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glowsticcc · 6 months

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i need to be checked for something bc i just got physically ill when the book that had the coords for chayannes photo was at his pumpkin patch

i almost threw up when tallulahs was at her flower patch what happened to me

#qsmp #fun fact had you told me four months ago i would join my tumblr moots in being unwell about minecraft eggs i would’ve giggled #and now i’m laying in bed with a tummyache bc we got a blurry picture that had a corner of tallulahs mushroom hat #i’m gonna start eating styrofoam #what teen parenthood does to a mf

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pretentiouswreckingball · 2 months

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SOMEBODY TOLD ME 🗣

YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND 🗣

WHO LOOKED LIKE A GIRLFRIEND 🗣

THAT I HAD IN FEBRUARY OF LAST YEAR 🗣🗣

#BANGER #moots we are laying on the floor listening to The Killers Greatest Hits on the speaker and vibing

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viilpstick · 1 month

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THIS IS MY REVENGE. HOW DARE YOU. HURT YUUNA... RAHHH

But to be fair I'm unsure that this will make u that sad since it has a hopeful ending🧍🏻‍♀️ I tried. Also. May I add. This is like years after their marriage (so they're well in their mid 20s/late 20s), pregnancy was by accident yada yada... I thought this idea would be good for Leona's character development when it comes to children since he would learn to not be afraid of treating his child like crap because he just would want to have them so bad, aka Kyra was a very wanted child by him. Also "them" is used bc I don't like using "it" for an unborn child and I didn't know if leobelle knew the gender of the baby yet

Also tw: m1sc4rr14ge, plus it's probably not well depicted but hey I did my best

•••

When Leona finally arrived home he didn't want anything more than to jump on his bed with Isabelle and sleep, though he was certain she would complain his ear off about wanting to sleep so early, that there was still stuff they could do… sometimes his wife was a real workaholic.

“Isa.” Leona called, the nickname now rolled off his tongue nicely, but he remembered a time where it felt strange, unnatural. He couldn't even remember now how he was so far away from Isabelle. “Isabelle?” He called once again, not finding her around the house.

Leona walked around, going from room to room and quickly stopping to take a look at… his child’s room.

When Isabelle had come to him, all worried with a pregnancy test showing positive, his heart sank for two reasons: one, the fact that Isabelle was worried about his reaction to her carrying his child, and two, the fact that… she was right to be worried, and unfortunately, he couldn't find much joy in the matter.

Leona knew himself, through his experiences with Cheka he was aware he had a problem with children. No, he didn't hate them, they're children; however, he had a very difficult time dealing with them, their lack of personal space, lack of ability to read a room and just their constant energy made Leona tired and irritable. He didn't want kids, he knew he would be an awful father because of his lack of patience and understanding… and deep down… he was scared his child would be mistreated because of being the son or daughter of the failed second prince.

But now Isabelle had a child growing inside her, and he couldn't just ignore that fact.

Leona looked around the yellow room, the toys they had bought, the little crib… he sighed. He needed to suck it up and be a man, not only for Isabelle and that child but to himself.

Suddenly, he heard sobs.

“Isabelle?” He called, walking a bit faster to the bathroom, where he heard the noise. His hand on the door handle. “Isabelle, are you alright?”

No response, the sobs just continued like she couldn't even hear him, but he couldn't leave her there alone, he needed to see if she was ok. He opened the door, and his eyes widened in shock, looking everywhere around the room.

Isabelle was crying, hugging her legs, and beneath her and around other parts of the floor there was blood. So much blood.

“Wha– Isa, hey, look at me.” He urged, crouching down in front of her, grabbing her arms and face to make her look at him. She avoided his eyes and she couldn't stop crying, and Leona looked everywhere around her to understand where she was hurt. “Isa, where are you hurt? What happened? Can you get up?” After he finally got a hold of her face, she held his wrists and broke down once again, her tears falling down fast and she couldn't stop. Leona was so insanely worried, his mate was hurt, but he couldn't see where, he didn't understand. The smell of blood was making him sick, but he couldn't nor did he want to leave her alone like this. “We need a doctor. Wait here, I'll get the–”

“I lost them.” Isabelle mumbled before Leona was able to walk away, his hands being held by hers so he wouldn't leave. She looked at him desperately, almost as if begging for help. “I lost them, Leona. I lost them.”

