. “Even when I looked like that great big brute of a mountain spirit?” he asks. “I’ve always wondered if it was too much.”

Crowley squeezes his eyes shut and feels the brewing words clap out of him like thunder before he can even attempt to slap a hand over his mouth to apprehend them. “Sometimes I sit around and daydream about you taking that form again and raking me over the bloody coals for old time’s sake,” he blurts. “No’thatitmatters, but.”

Aziraphale’s palm comes to an abrupt stop and rests on the crown of Crowley’s head. “Do you really?” he asks a bit breathlessly.

29. threshold || 2.2K || Mature

Major themes: post-canon, South Downs cottage, homecoming, moving in together, emotions, crying, tenderness, non-explicit sex, making love, comfort fic

There is a modestly quaint cottage on a rolling hill by the sea, with an upstairs window overlooking a garden.

Aziraphale is the one who finds it. “For the both of us,” he tells Crowley the day they drive down from London just to see it, bought sight unseen, because when the angel is certain about something he does not dither or dally on the matter.

30. earthly delights || 3.4K || Explicit

Major themes: Job minisode excerpt, pregnant Bildad, surprise pregnancy, cunnilingus, hedonist Aziraphale appreciation, Bildad gets his pussy ate, developing relationship

31. a gift to us both || 7.3K || Explicit

Major themes: Santa AU, Aziraphale is Santa Claus, fem she/they Crowley, Christmas smut, communication, wishes, magic, breeding kink, Santa has a knot, tender smut

32. from autumn blooms spring summer fruit || 9.2K || Explicit

Major themes: Human AU, Edwardian era, Aristocrat Aziraphale, Gardener Crowley, secret relationships, open relationships, marriages of convenience, background Crowley/Nina, garden cottage smut, semi-interrupted sex, love child

#good omens #good omens fic #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #Aziraphale #Crowley #fic masterlist #ineffable parents #ineffable spouses

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s0lar-ch3ri · 7 months

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theory time!

so reasoning as to why i cant reblog the other one is just cause it doesnt allow videos when i reblog now which sucks but whatever so yeah! its a jrwi theory again, and whatever future info i have was 99% gathered from the wiki (the remaining one percent might not even show up in this theory so ye), and of course theres spoilers for the black rose one shot AND riptide pirates (dont have any exsct eps, all i can say is im at ep 101 now so anything before that is kinda fair game)

for the original theory post

k so we gonna put that one clip (scroll message, about a minute long) and talk about it, def mention all the connections gill would have with the black sea, shit like that

apologies for the buggy clip, just needed to add this and when i recorded i was in school aka just recorded like this for less risk, lets talk about the message though.

"a map that is a guide and a key passed around the hands of destiny, it leads to chaos infinity beneath the seas, the garden giant, the nameless prince, the unborn kings, all await to be inevitably free"

i think in my og theory post i talked on how gill was very connected to the black sea imo so how does all this tie in? lets do some quick lil notes first

ok so the scroll of legend lore has been held onto by gillion, the one closest to destiny's ties, and has not been used until now

chaos infinity while refering to the black sea could also be an undersea thing, what with the leviathins (nobody else remember how the pearl shard gillion has came from one? and how the pearl was never supposed to even see the light of day probs let alone be in some cat mans evil base? just me?)

while i wanna say aster mythborne aeiliana shes not real here so she cant be garden giant

BUT we do have a known leviathin(? could just be a dragon turtle) named duke who has plant shit and is controlled by a gollieth

nameless prince is everso chip coded but we looking all across our board here so yeah

it could apply that the "nameless prince" could refer to someone "unnamed" who holds power like that prince from edison kingdom or smth

it could also reference marshal jon, who's canon first name has been forgotten and canon last name is jon

unborn kings? honestly while i dont think chip's bit of mpreg is apart of this i think the lady inspiring it (aka aslana's mom) has some relations to this whole thing

we all read "kings" btw so theres probs multiple yall

would goobleck count? he is goobleck he must apply someway

non-literal one again? maybe their monsters or smth

wait to be free. huh. gee, i wonder, will the door nightmare with arlin come into play here. thatd be so fun. yeah. ahahaha im losing myself

okay okay maybe its not all clear and i honestly have had this as a draft for too long (as shown below)

BUT ill reblog this later cause ill really just be using text and images and shit

whats the basic idea? this is def where the oath from the sword comes into play (murdering destiny), with the whole "the black sea twists you" thing we may get hints of killion or even dark gillion again, the thign about it being a "key" might imply like a 'this means that' type deal rather then being actually a key, the chaos isnt really referring to the black sea but the state of the undersea in general (lost champion becomign criminal, ally shit gone, oversea war, etc), unnamed prince is either someone we havent met yet or someone who we dont expect to have a return (ie: were deemed before as not really lore relevant), and the unborn kings are monsters, oh and the garden giant isnt arlin but something related to the duke! THIS HAS TO CONNECT TO THE LEVIATHINS FR

some details/info about gill/things related to gill so i write this better:

"You promise to slay all evil before thee, crack corruption that takes hold of this world, strike swiftly enough to split the seas, and even if the thread of fate poses an obstacle against us, we shall sever it"

A hero born of moonlight, storm and sea. / They shall rise or fall to bring unity. / They will be tested or bested by evil’s hand. / By their choice one will remain: sea or land.

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fellinfire · 7 months

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full head, empty stomach (FUFAU vent fic)

Series: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairing: Edgar Allan Poe/Nikolai Gogol

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2508

Warnings: eating disorder/disordered eating, implied/referenced self-harm, post mpreg, mental health issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied unhealthy relationship, gender dysphoria, body dysmorphia

Summary: Poe begins to spiral while he is home taking care of Sigma alone while Nikolai is away.

(fic below the break)

Edgar was left alone in the house as he often was during the week. Well, not entirely alone. Sigma was in the apartment and down for her nap. Alone in the sense that there was not another adult in the apartment with him. He was caring for the baby himself while Nikolai was doing his classes then, more often than not, going to work later.

