#maybe i should get procreate dreams?
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Hmmmm feeling likeeee doing low quality silly animatics again
#the heaven says one was fun but it took longer to edit the video than to actually draw it#maybe i should get procreate dreams?#hmmmmmmmmmmmmm#mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm#pix habla#oka we’ll see#either spend 20 dollars on that xD or get a burger today dndkndkd or treat myself to both#also still gotta get minecraft
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First Date, Huh?
Summary: The human race is at danger of extinction. The government had come up with a plan to increase the level of population throughout the country that involved you and a very good looking man.
Warning: unprotected sex. oral (both receiving). creampie. slight degradation. overstimulation. male and female anatomy. afab reader. impregnating. breeding kink (kinda?) aftercare. mentions of medical procedures (I forgot what it was called lol). not proofread. wrote this right after my dream sooo…
Word Count: 5,155
A/N: I had a dream about this and I woke up thinking I was pregnant😭 (be safe out there y’all) anyways, I picked up far cry 5 again and I’m literally eating that game up
“Falling for a stranger, good gracious. I might even fly out to Vegas. I’m thinking maybe you’d be down to do it,” Love Talk (demo), WayV
The world population had been declining after the rise of a deadly disease. People died in groups and the government had tried to prevent the spread.
But their attempts were in vain.
Decades after the virus had finally been tamed. The world had been left with only one third of its population remaining. The economies across the countries crashed and people had to rebuild themselves slowly.
However, that all came to a halt when the government suddenly introduced a new bill.
They had planned for a procreating program. In which scientists were able to develop a new technology wavelength that can determine what person is more biologically compatible with another person.
The government had ordered people to come to the nearest available clinics in order for the scientists to collect a sample of their blood. Of your blood.
Months passed after the collection of blood and suddenly a group of soldiers, along with scientists, stormed inside the houses of people and marked them with bracelet bands.
The soldiers sedated everyone and transported them to an underground warehouse. The warehouse itself was an underground bunker with scientists roaming around in their lab coats.
The underground facility was huge- it could be considered an underground city if the president decided to. But he didn’t.
When you woke up, you noticed you were inside a room with white walls. The floor and ceiling were white. Even the lights were white. Everything was white, except for the red bed you were currently in.
They had laid you down on a bed full of pillows and blankets. Your eyes blurred as they adjusted to the lights of the room.
Sitting up, you’ve noticed- and probably felt- the presence of someone laying down next to you. You looked over at the person and noticed it was a man.
He was waking up as well. He had dirty blonde hair and looked to be tall and broad. His features were rough and masculine, with his stubble being noticeable under the harsh lighting. As you sat up, he slowly sat up as well and took in the environment. When both of you laid eyes on each other, you both let out a gasp and quickly got off the bed.
You quickly realized what either of you were wearing. They had changed you into a skimpy satin nightgown while he was wearing a silk pajama set that revealed his chest due to the V-line cut.
The intercom from the room turned on and a person spoke,
“Good morning to you two. I’m sure you’re both confused and scared but afraid be not. We’re ensuring your safety at this establishment. As you both can see, you’re both wearing the same color of wristbands.”
You looked down at your right wrist and saw the green wristband, your eyes trailed towards the man and his was also green.
“This means that both of you are biologically compatible. Our goal here is to not hurt you. We’re simply trying to bring back the population back to where it should be and we need your help.”
Your eyes widened and so did his. The man’s eyebrows pinched together as look of suspicion and anger appeared on his face. But he didn’t say anything.
“I’m sure you both know what this means. You have the remainder of the day to get started. We expect positive results since we’ve run extensive research on your genetics. That is all, get started.”
Essentially, they wanted you to have sex with a stranger. That’s revolting.
You turned your gaze back to the man, his blue eyes stood out from his features. Neither of you said anything. It was all too…awkward. You glanced at the bed and then back at him. How do you even start something so intimate?
“Um-“ you started quietly, “So…we’re compatible.”
The man simply stared at you and then back at his wrist. He nodded, “Yeah. Seems so.”
“Should I-“
“We don’t have to do anything,” he interrupted you, “What’re they going to do if we do nothing? They can’t kill us. Those mad scientists need as many people as possible and if they killed you or me then what’s the whole point of this?”
You sighed and nodded. He was right in a way. Even if you disobeyed they couldn’t kill you, right?
Sitting at the edge of the bed, you begin to wonder everything that has happened so far. They’re making everyone breeding machines- is what you thought.
Before all of this, you were living your life the way you wanted it. And now you were forced to have a baby with someone you don’t know. All for the sake of humanity.
It was cruel.
“What do we do instead?” You asked quietly.
“Find a way out of here,” he responded as he walked around the room and tried to find an exit. There was no door. No windows. Nothing. As if you two were put in a white box.
He was getting frustrated that he had been put in this position. He didn’t want any of this, not with you. It wasn’t personal but he didn’t know you.
“There’s no way out,” he spoke after some time. It didn’t take a genius to know that you two were locked in this space.
“Do they really want us to…” your voice trailed off as you stared at him. He looked back at you and shrugged, “Maybe. Those crazy bastards are probably stressing about the human race dying or whatever.”
After a moment of silence, you could smell something. Something that smelled good.
“Is that you?” He asked. He also smelled something.
“I was just about to ask if it was you too,” you replied.
He furrowed his brows and sat next to you. He leaned closer to your neck and inhaled softly.
“It’s the both of us,” he whispered. You stared into his eyes at the proximity.
What was happening?
Did the scientists do something? Why did he suddenly look more attractive and smelled enticing?
You leaned back and got up from the bed. Panic started to run through your veins. “Do you think-“
He raised a brow and sat in the edge of the bed as he watched you pace around the room. You hadn’t noticed but he was secretly checking you out in that nightgown. He felt shame and quickly looked away- this wasn’t him.
“Do you think they put something on us?” You asked, your tone laced with anxiety.
The man sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair, “I don’t know. But they sure know what they’re doing.”
“We should just get on with it. They won’t let us out anytime soon. But maybe they will once we had sex, right?” You asked with a rushed tone. Thoughts occupied your mind and all you wanted to do was get out of this sick and twisted place.
He looked at you with a worried expression, “Are you sure? I mean, we don’t even know each other’s names and-“
“Y/n. My name is y/n,” you interrupted him.
The man raised his brows in surprise and let out an airy chuckle, “Well okay. Name’s Leon.”
He extended his hand out for a handshake and you hesitantly took it. His hands were rough and calloused. Almost made you wonder how they’d feel inside your wet and tight-
What.
You quickly withdrew your hand and looked away. What was going on with you?
“You really want to do this?” He asked softly. You looked at him and swallowed hard. Did you? Or was it whatever the scientists gave you that spoke for you? Either way, you still wanted to get out of this place.
“If fucking you is the only way that could get us out of here then so be it,” you muttered and walked back to the bed.
You sat next to him, shoulders touching.
“Okay then…” he replied quietly, “Guess this is our first date, huh?” He joked.
You looked at him with furrowed brows, how did he have the spirits to joke times like these? Men.
You sat down next to him on the bed, staring at him. He stared right back at you and his gaze fell to your lips. He then leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Can I?”
He put his hand on your cheek as his other hand landed on your thigh. You silently nodded and closed your eyes as he leaned closer to your face.
His breath fanned your lips and all you could do was close your eyes as he finally put his lips on your lips.
The hand on your cheek traveled to the back of your head as he pulled you closer, your hands traveled to his shoulders as you deepened the kiss.
It was a slow, passionate kiss- albeit the current circumstances.
His tongue grazed your bottom lip and you parted your lips just enough for his tongue to delve inside your mouth, exploring every crevice.
The hand on your thigh went higher up to the hem of your nightgown, squeezing the skin gently in between his finger. You moaned into his mouth as he gently hit your bottom lip.
You’ve already started to feel aroused and wet, even though there was a lingering thought in the back of your head telling you that this is wrong.
He leaned closer to you, pushing you down gently until your back finally touches the bed. Leon’s hands moved around your body as he kissed you, his knee right in between your legs causing you to moan quietly.
He smirked at your reaction and moved his lips down to your neck as he pressed his knee into your wet cunt. You couldn’t help but grind on his knee as he sucked your neck. Leaving bruises and hickeys for you to worry about tomorrow.
Your hands wrapped around his biceps as his hands held your waist and squeezed just a tad bit.
He slowly brought his lips down to your collarbone before one of his hands pulled the straps of your nightgown down. Causing the dress to slip down to your waist, revealing your breasts to him.
He pulled back and stared at your hardened nipples with a slight smirk. His fingers hovered over them as he kept teasing you. Then he leaned down to suck the right one, as his hand began to roll your nipple in between his fingers. Your back arched against him and that only caused him to groan at the bliss of sucking your tit.
Your legs squeezed around his as he rubbed it slightly against your covered cunt. He could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties and that only turned him on even more.
His erection, confined against his clothes, rubbed along your stomach. You could almost feel it twitch as you felt it. Almost.
He pulled back from your right breast and moved on to the second one. His teeth grazed at your nipple as his hand gripped the previously sucked one.
And all you could do was moan and squirm under him.
He moved his lips down from your breasts to your stomach before ripping your nightgown apart and throwing it down on the white floor. Leaving you in your panties.
His lips trailed kisses until he met the waistband of your panties. His fingers ran down your thighs as he slowly parted them, lowering himself until he felt his knees touch the floor. His head was right in between your legs and he stared at the wet spot on the slit of your panties.
He brought a finger and stroked the slit from top to bottom, he made sure to apply just enough pressure for you to not only feel how wet you were but also to feel the way his fingers wanted to prod inside.
You closed your eyes tightly shut as your toes curled. This was all too much and he hasn’t even started. He chuckled lowly, seeing how you were reacting made his pride increase just a little.
He firmly pressed your thighs down on the bed as he brought his face back to the waistband and began to pull your panties down with his teeth. Once they had reached your thighs, he pulled them off with his hands and let them fall on the floor.
You were shining and glistening. His mouth watered and all he wanted to do was dive in. And so he did.
Almost immediately he struck his tongue into your wet hole, licking around as he savored you. He moaned as he tasted you, he’d never tasted something like you and he wanted more.
His thumb circled around your clit, his speed shifting from fast to slow as he watched how much that affected you. He dragged his tongue all the way up and down, sucking your wall and letting them feel just how spongy they are. He then pulled back and moved his thumb away from your clit- which caused to whine in protest.
He gave you a look, one that made you more wet. His eyes piercing yours as he thrusted one finger inside you. He let his index finger stay there for about ten seconds before he actually began to move it. He curled it around as he experimented with what way got you most closest to your orgasm.
His finger curled inside you as he kissed your clit. Sucking it and gently pulling it with his teeth. He took out his finger and then thrusted two fingers inside, causing your mouth to gaze open and let your head roll back against the mattress. He scissored you- fucked you with his fingers.
Pulling out and thrusting all the way back in. His callouses rubbed against your walls, bringing new sensations that you never thought you’d ever experience.
One his index finger hit the spot that made you moan a little too loud, he knew he’d found it. He curled his fingers even more rapidly as he rubbed that spot inside you. Brushing the pad of his middle finger against it, igniting something within you. Your body felt warm and sweaty.
You were coming undone by a complete stranger that is allegedly compatible with you. Your hands traveled to the top of his head and pulled his face closer to your hide. His nose bumped against your slit, his chin hitting fingers. But he didn’t mind, he knew you were close and he wanted you to cum on his face.
He licked your clit as you grinded against his face, your breaths became short and your grip tightened. With a gasped moan, you came on Leon’s face. Your cum spilling down his fingers and chin. He pulled out his fingers and licked as much as he could, swallowing the grace that came out of you.
