God if there's one thing I want, its to be massively pregnant. I wish I could have an huge, distended, enormous pregnant belly🥺😫filled to the brim with a dozen babies🥵❤️leaning back to counteract its immense weight, unable to reach my popped-out belly button due to my belly's massive size💕

Waddling around while rubbing my belly and constantly huffing & puffing & groaning in discomfort, feeling so heavy & full of babies I could pop. Just absolutely overwhelmed by my own size~

These women are so luckyyyy🥺😫

You're more or less confined to your room. Even if you had the strength to stand on your own two (very swollen) feet, your belly is twice the width of the doorframe; and no amount of lotion or oil or sucking in your gut will change that. You are incredibly, unbelievably pregnant. Even while upright, your belly rises above you like a mound, looming above your own head. Your legs are spread by necessity, far as they'll go, to accomodate the mass of turgid flesh attached to you (or more accurately, you are attached to it). Your long-lost navel is hanging somewhere over the ledge of your queen-sized bed. Anyone unfamiliar with you (and they would need to live under a rock, because your pregnancy has attracted international attention) walking into your bedroom might think your belly is an art installation instead of something alive, least of all a part of you. That is, until the many many babies start to move... And there's so many crammed inside your womb, there's always a few awake. Doctors cannot determine their numbers, they're so densely packed in. But you feel them all, every single squirming baby, whether they've been pushed close to the surface or reside deeper within, underneath layers of siblings. You're overflowing with life. The sheer magnitude of your belly and the limited span of your arms means that you can only play with a fraction of your brood, but you love them all equally, even those most distant from you. Unfortunately, you can feel a disturbance, a ripple through the waters of your amniotic fluid, as child pushes against child in a wave of unrest. You're well acquainted with this sensation. You need to eat. You need to provide for your children. But you're much too big to do anything about it yourself, so you reach for the little bell beside you and ring it to summon your caretakers. It's time for breakfast, and you're eating for... who knows how many!

Oh good lord🥵🥵🥵

“Your long-lost navel is hanging somewhere over the ledge of your queen-sized bed.”

“Whether they even been pushed close to the surface or reside deeper within, under layers of siblings.”

God I love those descriptions~

We're both cuddling in bed, when suddenly I say, "I'm sorry, angel. For, y'know, knocking you up to high heaven." There's no denying that. You're stuck on bedrest, and have been for some time; it's inevitable when you're pregnant with octuplets. Yea, we've drawn no small amount of attention, like Octomom before you. The amount of babies inside you is impressive enough, but add on the fact that you're a trans man? But I've been your staunchest defender, your advocate. Yes this is my husband, yes he is pregnant, yes we're expecting a lot. I know you don't like the attention, but it was hard to keep a lid on... this. You're colossal. And it's my fault. It's been eating away at me. Your belly is huge, your hils are ginormous, and your breasts have blown up like balloons, and I feel responsible :(( "I didn't mean to, I promise." The worst part is?? You look so so incredibly hot, my wildest dream realized. These conflicting feelings don't help the guilt. But I love you. I love you very, very much and I love all eight of our nuggets.

we both walked into this knowing that i would probably be this weird walking attraction to a lot of people because being pregnant while being trans is highly stigmatized. it's in such a negative light for no reason but i wanted this. i married you, we're in love, and i want to show the world our love by having children together. never on my wildest dreams did i expect to get so gravidly pregnant to this degree. we were not expecting to see not one, or four sacs, but eight whole sacs that were carrying out impossible children. it's what? a one in a million chance to have octuplets, let alone natural octuplets? we are a very popular couple in the doctor's office and in the news outlets.

"you were a little too eager honey.....i said we should start a family not a football team" i tease you constantly when you feel guilty. i know you don't like me to be in the limelight like i am all the time—especially now that the doctor has to come to the house to check on me. i feel like i'm a scientist's specimen telescope slide but i am happy more than anything. i love each and every one of these nuggets that are squishing my insides. i love how my body has somehow accommodated these insane changes in stride. i love all my stretch marks and even my swollen chest that is still getting bigger with every day that i'm pregnant. "i love you very much and please, don't feel guilty. i am just as much to blame for getting this pregnant. all i ask is we wait a few years before we try for any more."