He was curled up on the couch, Karl curled up next to him, his mind spiralling with too many thoughts, ribs starting to ache, and his stomach feeling unpleasant. It felt all too empty to the point the dull ache was turning into nausea. How long had it been? He thought to himself, running a hand through his hair. A quick glance at the clock, and a bit of mental math, gave him his answer. Almost 32 hours. 32 hours since the last thing he put into his stomach besides water. It wasn’t like anyone noticed or cared, not even his fiance who promised to love him. Its fine, he supposed. He didn’t blame him for not paying much attention to him. They had Sigma to watch over now, and Nikolai was busy outside of the apartment. Edgar understood but it didn’t ease it. Even if he did try to bring it up to Nikolai, especially the eating side of it all, how did he even know he would care? It didn’t seem likely. If he could barely convince Nikolai to get up with Sigma in the night, why would he expect it to be different for him, a fully grown adult?

He didn’t have much longer to linger on the thought before a cry broke him out of it, and Karl jumped, running towards the sound. Sigma must be awake. Edgar pushed himself off the couch, his vision going blurry and dark in some places as he took the first couple steps to the nursery. It didn’t stop him. He refused to have another episode like what happened when Sigma was only a few days old since no one else was getting home soon and he couldn’t promise he would be able to pull himself out of it. The only thing that ended up slowing him down in the slightest was bumping into the side table harshly and again the doorway for the nursery. He knew without even looking that those were going to leave pretty nasty bruises. He didn’t care. He could barely bring himself to care that it startled Sigma. He was going to pick her up to comfort her either way. Edgar reached down into the crib to pick up his daughter. He could see his hands shaking. As he lifted her, she felt heavier than she usually did, completely winded and tiring him out from just picking her up to lay her on his shoulder. He swayed gently in an attempt to soothe her, stumbling slightly as he did so. Something SIgma did not appreciate.

Sigma started pulling at the collar of his shirt, the best way her baby brain knew how to tell Edgar she was hungry. Great.. He gets to deal with yet another part of his body he really didn’t have the mental strength to deal with right now. However the needs of his daughter came first to his own. She was the most important. He carried her over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room, sitting down with her. He adjusted his shirt, then his sports bra and binder he had underneath it. He knew it was unsafe but he could really not care less.

As Sigma fed, he rocked her, his mind spiralling the same as it was while she was still asleep. Sigma seemed content eating, why could he find the same comfort in eating as well? He never had the best relationship with food, but it didn’t start to get bad again until recently. Maybe it was because of the move and he no longer had someone pestering him to put food into his system since they moved out to Germany. It didn’t matter really, did it? Eventually he would have to or else he would pass out. But that moment was not right now because firstly, he was feeding his daughter, and secondly, his body. Looking at his body would not allow him to feel comfortable in eating.

Sigma finished eating a while later. Edgar burped and changed her before carrying her over to the master bedroom, laying her in the pack n play so he could change since trying to put the binder/sports bra combination back how it was before feeding her did not go well for him. He stripped, them and his shirt off, stopping to stare at himself in the mirror. He cringed. Disgusting.. He didn’t care much about the stretchmarks, his skin having already been littered in other scars, but his stomach not being flat and his chest being much too big for his liking did chip away at his mind. No wonder Nikolai was staying out later hours, staying away from the house, staying away from him. He wouldn’t want himself either. Who would?

No, he couldn’t allow himself to go down this path. The path that would end with more pretty little red line littering his skin that is typically hidden by clothes. The path that would result in him not touching a morsel of food for days on end if he had it his way. The path that would interfere with his ability to care for his daughter in more ways than one.

Karl bumped into his shin making him come back to reality. Right, he was supposed to be changing. Edgar ruffled through the closet to find the biggest hoodie he could find, his chest being extremely uncomfortably exposed to the open air. When he found one he pulled it on, attempting to take comfort in the softness of it and the security it provided him, if only for a moment. A moment before he was yet again pulled back to reality, this time by a happier noise. Tiny little giggles coming from Sigma. Edgar went back over to where she was to see what was causing her giggles. Upon further inspection, it was Karl, who had climbed into the pack n play and was tickling her with his tail. He shook his head lovingly, the scene before him letting him have his first real smile all day. He reached in and picked her up once more, getting the same effects on his body as early. He desperately wished that his body wouldn’t give out on him at least while he was carrying his daughter to the living room. The gods must be working slightly in his favor today since he made it safely with her in his arms, and Karl on his shoulder, to the living room.

The two sat on the floor, Edgar setting up to be able to play with her, the most someone could with a six month old. For them, it consisted of Sigma being surrounded by pillows and helped into a sitting positon so they could roll a ball back and forth, with a baby sensory fruit video on in the background since those tended to keep her calm. She giggled each time the ball would touch her feet, and would try to push it back each time. Sometimes it went a little further away, out of reach from both Edgar and Sigma but Karl was right there, taking it as his turn to play as well. He’d run to grab the ball and flip it back towards the two with his mouth, looking proud of himself. Karl would of course get praise from Edgar, and Sigma would stick her little baby arms out to try to pet Karl, which would be allowed for a moment before he went out of her reach again.

They continued to roll the ball back and forth for a while. Until Edgar started feeling more nauseous than he had been. He was actively having to fight back the bile that was attempting to come up, his skin becoming clammy and cold. He knew he shouldn’t leave Sigma on the floor alone but he didn’t have much of a choice right now. He stood, his head spinning as he did so, and made his way to the bathroom as quickly as he could. He squated infront of the toilet, ready to let all of the bile out but nothing came, even with a couple coughs. Edgar rested his arms on the toilet seat and laid his head down on them, waiting for the rest of the feeling to pass, which it eventually did, thankfully. He went back to Sigma until it happened once more, and he had to repeat it. Just like before, nothing actually ended up coming up. His luck was running out though. When he exited the bathroom and went back to the livingroom, he was greeted with Nikolai, who was looking between Sigma and Edgar.

“My prince, why was Sigma alone? Sitting up and alone,” Nikolai asked, his tone sounding sweet but it still sent a chill down down Edgar’s spine.

“I went to the bathroom,” He replied honestly, wanting out of this conversation already. It wasn’t the conversation he was hoping for once Nikolai got home. No, he was hoping for something nicer, maybe an idea of a family night with a movie for the three of them.

Nikolai didn’t give a reply, simply shaking his head disappointedly and going over to pick her up. It was clear he wasn’t interested in whatever “excuse” Edgar had. Sigma babbled happily in Nikolai’s arms. The scene could be cute. Anything with Sigma, Edgar found cute. Nikolai added mixed feelings into the situation. At least Sigma wouldn’t be alone if he did end up holding himself over the toilet again.