Once he finished licking you clean, he pulled back and stared at you with dilated pupils. The black consuming all of the blue as he stared at you like a hunter. He got up from the floor and stared down at you as he became mesmerized with your body.
He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his broad and muscled chest. He then pulled down on his pants, revealing the bulge in his underwear. Pre-cum leaking through the fabric.
You almost drooled and quickly sat up. Crawling your way to him, you sat on your knees as he caressed your head, encouraging you to do whatever you wanted with his dick.
Your hands cupped his bulge and he instantly inhaled sharply. He shuddered at your touch and so you slowly pulled the waistband of his underwear down, watching in awe as his cock sprung free.
The pink tip leaking ore-cum as aforementioned was a sight to behold. Your hand wrapped around his base as you brought your lips over to the head. Kissing it softly as your hand stroked up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes and gripped on your hair, strands meddling in between his fingers.
Your tongue dragged all the down to the bottom, to his ballsack. He shuddered and bucked his hips against your face, smearing pre-cum along your cheek. You parted your lips and slowly took him inside your mouth.
Your hands found his balls and you slowly massaged them, causing him to groan and moan loudly as his grip tightened.
As his dick was inside your mouth, your tongue flicked down the frenulum- just the underside of the tip where the head and the base join. He gasped softly and moaned as he felt you flick your tongue on his sweet spot.
Your tongue slowly moved down from his frenulum to his base, tongue slurping and swirling around as you took him deeper and deeper into your throat. Not deep enough that you’d start gagging because that would probably not feel good.
Instead, you took one of your hands and resumed stroking the remaining parts of his base as you sucked on on the part that fit in your mouth.
Leon was a complete mess; moaning and whimpering as you took him in your mouth. His feet flat on the floor as he looked down at you with pure list and desire. Your eyes met his and he only felt even more turned on.
His cock started to twitch in your mouth and you knew he was about to cum. You continued to stroke his balls and base as your tongue worked its magic on his head and frenulum.
With a loud groan, he gripped your head and forced his entire cock inside your mouth and shot his cum down your throat. Tears pricked at your eyes as you moaned softly as the sensation of his juices spilling down your esophagus. It was warm, you thought.
He pulled back breathlessly and watched as you swallowed his cum. Once he pulled back, some of his cum smeared on your lips and he watched as you licked it back in your mouth. The sight turned him on again and his cock got hard.
Leon got on the bed and slowly pushed you down again. He took hold of your thighs and brought them up to your chest, “Hold,” he demanded in a sultry and low voice.
Your hands wrapped around the back of your thighs as you held them pressed up against your breasts. He aligned his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed in.
“Fuck- so tight,” he muttered as he gasped for air. You rolled your head back and whimpered as he pushed himself all the way through. His pelvic bone making contact with your bone as he slowly began to thrust- not fully out though.
He rolled his hips in a way that wouldn’t allow his cock to leave you completely just yet. He was going slow and gentle, making sure you’ve adjusted first before he picked up the pace.
Once he saw your reaction- face scrunched up in delight as you moaned quietly and breathlessly. He pulled out and then pushed back in with force.
Leon couldn’t control himself anymore. His hands pushed your knees even more down against the mattress, your hamstrings flexing as he pushed this position even more further.
Your breathing increased- chest heaving up and down. His ballsack slapping against your asshole, causing your wetness to spread throughout your both bodies. His tip gently brushed up against your cervix as he plunged in. One of his hands went down to your clit and began to circle it.
You writhed and moaned even more as he simultaneously triggered your two sweet spots. It was all so overwhelming and your mind went blank.
He was fucking you dumb and you loved it. Your jaw went slack, drool coming out from the ends of your lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you still held on to your thighs.
He left go of your knees and gripped your hips, the sound of wet skin smacking echoing through the room.
“Gonna cum,” he muttered. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna breed you…fuck- gonna be a good girl f’me right?” He grunted as he kept pounding into you.
His knuckles were turning white from how hard he gripped the fat skin of your hips, as if he was holding on for dear life. You nodded, “Yes,” you breathed out shamelessly.
He grunted some more against your ear and that only caused you to grow closer to your second orgasm. This man was so vocal but it was hot.
“Ngh- fuck,” he moaned as he shot his cum deep into your cunt. Cum spirting into your womb, making sure you took everything without spilling it.
He pulled put and motioned for you to roll over. You obliged and rolled over until you laid down on your stomach. He took hold of your hips once again, raising your ass to his level as he thrusted his cock inside you from behind.
Your face planted against one of the pillow and your hands gripped the bedsheets as your moans came out muffled. Somehow, he hit deeper in this position. His hands went from your hips to your waist and he squeezed it gently.
As he continued to pound into you, your ass cheeks juggling from the force of motion, he took your hair in one hand and pulled your head up. Your eyes were closed as you moaned. This was all so much but you needed more. Completely drunk on his cock is what you were.
He leaned down as he pulled on your hair, “Like it when I fuck you like this, huh?” He taunted. His words were sent straight to your pussy as it caused you to clench around him. You nodded and blabbered stupid yes’s.
“Gonna show me how much you like it?” He whispered as he pulled one and forcefully thrusted in you. You whimpered and moaned as you replied a breathy yes. He chuckled and continued fucking you like a mad dog.
He let go of your hair and wrapped his hand on the back of your neck, his fingers gently pressing on the sides of your throat. You felt lightheaded as he did so but it also added to how hot and turned on you were.
You felt your orgasm near as he continued. Your cunt clenched and pulsated around his cock and it only caused his moans to get short and breathy.
“Feel’s good,” he grunted in your ear. You could only mewl, moan, whimper- all of those sounds were the only things escaping your lips.
His other hand went down to your clit and he pinched it gently, causing a big moan to erupt from your mouth as you came on his cock. Essence spilling down from his shaft and onto the bed but neither of you cared. He groaned and his thrusts faltered slightly as you came on his cock, it felt even more tight and he closed his eyes for a moment as he continued.
But not long after you did he also cum inside you. For the second time. And it felt better than the first. You whimpered from the overstimulation as he shot his cum even deeper, the tip of his head brushing your cervix as his cum (and you were convinced) entered your womb with certainty.
He let go of the back of your throat and slowly pulled out of you. His cock softening as cum oozed out of your cunt and down on the bed. Both of you were left panting and you starting to feel sore and tired already. He looked around to try and find something to clean you with but couldn’t find anything.
So, he resorted to using his shirt to clean you off, “This might hurt,” he spoke softly as he gently pressed the fabric on your cunt and wiped the cum off. He tried to be as gentle as possible as he heard you take in sharp breaths. You were overstimulated and he started to feel bad for how hard he went.
He helped you lay down on your side and dressed you up. He put on your panties but then realized he had torn your nightgown.
“Sorry,” he mumbled shamefully. You shook your shoulders and looked at him with tired eyes, “It’s fine. They weren’t mine anyway.”
You both chuckled at that. You two had almost forgotten the situation you were both in, and maybe that was a good thing.
He pulled on his underwear and pants- since his shirt was used as a towel- and pulled the blanket over your body to give you some privacy. Even though he just fucked you.
He laid down behind you and wrapped his around your waist as he pulled you to him. Both of you closed your eyes and slept for a while, him nuzzling into your hair as your hands rested on top of his arms around your waist.
It was comforting. You felt cared for and that was all that mattered.
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The two of you woke up to the sound of a door opening. Your eyes fluttered open almost immediately and you covered yourself with the blanket as Leon watched the scientists come in with a suspicious look. He narrowed his eyes as he saw them approach you.
“We’re going to take both of you to the examination room for testing,” one of them said. The other scientists gave you some new clothes before speaking, “We will wait outside.”
After they left, you exhaled loudly. You had forgotten you and the rest of the people were taken for insemination.
You slowly began to pull your new clothes on and walked out of the room with Leon next to you. The scientists saw you both and began to guide to a room down the hall, with two guards following behind you.
They had told Leon to wait in the lobby as they took you to a more private room. A female scientist came up to you and out on some elastic gloves, “I’ll be the one performing your pregnancy test. I’ll be taking your blood so please relax and take deep breaths for me.”
You sat down on the bed and followed her advice. There was no point in fighting or arguing since she clearly looked exhausted, probably overworked. But you couldn’t feel bad. You felt bitter at the fact that you now had turned into a baby machine- along with the rest of population.
With a sigh, you relax your tensed muscles as she took your arm gently and injected the needle on your vein. Blood began to draw from your arm and into a tube. Suddenly, you felt a wave of washiness. Fatigue overtook your body.
The test was over after a few minutes. The doctor withdrew the needle and put on a bandaid, “Okay. Off you go. Test results should be back in a couple of days. For now… I don’t know,” she shrugged tiredly as she moved over to the side of the room where she stored your blood sample with the rest.
There were at least 100 other blood samples. The mere sight disturbed you and you found yourself leaving the room hastily. Walking back to Leon, he looked at you concerned and gave you a once over to make sure you’re okay. Once he silently approved that you were okay, he spoke with a soft tone, “How do you feel?”
“Like shit,” you muttered. “Did you know that there’s a bunch of us here?” You whispered as your eyes searched around, “I don’t think we can leave.”
He furrowed his brows and looked at you, “Why not? We’ve done the deed, shouldn’t we be free to go home?”
You shook your head, “No. I don’t think so. I have a feeling we’ll be stuck here if the results come back positive.”
He sighed and looked away as the information set in. Freedom was so close, yet so far.
“So now we just wait?” He asked quietly to which you nodded.
“And now we wait.”
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Days have passed and you two were called to a room. A scientist sat in the middle of the room, on his chair where he had stacks upon stacks of papers. Both of you sat down in front of the desk and waited for the scientist to notice you two.
“Ah- you’re here,” he muttered as he swiftly began to look for some papers.
“Alright… just to confirm the information is correct. You’re both Leon Kennedy and Y/n L/n?” The scientist asked.
The two of you nodded silently and the scientist continued, “Okay so, we have the results. You are pregnant. Which means we’ll have to keep you both under surveillance. You are to stay in this facility until the birth of your child. You will be assisted with the birth as well as the raising. We will provide all the essential services required for this procedure, all you two have to do is remain healthy. And please, for the love of God, be kind to the child. The couple before me kept on arguing so the least you two could do is pretend you love each other in front of the kid.”
You and Leon exchanged a glance and then looked back at the scientist. You knew this would happen, it was inevitable.
“Before I forget, you two got assigned a new room. On the second floor. Good luck and congratulations,” he said as he dismissed you both.
The two of you stood up and left the room, only to be met with two guards to escort you both to your new room.
You were to share a room but at this point, you didn’t care. You were too focused on thinking about the pregnancy that you had forgotten about Leon.
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The more you hung out with Leon, you didn’t know if it was by force or nature, the more you realized how kind he truly is. He looked cold and mean on the exterior but inside he was just a man looking for love. Just like everyone else.
The pregnancy went just fine. Leon was there to support you 24/7 and so were the scientists.
When you had to give labor, Leon stood next to you and held your hand.
You gave birth to a beautiful boy. He had your hair while he had Leon’s eyes. You held your son in your arms and watched as Leon looked at you with awe.
What you weren’t expecting at all was that you fell for Leon. Even before the birth of your son, you and Leon actually began dating. The two of you shared some interests and actually liked to be around each other’s presence.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Maybe this was a new type of freedom for you.
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GA: What Are You Doing […]
GG: im getting dave to set up that expensive equipment
GG: so i can start doing all that witch of spacey stuff you were telling me about
GG: which i appreciate, since my sprite turned out to be sad and useless, and not very wise at all :(
What, so she's not giving any advice?
I'm not against the idea of Jadesprite having agency, of course - but at the same time, it doesn't seem like it should be possible for a Sprite to abandon their charge. I think creating a Dream Sprite has really fucked something up.
