#🏠 stuck at home 🏠

[kwonhochi]

beautiful women named ⚠️EMERGENCY WARNING⚠️National Weather Alert keep jumping out of the shadows to scareme so badly thay i faint and th en they drag me to their beuatiful women center. located at My Address

[kawaiialeisha]

🌼 WE'RE NEARLY HOME! 🏠

I'M EXCITED FOR THE UPDATE AHHH ITS COMING SOON! TOO SOON!

I had fun drawing these in Wally's style while waiting

I love drawing Wally.. IN FACT I MISS IT AHAJKEF HE'S SO SILLY..

Now I'm just stuck drawing that stinkin' Beta Wally 💔 /silly

Here are the other neighbours!

I love Sally and Howdy.. they are so silly.. and I hate how Howdy is starting to grow on me now HJDJSKD

✨WALLY OWNERS:

Wally Darling belongs to @/partycoffin

Beta Wally belongs to @/partycoffin

Reboot Wally AU belongs to @c0ffingrlxoxo

REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER BEFORE THE UPDATE!!!!! YOURE GONNA NEED IT!!!!!!!

[birthing1020]

🤰🏽, 3️⃣, baby 1: 🏠, baby 2: 🚗, baby 3: 🩺, baby2 is 🩲, baby 3 is 🦶, 💦⌛️. The mother unexpectedly goes into labour and soon gives birth to the first baby at home, they quickly begin to make their way to the birthing centre but end up being stuck in traffic causing the mother to birth baby 2 in the car with her underwear still on. Baby 3 is breach and mom starts to push just as they make it into the room at the birthing centre. All three babies are on the larger side making it slightly difficult to push out but it is very pleasurable for mom at the same time.

Tags: 

• female, triplets, orgasmic, overdue, larger babies

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Lucy was estimated to be 50 weeks pregnant and very uncomfortable! She wanted to go as long as she could without being induced, she wanted these babies to come out naturally, even if that included being severely uncomfortable for a lengthy amount of time — maybe her womb was just that comfortable for her triplets. 

Her eyes slowly opened as she peered over at her husband, soundlessly sleeping, she sighed with content as she knew her life would soon change and for the better. This was her new family and she was excited to get it started. 

“Good morning, sleepy head…” she glanced over at her husband who was groggily waking up. He draped his arm around his wife’s neck, pulling her into his side, his thick ‘manhood’ pressing into his wife’s plump ass. “Good morning, sexy.” He kissed the side of her neck and wrapped his free arm around her very plump and protruding belly, he quickly laid his wife on her back and opened her legs, smoothly climbing in the middle of them; leaving light trail of kisses along her very pregnant body. 

This earned a moan from Lucy, her hips bucking forward as all she wanted was her husband inside her, his cock twitching in excitement as he watched his wife writher beneath. “I want you, baby…” she whined out then suddenly gripped her stomach and groaned. “Oh!” She gasped and looked between her legs, fluid clearly soaking into the bedsheets. “Is it— time?” She sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed, panting and grunting. 

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Her husband quickly came to her aid after covering up, he kneeled on the floor and propped her legs on to his shoulders. He grabbed the vibrator, knowing how worked up she was and wanted to relieve some stress. 

He flicked the device on and sat it on her clit, his hand slowly moving the device along her folds. This only made her throw her head back and moan in ecstasy, one of her hands rubbing her overly stretched belly and the other back on the bed to catch herself. “Honey — if you feel like pushing, we need to get these babies out of you.” Lucy nodded at the instructions, solely focusing on the pleasure that was being handed to her. 

“Oh f-fuck.” She panted out and bucked her hips, practically fucking the device that was inside her. She felt each and every contraction that was turned into pleasure with this little device. “I can feel them moving!” She grunted and opened her legs wider, the first baby shifting down the birth canal. Preparing to brace herself, she grabbed the sheet that was beneath her fingers and tightened her legs. “He’s coming!” She began to push and with the vibrations sitting perfectly on her clit, she orgasmed around the device and pushed her first babies crowning head out of her leaking cunt, her folds ever so slowly stretching out to match the size of the head. “Ohhhh!” She screeched out as her husband slowly pulled the first baby out.