Edgar did not, thankfully, end up hunched over the toilet again. He had made dinner and Nikolai took his to the master bedroom to complete the homework he had been assigned for the day, once again leaving Sigma and Edgar alone. He opted to feeding her the last feeding before the night time one, since she was behind the curve of sleeping through the night and still needed to be fed, instead of getting dinner for himself. Even if he wanted to eat right now himself, he was certain it would just come back up from the nauseous feeling he still had, even though less intense.

Sigma’s feeding was the first step in their nightly routine, one that Edgar always made sure to follow since he had heard once it was best for babies to have a set routine to stress them out less. It also helped stress him out less as well which was an added bonus. After the last bit of Sigma’s night routine, her bath and bedtime clothes, he checked the time before putting her down for the night, once again doing some mental math after seeing the time. 38 hours now… Oh well. He went about reading Sigma her bedtime story, even though she was too small to understand it, and put her to sleep. Edgar made sure the baby monitor was set before leaving.

Back in the master bedroom, Nikolai was still working on his homework with headphones on so he didn’t hear or see Edgar enter the room. That was fine with him. He simply curled up on his side of the bed, and tried to get some sleep before Sigma woke up for her feeding. Around 2 am Sigma woke up, and Edgar dragged himself out of bed to go tend to her since Nikolai couldn’t be bothered. When he got back to bed, he tried getting comfortable but he couldn’t. The nausea had turned into a ever present thing, and the dull ache came back. Whichever way he tried to lay, on either side, his back, or his stomach, he couldn’t get comfortable to ignore it enough to fall asleep. He tossed and turned for a while, checking his phone periodically to see how long it had been. He watched as it turned 3am, then the last check he remembered was around 3:45am before drifting off into an odd dream.

Edgar woke easily the next morning as he heard and felt Nikolai getting ready to go to class. As soon as he was fully conscious, the unpleasant feeling he was trying to fall asleep with was back to his attention. He tried to keep his eyes closed and pretend to sleep more since Sigma was not yet awake and to not interact with Nikolai. Regardless of what Nikolai said, something kind, something rude, he wasn’t sure he would have the best of reactions to it considering how early it was. He could tell by how little light was coming in through their bedroom window.

Once Nikolai left the room, he checked his phone for the actual time. And to learn it had been nearly 45 hours now. As much as he wanted to try for the full 48 hours since he already accidentally-ish got so close, he knew better than it. With how badly he was doing yesterday when caring for Sigma, he knew it would be only worse today since he woke up with his hands shaking, and with the first step out of bed he took, it only proved how unsteady he was. Well, he might as well deal with the worst part of the day while Sigma was actually asleep still. Edgar made his way into the kitchen, looking for something easy to make. After some deliberating, he landed on grits. They were simple and bland enough. During the cooking process, he was going back and forth in his head of if he should or shouldn’t actually eat it even though he had previous decided that he would. No, he needed to do this, to eat something at all, if he was going to be able to care for Sigma. She was the one relying on him and he didn’t want to let her down. He wouldn’t allow himself to.

He dished out the finished grits and sprinkled shredded cheddar on to them to give them the slightest more flavor, mixing it together, watching it melt. His stomach churned at the sight of them but he still had to. The way he ended up having to go about it was taking small half bites off of whatever was on his spoon and using something playing on his phone as a distraction, also going back and forth between it and an orange that was sitting on the counter. He managed to get through about half of the bowl before he had no more interest in it. It was at least better than nothing, and he was already starting to feel the ache leave, along with his hands steadying. Just in time as well it seemed as Sigma started crying, alerting him she had woken up.

#tw: food #tw: eating mention #tw: eating problems #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs #angst for the soul #ed vent #vent post #vent fic #edgar allen poe #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #bsd au #bsd poe #fucked up family au #fufau #tw:self harm #nikolai x poe

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Hi hi!! I hope its not too late to send you something for the Character Ask Game!!!

How bout some.. Bumblebee, Arcee, Rodimus, Starscream and Twitch (Earthspark)?? Any or all, up to you! 🥰

-bumblebeesdoorwings 💞

i fucked up my first take 😭😭😭 lets goo.... (half-dead)

Bumblebee

one aspect about them i love

he's neverending kindness. desire to help everyone, stop the war, redeem villains, inspire hope. how he's a young soldier in contrast to all of these veterans and war-machines. i love him a lot. while he's not physically strong (aside from prime and bay movies) he has so many good qualities that make him stand out like a breath of fresh air

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

bee is allowed to go apeshit sometimes it's not out of character if it's written well

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

he's optimus' prime son. not like. mpreg (eughh) but adoptive. optimus found bee as either a lost kid in this war-driven cybertron or bumblebee came to op himself to change something. either way he's his kid now <3

(mostly earthspark-related) on earth, bee hates the rain and is terrified of thunder. because ptsd (i like pain. weuwueuwuewueuw...)

one character i love seeing them interact with

bulkhead if he's in the continuity (big brother vibes!!!!)

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

starscream 🥺🥺 or megatron. there's something about bee and redemption that is just... soo tasty

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

bumblebee is one of the only ones who can make ratchet laugh. idk which version this is for it's for everything <3

i'm not doing Arcee because i don't know her well enough 😭 i'm so sorry

Rodimus

one aspect about them i love

he's commanding and a wonderful leader! he makes mistakes, sure, but optimus made them too, no need to chastize the guy. also roddie is very pretty <3

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

idk ╮（╯＿╰）╭

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

idw voice headcanon: jesse from breaking bad. sorry.... i saw one post and it hit me... i think he'd be good at party games (mario party, u know) and competitive games too a fan of sonic.... don't know why. it's the Vibes

one character i love seeing them interact with

megatron and ratchet and DRIFT. problematic besties <33

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

bee. they interacted before rod ditched cybertron but it's not enough. they'd be bros

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

rodimus and blurr'd be friends

Starscream

one aspect about them i love

big brain. he's so smart actually? a scientist too??? just stop being better than everyone geez 🙄

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

starscream, while is a victim, is a piece of shit. his crimes cannot be justified by saying "well megatron fucked him up" no. that's his own fault and he is an asshole