GA: I Was A Sylph Not A Witch […]
GG: what is a sylph?
GA: I Think Its Sort Of Like A Witch
GA: But More Magical
That means basically nothing, which is probably deliberate. Class exposition has always been vague as hell.
I guess this implies that there are some explicitly ‘magical’ classes, such as the Witch, the Sylph, potentially the Seer, and presumably the Mage. Sollux did cast a curse, after all, and Rose is casting all kinds of spells. Perhaps Jade and Kanaya will learn to do the same.
GA: But Regardless I Think Our Roles Are Approximately The Same Since We Are Both Stokers Of The Forge
GA: As Well As Holders Of Breeding Duties
Breeding duties, eh?
Maybe Jade's the one responsible for breeding animal species to inhabit the new universe. Biosphere construction sounds like a fun challenge, and one that's right up Jade's alley.
GG: it sounds like
GG: it involves
GG: a lot of breeding :\
GA: Well It Does
GA: But Not Breeding Through Means Typical Of Most Species […]
GA: I Didnt Mean To Alarm You By Implying You Were Required To Wage A Great Deal Of Personal Procreation Over A Span Of Several Weeks
GG: yeah, whew <_<;
GA: Though It Should Be Clear That Repopulation Is Among Our Duties As Well In The Long Term
GA: And Ive Gathered That The Cloning Apparatus In The Veil Is Probably Meant To Permit An Initial Boost On The World We Select For Settlement
GA: But Beyond That It Is Up To The Descendants To Perpetuate The Race
Why, though? Like, what's stopping the Players from using the Veil's cloning gear indefinitely?
Maybe they can, but it just doesn’t scale. Eventually, your burgeoning population will be growing faster than you can build cloning machines, and their natural reproductive rate will dominate the numbers.
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Construtiprowl, but is the praxian who got them pregnant?
You mean all of them? Tough job, but more decent than his regular bastard cop activity, so why not?
I think there is some kind of unspoken agreement among all Cybertronians that Prowl is such an incurable asshole that he simply should not procreate. Who needs his bastard cyber-DNA spreading? Good news he's a loner by nature and it's unlikely for a sane bot to carry from a casual fuck with him. Well, until his green harem shows up and sees that their precious Prowl doesn't get enough cunt. Maybe five big strong valves could count as enough?
At first Prowl is reluctant, playing hard to get. He gets notifications about a lounge in a bath house booked for him and his "company" but deletes them. Until, late at night, he finds himself in the washracks in his apartment with his spike out and his mind playing a half-dream, half-fantasy about big hands holding him, passing him on to each other. Like in a moment of despair he agreed to form Devastator one more time, he surrenders and accepts his admirers' offer.
They bathe him in oil a little messily, jostling and squabbling, until Prowl's spike sticks out of the oil like a periscope. He is fished out of the jakuzzi (thanks Hook) and manoeuvred to lay between Long Haul's thighs. He can't suppress his relieved moan when he's finally inside. Touches here and there encourage him, and he's fucking his first valve in a long time like it's his last valve. He's too small to stretch any of them, maybe only Scavenger, but they cheer him every time he's shooting his load.
It ends in a haze, Prowl laying sated in the oil bath, Constructicons tossing drinks to each other and him. Could be worse, yeah?
It gets worse when Prowl receives a message from Hook with test results attached. He knocked them up. All of them.
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Unplanned and unexpected | Leone Abbacchio x reader
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Reader likes kids// wants kids// is loved by them.
Abba being Abba, so kinda sulky in a way. ( poor thing needs love.)
Unplanned and Unexpected
The idea of a child to Leone had been unpalatable.
Perhaps the Younger version of himself that had been fresh off of the academy would have considered it.
Back then he had been young and stupid, so the idea of having a child, a wife...a family of his own.
- It had all been a possibility to him, maybe even an aspiration of his.
Fast forwarding, it had all changed, and the bright, inspiring colors of the world became bleak.
Once he was out and into the real world his views had changed drastically because he saw it for what it truly was, filthy and corrupt.
And even the sight of children made him recoil.
As unbothered as he’d been with them before, he now detested being near them.
Suddenly, the same children that would happily wave to him as he and his partner patrolled the neighborhood were the same ones that then made him curl his soft painted upper lip in disgust.
He couldn't help the grimace he made when kids came too close, or when they even had the nerve to get near and ask him stupid questions.
" - No! " he didn't want to see whatever stupid, little shit they had in their hand and wanted to offer him.
He didn't want to take what was in the sticky, grubby little thing, and he really didn't care how far along they could count.
How the hell was that even a feat when they could barely make it past 6?
“ When I grow up... I want to be an officer too!” the little, dark haired boy said with a large smile, his grin stretching wide and at his side his mother smiled, cheering him on, all as Leone stared blankly at them.
Deadpan, he continued to stare down at the boy, because he had no idea what was ahead of him
‘Good fucking luck,’ Leone thought sourly as he watched them go, back to their blissful lives, while he, in turn had to go back to his meaningless title.
- the same one some dumb brat thought was worth dedicating his life to.
It was later that day, after that bitter musing that he remembered that when he was just a kid too, he’d had the same dream.
Leone Abbacchio had wanted to be a police officer since he’d been a child.
To protect.
To defend.
- To make the world a better place.
Just thinking about a filthy, little hand tugging at his hair now made him taste something sour.
'-Yuck.'
.
.
.
.
So...how was it that he’d managed to end up with you?
Because it’s like you'd been made to have kids.
Without a doubt if anyone was meant to be a mom, it was you.
The way you smiled at each one you passed was just frustrating. And the way they instantly brightened at your kindness was just as infuriating because it made him think about how much your own child would love you.
There was no doubt you’d be the parent that kid clings to, and the idea of you having a little kid cling to your leg, hugging you fiercely made him smile softly.
The world lacked kindness.
It liked compassion and a heart, but you didn’t.
You had so much to give, and if anyone should spread more love, more of themselves out into the world, that was, bitter and ugly, it was you.
- to balance out all the ugliness.
After you, he thought about kids, briefly, he considered it before he remembered the distain he had for them, and much more how much of a shitty dad he'd be.
How could anyone look at him and think, ‘Yeah, that guy would be a good father.
- The disgraced cop who was now some Mafioso really should procreate.’
the trip to the store had been one made to get some snacks, something to calm your sweet tooth, and his sudden desire for a beverage in the fruity category, and during that little adventure, you’d found a lost child.
He saw you occupy yourself with a little brat that had been crying at the store, left somewhere in between the candy isles that they’d more than likely gotten distracted with and migrated to while their parent’s eyes looked elsewhere.
You were then knelt to the child, coming closer to their height while offering a gentle smile in response to the soft weeping, having all the patience in the world in spite of the stumbling words and hard sniffles of the little boy.
He watched you walk with them, kindly taking their hand and walking them to the registers where the young cashier responded with panic once he found out the child that had been presented to them was a lost one.
The teenager fretted, as a new employee, not knowing what to do, but certainly grateful you were there to sooth things over just a bit.
An announcement was made, and soon after their mother showed up.
It’d only taken three minutes before the kid’s mom rushed through with a stroller being pushed, speeding across the store to retrieve her lost child.
Upon arrival, Leone could see the way your eyes widened at the sight of a baby, and he felt butterflies in his stomach, anxiousness settling in him.
- Maybe excitement too.
“Thank you so much!” the mother said with teary eyes as she embraced the found child, her arms wrapped tight around the boy. “I looked away for a second!” she huffed, obviously feeling guilty for the commotion, knowing she was more than likely being judged and trying to justify herself.
She seemed ashamed, but grateful none the less, and it was easy to forgive her given how genuinely worried she seemed.
She promptly thanked the couple as well as the store worker, and while you responded back graciously, waving it off as it was no big deal, Leone stood in silence.
He didn’t think he needed any praise.
Why?
For what reason?
He hadn’t done anything besides make the kid cry even more. In fact, things hadn’t smoothed over until you leveled down to them, coaxing them to go with you to the front.
After, he looked away for a second, just one before he saw you rocking the baby, looking down at it with a pretty glow that made him feel inexplicably warm because even if he swore he didn’t want one, he could wholeheartedly say that you looked damn good with one.
You then peeked over at him, and you had a pleading look that he noticed.
Maybe you didn’t realize how obvious you were being, but he could tell you wanted one.
Even if you hadn’t intended it, you just begged him for one.
- For even the consideration.
He swore he didn’t want kids, said it left and right on more than one occasion, and while every so often he’d caught the downhearted look you wore, making him regret the words.
he’d quieted down, not repeating the sayings any longer, but even then he made certain to be cautious.
- Well, mostly.
because one night, he'd slipped up.
Of all the precautions he took, and for so long, he’d messed up so royally that it was just perfect to him.
- He was the master of screw ups after all.
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It’d been a tame, chilly night, one where he insisted you wear a jacket, or at the very least something thin to protect yourself from the short gusts of breeze that had presented themselves, but of course, you’d refused.
And as he expected, later in the night you were draped by his, something he had, had no trouble in giving up when he saw you rub your hands together to gather some heat, much more when he’d seen how much your eyes sparkled at the act.
He hadn’t even waited for you to complain about the weather before he did it, and accompanied by the caring action was a soft sigh of annoyance from him, a little, ‘I told you so,’ also in company because he’d told you more than once to bring one because he just knew you’d need one.
- Honestly (f/n).
As you snuggled into his coat that smelled just like him, somewhat woodsy yet faintly floral at the same time, you smiled, so smitten by him that you let a soft sigh of happiness leave you before you pressed yourself close to him,
“Thank you Leone...” you cooed, a hint of smugness in the tone because you just knew his face was glowing red, the color only you could force out of him.
- As much as he tried to play it off, he was defiantly sweet.
“Yeah, yeah,” he huffed, trying to act cool, trying to gather himself.
He could be romantic.
- Could.
He could be sweet too, but it came with fluster, because he’d yet to come to terms that he could be so tender with someone, and that the big bad Abbacchio Leone, who was someone you could hardly look at without offending, had a big soft side so tender it was nearly laughable.
He gave cute butterfly kisses and even giggled when they were given to him, the sweet sound music to your ears.
Sometimes, he softly hums you to sleep as your head lay on his bicep, and it’s not without his hand touching your hair, idly.
Those are your lazy days, the most domestic ones that are actually repeated reoccurrences.
- You love it, and so does he.
“Thank you Leone,” you said again in a much sweeter tone, latching onto him by locking your arms around his neck, standing on the very tips of your toes as he does you a little favor and comes down slightly.
He rolled his eyes at you, “Well I'm not going to let you freeze,” he says with a touch of warmth, and the way he looks down at you gives you butterflies, his look alone lets you know he sees nothing but you.
“no?” you say with a tiny voice, batting your eyes at him.
“No,” he replies back in the same baby talk, and he peppers little kisses over your face, smiling, certainly entertained by the soft smudges of lilac that lay over your cheeks and nose.
“Mmm...’m gonna warm you up,” he murmurs filling your body with even more heat, the tingly kind that leaves your legs wobbly as your stomach is still a fluttering mess.
And like the sweetheart he secretly is, he swoops you up in his arms, and he carries you to the bedroom where he hardly gives you room to separate as he falls with you beneath.
“Signorina,” he breaths, “I think I've got a way to warm you up,” he suggested, his voice low and thick as his hands run down your hips and over your legs, and even while fully clothed he continues to enjoy touching you.
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As your silky walls squeeze him, milking him of every last drop as though it were your only purpose, he continues to kiss you, his faltering breaths not convincing him to part yet.
Even the air falls beneath you in importance, because to him, you are everything.
During that night the way you looked up at him was wide-eyed and dazzling, the soft breath you released a barely audible gasp that he faintly recognized during the moment of quiet motion where his final moves were slow, dying thrusts.