🖊 :D

THANK YOU QZ THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM ON MY KNEES AND KISSING YOU (with consent) THANK YOU

OCUPLETS AAAAAAAA

so. fucking. niamh maxwell. my pride and joy. my scrunkly wunkly. the cinnamon roll that must be protected at all costs. SHE!!!!!!!!!

niamh is so pure, kindhearted, innocent and oblivious by nature, but also because of the way she's brought up.

her parents are super protective of her and her two brothers (kev (age 7) and benjamin (age 5)) and like. cover up all the bad stuff so she's like a sheltered child. for years of her life, actually, she was homeschooled so she wouldn't be subjected to seeing the bad things in life.

and like sheltering your children is bad and stuff because idk??? it just stops them from enjoying things and knowing what the fuck is going on and what some things are (see: pearl fey) but NIAMH'S PARENTS ACTUALLY ARE SUPER SMART

THEY TAUGHT THEIR DAUGHTER EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYTHING.

niamh's parents are super smart, actually. like niamh's dad was super good at the piano (and taught niamh how to play it) and both parents studied language and did lots of language studies (like grace!!!!) so niamh is semifluent in spanish and mandarin which is super cool and awesome and so smart they taught her that, but they stupidly sheltered their kids because they were so worried about their childrens' safety!!!!!!!

NIAMH'S PARENTS CARE SO MUCH. THEY TAUGHT NIAMH ALL THE IMPORTANT LIFE SKILLS (cooking, cleaning, sorting rubbish, fixing, first aid and the like) AND SO MUCH SCHOOL SUBJECT STUFF BECAUSE THEY WANTED THE BEST FOR HER.

AND THEY TAUGHT HER ALL THE MORALS TOO!!!!!!!!!!

THEY TAUGHT HER HOW TO TREAT OTHERS AND HOW TO BE KIND AND ALL TYPES OF MANNERS AND AHGDOWNSLFNRKJR

so when she first started school, niamh was like. better than everyone and it was impressive, but she was STILL so oblivious to the outside world, knowing next to nothing about violence, war or politics, and was really innocent compared to everyone else in school (and probably the nicest person too)

AGH I HAVE SO MUCH FEELINGS ABOUT THIS SO THIS IS LITERALLY INCOMPREHENSABLE GAJDBDOSNLSNF

also niamh is best friends with eilidh thompson. eilidh saw this sweet little joyous being and instantly attatched herself to her to prevent her from losing her childlike nature, innocence and joy. (protecting the smolbean, basically)

tl;dr, niamh is a precious cinnamon roll who is incapable of hatred, and despite being sheltered, is super smart (unlike me LMAO)

"this is my queerplatonic partner. if you didn't know before, a queerplatonic relationship is when - " it's okay. you don't have to explain it to me. they've already prepared me for this subject. i've been here before. they're your moirail

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they love giving tv shows to white people with too many fucking kids

Remote control pregnancy but your partner has the remote and they refuse to hit the labor button so you just have to carry that overdue octuplet belly around. However, you have their credit card in the food delivery app so they're paying to feed you and the litter. You both consider this set up fair, no? 🎛️

As a purple man with a gold oven mitt once said: "Perfectly balanced as all things should be..." Honestly, permanent, overdue, high-order multiples, but I get to lounge around and be pregnant and gorge myself on someone else's dime? Sign me the fuck up! I get to be the huge, pregnant eye candy, and they get to ogle me and keep me round and happy... my only condition is I want a full body mirror where I rest, so I can see all of myself and also enjoy the view.

Thinking about this drawing of Wolfgang I found on the deviantart

Haha girl don’t go crazy lol, ily girl don’t die <3

Luna Gets Bigger, Part III The end of the first trimester brings even more changes. One day, you were waddling through the door to your bedroom. Your hips have been spreading wider and wider over the course of this pregnancy, both because that's just what happens when you're pregnant due to the bones in your pelvis spreading in preparation to give birth and all the fat you've put on due to the fact that you simply cannot stop stuffing your face, also because you're pregnant. They've come close to brushing the door frame before, but now they are. They definitely are. You close your eyes, with a grin on your face, both fists in the air, squealing like a schoolgirl at the thought that your husband got you so pregnant and you fattened yourself up so much that your hips now brush door frames. You can't wait until you actually get stuck or even crush them! And of course, that ballooning belly of yours has been doing some serious growing. Remember that day when you were in the fifth month of your last pregnancy and you couldn't reach the front of your belly anymore? That happened on the same day! Only three months in and you can't even reach all the way around yourself anymore! Your hands cannot meet! You're such a bloated, fattened baby factory that you cannot even reach your own belly button! Again! You thought that the day your hips started brushing door frames was already one of the single best days of your entire life, but now there's just no comparison. Both incredible feats of fecundity and gluttony have been accomplished in just one single day! A girl who cannot even walk (or waddle) through a door without her hips brushing the sides and has a belly that has outgrown her arms' reach. Your mind is mush. Complete mush. You have no idea what is going on around you, the only thought on your mind being how much bigger you're going to get, and how you have absolutely no control over that process, your husband putting you in this most wonderful, delicious prison of your own body. Those thoughts simmer in your mind until your husband gets home from work, and you simply cannot stop yourself from pouncing on him to thank him for what he's turned you into.