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

he's a sweet tooth!! if starscream could eat human food, the one thing he'd enjoy while on earth he'd like eating sour patch and fuit gumies :)

one character i love seeing them interact with

windblade in taao. they have such a divorced couple dynamic i love seeing them bicker

OBVIOUSLY bumblebee. since idw i have started searching for their interactions in every continuity and unfortunately there aren't many. but god the concept in itself is so funny. like you have this right hand air commander decepticon, vicious and rude, and here you have a sunshine ray of hope and new life, potential and literal incarnation of happiness (with a side of salt sometimes). and you combine them and you get this weird mix of undesired affection from one side and neither of them really think that they're worth each other. there's just so much potential. thankfully fanfiction is here and i'm actually that passionate about them that i started writing a fic about them. so weird and fun man

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

the trine in general, i feel like they don't have a domestic life they deserve and no one really puts them together unless they're on a mission or something

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

starsream and jetfire just hanging out and nerding out ab science. they're silly <3

Twitch

one aspect about them i love

she's a tiny gremlin!! her belief about second chances, her natural leadership, empathy, god i wanna gush about her she's very interesting!!!

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

earthspark is not as popular as i want it to be so i don't think people even have opinions on them :(

but as a kid she should have an opportunity to simply be a kid. be dumb, be naive, be bonkers and go through all the emotions. don't belittle her or make her be too good at being a leader (Leo from tmnt has the exact same problem and guess what he's my least favourite turtle. learn from this)

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

she likes watching and playing football with the others

twitch'd be terrible at videogames i think....

one character i love seeing them interact with

twitch and bee!!! student and mentor!! they captivated me from their first ep together. bee trusts her to handle their (their!!! both of theirs!!!!!) family while he's away and twitch enjoys when bumblebee plays with them to drop that "i'm an adult" attitude

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

thrash!!! there can never be enough sibling brawl >:)

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

wheeljack sometimes messages her and they talk for a few hours!!! they don't lose connection at all after she calls his dad 2 for real

Nami

one aspect about them i love

nami is such an interesting case. in terms of archetypes, she's obviously the decieving type, who constantly betray the main character. but like she does this one time and luffy steps in to help her and this one instance changes her attitude about wanting help.... she's loyal to a fault. she would give anything to simply defend her captain's honour (and she has)

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

she is a people person and always will be. nami can call on your bullshit whenever, but she won't press you if she understands that you're not ready to share. she reads people very well!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

she shares her tangerines with the crew when they have a particularly bad time. it makes them so much happier and she shows her love in a subtle way

one character i love seeing them interact with

usopp without a question. they have this deep understanding about being a kid without a parent, being a regular person among all these superheroes, being incredibly smart but unfit in their bodies (sorta). they protect each other constantly if you look for it, they shield each other from danger if they can i'm just. i have so many thoughts about them

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

robin!! not only is it Woman Solidarity moment, but their dynamic is very unique - morbid af and horrified

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

nami is the only one allowed in the kitchen while sanji's cooking. not because sanji is a simp but because she wants to learn more about cooking and expand her knowledge, i'm sure she had a lot of experience being on her own for so many years

woohoo we're done!!! i hope nothing in this offended you this took a while

#asks

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loop-loremaster · 1 year

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I've been thinking and I've done some further research into the map. I talked about these these "Reality Warriors" before, and now I truly think that they are more than likely definitely some kind of formation of those that came before The Seven, or are those that are gonna form some new kind of Seven.

Brutal Bastion and some of the scattered buildings around the arctic look similar to the Bastion, with the same architectural design and reoccurring theme of a statue of (presumably) a woman and their (stupid) indestructible floating spheres. Along with a Stonehenge-looking structure and stone manhole around where the Zero Point presumably is now. (A single example of a stone tablet of the "Stonehenge" is below.)

The statue of the woman (pictured below) is what I am mostly interested in. I'm definitely grasping at straws, but... what if it's important?

There are a bunch of similar statues near The Citadel and other places in the autumn biome that show the form of The Ageless, somewhat similar to this statue.

The Ageless is more of a marble-white colour (possibly made out of the same material that can be found in Shattered Slabs) and holds a shield out in front of him with both hands, while the unnamed Reality Warrior statue is coloured darker like the buildings that layout like an outlier. She holds a sword behind a shield, her right hand holding the sword, and her left the shield.

It's possible there's some sort of meaning behind it, but I'm not gonna pull an "English teacher reads a sentence and talks about it completely incorrectly". But I've got a feeling these statues say a bit more than what we really think, or I'm just completely insane.

In Chapter 2's final event, The Foundation says this to Jones;

"Why does she make me keep saving you?"

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As far as I'm aware, we never learnt who The Foundation meant by "she" and it was never followed up. You could assume that he meant another Seven member that wanted to keep Jones alive, but it's not certain. Or we could have an answer and I'm completely wrong.

The Seven were always solitary and focused on protecting the Zero Point by themselves (with minimal external help) until they HAD to intervene physically (whether that be the Visitor setting off the Rocket, the Paradigm defeating The Devourer, The Scientist making Rift Beacons, etc...)

They had to intervene at some point to better the island and progress the plot line (and also so the audience is introduced to new characters and plot points).

But as far as we know, it's just the seven of them. We currently know nothing about the Reality Warriors, and it might be AGES before we even do, right? (next month cough cough) So why am I theorising with such minimal leads and clues?

Because I'm crazy, anyway.

The woman that is depicted in the model of the statues might be the "she" the Foundation was talking about. Some sort of alpha protector of the Zero Point, the one that kickstarted the whole "protect the realities, let them follow their own cycle" kinda thing. The true leader of the Seven, the Reality Warriors, and all those that devoted their life to serving the Zero Point before and after.

We don't know who she is. Yet.

But I've got an insane idea that is..very unlikely to happen. But a theory's a theory, and the straws are in the blender right now and I'm swallowing them whole. This post will now be a derailed trainwreck for a theory.

We never knew who the Imagined and the Order's mother were, assuming they even had one.

Scientifically, they would need a mother in order to even have the female chromosomes in their structure in order to be birthed/created in the first place. This goes for both their "better" versions and "the originals". (Unless there was just some boring old surrogate mother and Geno is actually a devoted gay dad in his millions or he discovered mpreg)

I'm assuming that the woman in the statue could be the mother of The Imagined and The Order. It'd mean that she is opposing the Oathbound, the future of the Imagined Order, and that she's probably older than we think.