And after all of the seemingly never-ending mewls that had dripped from your softly bruised lips, there was nothing left but the soft exhale, and he would have teased you about it had it not been for one key factor,
'Oh....fuck...' he inwardly thought to himself as he slowly fell down from his high and realization settled in.
Once he was actually able to catch a good breath and find calm, clarity came through the thickened fog that had suffocated his better judgement,
"Shit..." he mumbled, the word leaving him in a low pant as his body slouched, the tension in his muscles slowly evaporating, all in spite of the growing concern and utter frustration he felt at the moment.
His eyes fanned close as his forehead pressed against yours, the sweat sticky flesh coming together in a strangely comforting way as he slowly brought your legs down from his strong, flexing arms.
They slid down the glistening limbs in a slow descent before they tiredly fell onto the mattress with little to no sound.
"...shit...." he lowly sneered as he slowly pulled out, the warmth that surrounded him, and continued to try and pull him back, forcing him to bite his lower lip, the sensation almost overwhelming as he continued to empty himself within you with no form of protection to prevent it.
his golden eyes then traveled down to the sight of your used snatch, watching as it glistened in the mix of both your arousal and release, a sight he'd never taken in because of how careful he'd always been.
Protection had always been a must for him, and he couldn't help but feel stupid because figures the first time you guys fuck around without any would be the one time he gives you what felt like the biggest load he's ever given.
His hand moved, thumb sliding over your slit, the pad gently moving over the moistened folds with interest glimmering in his eyes, and as he did so, your legs parted more.
In all your tiredness and worn-out bliss, your legs opened for him, and you let him eye you as he'd left you.
- Messy, dripping, and used, but ready for more of him.
You hummed softly, your (e/c) colored eyes still closed as you released a soft breath that carried his name out in a way he's never heard before.
The little purr turned into an even softer moan as he continued to tease you before slowly, his thick cream seeped from the little entrance.
He seemed transfixed on the scene even as he moved, the tiredness of before gone, even the anxiousness that had settled in suddenly gone as he crawled over you again, surprising you for a moment before you were lured into a needy kiss that was full of a devious tongue.
He felt feral, almost uncontrolled, and during the long, wet press his right hand traveled down to where you continued to seep, and his two fingers slowly teased your slick before slipping into your begging entrance, immediately being surrounded by the silken warmth that yearned for more of his favors.
The first returning thrust nearly stole your breath away, and you made a little choked sound as he started off with new found energy, not expecting it at all.
You then threw your head back into the softness of the pillows beneath you, your gasping mouth glistening with a a little trail of drool peering out.
"Enjoying yourself?" he teased, his every thrust deep and lasting, letting you enjoy each stretch and long press.
Again, your legs were spread apart, lifted by the crooks of his elbows and you let out a long whine as you struggle to hold still in his grasp as he moves himself into you like a starved man.
“Leone...!” you huff, your voice caught in your throat for a second, your hands that have been squeezing his strong shoulders moving, palms grazing over his flesh to land behind his neck where you pull your upper body up more and he dips his head down lower, letting you rest your nose within a river of long, sweet periwinkle.
“c-cum...” you manage to murmur, begging after having held on too long. “I want to...you....” you add on incoherently, the repeated spasms of your warmth making him shiver, your words sounding muddied to him as he listens on through his own failing sounds.
“- Please cum in me, please!” you repeat, the second time oozing with desperation, getting your point across and having no shame.
He growled, the thick, rumbly sound felt right at your lips as you pressed them to the base of his neck, right at his little, sweet spot now hued a soft tint of bruised red.
“In...”you breathed as your eyes fluttered close, wiggling your hips to somehow make him do so right then and there.
- you needed it.
His eyebrows furrowed and the straining muscles in his arms fully tensed as he continued to pump into you with a notable falter in between after you voice your desires.
you could feel his eyes on you, even while shutting yours you just knew the intensity of his glares.
- You knew how it felt to have them pierce you.
"Leone..." you moaned as your body continued to move with his thrusts, rocked by each one that had become unkind and rough.
"Please... inside..." you begged desperately yet again.
He’d done it once already...
"Cum inside," you reiterated, knowing he was almost close, the tell of it being how little he cared to mask his moans, and much more how harshly he thrust.
"Cum..." he breathed, "...inside you?" he added with a dark glare his words low, and snide.
‘Do you have any idea what that means?’ he thought to himself, his earlier suspicions of how you wanted a baby coming into mind.
‘Stupid girl...wanting a brat with me...’ he thought while continuing.
You made him think about it more and more, and in between his bliss a soft pang of something bitter sweet hit him as he mused over a thought he’d never dared to even ask himself,
‘Do you think I'd be a good enough for one?
Is that why you stay?
....’Cause you think this will last that long?’
His arms felt as though they were withdrawing, but just his hand reached your ankles they held on,
“I’m gonna fill you up...” he promised you as he gripped each one and pushed them forward towards your body.
Your eyebrows rose high as they were suddenly forced up to a level over your shoulders, the little peep you released morphing into a sudden moan as he continued to dive into you in a new angle after he shifted himself.
You could then hear the repeated squelching your overused and overflowing wetness made as he continued to fuck you, the obscene sound accompanied by equally filthy mewls you couldn't control, and praises of his own that left you at that messy state.
Repeated plea’s were accompanied by little, escaping tears as you were pummeled into at the new angle that’s only purpose seemed to dig deep, setting aim for the perfect spot he’d need to coat in white.
“You’ve been wanting this...“ he responded back while grinning, not asking, but just telling, knowing the answer by your expressions.
At that you squirmed and squeaked, your voice unable to push past a syllable before you cried out, holding onto his long hair and tugging.
"Yes! Yes!" you said while nodding your head fastly, and after a few more strokes he does.
And you hold onto him dearly , needing his warmth, wanting his big body to meet yours fully, because so much of him on you feels overwhelming.
It feels like too much, and not enough all at the same time.
“I love you, “ you breath, your voice shaky, and your body is in the same feeble state to where you quiver weakly, having only enough in you to cling onto him dearly.
He’s breathing hard, and he seems tired as all of the sudden adrenalin that had spiked in him and had you folded down fades off.
Slowly, he lets go of the strong grip he has on you, and your legs fall back down, staying pressed to the mattress with the same fatigue your entire body is weighed down with.
Leone smiles at you, the soft, nude peach of his natural lips making you smile back sweetly.
One of your hands reached for his cheek, but is stopped by one of his own, and he directs it towards his mouth instead where he gives the back of your fingers chaste kisses of adoration, of a silent thanks too because you, as prefect as you are continuously choose him and see him in a light he’d never though of himself worthy to stand under.
“I love you too,” he says back as he then pulls on the hand more, giving you a kiss right over the underside of your wrist before he offers a soft one on your forearm, and then your shoulder before it continues it’s route.
The travel ends right on your mouth, and he offers you a little press so sweet you can feel your heart nearly burst, and you hold back tears.
He’d taken a moment, but he finally eases out of you and he rolls to your left side, still facing you as he runs his fingers over your hairline, a look to his eye that is terribly sweet making your eyes feel shy as they look away from it.
“you look so pretty right now,” he says while laying there, admiring you as you know you stink, well aware that what make up you wore is now messy, and your hair?
You don’t think you can properly run a comb through it at the moment.
You know you look a mess, but he thinks otherwise. he sees you differently.
You suddenly feel bashful, and dumbly , you say what was probably the most uncreative response, though one that was true,
“You too.”
The way he grins is just beautiful, his showing teeth a rarity because seldom does he smile so ...freely.
“I love you...” you say again, this time breathed, what little he could hear translated through the look you gave him with those eyes that only know him, and look at him so sweetly, so perfectly that he begins to believe that every word of praise you give him is true and not just a kindness to him.
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Friendly reminder to all artists, new and old: Your art has value.
I’ve been doing a college drawing class and I have a classmate who’s been comparing their work to our college professor and other classmates, like myself, even though my classmate just started learning art, and it really disheartens me to hear a new artist compare themselves, so I want to show this to anyone who wants to draw but is afraid to start because they feel their work isn’t as nice/good/pretty as someone else’s: YOUR ART HAS VALUE BECAUSE YOU MADE IT. Sure, it may not be pretty as someone else, but pretty artwork takes time. No artist starts off drawing perfectly. To give you a couple of examples, I’m going to swallow my fear and show off some of my in progress works:
These are some Twisted Wonderland digital sketches that I work on when I have down time from my college classes because it’s relaxing and it gives me something to work on. Note that NONE of these are done but it shows a touch of different processes. For clarification, two are for my Yuu OC “Kora” (based on Persephone, see this post for why) and a couple of these come from fan drawings for @avionvadion’s Once Upon a Dream fanfic.
The ones that are significantly cleaner have way more layers than the sketches. I’m going to show case all the layers from the Malleus and Eleanora Quince (avionvadion’s OC) piece to show case the majority of layers I have on Procreate, not including the layers inside groups.
I have test layers, sketch layers, template groups in case something goes awry, and this is STILL not done. I have eye expressions that I’m testing out and Malleus’s mouth is only there because I needed it for placement. I haven’t settled on a malevolent smile, a panicked look, or some other expression yet. And I’ve been working on these pieces for a while, alternating to whichever one my brain wants to do to relax during my breaks from studying.
My point is this: Please do not compare your art to someone else’s. Your art has value because YOU MADE IT. It may not be the prettiest art in the world, but I feel we live in a world that focuses on the end product so much that we forget about the time and effort put into the process and end up devaluing our own work. I still have my childhood scribbles from over 20 years ago because my parents kept them. Are they going to end up in a museum or be beloved by the world? No, but they’re still important because they were part of my learning process (without those scribbles I wouldn’t be able to draw like I can now) and they’re valuable simply because I made them.
My art has value because I gave it the value, not the other way around. Likewise, to all artists, novice or not, your art has value because you made it, which gives it value. Your art not pleasing the masses or having mistakes doesn’t mean you are more or less valuable as an artist. It just means that maybe you have to put more effort into learning the skill and that’s okay. So please, please, don’t look over at other people’s art and get discouraged! You are making your own path and just because someone is further along on their separate path, it doesn’t mean you should give up and stop making your art.
#to beginner artists#it's okay to be a beginner#you still can learn#twisted wonderland#twst#digital sketch#digital linework#avionvadion#twst yuu#kora
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Pls bb don't take this as an attack 😩😩😩I am genuinly trynna figure this out
First I respect the lgbt+ community fully, right !
I was wondering
Can you really say you are bi or gay or lesbian when you are attracted to this specific type but it is concerly the reflexion of the opposite sex you are attracted to, just because it's got this type of intimate parts does justify it ? Not so well said I know, in the end. But you get me
Example... : I say I am lesbian, I am a woman attracted to a woman that's got nothing feminine in her other than a vulva and a vagina. So you are obviously attracted to male "energy", but because it's got a "women genital" you refer yourself as lesbian ?
Do you get me ?
It's like this violet of Arcane thing. She is a women. Yes. But everything is a male metaphor in her.
The only thing I don't like is the non keeping of the male and female essence, it's still important. Otherwise there wouldn't be babies in the world and just chaos, because we don't respect the natural image of basically the essence life 🥺❤
Again I am not putting all of this in question !! It's just that sometimes I try to understand and I can't... Not because I don't want to obv
You can call me head blocked, stupid, not open to change
But I assure you that if I wasn't I wouldn't ask myself all of theses questions honey 🙈🌈
Thank you A for your read, smooches ❤❤❤
Hi! First of all thank you for approaching this respectfully! I think yours is a loaded question and I can only answer my own experience and my own point of view, so pls don’t assume this is how everyone feels!