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Lucy and Stephen cut the cord to their first baby boy, they bunched him into a blanket and secure car seat. Their plan was to finish birthing these babies at their nearest birthing center. Lucy draped her nightgown over her still heavily pregnant body and stepped into her panties, securing them around her widened hips. She rubbed her belly and sighed, hurriedly waddling her way to the car with her husband behind her. “Just two more babies.” She adjusted her seat back as he secured the baby into position. 

He started the car and they took off to the nearest center that was expecting them. A 25-minute drive can’t be that bad, right? 

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He rested one hand on her bump and rubbed her belly through the fabric. “You’re doing so good, honey.” He tried to positively encourage his wife, not knowing what could possibly be going on in her mind right now. As they were driving along the expressway he groaned as he hit the breaks from traffic that had not moved. 

He sighed, not realizing this was rush hour traffic and they could be here for an extended period of time. “Are we—are we going to move?!” Lucy spoke in a frantic voice, the thought of giving birth in their vehicle was a not ideal situation for her! And she had hoped this traffic was going to move one way or another. All the lanes were blocked, it’s not like they could cut the line or get out of the middle of this jam. 

“Just breathe with me, sweetie.” Stephen cooed at his more than anxious and terrified wife, he mimicked breathing for her to copy as she followed along. She groaned and took her seatbelt off, arching her back from the pain these new contractions were causing her. “I’m with you, I got you.” He soothingly stroked his wife’s hair, wanting nothing more than to be at the hospital for the remaining births, but sadly that was not reality for them. 

Stephen lifted Lucy’s nightgown and slipped his hand into her tight panties she managed to get on. His fingers ever so slowly rubbing the folds of her cunt that was just stretched out. Lucy gripped the door handle and grunted as she placed her legs up on the dash. This next baby was about to present itself. 

“I can’t give birth in a car!” She moaned and groaned, trying to fight off the urge to push as her husband was playing with her now laboring cunt. Of course, she didn’t last — between the pain and pleasure of it all, she was waiting for the next head to descend down the canal and she was waiting for the moment to push. 

“You’re going to give birth where they tell you to, we already did this in the bed.” He slipped his hand out of her panties as the traffic finally began to move again. They both sighed with relief as he glanced over at his still very pregnant wife. He took his free hand and cupped her panties, the bulge already protruding. “You’re almost done, sweetheart.” 

As he picked up some speed, she grunted and arched her back again. The next baby filling her canal more than the first one did. “This is gonna be a big one.” She groaned loudly as the head shifted down, the urge to push was there and strong. Pushing into her husband’s hand, she screeched and began to feel her panties expand, moving further away from her skin. “Oh, God. Stephen! It burns! The head is so big!” With her feet on the dash, she put her head in the middle of her legs and screeched as she pushed, the head steadily stretching out her folds and achy hole; she reached down and slowly pulled the head as the rest of the baby flopped on to her lap. Both parents sighing with relief as they head the newborn cry. 

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20-minutes had gone by and they finally pulled into the birthing center parking lot. Stephen parked and squeezed his wife’s knee. “I’m going to get a wheelchair — you stay here.” He hurriedly made his way into the building, checking in for them and grabbing a wheelchair so he could bring his wife and babies inside. 

Grabbing the car seat and pushing his wife that had their second newborn, he pushed them along the hallway and into the room where the staff was already on-hand. They grabbed both babies and took them away to get checked while he finally had a moment with his wife. 

He stood Lucy up and lifted her nightgown above her head, his hands softly resting on her extended hips. “Just…one…more.” He slowly kissed at her neck, leaving light trails. He laid her on the bed that was provided to them and rubbed at her thighs, earning a gasp and small moan. She was so vulnerable at this time and just wanted her husband. 

He walked to the front of hospital bed and spread her legs, his fingers grazing at her delicate and soft skin; he loved everything about this woman. Even the fact that she waited 50-whole weeks to birth these babies on her own. 