But it's possible she's also discovered immortality in a way similar to how the IO did, but maybe with the Zero Point's blessing or something so she could continue to protect it and pull the strings behind the scene. it's just a hunch and sounds like an interesting idea of "my ex-wife is now the enemy".

TL;DRTB: My theory is that the unknown statue of the woman that is common within the Reality Warrior's area is the Imagined/Order's mother and/or Geno's ex-partner. That and the idea of her being the original ancestor of the Reality Warriors and who the Foundation says is "she" during The End.

I wrote this in an hour. thanks for coming to my TED talk and I'd like to reiterate the fact this is a certified "Matpat" (there are no straws because they are a continent away) type of theory.

#fortnite #fortnite theory #fortnite chapter four #fornite chapter 4 #fortnite season 23 #Youtube #i am clinically insane

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dykeza · 2 years

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As the person who became your mutual through Kisuke mpreg, I feel it only right that I'm the person who jumps on this grenade. Plus it gives me an excuse to gush about your writing and I love doing that (gotta break out my business suit/briefcase again).

I'll talk about your writing with Mayuri, Akon and Kisuke (just post-tybw, Nemu is still a brain). Honestly the fact that people can breathe so much humanity into Mayuri, an incredibly psychopathic and deranged, otherwise evil, character is insane to me. I really enjoy your characterization of him because it felt really in-character while also heightening the love for Nemu that we never really got to see in the canon story (that's why his sudden protectiveness over her in the Pernida fight didn't land quite right with me, nice as it was; it just came out of nowhere). His extreme denial over Nemu being dead even when he's holding the remnants of her brain is great- absolutely destroyed me, and really helps strengthen the idea that Mayuri loved Nemu so much- more than just as a physical manifestation of his success in the scientific field, but as an actual daughter. I also really enjoy the relationship he has with Akon (Twelfth Division my beloved) and how familiar they are with eachother- you really nail the idea that Akon grew up working under this man, and that Akon was the only person Mayuri really confided in, having experienced similar things to him (the Maggot's Nest, Kisuke's exile, etc). You really nail the closeness in the division too, with how much Akon cared about Nemu (the sibling dynamic was not one that I expected and destroyed me emotionally so thank you for that) and how Kisuke was the first person he ran to get help from when he couldn't get through to Mayuri. The scene with Kisuke in the tent was great too- I loved that little moment with Shinji crying outside of his tent, and Kisuke cracking a (terrible) joke that he all but begs Akon to laugh at because of course Kisuke would joke about his blindness moments after waking up. He's Kisuke. I also love how he knew about Nemu, despite the two of them (seemingly) never having met in the canon story- of course, he and Mayuri weren't having passionate gay sex in the canon story either, so he'd probably have met her sneaking out Mayuri's window at 2am once. I love the confrontation with Mayuri, where you can tell that Kisuke genuinely cares about him, and that Mayuri, for all his aggression, has something of a soft spot for Kisuke, at least. AND THEN Kisuke mentioning Ururu at the end, and how she wants to become a shinigami, and the throughline to your last work about Mayuri & Akon where Mayuri doesn't want Akon to become a lieutenant and have to through his life away for Soul Society; we love callbacks. Mayuri resenting having to become a shinigami is so in-character for him, and honestly makes me wonder why he let Nemu become his lieutenant- I can't imagine she went through the Academy, although that would open up the funny image of Mayuri having to attend parent-teacher conferences and the like. I'm getting off track- the work was really really good!! I really enjoyed how deep the chemistry in the Twelfth Division goes, and how you nailed the weird family-dynamics in play (Mayuri and Kisuke's weird divorced energy, Akon and Nemu having been raised in this environment, the latter having been born in the Twelfth, etc)

I'm pretty sure that's eight sentences. I don't wanna go back and check. Also I couldn't search Kisuke's tag either, nor your art tag, which made this process a bit trickier because I had to rely on art/writing I reblogged.

I get to pick the father, lucky me. Uhhhh. I'm torn between Mayuri OR a Mamma Mia situation with Fruit Smoothie, where there are three men and nobody knows who the actual father is. The latter sounds funnier honestly. I'll leave it up to you which tho, since you only technically asked for one father and I don't wanna make you do extra work if you don't want to :)

Anyway this was cursed as fuck and I have to submit this ask before I get the chance to regret it goodbyeeeee

It took me 5 minutes to collect myself from scream laughing on the floor because I did Not expect to actually get an ask. But Fawn Fawnatrix, the mutual acquired through Kisuke mpreg jokes, comes in with the steel chair. Thank you for this beloved 8-10 sentences I don’t know why my search function is acting up, maybe it’s Tumblr forcefully trying to silence mom Kisuke enjoyers. Anyways Mamma Mia time.

#ask #fawn this is insane. we have so many issues. cursed. messed up. I’m so excited to draw this.#hold on I’m testing something #kisuke

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lendmeyourpower · 8 months

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MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY

🌵 my worst roleplay memory -anon

-(( Oh god, I can think of two and they happened on the two blogs in the same fandom. And it is why I have a linked post in my rules for Guren. It was just.....annoying and made me not want to be on them.

-One thing that happened, was an oc went after ever canon character that was the same one. SO like they all targeted Gurens. (throwing Guren under the buss for these examples cuz I don't want to say what fandom it was). And they would approach each one. Saying want to rp, and it would seem fine, until they did things that instantly made your muse and theirs bond and be best friends, if not romantically involved. And on top of this it was an oc, so it made it even more confusing, and they didn't get why they were pissing off every rper of that muse.

-The other one I remember so badly, is a different muse, so lets say....they all went after Yu (since he is the other canon character I rp in this fandom. Once again did not happen in this fandom) And within the first few posts came onto him, and said he wanted to have babies with Yu. (yes I said he, so mpreg was involved) I only do that if it makes sense. Like one book I read had magic pills that made it happen. I have a love child between Guren and Shinya, but that did not happen. It just did not happen, I hated that ship, and they did not understand and just kept coming for my butt, to the point I had to block them, but they kept showing up on my dash since they went onto the next Yu. I hated it and never want to see it again.

-Don't ever want to have to deal with that again.))