He stared at her, then, his gaze made its way to her belly.

No.

“Isabelle, what do you mean?”

“I'm sorry.”

“Isa.” He urged, crouching down once again, holding her face gently as he felt his eyes sting. “What do you mean?”

Isabelle couldn't answer, his question seemed to make her cry even more, as she threw herself in his chest and held onto his shirt. She kept apologizing, kept saying how this was her fault for not taking better care of herself, for not resting enough, for not eating as well as she should. Leona couldn't speak as he himself started tearing up.

He lost them. Before he could even meet them. Before he could even show his love for them or try to fight his awful habits.

They was gone.

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“Your highness, please, you should try to eat a bit, I promise it's–” the servant was interrupted by Leona as he took the plate and water from her telling her to go fulfill other duties. The servant bowed down and left, Leona sat on their bed.

“Isa.” He said softly after putting the plate on his lap and the cup of water on their night stand. “You need to eat, my love.” Isabelle didn't even move, she just kept with her back turned to him, hugging her body. Normally, she would blush and ask why he was suddenly using such a sweet nickname, but right now, there was no reaction. Leona sighed. “Please. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for me.”

Isabelle stayed quiet, but after a few seconds, she slowly sat up, her blanket falling on her lap as she looked down to her hands. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, her hair was a mess from trying to sleep the day away… it was like a mirror, really. She looked just like him when he was still at NRC.

All the more reason to take care of her.

Leona grabbed her chin, making her look at him. “I need you to eat. Even if it's just a bit. Do you think you can do it?”

“...I can try.”

“That’s more than enough.” Leona got a bit of the chicken soup in the spoon, blowing on it so it wouldn't burn Isabelle's mouth, then, he offered it to her. She ate it without saying a word, chewing on it very slowly, and swallowing it as if it hurt her. After five bites or so, Isabelle started rejecting the food, and Leona sighed. “Isabelle, you must eat to stay healthy.”

“I wasn't healthy enough to carry our child, so what does it matter now?”

Silence.

“The doctor said it wasn't because of your health. The embryo just couldn't develop properly.”

“The baby couldn't develop properly.” She corrected him, her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes started to sting. “Why do you refuse to call them that?”

“Isabelle.” The beastman said, a stern tone of his voice and the woman flinched. She knew she crossed a line, but goodness she was so angry. She was so sad. She didn't know what to do.

“Why do you refuse to call them a child? You even refused to get into our child’s room, the servants had to take all of our baby’s stuff for themselves.” She questioned, her eyes tearing up, and once a tear fell she dried it right away. Sorrow, anger and pain filling her heart. “Why are you being so… so cold?”

“Because if I call them a child, if I look at their stuff I won't be able to live with myself.” He finally explained himself. Isabelle stared at him. Leona felt his own eyes sting so he blinked a few times to try and push the tears away. He put the plate on their night stand. “Isa, I– I don't talk about it because I can't. I knew I wouldn't be a good father but– that was my child. I didn't even get a chance to try.”

Isabelle went quiet at that. She started fidgeting with her hands while seeing from the corner of her eye Leona resting his face on his hand. She's been married to him for years now, she's been dating him for even longer, she knows how he functions and right now? She screwed up.

Isabelle was the mother, and there was a special bond with her and her lost baby… but Leona was the father. That was also his child, his baby. His cub.

“Leo.” She called, he didn't look but she noticed his ears twitch at her call. “I'm… I'm sorry. I was being insensitive.” Isabelle rested her head on his shoulder, grabbing his free hand and rubbing circles with her thumb. “I’ve just… I'm just so sad and angry with myself– I wasn't able to see where you're coming from. I'm so sorry, dear.”

Leona sighed, drying his cheeks. He had cried without Isabelle noticing… that was another blow to her heart. Leona sniffled, grabbing her plate once again.

“If you're so sorry then eat.” He put another spoonful of food in front of her face and she let out a faint smile, eating it right after.

“For the record…” Isabelle started after swallowing the food. “You will be a wonderful father, Leona.”

Leona felt his heart ache, his throat dry and his eyes sting. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the sensation and gave Isabelle a long kiss on the forehead, filled with affection.

“And you will be a wonderful mother.”

Will. Soon enough.

me: does a really small scenario about if yuuna left, leaving her to STILL have a happy life even though she is away from vil.

mah: . . . i can do it worse.