So for me, i say i like girls because i like girls! Their femininity or masculinity (we can debate what that even means) has very little to do with it. If we’re talking about Vi, I love her personality first and foremost, her drive, confidence, charisma, i love how she looks and I think it’s a bit unfair to reduce her to her masculine energy, because she’s so much more than that! Since we’re talking about arcane specifically, i am also attracted to Caitlyn and Mel, both of which are very traditionally “feminine”
I think my point of view is that, as humans, we have evolved far past a necessity to only exist to procreate and to perpetuate the human race. I think we have evolved to be individuals with dreams and desires and aspirations, and I think we have evolved past the need to be put in very binary, restrictive boxes that only inhibit us and limit our potential and our very short lives! I think we should live to fulfill those dreams and aspirations, and that looks different to everyone. If you respect and require those more traditional values that’s entirely fine, just the same way as it is if you don’t and your life is not reliant on the same things!
I hope this makes sense i’m kinda drunk and maybe not at my most eloquent!
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cracks knuckles
okay
1. how would you describe your art style?
uhhhhhhhh, maybe "safe" is the word rn. whenever I think of my art style, what comes to mind is just how little I've been pushing things with it. I wanna change that ;D
2. what's your favorite thing about your style?
I realize I like to use semi-realistic proportions, its cool how comfortable I've gotten with drawing faces and bodies
3. what's your least favorite thing about your style?
It's so static man. same thing I said for the first question, I don't think anything really looks bad, but it just is lacking in creativity in comparison to the older art that should be looking worse than what I do now. I prefer my older stuff ;D (looking at you inktobertale2021.. where did it all go wrong)
4. favorite thing to draw?
regular ol people. human characters are def more in my comfort zone, which explains why I keep hitting skeletons with the humanization ray (also I prefer to draw feminine characters)
5. least favorite thing to draw?
I can't even say I rlly dislike it cuz of how rarely I even do it, but I am procrastinating so hard on learning backgrounds..
6. warm colors or cool colors?
cool colors are my fav, but i find it easier to work with warm ones (I used to put a cool overlay over all my warm toned drawings hgdhfg)
7. show us a WIP
behold, the wip ever. this drawing... was supposed to be posted on august 2022. and then, it was supposed to be posted on dec 21st, dream and nightmares birthday. (atp if I do end up wanting to finish this idea again, I'll probably just scrap it and start over)
8. what's the most fun and least fun parts about your process?
most fun is flat color and rendering. (though I rarely do the latter anymore) and for least fun, tbh a lot of the sketching part tends to be difficult for me, sometimes its cool tho
9. show us a finished piece alongside the original sketch
example from when sketching was fun
10. how many different sketches do you usually have until your piece is finished?
I think I do need to make more of at least thumbnail sketches tbh.. I usually just make one and keep editing it, trusting the process. (and that fails like 70% of the time. woww wonder why sketching isnt fun for me-)
11. show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle
can this count,,
12. show us an old drawing
first deltarune drawing. here's the redraw I later made of this :3 (also old hsgdhgf)
13. how long do you usually take one a piece?
depends. I'll have like 276478923 wips started, and then I get a random idea that I just have to do right at that moment, and I'll get it done in like 1-4 hours. meanwhile old sketches start to rot and maybe if its lucky I'll revisit it before my motivation dies and my style is too different to wanna continue from where I left off
14. digital or traditional?
digital all the way, i've gotten too dependent on the transform tool + liquefy ;D (and many other things tbh but I'd be here all day if I tried comparing them more jhdjdf)
15. if digital, what program do you use?
procreate, the layouts on other drawing programs scare me
16. favorite media to work with when drawing traditionally
pen on paper (am I understanding this right wdym media-)
17. what do you love getting compliments about?
I like when people enjoy the humanizations I come up with, and also original designs in general
18. are you satisfied with the attention your art usually gets?
hmmm yeah
19. how often do you draw?
very often, I just don't have finished things to share most days
20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of
:3
21. something you would like to improve on
the dynamicness (well, the lack of it) of everything, as said before
22. what inspires you?
Ink sans and a ton of creators in this fandom (also animated shows and movies, I love animation)
23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art?
idk tbh, just notice it at all and I'm happy :>
#shy rambles#ask game#long post#twinribbonz#yaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy#another sign to look for more references#my problem may be going from imagination too often
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Procreate dreams is finally out…. Should I? Hrhrgrghr i mean animating in procreate isnt that bad but having a proper software built for animation is kinda…. AND IT HAS NO SUBSCRIPTION SERVICE AAAAAAAAAAA
Ouuhhhh maybe juuusssttt maybe this will be the thing to get me back into animating shit
#my thunkers#god its been so long since I last animated stuff#should I show my old animation of Megumi Fushiguro??#that shit was 2 years ago man#my animation skills are rusty asf#not like they were very refined to begin with LMAO
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a few days ago I had a weird but entertaining dream
uh CW for cannibalism I guess (or more like a character being eaten by feral bugs)
I dreamt that someone made a very cool fan animation with Artun. The colors reminded me a bit of Hollow Knight (you know that muted blue that is everywhere in HK? Or just colors of City of Tears? Yeah like that) as well as the „texture” of art (like the style wasn’t HK-style simplistic, but the shading and lighting was). The short animation was about Artun getting cornered by some white isopods (or like those white crustaceans at the bottom of the ocean that eat remains) and slowly getting eaten. It was surreal and kind of horror-like, bc while there wasn’t any gore surprisingly, there was a lot of emotional turmoil at the start which slowly turned into like. Ecstasy. I couldn’t tell if it was for perverted reasons or because he was relieved to be dying (even if in a painful way). It ended with Artun disappearing, leaving only the isopods behind - laying in the same formation they were devouring him in
it was very well made and when I woke up i was like „shit was that a dream or did someone actually do it” and I immediately looked it up. Well, nothing came up obviously lmao. It was weirdly in character for him (but not canon obviously)
Anyway I haven’t touched procreate dreams since I made the first short animation tests, maybe i should make sth similar 🤔 maybe not like this exact thing (bc it felt too horny for someone getting eaten by feral animals lmao) but sth also slightly disturbing 🤔🤔🤔
#my posts#rambling#artun#cw cannibalism#it’s not a very long post but i’m still putting it under the cut for convienience#if anyone ever made animations or even animatics with my characters like that i’d be so happy omg jhbfjhbf#(this particular theme isn’t required obviously jhbdjhbd)
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My initial thoughts on Procreate Dreams (and a bonus poll)
Not too long while I was gone to LA, I discovered the creators behind Procreate Savage Interactive unveiled a separate app called Procreate Dreams. Considered as a AAA alternative against big corporations forcing animators pay a lot for subscriptions, it is considered a one time $20 purchase upon downloading the app, allowing users gain creative control of their own needs while being inspired and imaginative like no other. At first, without realizing it exists while on a trip to LA for almost a week, I never even knew what it was when apps like Adobe and CSP gained a ton of controversy. But when I viewed it myself, it felt like a game changer. Seeing veteran animators share their thoughts and comments on the app was like stepping forward to a world of whimsical creativity and endless wonders alike. I did double check on everyone in the comment section via YouTube, and to my surprise, there was a lot of praise surrounding a promising lineup of features similar to what you'd find in an Apple event. My initial thoughts? Well, my 3DS may be standing on its last legs until I make a decision to let it go and stick to gaming. But with Procreate Dreams, it was a mind blowing experience that anyone can jump in and get to work anytime, anywhere. I love the idea that any animator can take their work if they are in a huge hurry or they could wait for their food or drink being prepared in restaurants.
And then there was this short film turned sample made by Aaron Blaise revolving a land penguin attempting to join his actual bird friends by escaping to paradise (Or… I really don't have any idea what the catch was, but I do love the animation nonetheless).
Yes, I did see the full presentation, and I never even knew what it was "time" for. But after seeing Savage Interactive stepping into the animation industry with Procreate Dreams, I knew it was the right moment by turning to Tumblr with one big question:
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I’m answering these cause I want to
1. Uh Photoshop CC, Sketchbook, Ibis Paint, Blender
2. Both are pretty even
3. Drawing my favorite dream would be cool
4. My streamer elainaexe it’s difficult to get my drawings to actually look like her
5. Like 20% is posted maybe? I should post more but the perfectionism has me in a stranglehold
6. Whenever I see a cool outfit I’m like, I should draw that, and I never do
7. Watercolors. I love how they look but I cannot do them to save my life
8. I had an idea to do the “look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!” scene in Sadists Ozymandias animatic but with hunter from the end of thanks to them, and I technically finished the piece but I don’t really like it so I never posted it.
9. On the computer it’s 50:50 keyboard spam and actually useful names and on procreate it’s Untitled_Artwork Untitled_Artwork Untitled_Artwork Untit-
10. Big loose fabrics and jeans
11. Musicals and songs I can sing my heart out to are rlly good
12. Torso and booba
13. Honestly can’t think of any, I’ve taken inspiration and little tidbits from just about every artist I see
14. I love adding little plant stems into my drawings
15. At my desk or in my bed
16. Charcoal and graphite I used to love it and it was my main medium but I’ve lost interest
17. I usually drink ice water while I work and I’ll take snack breaks occasionally
18. Countless color pencils, an easel, a couple apple pencils, lots of paint brushes idk
19. Marbles and glass
20. Hands (as long as they turn out good)
21. @/tamberella and @/shroombies
22. Stretch my hands maybe
23. Usually I use multiply and overlay
24. Not usually no I get references mostly from pinterest
25. Anime/manga
26. Uhh a piece i made for school a while ago everyone at critique thought it was like a cool futuristic underwater city when it was meant to be a very dark warning about flooding and global warming
27. I usually just sketch random crap until I find a pose I like or I’ll do quick studies from Pinterest photos
28. I’ve done art competitions irl and a community art competition in elainas discord before, and this year im participating in like 4 secret Santa exchanges 💀
29. Atla franchise. I don’t think I’ll ever make fanart for it but it’s one of my favorite tv shows
30. My most recent one I rlly like it
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QnA to know about me.
Why do you love Stranger Things?
On my 15th birthday (before the 2020 quarantine), my older brother bought his Netflix and we created our profiles, including me and my younger sister. It's was fun at first, I watched some animes and cartoons, then 2 days later (I remembered), I'm extremely bored during the COVID-19 quarantine, scrolling through Netflix, until I found the one and only, Stranger Things! I love how this show changed my life because of how great it is. Especially Eleven, Mike and Steve (both of my favourite characters). After I watched from season 1 to 3, I started to think about, Finn Wolfhard is kinda cute, and Millie. And when i sleep, every time I had a dream is Mike comforting Eleven, Will is getting lost again and etc. So that's is my story about my ST addiction!
What program do you use for drawing?
Ibis Paint in my old days. I use Procreate. Not just because I'm not like "OoOo I hAvE aN iPaD" kinda person, it's because how "comfortable" the program usage is. Medibang and Autodesk Sketchbook are OK in my opinion, these are the programs i used back in 2016 - 2018. Change is a good thing.
Have you ever got cyberbullied?