#khay speaks #command given (answered)#random solider speaks #out of curry (ooc)

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years

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So again apologies for a longer thing or prompt fill not being up over the weekend. Take a scribble from my notes for the time being hopefully will have something done sooner than later (would help if I focused on one fic instead of jumping between 2).

Verse: Work/Life Balance

Pairing: Jayce/Viktor

Tags: omegaverse (less obvious), mpreg (very obvious), post-childbirth

((Oh and when I say ‘a little premature’ I mean like born at 37 weeks))

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Viktor is awake and their child safely in his arms for the first time and all the love Jayce felt when he first saw their child comes crashing back. A perfect boy, if a little premature. The nurses all say he looks just like Jayce, but Jayce can see Viktor in the tiny features as well.

“We should decide his name,” Viktor says, his voice rough from the anesthetic.

“We should.” It’s one of the scarier decisions they need to make – a name is identify after all.

“I assume it needs to work with Talis?” Viktor asks.

“If you are okay with it.” It is the smarter route to go. Giving the child Jayce’s name will give them the social power of his family. But he knows better than to just presume Viktor will be okay with it – he isn’t ashamed of where he came from.

“It’s not my thoughts that matter,” Viktor says, his eyes focused on their son as if he is afraid to look at Jayce. “Technically you don’t have to claim him.”

Because Viktor wasn’t Jayce’s mate in the eyes of the world. It hurts to think Viktor believes Jayce might do that. That he would be stupid enough to betray their partnership like that.

Jayce knows he is partially to blame for the fear though. More than one person had pointed out how it looked like from the outside – smelling of each other for years and never formalizing it with a bite. The reasons behind the hesitancy not mattering.

“About that,” Jayce says, because he had been putting it off for too long as well. “I was hoping you would become a Talis as well.”

Viktor’s eyes snap to his face.

“Don’t you think you should wait a little before asking that? Make sure you are not just caught up in thinking you want that because of your son?”

“I’ve been wanting to ask for a while actually. I just didn’t want you to feel pressured because of the pregnancy.” The whole time Jayce had been beating himself up that he hadn’t realized it before.

Viktor gives a soft laugh and Jayce feels frozen not knowing what it means.

“So instead you ask right after I have abdominal surgery and am holding our son for the first time,” Viktor says.

Jayce winces because Viktor’s right this isn’t the best time either. But really all the best times were before the quiet admission and five positive pregnancy tests.

“Do you want me to ask again later?” Not that he knows when later is best – after they have both been released from the hospital? Once the stitches have been removed? A year?

“No, it is fine Jayce. I have known my answer for a while.”

“Oh.”

“So long as how our relationship works doesn’t have to change and I can continue my work than yes, I would, uh, like to be your mate,” Viktor says.

“Good, I mean yes, yes nothing will change. I mean your signature will but other than that.” Why would Jayce want it to change? They worked well like this. Had already achieved great things in partnership like this.

Viktor gives a teasing smile before looking back down at their son.

“I think I can manage that accommodation better than you would have.”

#Arcane mpreg #mpreg #Arcane omegaverse #Omegaverse #Jayvik #vikjayce #jayce arcane #Viktor Arcane #jayce x viktor #jayce/viktor #I accidently a ficlet #I wrote this BEFORE the conversation with my fiance about epidurals #so these are not compliant with each other #but honestly this whole verse isn't perfectly compliant with other bits of it #just... roughly compliant enough to justify grouping together #arcane

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woodywood101blog · 2 years

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I posted 84 times in 2021

14 posts created (17%)

70 posts reblogged (83%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 5.0 posts.

I added 5 tags in 2021

#mpreg - 2 posts

#mpregdrug - 2 posts

#short story - 1 posts

Longest Tag: 11 characters

#short story

My Top Posts in 2021

All Kevin wanted to do after giving birth was get his nipples down to a more reasonable and proportionate size, however his doctor advised it might take at least a year or so after weening his child for the pecs to stop swelling. This also assumes that he will use protection to avoid accidentally falling pregnant again. Time will tell…

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Alex borrowed his girlfriend's crop tops and leggings when he first got back to the gym after giving birth to his son, as most of his gym wear only fit his pre-pregnancy body. The crop top did a lot to keep his pecs from leaking milk, and the leggings tightened everything around his butt and legs, as well as his waist. Now he knows why women love wearing this at the gym - it's so comfortable and freeing!

84 notes • Posted 2021-11-06 11:52:21 GMT

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Terry could not believe his luck when he became a dad in his late forties. The only thing he wished was to have had a child earlier in his life so that he didn't have the excessive aches and pains of widening hips and belly, alongside the general pain of ageing. His husband didn't seem to mind - in fact, Dan was loving it, seeing his husband's six pack abs morph into a turtle shell, then a tight belly with a popped out belly button. Dan was almost always turned on at the sight of his husband becoming the daddy he was destined to be.

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Russell was hoping a quick little arms workout would reduce some of the fat he's gained as a result of his surprise pregnancy.

(Picture from a preview post of 'Domesticated', a new Aussie web series coming soon - if you can, donate here to help them out with post-production. If you're Aussie, donations over $2 are tax-deductible! Otherwise, follow them here on Instagram to see when it's released...)

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All Terry wanted to do at this late stage of pregnancy was do anything that could reduce pressure on his back, hips and legs. One easy way of doing so was swimming, or just getting into water. The weightlessness that came from being in water went a long way to making this part of pregnancy more bearable.

His only issue was finding swimwear that could be considered tasteful at 8 months pregnant. He eventually gave up and decided to just swim in more secluded places wearing whatever he felt like, including his favourite pair of yellow speedos that always showed off his bulges in the best way.

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blouisparadise · 3 years

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of July. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Jealousy, Jealousy | Not Rated | 1163 words

Harry gets jealous when James Corden hold his Louis in his lap and pets him on the Late Late Show. He shows Louis who he belongs to and takes care of him.

2) The X-Factor Judge | Explicit | 1635 words

Harry watches the X-Factor and gets jealous about Brendan jumping on Louis. When Louis gets home Harry reminds him whom he belongs to.

3) Didn’t Know You Had It In You | Explicit | 1807 words

Harry sleeptalks and reveals his kinks which Louis is more than happy to try out.