HOW. HOW DARE YOU.

U KNOW WHAT? GO TO TIME OUT.

#𐙚 moots ♡#inbox 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ✧#♡ ! mah #this actually hurt me #specially since is #like #SO WELL WRITTEN #I AM IN UR WALLS POOKIE #i am actually speechless #i will lay down in the floor and cry

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saetoru · 10 months

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Tee im crying on the floor absolutely losing my mind over having a baby with Alhaitham, and him pulling out some photo albums of him as a baby. (maybe a mistake on his part bc you’ve now gotta see every one!)

and he was just so pudgy! a cute lil belly that made his shirts not fit properly, dimpled fists and chubby feet and there’s a bunch of photos of him chewing on his dads books or his mothers Akademiya cap 🥹 and he’s blushing at how you’re giggling and cooing at how adorable he was whilst you’re also rubbing the small bump on your tummy, saying you hope baby looks like their papa because he was so so cute! and Alhaitham just sighs and kisses your head, feeling bashful but grateful for living this life with you - saying he hopes the baby looks more like you because you’re cuter alsjhddjjdjf sobs

grAY LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING I AM WEEPING.

no because when you’re close to your delivery date, it starts to hit him y’know ?? that he’s going to have a family. the last time he had that was years ago, and it was just his grandmother. so he’s holding you on the couch, rubbing your bump as he murmurs about how proud his grandmother would be if she were here, how excited she’d be to see him entering fatherhood. and then he’d laugh, have that far away look in his eyes as he mentions how many pictures she used to take of him growing up.

but he makes the mistake of mumbling to himself, “im pretty sure the albums are still lying around in those boxes,” because then you’re pouting, tugging on his shirt and pleading to see them—and you’re his pregnant, adorable, sweet little wife so how could he say no?

he plops back down beside you on the couch with a sigh and a photo album dropped onto your lap moments later. and he was soooo cute—always had a thumb or a finger in his mouth as he stared at the camera with wide eyes. his cheeks are all round and chubby and a lil rosy, unlike the sharp jaw and cheekbones he has now. his lil nose is a tiny button, and it’s always a bit crinkled. there’s a picture of him with his mothers akademiya hat on his head when he’s a toddler—it’s too big and it’s sliding off, but in a way, it fits him so well. there’s a picture of him reading a book on the couch when he’s just a bit older, his tiny lil finger pointing at the words and following along. there’s a picture of him with lil pouty lips and watery eyes—and you giggle at that one, watch him blush and almost mimic the pout as he huffs about how all kids cry—even him! when you tease him.

and then you kiss his jaw, rub your swollen belly and mumble about how you hope your baby looks like him. how you want to recreate all those pictures with your own baby. how he was soooo cute and how that automatically means your baby will be just as cute, if not cuter.

and then his cheek rests on your head, his hands laying on your hand as it rests on your bump, and oh, he thinks, he’s really, really having a family. after all this time. it’s all his.

#yeah i’m done.#i’m gonna go lay down.#i need a breather after this one #i’m not okay #not at all gray #nope #( ˘ ³˘)♡ — from moots to lovers !!#gray <3

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toxicrevolver · 6 months

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Halloween tag game! Thanks for the tag!!! @serendipminie

Do this quiz find out what horror movie stereotype you are

And make this picrew/dolldivine to design your look

I’m also somehow a tragic hero. Idk. Maybe it’s bcs I’m always trying to fight. In all actuality I’d probably be one of the first people to die in a horror movie bcs I can’t keep my mouth shut (which is filed under reasons I’d do terrible in prison). This was super fun tho. I love doing pic crew things (even tho I hate my face).

And as per usual I’m not tagging anyone bcs I am lazy (and socially awkward) plus I have the big sad. But if anyone wants to participate they can blame me as the reason.