Yes. Really. When i was 14 years old, I started my Instagram fan account. I thought it would be a good idea. You know, I was interested. My fan account is dedicated to Jace Norman. Yes! I loved this guy, I constantly thought about him. So I thought maybe I should meet online friends who support Jace. Fan groups, private messages, whatever we can do on Instagram. In 7th and 8th grade after school, people on my Instagram feed are talking about me! They repost my edits. I got 200+ subscribers which is a lot for me. That's all I can say about my positive points, but things are getting worse... Fan groups and Instagram directs are little scary to me, it feels like I'm talking to strangers. Sometimes it's hard to make friends. I woke up, had breakfast, opened Instagram and had fun in Jace's fan groups. I'm going crazy. Then I was accidentally being rude to the fans. People are shocked by my mistake. I thought, what? They said I annoy the fans and Jace. People send each other evidences and chat dialogues about me. Then one person tries to report me for harassment. I told my online friend to beg her to unblock me. Then I apologized on Instagram stories every time I get sad. The next day, most of my fan group friends block me. The other person is trying to intimidate me, like "You're so stupid", "You shouldn't be a Jace Norman fan" and "STFU". I'm crying quietly under my pillow, I think I've done it. So I blocked him (or her), left fangroups, and took a break from social media. But it doesn't work. Every day they talk about me, how terrible I am. I apologized again and again and again like a "precious kitten" begging to accept my apology and unblock me. I'm sick of this torture, that In November 2019, I said goodbye to my Instagram account. Now I'm 17, I learned my mistakes and I won't do this again with you (you guys are the best!), this is like my "im14andthisisdeep" situation.
Moral of this section is to not be a suck-up person, even on the fandom of Nickelodeon shows.
Why you should view my Telegram channel?
Some of my close folks don't use it. If you are interested, my russian Telegram channel presents to my tons of arts, montages, my life updates and even mashups. My Tumblr blog is for art only.
Without social media, what's your free time?
Improving my English and going to the shopping centre, parks and cafés with my best friend and sometimes with my mother. Typical.
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Impossibilities.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this one, bit different of a topic to deal with. I have read a lot of stories of these things happening, I have put warnings in and if the topic is too much please don’t read. I will accept constructive critiscm. (I understand that what happens throughout this writing is not a reality for some but it is a work of fiction and I absolutely hold no intent to offend anyone.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, talks of infertility, language.
W/C: 5K... there may be typos.
You were almost in shock as you stared at the test in your hand. Impossible. There was no way that this was true, it couldn’t be, you’d been told as much. You furrowed your brows as you looked up at the doctor.
“This isn’t, this can’t be right.” You stumbled out.
“It is, we’ve tested you almost every way possible. You’re pregnant.” He confirmed and you still couldn’t work out how it made you feel.
You’d never considered this as an option, you were told when you turned sixteen that you couldn’t have children, that you were infertile. You struggled with bad periods and when you went to the doctors they ran full tests on you and that’s how you found out. You’d never thought about children, why would you have? The idea of being a mother wasn’t something you ever considered and now you were faced with it, well you didn’t know how to feel.
You were terrified, you’d come here today because you thought you were ill, not pregnant. You wondered if you were dreaming, you were so sure you’d turned your alarm off and rolled out of bed this morning for this appointment. It must have been a dream, there was no way this was possible.
The doctor continued to look and you and you looked up at him, you couldn’t speak, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t even know how you should feel, let alone what to say about it. “Would you like us to call Mr Holland?” The doctor asked, he’d grown concerned over your quiet demeanor.
“No,” you shook your head. “He’s away.” You continued quietly.
“Would you like me to call someone for you?” He asked again and you shook your head.
“No, I’m okay. I just, I don’t know. I’d never considered this a possibility. Will it make it? The baby I mean?” You asked quietly and the doctor gave you a small smile.
“You stand the same chance as every other woman who falls pregnant.” He offered, it was almost a comfort to you, the worry setting in that you’d miscarry because you genuinely believed the universe didn’t pick you to have children. You nodded slightly as you stood. “You should talk to your husband.” He added.
“I will.” You confirmed, you just didn’t know how and when. You’d told him about your infertility early on in the relationship so you could save a broken heart down the line, save him getting his hopes high as the relationship progressed. He’d mentioned the idea of adoption, but it was something you both wanted to wait for and hadn’t fully decided if you were going to, what if this hindered the plans you’d made together?
Being a married couple who seemingly couldn’t have children, you’d planned your lives to work a little differently. It never involved a family in your mid-twenties. You’d been with him for three years, married six months and now you were about to become parents. Where would this leave you?
You suddenly felt guilty, you were part of an extraordinarily rare group of women. Shouldn’t you be jumping for joy? Maybe you would be if you weren’t so shocked. You hadn’t exactly been trying, of course you’d gone three years having unprotected sex with no birth control but there was never any need. You were never doing it for the purpose of procreating. You didn’t even track your period, that’s how much you believed you couldn’t conceive.
You made your way out of the doctors, sitting in your car as you pressed your forehead against the steering wheel. You debated telling Tom your appointment was over but ultimately decided not to. He was only an hour ahead of you from where he was filming, you knew he’d be waiting for your text or call but you weren’t ready to have the conversation, you still had a lot to process first. The drive home was almost a blur, making your way back to your shared house.
Tess greeted you, jumping up at you as you mindlessly stroked her head, making your way into the kitchen, she was hot on your heels, your greeting towards her wasn’t what she wanted, it felt off. It was like she always sensed when you were out of sorts or having a bad day, she’d follow you around, make sure you were okay. Pouring yourself a glass of water you thought about what you should do.
Your thoughts spiraled more the more you thought about how you were going to tell your husband. You wanted to feel complete and utter joy, but you couldn’t, so many emotions running through your mind at once. It was almost head ache inducing. Your phone buzzed on the side, bringing you from your thoughts as you picked it up, opening a message Tom had sent you.
Tom: You finished yet? Seems like a long appointment. You okay? I’m getting worried not hearing from you xx
You stared at the text, how do you respond? You can’t tell him news like this over a text or a phone call, it didn’t seem right. You needed to tell him in person, but he wasn’t due back for a month, you swallowed thickly as typed out your response.
You: Yeah, sorry, I forgot to message, got distracted. I’m okay xx
You read his reply, he was happy you were okay, a light scalding about scaring him like that. You needed to see him, but you couldn’t ask him to come home, he’d only worry more, and he was filming, his schedule was tight. You sighed as you pulled up Harry’s contact, it didn’t take him long to answer.
“Y/N? Hey.” Harry said, his usual chirpy self.
“Hey Harry. Can you send me the details of where you’re staying? Want to surprise Tom.” You said as normal as you could muster.
“You missing him already? He’s only been gone a week.” Harry teased with a short laugh.
“Yeah, I just want to see him.” You confirmed, tone dropping slightly.
“You okay?” Harry asked worriedly, he knew you were always up for a laugh, but you’d not taken the bait, so he knew something was off.
“Yeah, like I say I just miss him.” You sighed, hoping Harry wouldn’t press further. “Just don’t tell him I’m coming, yeah?”
Harry promised he wouldn’t ruin the surprise, giving you the location of the hotel they were stopping in. You put the phone down and booked your flight, the next one wasn’t until tomorrow and you needed to talk to someone about this, you also needed to find cover for your shifts. You killed two birds with one stone as you called your best friend, asking her to come over if she could.
“Y/N? What’s up? You okay?” She asked as she made her way into your home. She knew something was off when Tess didn’t greet her like she usually would. The dog only looking at her to make sure she wasn’t a threat before placing her head back in your lap.
“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, you felt tears brim your eyes, the emotional confusion was becoming too much for you. She sat next you, carefully as not to disturb the dog in your lap, who huffed, leaning her head onto you more. She became almost jealous when anyone else tried to comfort you, Tom found it endearing and infuriating at times.
“Have you had a fight with Tom?” She asked carefully, the pups ears pricking up at the mention of her owner. You shook your head in response. “You just missing him a lot?” She pried, trying to get to the bottom of your problem.
“No more than usual.” You answered as you slightly scratched Tess’s head.
“Help me out here Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” She asked and you looked at her, she noticed the tears in your eyes and furrowed her brows. “Y/N/N?” She asked softly and you let the tears fall, you couldn’t help it. Tess standing on your lap as she nudged at your face. She assumed you were missing Tom, she was always so attentive and tried to cheer you up when you cried.
“I’m pregnant.” You said through your tears, pulling Tess into a hug as she placed her head on your shoulder. Your friend looking at you, shocked expression on her face.
“Are you, are you sure?” She asked carefully. Of course she knew about your supposed infertility.
“The doctor said so. I don’t know. I didn’t think it was possible. I know I should probably be happy but it’s so much to take in. I didn’t know this was possible.” You got out. Your friend waited for you to calm down, watching as you cuddled Tessa, the dog licking your cheek every now and again until you calmed down.
“Sorry,” you said as you sniffled, eventually calming down. Your friend smiling at you, in a comforting way. “I just, I don’t know how this is supposed to make me feel.” You said, Tess now peacefully back in your lap.
“I don’t think there’s a hand book for this sort of thing.” Your friend said. “Look, you’re just confused. The impossible has just become possible for you, of course you’re not gonna know how it makes you feel. You told Tom yet?” She asked.
“No, I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know if it’s something he wants right now.” You said, tears welling your eyes. “How do I tell him?”
“I think you should just come out with it. Just say it. He loves you, I’m sure he won’t leave you. This is a good thing.” She reassured as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “A really good thing. Just tell him. I’ll cover your shifts this week, just go and tell him.” She said with a smile.
“You really think he’ll be okay with it? That we’ll be okay?” Being pregnant was already scaring the living hell out of you and the thought of doing it alone? You couldn’t think too much about it right now.
“I know he loves you and I know that the two of you are solid. You guys can work through anything. I think he’ll be over the moon. You’ve been given a chance that not many people in your position do, I know that means you’re scared but you don’t have to be, you’ll be okay. Just let the excitement in.” She said and you took in her words.
Maybe you did need to relax, this was a good thing. You didn’t feel ready to have a child, but you were given a gift that not many other women in your position are. You should be excited, you thought about it for a while, letting the excitement flood you. This felt like a miracle, an absolute gift from the universe.
**
After a relatively short flight you were met with your brother-in-law’s arms, as he picked you up from the airport.
“I could’ve gotten a taxi.” You smiled and Harry shrugged.
“Toms on a closed set, spoilers and all that. Didn’t have anything better to do.” He teased as he nudged your shoulder and you smiled. “Right, out with it.” He said after your lack of usual response.
“What?” You asked, furrowed brows.
“Something’s off. What’s wrong?” He asked, concern written all over him as he opened the passenger door for you, making his way to the driver’s side.
“I just want to see him.” You shrugged, bringing a hand up to play with your bottom lip.
“I appreciate that, I do. But, you had a doctor’s appointment yesterday and all of sudden you’re rushing to see him.” He observed, he cared for you just like he would his own sister.
“How’d you know about that?” You asked and Harry gave you a knowing look, of course Tom will have spent the last few days worrying about it. “Can I tell you when I’ve told Tom?” You asked quietly.
“Wait, are you sick? Like actually ill?” He asked as he pulled into the drive of the hotel. He turned the ignition off and looked at you. “Y/N/N, are you okay?” He asked again and you couldn’t help as you burst into your second fit of tears in two days. He placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry I’m just worried.” He furrowed his brows, when you didn’t respond he sighed as he pulled you into a hug.
“I don’t know what to do.” You said vaguely.
“About what?” He asked as he hugged you tighter, it was awkward positioning, but you felt slightly better.
“Harry I need to tell Tom something and I don’t know how he’ll react.” You sobbed, something about being in the hotel grounds had your nerves shooting through you, you weren’t far off Tom right now.
“Hey, whatever it is it’ll be okay.” He said as he rubbed your back, you silently calmed yourself and he pulled you back to look at him. “Come on, let’s get you to your husband.” He said as you both exited the car.
The walk through the hotel didn’t feel long enough, your nerves felt like they were eating away at your heart, making your breathing more difficult as you tried to calm them. Harry was quiet as he led you through the halls. When he stopped outside the door you knew was Tom’s hotel room, you felt panic rise, you couldn’t do this.
“Harry, I can’t.” You said as you stopped him opening the door. He whipped to look at you.
“Y/N/N, when has there ever been a point in your relationship where you haven’t been able to talk about something?” He reassured and you sighed.