4) Mine | Explicit | 1979 words

"So you been single for a while now?" Louis gulped as the vibrator slowed down sending a thankful look to Harry before glancing back at the interview who was looking at him with great interest,

"Uhhh yeah," he replied keeping his answer short and brief. He straightened his back shuffling slightly on his chair as the vibrator shifted inside of him hitting his prostate causing him to let out a small gasp as grimaced at the interviewer who just grinned back. She must be an excellent actress or just stupidly oblivious.

5) In The Moment | Explicit | 2611 words

Note: This is part 2 of this series.

Where it's their first time and Harry is being all fluffy and encouraging Louis to say his name and other dirty stuff?

6) Salvation Under My Breath | Not Rated | 2858 words

Louis is pregnant...

...and Horny

7) The Sight of You Brings Forth a Peace In Me | Mature | 3254 words

Louis loses inspiration and goes on a nature walk to find some. The inspiration takes shape in the form of Harry.

8) Put Your Sweet Lips On My Lips | Explicit | 3435 words

Note: Part one of this fic is #23 on this list.

Adjusting to one another’s life came as naturally as the sun rising in the morning and brightening the sky, chasing away the darkness that had dared to lurk in its absence. They did not side step each other, did not second guess their instincts once they were finally together. It was the crash of roaring waves - reckless in their paths - but upon meeting had unified into calm waters in the vast sea.

Living with Harry was like a breath of fresh air. In all his years, Louis had never felt alive. He supposed there was some credit to be given to how devoted Harry was to him. The man would rather step in a raging fire than let him suffer even a trace amount of agony.

9) Fuck U (Even) Betta | Explicit | 3568 words

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

Harry had sensed Louis was getting antsy all day, prodding and poking at Harry’s psyche like a game of mental whack-a-mole, trying to find that one thing that would flip the switch and push Harry over the edge. Even after all these years Louis still thinks he can get a rise, that he can in any way control the scenario. He couldn’t be more wrong.

10) We Act Like Nothing Is Wrong To Avoid What’s In Front of Us | Mature | 4179 words

Louis sends nudes meant for Harry to the wrong person on accident. Harry finds out. Rough sex ensues.

11) Love's First Bite | Explicit | 6135 words

Note: The pairing in this fic is Louis/Zayn.

For Zayn, love was never a part of life’s equation, not when you’re considered a lowly vampire while working in the Vampire’s royalty club, Love’s First Bite. He’s bitter and resentful and sees no point in looking into his past or future. But when Zayn saves a human named Louis, it all changes. He finds something special in him and, more importantly, someone worth giving up everything he holds dear.

12) Your Blueberry Eyes | Mature | 6154 words

Louis tattoos and Harry falls for blues.

13) Blow Me Away | Explicit | 6471 words

Louis likes giving blow jobs.

He doesn't exactly get off on it – he's been with people who properly loved it, and he's not quite that into it – but he doesn't mind the feel or the taste and he really, really likes watching his partner lose it, so getting down on his knees regularly is a no brainer.

Which is why it's a bit frustrating that every time he does, Liam hauls him back up again.

14) Thank You For This Prom Night | Not Rated | 6554 words

Note: This is part 3 of this series.

It's Prom Night. Stuff happens.

15) Can We Make It Anymore Obvious? | Explicit | 6628 words

Five times the boys accidentally walked in on Harry & Louis plus one time they did it on purpose.

16) It's The Way You Love (I Gotta Give It Back To You) | Explicit | 8153 words

Stretching, Louis finally pulled the duvet aside and let his feet fall onto the plush rug at his feet. Louis lived for soft, comfortable, plush things. From the fairy lights and fake plants to his plush robe and thick socks, everything in Louis’ little one bedroom apartment was carefully catered to his whimsical and soft aesthetic.

17) My Eyes Want You More Than A Melody | Explicit | 8315 words

Harry’s brain is short-circuiting at an absolutely awful time, the more expressive side of him is falling to pieces for some reason. The only responses he can give are venerated vibrations and nods, the feeling of Louis’ sweaty skin sliping him further into nothingness. Lightly dewy thighs, so muscular and plush— his lips feel just the same, so dangerously soft, a devious intention lying behind it all. “You’d do anything for me,” Louis mumbles, teeth tugging on Harry’s bottom lip, eyes dragging from his sinfully pink mouth when he lets it go to his hooded green eyes. “Isn't that right, daddy?” Harry whimpers— something that’s so foreign to him— but nods, trailing his hands up his shaved thighs, fingertips passing the hem of the dress.

18) Running Is Different Than Going | Explicit | 9018 words

Note: The pairing is Louis/OMC.

On the run, the last thing Michael expects from a stranger is help. Louis offers him everything he needs so he can keep running, but makes it harder than ever to continue doing so.

19) Quarantine, Baby! | Teen & Up | 9615 words

Note: There is no smut, but it contains mpreg Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup.

When Harry and Louis get a little too bored in quarantine, they turn to each other for some x-rated entertainment. Then, what starts as a COVID-scare, turns out to be something completely different.

20) Effervescent Horizons | Not Rated | 10676 words

Note: This is part 6 of this series. There is also no smut, but it contains mentions of bottom Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup.

They go to college together!

21) Moments | Explicit | 10726 words

Looking back, Louis should’ve known that the universe likes to fuck with idiots like him who think they’ve got it all sorted.

Looking back, he should’ve known that the minute he relaxed and let his guard down, when he thought things were going smoothly, that’s when it would hit him.

Looking back, he should’ve known to be on the lookout for a curveball.

He just hadn’t accounted for that curveball to have long legs, green eyes, and dimples; a curveball named Harry Styles.

22) The Blood Is Rare (And Sweet As Cherry Wine) | Explicit | 14270 words

Note: The sequel to this fic is #8 on this list.

"Officer, I see you're giving away my secrets already," Harry said as he entered the room.

"It's hardly a secret," Louis accepted the delicate glass, cutting a glance at the man when the underlying scent hit him, "A little early to indulge in such things, isn't it?"

"You've had a long morning, I'm sure. Merely looking after your health, Officer," Harry smiled.

"You don't need to concern yourself with that."

"Someone has to."

23) Violent Delights | Not Rated | 76174 words

Prince Harry is arranged to mate Princess Charlotte, but first he must spend a month completing courting traditions which ends in a mating ceremony. When he arrives to the Tomlinson castle, he finds the forbidden North wing holds that which the family has worked hard to keep secret. Mainly: the sickly sweet Prince Louis, who’s rare gender has forced his family to keep him locked away for his own protection.