“Honey—.” Lucy groaned and grabbed her stomach, parting her legs as her throbbing cunt contracted in and out. “I think it’s time!” She groaned as her husband came to her side, his fingers back inside her tightening folds. His fingers eased up the tension as he pulled them in and out, making sure she was extra wet on the inside. 

“Just one more, sweetie.” He whispered in her ear as his fingers moved faster, bringing her closer to the edge. She could feel a shift on the inside of her body, her panting and moaning, bracing herself for the final crowning. “I’m gonna come! I’m going to come!” She panted out and squeezed her eyes shut. 

Just as she orgasmed, she started pushing and grunting; her legs shakily spread. “Okay honey, this one is looking breech. I need you to push harder.” He encouraged his wife and stroke her thigh, watching this new mother slowly but surely expand her dripping cunt. He reached between her legs and started to help pull between each push. “We just need a few more big pushes.” The size of this baby was bigger than the others, overly stretching each part of her fold and what once was a tight hole. 

“She’s stretching me out so much!” She grunted and braced herself again, between each push and pull, they finally got their last baby girl out with three big pushes and an overly drenched cunt. 

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🤢 - It was probably something you ate

🤒 - Fever dreams

😢 - Where's the comfort?

😷 - Better safe than sorry

🥶 - We have to get you warmed up

🌡️ - Heat exhaustion and other summer fun

🌊 - Heavy surf

🏊🏼‍♀️ - Against the (rip) tide

🛟 - Overboard!

🔆 - You forgot to put on sunscreen, didn't you?

🏖️ - It would have been safer to stay in the water

👂 - Auditory issues

👀 - Eye scream

🐺 - When animals attack

🌳 - Why were you climbing a tree in the first place?

🍄 - You ate a wild what?

🌼 - I didn't know you were allergic!

🔦 - Whumped in the darkness

⚡️ - High voltage

🔥 - Where there's smoke...

🏈 - Tackled

🛹 - I told you you couldn't do a kick flip!

🍽️ - Cooking accidents

🍗 - Slow down before you choke

🎲 - The most unlucky day

🚗 - Road hazards

✈️ - Is there a doctor onboard?

⛺️ - Whumped in the woods

🍴 - We'll find food soon

🥤 - There has to be water somewhere

⛈️ - A storm's a'coming!

🌪️ - When the wild wind blows

🏠 - Most accidents happen in the home

🔪 - Getting stabby with it

🔫 - Bang!

🏹 - Bows and arrows

🩸 - That's a lot of blood

🪤 - It's a trap!

💊 - Did you take your medicine?

🦠 - The virus

🫁 - Just breathe!

🫀 - What does a heart attack feel like?

🧨 - Firecrackers are dangerous

🎢 - Having "fun" at the fair

🪜 - Watch that first step

🪟 - Destination defenestration

🛁 - Tub slippage

🕳️ - Down, down, down...

🩺 - Worst bedside manner ever

💀 - It's (just) a (mild) concussion

💉 - I know you hate needles, but you need this!

🪡 - You need stitches

🩹 - Quick fix

🦴 - It's definitely broken

🩼 - You really should stay off your feet

🛌🏼 - Stuck in bed

💤 - Just try to stay awake

💬 - Keep texting until I get there!

🫂 - You're safe now

💋 - I'll kiss it better

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 25

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You wait out in the sun until you feel its sear. You glance over at the house then the yard and stand. You leave your sketchbook on the table.  

You’re restless, not just because of the unexpected events, but because your run-in with Peter, and your turbulent return. You take the glass of lemonade and take a gulp, nearly choking on it. It’s sickly sweet, to the point you can’t even swallow it. 

You spit your mouthful back into the cup and keep it with you. You just want to go home and hide. You want to be out of the way.  

You head go down the deck steps and drift along the hedges. You glance again at the glass doors. Cautiously, you pour the lemonade behind the bushes. The flavour alone has turned your stomach. 