“This is different.” You said and Harry smiled sadly.
“It’s nothing you guys can’t handle. You’re a strong couple you know.” He reassured as he grasped your hand in his. You’d always been close to Tom’s family, they became like your own brother’s. “Come on.” He said as he opened the door with the second key, Tom had his back to the door.
“Harry? Where’d you go?” He asked, knowing it was his younger sibling.
“Went to pick up a present for you.” Harry smiled and Tom turned with furrowed brows.
“Wh- Y/N/N?” Tom let out a breath of surprise. Seeing him after almost eight days apart still brought that feeling of excitement in you as your feet moved before you could stop them. Running to him as he opened his arms, ready to catch you. Your body collided with his as he picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.
You inhaled his scent, letting it calm your nerves, it always did. His scent and being in his arms, grounded you, kept you sane. It wasn’t long before the panic set in, what if he wouldn’t be there to ground you anymore? What if he didn’t want this? It was hard, you knew everything about him apart from his want or lack of when it came to children. You didn’t know how he was gonna react.
“I’m just gonna.” You heard Harry excuse himself as he heard your sobs start again. Tom stiffened slightly, holding you tighter.
“What’s wrong? Hey, it’s only been eight days, we’ve done more.” He said as he lightly shrugged his shoulder, forcing you to look at him. He took in your face, how tired you looked, it wasn’t until he settled on your eyes that he saw the fear in them, he didn’t miss a single detail when it came to you. “What’s happened?” He asked and you shook your head before stuffing your face back into his neck.
He held you, let you cry, he knew you’d talk but he wouldn’t push you. As worried as he was he’d wait for you to calm down, wait until you were ready. You stayed like that for a good five minutes before he heard your breathing calm and sniffles quieten, running a hand through your hair and running a hand up and down your thigh in comfort.
“Tom?” You whimpered and his heart shattered, he couldn’t decipher what the fuck was going on and it scared the shit out of him. You’d seen him and cried your eyes out, your sobs shaking your body in a way that had Tom’s heart hammering in his chest.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, voice soft as he kissed your temple. “What happened?” His grip tightened when you tried to get down, your body had still clung to him like he’d disappear. Hands relaxed as you let go of the tight grip on his t shirt. He didn’t want to let you go.
“Can I get down please? You might want to sit for this.” You said and Tom furrowed his brows as he did as you asked. He studied you for a moment before you gestured for him to sit on the edge of the bed, wiping at your sore nose. You’d rubbed it so much after all your crying that it felt a little tender. He sat and you sat next to him, taking his hands in your shaking ones as you played with his fingers, he knew you did that when you were nervous or extremely relaxed and he deciphered the reason easily.
“Hey,” he said as he let you continue playing with his digits. “You can talk to me, sweetheart you’re scaring me here.” Tom said, voice incredibly soft, he was scared if he talked any louder you’d break, he’d never seen you so vulnerable.
You breathed in, you had to say it, he’d find out eventually, it wasn’t exactly something you could hide. On top of that you and Tom didn’t do secrets, not between each other. You let out a shaky breath as you looked at your husband, nothing but worry and care reflecting in his eyes.
“I,” you started, voice hoarse from all your crying. “I don’t know how to say it.” You admitted and Tom’s heart dropped, he’d never in your entire relationship seen you so vulnerable, never seen you at such a loss for words.
“Just say it. Rip the bandage of?” He offered in aid, and he heard you take in a deep breath before speaking.
“I’m pregnant.” You breathed out in a whisper. Tom didn’t catch it as he pulled one of his hands from your grasp, eyebrows furrowing as you pulled it back into your grasp. You were grounding yourself, using his hands as a way to keep your emotions in check. He knew that which is why he left his hand he’d previously tried to free.
“Sorry darling, I didn’t catch that.” Tom said as he placed his chin on your head. You played with his wedding ring on his finger for a moment, twirling it on his finger, it wasn’t as mindlessly as you usually did it, before you spoke again, it was still quiet, but Tom didn’t miss it. The words echoing around the silent hotel room. Of all the things he expected to be wrong, this was not it.
“What? How?” Tom got out, shock taking over his system. He didn’t think this was possible, didn’t think you could.
“I’m sorry.” You said, voice quiet, no tears but Tom would be surprised if you had any left. You placed your head on his chest as you waited for his response. You were nervous, incredibly so and Tom was shocked.
It was your fingers playing with his more harshly as you grew more nervous of his silence that brought him crashing back to Earth. His heart hammering in his chest, excitement bubbling through his system. He felt like he’d just been told he was King of the world, felt like every good piece of news had come back to him all at once. This was a miracle.
“Say it again.” Tom said with a smile on his lips, he needed to hear you say it again, just so he knew it was true.
“I’m pregnant Tom.” You said and he couldn’t help himself as he let a tear fall, his chest filling with a happiness he hadn’t felt since you’d said, ‘I do,’ and he was sure this was even happier than then. You’d done something you were told was impossible. “Are you angry?” You asked, voice small as you grasped a hand around his wedding finger.
“Angry? Princess this is the best news in the world. We’ve been given a chance, one most couples don’t.”
You looked up at him and studied his face, it was full of nothing but joy and adoration, you smiled sadly as you let the excitement settle in your chest. You didn’t have to do this alone, he wanted this. You both did.
“I’m scared.” You voiced your concern.
“You’ve got me, and I’ve got you.” He said reassuring as he kissed at your cheeks. “We can do this. Together, like everything else.” He said again and you let go of his fingers as you hugged him, strong hands finding your back as he pulled you tight against him
**
A month later and Tom had quit the role, the director and his agent understanding, he needed to be here for this, he couldn’t and wouldn’t miss it. He didn’t care if it gave him a bad name, you and your baby came first, always. Luckily everyone understood, well everyone involved in making the film. You still needed to tell your families, your mum and dad had cried at the news, your dad unbelievably so. Your sister was nothing but ecstatic for you, it was not time to tell Tom’s family, Harry had been worried after your exchange when he picked you up, but he stopped pushing when Tom reassured him you were okay.
“What? I thought?” Harry started as he looked at the couple in shock, of course Tom had told him that you were unable to have children. He’d told all of his family to stop the questions about them cropping up.
“So did we.” You said with a smile, nothing but excitement was left now, all your fears and concerns leaving your system.
“Are they certain?” Sam asked, he was just as shocked as Harry.
“Yeah.” Tom said, you’d been to a couple of doctors to confirm the news, the two of you both lived for a solid week thinking you were dreaming and almost needed it confirming as many times as was possible.
“I’m so happy for you.” Harry said with a wide smile, engulfing you in a hug, squeezing you tight.
“Have you told mum and dad?” Sam asked, smile matching his twin’s.
“Not yet.”
“Mum’s gonna cry.” Harry smiled.
**
“What?” Dom asked, like everyone else, nothing but shock evident.
“Oh Tom,” his mother said as she hugged him, smile on her face as she cried tears of happiness. “This is a miracle.” She said and Tom smiled as he hugged his mother back.
“I thought it wasn’t possible.” Dom was still in disbelief.
“So did I.” You said and Dom pulled you into a hug.
“I couldn’t be more happy for you.” He said into your ear.
His parents understood this was different for you, Tom had made the choice where you’d not had one. As harsh as it sounds Tom could have called it quits in the early stages of your relationship when you’d told him. Whereas for you, you’d lived your life thinking it didn’t matter who you married you’d never have the choice and here you were. Nikki was the next to pull you into her chest.
“I’m so unbelievably happy for you, you have no idea how happy I am for you right now.” She cried into your shoulder, and you smiled, Tom mouthing a slight ‘sorry’ over her shoulder before his dad pulled him into a hug.
**
It wasn’t until your three month scan that things got incredibly emotional, when the nurse had placed the gel on your stomach to listen for a heartbeat. You all heard two and the only person who didn’t catch on was you, you assumed it was your own heartbeat. Tom cried when he heard them, cried so incredibly hard and you assumed it was because he’d heard his child’s heartbeat for the first time and it was, but it wasn’t only that.
“I knew twins ran in the family but Jesus fucking christ.” Tom muttered as he sniffled, and you looked at him confused.
“What?”
“Darling, there’s two heart beats.” Tom said as he looked at you, how had you not caught on. You looked to the nurse for help.
“Mrs Holland, you’re having twins.” She smiled and you almost screamed in joy. How had you gotten so lucky? You couldn’t help as you pulled your husband into your arms, he let out a slight breath as you pulled him to your chest and cried into his hair.
**
Neither you nor Tom cared the gender of your child, male or female, you were ecstatic. The baby reveal was incredible, it brought tears to everyone’s eyes as they watched the two of you with your little confetti canons.
“Okay, darling. On three?” He asked, nerves kicking in for the both of you. He whispered out the numbers and on three you both set your canons off. Blue confetti showered everything in its path, they were both boys. You heard as Harry and Paddy practically roared in excitement, Sam clapping his older brother on the shoulder with a ‘congrats.’
Tom picked you up and cried into your chest, you were both over the moon. You ran your hands through his hair as you kissed the top of his head, you’d never seen him as emotional in the last few months, he cried at everything do to do with your pregnancy.
“We’re gonna have nephews!” You heard Paddy scream as he fist bumped Harry, the two had been adamant they were both boys. You smiled at their excitement.
**
The labour was long and hard, you felt like you couldn’t carry on through the last four hours. Both boys being born, half an hour apart, you both cried, Tom cutting the umbilical cords with shaky hands.
“I’m so proud of you.” Tom said as he kissed your temple, you were sweaty and in your opinion probably looked like shit, not to Tom though. You looked like an absolute angel.
“I never thought I’d have this.” You said in a small and tired voice, a wave of emotions hitting you.
“I know sweetheart.” Tom said, he knew there really was nothing else to say, no ‘if’, ‘buts’ or ‘maybes.’ What had happened for the two of you was an absolute miracle, a chance not many were given.
“I love you.” You said as a tear slipped, and Tom was quick to wipe it away as he moved the sweaty mess of hair from your forehead.
“I love you to, more than anything.” He said as he rested his forehead against yours.
“Tom, I’m all sweaty.” You groaned as you tried to calm your onslaught of emotions and he laughed.
“How do you think these guys were made, we had to get a little sweaty then didn’t we?” Tom teased and you lifted a tired hand to slap his shoulder. He laughed as he pulled away to hold your hand.
“Thank you.” You said as you played with his fingers, particularly the wedding ring that rested on his finger. Although this time, it wasn’t out of nerves, you were content, happy, in pure bliss.
“What for?” He asked, the gratitude confused him.
“For staying with me, sticking by me.” You said as you closed your eyes slightly, you were so tired, a long labour having caught up with you.
“I told you when I asked you to marry me, I’m never going anywhere, no matter what. Get some rest darling.” He said but it fell on deaf ears, your breathing evening out as you looked the most content and happy he’d ever seen you in his life, sleep consuming you. Your hand didn’t leave his, your two healthy boys were currently sleeping next to your bed. As Tom looked around the room at his family that was much bigger than he’d anticipated at the start of the year he counted his blessings that whoever was up there had given you a chance.
#tom holland x reader#tom holland x y/n#tom holland fluff#tom holland imagine#tom holland one shot#tom hollad fic
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the hippogriffs and the flobberworms
Day 23, Post #2 by @accio-broom
Title: the hippogriffs and the flobberworms
Author/Artist: accio-broom
Pairing: Arthur & Ron Weasley (platonic)
Prompt: slice of life
Rating: T
Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Mentions of sex lives and STDs, very cringe-worthy.
Arthur whistles as he roams the ground floor of the Burrow, searching for his youngest son. Ron’s best friend Hermione is due to arrive any day, ready to spend the latter part of the summer holiday with the Weasleys, but there are some things Arthur needs to speak to Ronald about before Miss Granger joins them.