Brushing door frames with your hips is one thing, getting stuck in door frames is another. Merely a month after that day your mind spiraled out of control in delirious euphoria, your hips actually do get stuck in-between your bedroom door. You really can't leave your room anymore. Thankfully, the floorboards in your room are extra creaky, something you desperately would have missed if you were stuck in there, which you now are as a result of your gravidity and rapaciousness. Your limited range of motion has predictable results. Your activity is reduced, your babies get bigger, your body gets fatter. It's a delicious cycle.

Even that limited range of motion is taken from you by month five, an entire month earlier than it was previously. You're bed-bound. You're stuck. Pinned underneath the weight of ten heaving fetuses that not even your fat, meaty legs can support anymore, both your babies and your body growing even fatter now that you cannot even move. There is nothing more in life that you could have possibly wanted, and boy did you get it. Your hands explore what you can of your ever-growing, immobile body. You have no one else than your doting husband to thank for all of this. He keeps both the appetite of your greedy decuplets fed and your appetite for him more than satisfied. He rocks your world like nothing else. None of your neighbors are getting any decent sleep. (continued in Part IV)

This is what I’m imagining with this😳😳😳

another very interesting thing - we mostly see the clones from the perspective of the originals, so we see them as aligned with grief/stellenbosch/etc and their whole abusive institution. but that definitely isn't the whole story.

the original mystery of point blanc is how they're making the pupils to act so eerily, inhumanly perfect. what kind of nightmarish and/or horrendously invasive treatment they're putting them through to make them act precisely how they want. and the answer we're given is "they're being replaced with clones". but once you remember that clones are, in fact, also people... that's not an answer at all. it's just deferring the question. how did they make the clones to act like that?

and then there's the whole military, institutional feeling of point blanc - the uniforms, the locked doors, the armed guards, the fact of being trapped in the wilderness and cut of from the outside world... all this applies to clones even more strongly than the originals. they haven't always been at point blanc, but they have always been hidden away somewhere. their whole existence is a secret. very early on, right after stellenbosch hits alex, either she or greif tells alex something like, "the sooner you realise that here we can do exactly what we like to you, the better" - and that's been the clones' whole lives.

aaand there's also the surgery. yes, of course it's disturbing and awful for the originals to be drugged and photographed and studied and to have copies made of them. but how much worse is it to have your own face and body taken away from you and replaced with someone else's? the clones are all different heights -- some of them will have had limbs broken and reset to achieve that. they have different eye colours, different hand sizes, different teeth. and the recovery time expected of them is insane. no matter how many drugs you give someone, doesn't any major injury/surgery cause, like, a state of shock? i don't think you can medicate away a bruised survival instinct. and i think trying, and expecting them to just immediately be fine, will probably be pretty damaging.

and of course. there's also the fact that greif is fully prepared to just murder all of his own children and start again. and stellenbosch is clearly upset by the idea but doesn't even try to argue. so it's not only the originals who were in danger of replacement - the clones were in danger of exactly that too.

and like... idk. they're greif's clones and personal army, so they're not allowed to be distinct from him; they all act uncannily similar, so it doesn't seem like they're allowed identities distinct from one another; and their life purpose is to replace these other children, so they're supposed to entirely replace their name, appearance, and identity with them. AND apparently another batch of clones would mean much the same to greif as this one. they're nothing and no-one; they're empty vessels for his masterplan; they're subsumed into being part of him and each other and potential future siblings to the point that in his mind they can't even really die. what the fuck.

i'm just rambling now but like. god. nightmarish in so many different ways.

Tel, give me some unhinged theries

FI AND GHIRAHIM ARE IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE GHIRAHIM IS THE LORULIAN MASTER SWORD AND THEIR TWIN CHILDREN ARE THE TWO VERSIONS OF THE PICORI BLADE

was that unhinged enough for you?

go off, queen

charles' fans are making up rumours about carlos/his team leaking charles' contract extension to the press without any proof i'm so so fucking tired of them