24) Truth Behind Golden Eyes | Explicit | 228727 words

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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You know... tonight I'm thinking about how I and much of the rest of the fandom had alot of positive feelings about Wizards, even though it had its share of imperfections, in comparison to ROTT, which had such an overwhelmingly negative response.

And I think it's because much of the criticism of Wizards was centered around what we didn't get to see, while criticism of ROTT is largely centered around what we did see (and what we shouldn't have seen).

Two of the most popular criticisms I saw of wizards when it first came out were:

1.) The story was so tightly condensed that there was alot that didn't get to be explored.

2.) Zoe didn't get to have a larger role.

And I think both of these criticisms share one uniting sentiment: we wanted more. The audience loved what we did see, and we wanted to see more of it. We wanted more of Douxie's time in the spotlight/more of Camelot explored/more of The Pink-Haired Girl And What She Means to Douxie. It's INTERESTING and WE LIKE IT.

Since the show only had ten episodes, there was alot that had to be squeezed down/removed to fit in the time allowed, but Wizards spent the time it did have giving us amazing characters, compelling dynamics, and interesting lore expansion that the audience was ENTHRALLED by, to the point where much of the criticism of the installment comes down to: the audience was so intrigued/fascinated by this content that the fact that there isn't more sucks.

Now... cut to Rise of the Titans.

With its runtime of nearly two hours, it theoretically had the chance to do more of what Wizards, as great as it was, couldn't fit in: more of Douxie in the spotlight, expansion on his other relationships (like Zoe & ADP), compelling lore expansion, and smart utilization of characters & completion of character arcs for a satisfying ending.

And... it didn't deliver.

Firstly, let's get one of the big ones out of the way: it used a good ~10 minutes (?) of its runtime, which it could have used for doing something like 1.) a scene of characters who didn't get to interact much in the trilogy 2.) showing us why douxie and nari stopped running/them running at all 3.) my personal favorite, a scene of human jim coming home to his mom - and used it to give one of its side characters with the best character development I saw in the series... one of the grossest "comic relief" subplots I've seen in a long time. I would have rather Steve not been in the movie at all (like perhaps he heard arcadia was in danger and went to make sure his step-dad was okay) than seen that.

...Moving on.

What Douxie was able to do in the movie was good: he was VERY enjoyable to watch on-screen, and his big brother/baby sister dynamic with Nari was simply too precious.

But, like Wizards... it wasn't enough.

After finally getting his chance in the spotlight in the last installment, Douxie was sidelined and kept losing the people he loved left and right for what seemed to be for the mere sake of making him suffer (Nari dying as she killed Skrael/Archie getting stuck in the Hong Kong Trollmarket) when he'd already had to grieve Merlin in Wizards. He also doesn't use his most iconic item from Wizards: his spellcaster guitar. Sometimes, honestly, it seems like all he was there to do was 1.) suffer 2.) do spells (guitarlessly) to help people out and 3.) scream "NARI!"

(But Colin's voice acting DE👏LI👏VERED! Everyone's did, really. There were honestly alot of other aspects to the movie like voicework/animation/music that were really good and it sucks to see it dragged down by all the staggering missteps in writing.)

And arguably the worst aspect of that? His sidelining wasn't even unique to him; to me, every protagonist from the subsequent series' post-trollhunters seemed to be sidelined for the sake of Jim's spotlight.

Which wouldn't have been a problem... if it was used for any other confliction/crisis than him doubting being the trollhunter without the amulet, a question that was already answered in Trollhunters.

Aside from the fact that Jim felt strangely out of character, the whole ~confliction~ he had over being an amulet-less Trollhunter was redundant and felt unnecessary (I sort of wanted Merlin's ghost to show up and thwack him and say "WHAT DID I SAY!? WHAT DID I TELL YOU!?" and dip back out). In my opinion, a better confliction to explore would have been his connection to his humanity, which he'd just gotten back, or coping with what he'd done as a beast under the order's control. But instead, it badly recycled an old aspect of his arc that was already discussed in Unbecoming.

Besides Jim being what I never thought he'd be, an irritating and honestly sort-of unlikable protagonist, other characters were greatly underutilized as well.

...Especially Nomura.

First of all, they made the ridiculous decision to send two trolls with Douxie to Brazil in the daytime, knowing trolls TURN TO STONE IN THE SUN. But THEN, just for the sake of showing how deep Nari is under control, she pulls Nomura into the sunlight and shatters her when she gets petrified. It happens out of nowhere for complete & utter shock value.

To me, it seems like they brought in Nomura for the sake of having Nomura, and then they didn't know what to do with Nomura, so they killed Nomura.

And honestly, not knowing what to do with the characters and deciding to just nerf/kill them was this movie's whole thing.

But it's okay, because we have... the COP-OUT-ENDING-O-MATIC 3000! 🥳🎉

Oh, wait, sorry... the kronosfere.

[underwhelming party favor noise]

There's really no need to repeat myself on what it did - if you watched R*TT, my condolences you know what I'm talking about, and if you've read this far along, you're probably ticked about it too.

So, because of this little ball of SHAME AND BAD THINGS combined with Jim's edge-brood OOC-ness, not only did the movie give us underwhelming/unsatisfying/devastating-and-not-in-a-good-storytelling-way plotline and giving us so much that was... bad, it took away everything that was good - everything we loved. It was the second worst thing introduced in the story (the first is the entire garbage heap that is 7 kisses = MPreg (even though akiridions are projections from CORES)), and to be completely honest I WISH skrael and bellroc broke Nari and Douxie's spell before nari could say "kronosfere will make right"

(...AND the ninth configuration thing too tbh)

So... while Wizards spent the short time it had giving us something amazing, Rise of the Titans, instead of continuing to deliver on what Wizards couldn't fit in, squandered the potential it had as a finale and used its time to give us gross subplots/frustrating once decisions/underutilization, as well as to take everything else down with it at the very end with the Green Shame Orb.

And... yeah. Technically, it's not exactly two months post-ROTT anymore, because it's like 2 am on the 22nd, but I thought about this a lot felt compelled to share.

#mine #tales of arcadia #toa #rott #rise of the titans #toa wizards #wizards #enjoy my bang-energy fuelled rant lol im gonna go finish a fic

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