He’s probably left this conversation a little late—Ron turned fourteen a few months ago—but this is the first time the youngest has shown any interest in the opposite sex. With the rather exciting activities coming up for their fourth school year, including a ball, it’s only inevitable that different feelings will start to stir.
Chuckling, Arthur reminisces about the conversations with his other sons. Bill, always cool as a frost salamander, kept his focus on his old Dad without any outward discomfort, even though Arthur made a complete mess as he told Bill about the facts of life. All of Arthur’s words came out in a massive jumble—he couldn’t even use the correct terms for various body parts and used all the wrong euphemisms. Arthur had been trying so hard to be a cool dad that he got himself far too worked up to make any sense.
His second son, Charlie, was dismissive and didn’t seem interested in the mechanics of making love, which was disappointing given the amount of time Arthur had spent rehearsing, determined to get it right that time. Percy approached the conversation with logic and appropriate questions, discussing it as he would an important Ministry policy before thanking his dad then leaving the room without a backwards glance. In stark contrast, the twins cracked inappropriate jokes and turned the tables on Arthur, making him feel awkward as innuendo after innuendo spewed from their mouths.
Ron will be Arthur’s last chance to do “the talk”. Molly is responsible for dealing with Ginny, and they’ve probably already started. He doesn’t baulk at the female aspect of puberty, having lived with a woman for almost twenty-five years, he’s well versed in the potions and muggle contraptions they need to use, but he thought it only fair that Molly gets a go of this, too. It’s one of the essential parts of being a parent, after all.
Although Arthur is well-seasoned in explaining the facts of life without going overboard with the detail or using cringe-worthy phrases now (although the twins did teach him a few new idioms), he has decided to step away from the ‘cool’ dad persona and go full-on over the top this time.
He could make this easy for Ron, but why would Arthur want to spoil his own fun?
A flash of red hair leaving the broom shed catches his attention out of the kitchen window, and Arthur’s grin widens. It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining, but there is a light breeze, keeping the air fresh and cool. It’s the sort of day that would lead to him fishing in the lake at the bottom of the garden, but he has a task at hand that he needs to deal with first.
Maybe there’ll be time for him to get his rod out later.
Pouring two glasses of lemonade from the jug Molly has left on the side, Arthur uses a cooling charm on them then steps out from the backdoor and onto the patio.
“Ron,” he calls, smiling as his son turns his head around faster than a niffler chasing gold, looking like Arthur has caught Ron doing something that he shouldn’t. Probably skiving from the long list of chores Molly gave him this morning. “Come up and have a chat with your old Dad.”
Arthur eases himself into the bench under the wisteria with a groan. Although he isn’t all that old, having seven children and living through a war takes its toll on a guy’s body. Now, every joint clicks and complains every time he moves. Forget getting somewhere in a hurry; slow and steady is now the way to go.
Ron settles in the seat next to him.
“What’s up, Dad?” he asks, smiling at Arthur. He takes the offered drink, gulping almost half of it in one go before letting out a loud, satisfied sigh.
“Hermione is coming to stay with us before we go to the World Cup, I hear? But not Harry?”
Ears turning pink, Ron turns his head to look out at the garden. “Y-yeah. We’re going to collect Harry in a few days, remember?”
“Oh, yes. I’m very excited to be visiting the Muggles. Will they tell me about eckeltricity? Should I take my battery collection?”
Ron laughs. “I don’t think the Dursleys will be too impressed with batteries, Dad. They use them every day.”
“Shame.” Arthur sighs, then turns his eyes to gaze the same way as Ron’s. “So, Hermione is a girl.”
“Er, yes, I guess so.”
“A girl you’re attracted to?” Arthur glances at Ron, whose face has turned as white as a ghost.
Ron reacts with a knee-jerk response, but the look on his face indicates that he’s not telling the whole truth. “No!”
“Are you sure? You and her have gotten close lately. Mum and I like her.” Arthur waits a moment for Ron to take back his first response, then tuts when he stays quiet. “Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone you do like soon. Anyway, as you already know, she’ll be staying in Ginny’s room with your sister, and I’m sure you’re clear on the rules of the house. Your Mum does not want any sneaking around or late-night visits.”
Arthur doesn’t hold the same views as his wife. Sure, he doesn’t want the kids to be sleeping in each other’s beds, but he remembers the conversations he and his friends had during the early hours of the morning when he was their age. If the children wanted to get up to something, Arthur would rather it happen under their roof where they’re safe than have them take unnecessary risks. He and Molly were young once, too, although it feels like a lifetime ago now.
“I know, Dad.”
“Good. And so you know, if you ever find yourself feeling conflicted or wanting some advice on how to ask a lady out, you can always come to me. Because being a teenage lad is a very confusing time, and the magic will heighten this, as well as the fact that you live in proximity to some charming young women. You might not feel it right now, but you’re on the precipice of being a man. Your voice has started breaking. Sure, it’s a little later than the others, but I’m sure that’s nothing to worry about. Everyone develops at their own pace, after all. Pretty soon, you’ll have hairs sprouting all over the place, even in places you wouldn’t expect it. I can’t remember when all of this started happening for me, but it was around your age. And don’t get me started on the wet dreams…”
“Merlin,” Ron sighs, now squirming in his seat, trying to make himself as small as possible. When Arthur checks again, his youngest is looking into the depths of his glass as if considering whether he could drown himself in there.
“Sex is healthy, son, especially if it’s with someone that you admire and love, whether that be a girl or a boy, Your mum and I don’t mind as long as you’re happy. And if you find the right person, then it can be amazing.”
A low groan emits from Ron’s mouth as he pushes himself further down the bench, attempting to put some distance between him and Arthur.
“Please stop talking,” he pleads with bright red cheeks.
“Having a good sex life is nothing to be ashamed of, let me tell you. The seven of you weren’t delivered by the hippogriffs, after all. Not that we only have sex to procreate. Having you kids out of the house has done wonders for our love life.
“While we’re on the subject, if you can’t get a partner, then there’s nothing wrong with taking matters into your own hand. Masturbation is very beneficial, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. It’s important to explore your own body and learn the kind of things you like so that you can recreate those moments with a partner. I can tell you some useful charms if you need them—ones for when you’re with someone, and others for when you’re alone. Of course, there are some spells that are vital for you to learn. Safety is sexy, and you don’t want any little accidents happening.”
Ron runs his hand over his face as if trying to erase his dismay. “Dad. Please stop. I know all of this already. Not that I wa-I mean, do that sort of stuff.”
He crosses his legs with a gulp, and Arthur feels a rush of joy. He’s succeeded in making his youngest son feel as awkward as possible. You have to take delight in the smallest of moments, especially the older you get.
“Who told you?”
“I have five brothers and live in a dorm with four other boys. Also, Flitwick taught us the contraceptive charm last year.” Ron is still focused on his glass, looking like he wants to be a million miles away.
“Oh, right. ”
An irrational surge of disappointment crashes over Arthur. He should have realised that kids are far more advanced and talk much more than they did in his day. He should have bit the bludger earlier and nabbed him last summer.
“Well,” Arthur continues anyway, determined to see this through, “contraceptive charms aren’t the only things you need to learn. You need to ensure you protect yourself from Sexually Transmitted Diseases, or STDs, as well. Some of these can make you a little itchy, but others can be dangerous. You should go and see Madam Pomfrey if you think you might have one. Of course, you could always get some muggle con-domes. Fantastic little invention they are. Rather than trying to remember a load of different spells while you’re in the heat of passion, you can whack on a rubber and get to it.”
He doesn’t allow Ron’s small squeak to put him off his speech, now he’s in full flow again. “Talking about getting to it. Consent is important. When you decide to take that step, or even before when you snog someone, you need to make sure they want to do it too. Every step of the way. If they say no, you stop right away, even if they said yes only a minute previously. You must understand that. Never force yourself on someone, especially if they are drunk or otherwise intoxicated. If they can’t say yes, it’s a no-go. Got it?”
“I-I d-do,” Ron stutters, his voice strained under the embarrassment of the situation. “C-Can I go now?”
“Yes, yes, of course. But don’t forget that I’m here if you need anything, son. Even if you think it might get you into trouble. And look after Hermione, even if your feelings for her are only platonic. I admire the way you, her and Harry have formed a little group. The three of you are good for each other.”
Arthur reclines on the bench and closes his eyes, letting out a sigh as the sun warms his face. There’s no point getting one’s wand in a knot over spilt potion. He still managed to get Ron squirming like a flobberworm, so it was mostly a successful mission.
The bench shifts as Ron rises to his feet. He finishes his drink with a gulp and sets the glass down on the floor before shuffling away.
“Dad?” a small voice asks.
When Arthur opens his eyes, he spots Ron towering over him. When did he get so lanky? Ron is going to be the tallest of the family, for sure. There’s a smile on his face, though he still can’t meet his Dad’s gaze.
“Yeah, Son?” Arthur asks, shielding his eyes from the sun.
“Thanks for trying.”
Ron shrugs, then wanders back down the garden, his gangly frame hunched over. Arthur marvels at Ron’s response. You think you fully understand your children, and then they do something that knocks you off your broom. But Ron is a decent lad, and Arthur knows he will go far, like the rest of them.
With a happy sigh, he leans back and closes his eyes again. He’s done an okay job at this parenting thing. As long as none of them gets arrested or tries to break into Gringotts, he can die a happy man.
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Oh that response about Jehan fantasizing about his therapist was lovely. Just all that pent up desire and delicious guilt.
Tbh Héloise would probably speak pretty frankly about sex, even though she is a nun she does have a medical doctorate. She knows about how sexual attraction and development both from anatomy studies and her own experiences trying to deal with the stress of medical school before she took her vows. So she's not always in agreement about the churches attitude about shaming human sexuality outside of procreation in marriage. After all how many times has Jehan heard confessions from his congregation over the years from married folks feeling guilty about having sexual thoughts and dreams about another person? As long as you don't act on those thoughts in a way that harms others or yourself you're fine. Although Héloise still tries to ensure healthy boundaries with Jehan even after he's no longer her patient.
Although it breaks her heart knowing that Jehan holds so much self loathing about himself because of what he went through. That Jehan was betrayed by someone he loved and trusted, and robbed of the chance to explore his developing sexual feelings on his own terms, or even dare believe that anyone could actually love him.
Yes, he could have handled his crush on Héloise better than trying to kiss her when she was his doctor. It was very stupid and inappropriate. Likewise it was stupid and inappropriate to let herself get nostalgic with Fr. Jehan when they both hear a popular song from the early 80s. Laughing and joking about that stupid 80s perm and bleached hair Héloise used to wear. Or going into bitter sweet what could have been musings if their almost hook up played out differently. Would have it been a one-time thing? Would Héloise have given Jehan her number? Would he have actually tried calling her back and take the chance to actually date her?
There are two wolves inside me one says they should fUK and the other says no no be friends with weird UST
I deffo think Jehan would appreciate that she can speak frankly about sex. It is not that he can't--he can in the general sense, he can in the other specific sense, just not when it involves him. (He is different. After all he has vows. He is broken.) Hell his religion and his vocation offer a nice comfort from his broken self: don't worry about sex, don't worry about being desirable, don't worry about all that since it won't apply to you and your collar, sublimate it and give the pain up to Jesus and rise above it all, you're called to better (so don't worry about it, don't think about it.)
Jehan probably tells her one day, "I don't remember if I ever did say thank you--I was so embarrassed, who wouldn't be?--but thank you for taking care of me that night."
And maybe they talk a bit. Maybe they went out for drinks (Jehan conscious not to order a double, not to drink too much) and chat and laugh and tease about what ifs and silly perms and ER wait times...
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