#tag game #about the weirdo who runs this blog #obsidian rambles #hi my wonhyuk friend!!!#<- that’s your tag here. if you want a different one for when you tag me in stuff let me know #I’d say e’last moot but my og e’last moot is Ezra so the title is taken #I’m non-binary and I identify more towards transmasc/agender so like yee on that #my hair is natural brown but I’m wanting to dye it either dark purple or dark green I just haven’t had the time or spoons #it’s currently bleach blonde with very VERY bad roots #and my hair isn’t curly. it’s pin straight but the length is right and it’s a hot mess from bleach damage #so it may not naturally be curly but it doesn’t lay flat either bcs it’s at an awkward in between stage from growing out being bald #also I wear glasses but I didn’t like how they looked so no

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amberluvsbugs · 1 year

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Hi Amber! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! You art and animations are so beautiful and inspiring <3 Have some love from Sun this heart day Hope you have a great Valentines!

PBPPBPPBPBPPNPBPJRJDJH1EKSJS1!1!!!11! SUNNYYYYYYYYYWAAAHHHHHHH

I still can’t draw atm but if I could I would eat those flowers and then grappling and hugging sun like a fucking gremlin and weeping tears of utter joy

Thank you sm though I hope you have a good Valentine’s Day too waahhh🥺🥺🥺

#THIS MADE MY DAY #I USUALLY DONT CELEBRATE CAUSE #IM ACE #AND ITS JUST AWKWARD FOR ME #BUT #IF SUN WERE REAL AND HE DID THAT I WOULD NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT LAY DOWN AND CRY #GRRRGTGEGEGGEGRRRR I WISH THESE JESTERS WERE REALLLLL #CRIES IN SPANISH #THANK YOU AGAIN MOOT #GRABS YOU AND HUGS YOUUU

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fluffyselfships · 1 year

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today my brain is full of baby thoughts.. as usual

but this time its x10 bc im in a good mood so i am batting my eyes and kicking my feet

#tw!knife #i want to lay on his tummy like a cat #its night time #time to post cringe #night time moots dont look at ms #gush post #mod bun🐰#🔪my devil guy🥩

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linuxealcipher · 9 months

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Here, my gift to you before i go to bed, a 20ft tall ibuprofen pill

Farewell my friend

Will i also rotate if I eat it?

Sleep well beloved!!!!! I hope your dreams are kind to you and you wake up feeling rested!!!♡♡♡♡

#goblin speaks #goblin dragon asks #hehehhe beloved moots #i am curenly laying on a track feild watching my high school band that ive graduated out of practice #the shade is nice lmao #i love youuuuuu

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nomsthecat · 7 months

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what if we were hanging out and drawing in the daycare huh (we are also out dca sonas ^_^)

I w ould be

s o. happ y. I would actually ex plode/pos(omgee drawing. As ou r. daycare sonas… YIPPIEEE YIPPIE YIPPIEEE the thought in my head makes me so happy)

as soon as I get a new charger for my drawing tablet and it chargers I WILL be coming back to this and I WILL be drawing it ‼️‼️‼️‼️

#answered ask #moot alert!#Inky!!!<3 #I can see my sona sitting crisscrossed an d drawing… and inky eclipse laying on their stomach with their feet kicking up in the air while #drawing #💥/pos

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starsarefire824 · 8 months

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Hiya!!! Just wanted to say I’m loving your recent fic Lay Me Down Slow!

I’m a sucker for Byler fics where they reconnect again when they’re older, and yours really hits the spot!

Ah, I am SO GLAD it's hitting the spot for you! I have been loving writing this one and am very excited for the third chapter! I am also totally a sucker for reconnection fics when they are older! There's just something so...sad and happy at the same time....about it? Something about the longing and the healing to me is just beautiful! Anyways! Thank you so much for sending me some love.

And as a little sneak peak of the feels for chapter 3 here's the song that inspired it. It's a whole vibe. 😏

#byler #deer moot <3 #lay me down slow #justmyname #writing things #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers

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endawn · 23 days

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tadpoles would insta-die if they were to be inserted into his head. not that one could convince him to willingly infect himself. might be able to convince him to become an illithid by orpheus’ hand during the final push, but molag would quickly possess pax to prevent it.

#❪ ⋅ ✹ ⋆ —┊ ❛ v. down by the river [baldur's gate] ❜ ❫#❪ ⋅ ✹ ⋆ —┊ ❛ study. ❜ ❫#❪ ⋅ ✹ ⋆ —┊ ❛ ooc. ❜ ❫#( this is going with the idea orp can bypass the purging nature of pax’s blood long enough for a transformation to take place )#( im sure there’s plenty of spare tadpoles laying around the prism )#( but i mean it’s a moot point )#( as molag says no )

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