You wander along, pondering the fence. Could you just go home? Is Steve coming back? They probably won’t even notice. It’s their day, not yours. 

You come back up the wooden stairs and cross the deck to the glass door. You shade your eyes and try to see through. You back up as you see Steve appear. He opens the doors from the other side and smiles down at you. 

“What’s up, sweetie?” He grins down at you, his eyes narrowing on the empty cup in your hand, “thirsty? Want some more?” 

“Um, no, thanks,” you hold out the cup. “I’m going to go home. To my mom’s house.” 

“Ah, sure,” he accepts the cup hesitantly, “you feeling tired?” 

You nod and hug yourself. He steps out and slides shut the door. He touches your shoulder, rubbing it firmly, and you take a step back. 

“How about I walk you around?” He offers. 

You shrug and turn back. You grab your book from the table as he follows. The empty cup clacks down on the table as he passes. He catches up with you at the bottom of the deck steps and he walks you up the side of the house, sure to reach over you to pull the gate open. He lets you through as you focus on your destination. 

“Hey, sweetie,” he calls after you, “just wanted to say, this is home, right?” He looks up at his house and you blanch. 

“Oh?” You frown. 

“We didn’t get to it but yeah, no point in having two houses between us. Just gotta pretty up that old place and put it on the market,” he explains, “it’ll help pay for your mom’s care.” 

“Uh, right,” you teethe the inside of your lower lip. 

“Better start packing,” he winks.  

“Mhmm,” you hum flatly. 

“Anyway, you go get some sleep but if you need anything, you know where to find me,” he says. 

“Sure,” you murmur and turn away. 

You slink around the fence and down the pavement. You turn up your mother’s walk and keep your head down. As you get to the porch, you look up and stare at the front door. Everything is changing and you’re terrified. 

🏠

You put your sketchbook on the dresser, too uneasy to open it again. You have all this energy that you can’t center. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You’re stuck in that strange limbo brewing with dread and impatience. You want the change to happen already just to be done with it. Just to know what awaits you. 

You change into pajamas and tuck into bed. You only lay there an hour before you give up. You just can’t sleep. It’s so strange to be there all alone. Even if you know your mom’s just next door. 

You get up and tramp out to the front room. You turn on the television and find an old movie playing on the public channel. You lay down beneath the old quilt pulled down from over the back of the couch and one of the deflated cushions that came with the furniture. 

You yawn but you’re still painfully awake. You focus on the screen, your eyes glazing over with the shifting colours, as the low drone tickles your ears. The night hazes on in the glare of the television. You’re kept at the threshold of sleep by your anxiety, drifting slightly only to wake again, head pulsing and eyes itchy. 

The house feels alive as you hear new noises. Or ones you never noticed before. The breeze has a tree brushing against the eaves and the crickets seems to be louder than usual. And the walls and floors are obscured as you can’t see past the glow of the TV. 

You force your eyes shut and try to will your mind to stop. It's too much. You lay paralysed, trapped between the urge to get up and go to your bed and the exhaustion that keeps you from moving.  

A low, creaking sound crawls over you. What is that? It’s just your imagination. You’re overthinking it. Maybe it’s the TV, you’ve lost track of the plot. You blink at the screen as you hear a click which doesn’t align with the scene playing out. Your heart lurches and your eyes widen. 

Is that the back door? You’re trapped in horror. You don’t know what to do. Someone is there. You can hear them coming down the hall, stopping just short of the front room. Another whisper of hinges. They’re in your room. Oh god! What do you do? 

The retreat and their footsteps close in on you. The figure fills the doorway and you stare at it, trying to pick it out of the fuzzy darkness. You sit up and whimper, “please, don’t hurt me.” 

The silhouette looms, unmoving and unspeaking. You can hear it breathing. You shudder and brace yourself. 

The light flicks on and stings your vision. You cower as Steve stands in the shine of the overhead bulb. You gasp and bring your hand to your chest, trying to calm your heart. His eyes gleam oddly a his jaw squares and you see him force the tension from it. 

“Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles, “I was just coming to check in.” 

You blink and look around, “what time...” 

“I know it’s late, sorry. Your mom’s been up and down all night and I finally got her asleep. I wanted to make sure everything was okay over here...” he steps up and frames his hips, “you didn’t lock the doors.” 

You stare at him. You didn’t. You forgot. The realisation scares you all over again. 

“You okay?” 

You nod and gulp. You’re not. His eyes flick down then up. You pull the quilt up over your chest as you feel the cotton of your tee shirt grazing your hard nipples. The chill in your spine has yet to recede. 

“You don’t have to stay here,” he offers, “if it’s too much.” 

“I...” you watch him, trembling as his eyes keep that glimmer. They look dark, as if they’re dilated. You wet your lips with your tongue. “I’m okay, I’m just...” your gaze skitters over to the TV, “watching a movie.” 

He clucks and steps into the room, “oh, what are we watching?” 

You sit up complete and fold yourself into a ball in the corner of the couch. He nears and sits on the other end. You glance at him and force the lump from your throat. 

“Um, I didn’t get the title. It’s an older movie.” 

“Ah,” he lifts his arm over the back of the couch, “mind if I join? Can't sleep.” 

“Er, I guess...” you mutter. How can you say no? He's already sat down. 

“I don’t mind if you stretch out,” he says and pats his lap, “put your feet up, it won’t bother me.” 

You shake your head, “I’m fine.” 

“Mmm,” his eyes reflect the light of the screen as he stares ahead. He’s watching it but something about his expression, the stone in his cheeks and the lines in his forehead, suggests that he isn’t really taking it in. “Thought you’d be knocked out, kiddo. After a day like today.” 

You don’t know how to reply so you don’t. You turn your attention to the movie. The black-and-white images are softened at the edges despite the remastered edition. You lean your chin in your hand and try to follow the dialogue. 

“Not exactly how I imagined my wedding day, either,” he says as his fingers twiddle on the back of the couch. “Funny how life is full of surprises.” 

“Mhm,” you hum, rubbing your cheek nervously. 

“Or my weddings night,” he scoffs as he pinches the fabric along his thigh, sucking his teeth, “I suppose I’m not what you expected either?” 

“Huh?” You flinch and look at him, “what do you mean?” 

He inhales and lets it out slowly, “just... you know... it’s all happened so fast, didn’t it?” 

“Oh, right,” you turn to the screen again, “I... yeah.” 

“Don’t worry, sweetie, we can figure this out,” he coos, “as a family.” 

[foreststarflaime]

Can I have 13-15 for AGSZC?

Coming right up! Ty!!

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Angeal: took care of a fake plastic plant like it was a real one for several days before he noticed. This may or may not have been the result of a prank which he retaliated against in kind with extreme prejudice

Genesis: someone went through all his hardcovers and flipped their covers. He was really out of it one night and picked up one of his hardcover copies of Loveless. It took him much longer than it should have to realize that he was holding it upside down because the cover had been switched around and reading not off the page but from his own memory

Sephiroth: not letting his friends in on what he was dealing with with shinra hthrhrhh probably when Angeal forgot to give him a fork so he assumed the food he had been given (mac n cheese) was just supposed to be eaten with your hands. Genesis has a picture of the result framed in his apartment

Zack: repeatedly runs into poles/doorframes/etc quite often. He gets distracted talking to people or just by his own thoughts and completely forgets to watch where he’s going. Another contender: really liked being turned into a frog by various touch mes back in Gongaga, had to be rescued from this many times by his poor harried parents. Have you ever seen a frog do squats? Sotetsu has. Frequently

Cloud: Sephiroth passed by him in the hallways once. What ensued due to his nerves from that resembled some looney tunes or tom and jerry cartoon in its slapstick physical comedy. He tripped over himself in ways that should not be possible for the human body to achieve. He fell up the stairs

14. Most heroic moment

Angeal: we have not seen it play out in its entirety yet, but—there’s something to the simple gesture of just reaching out to your comrade, a scared, abused kid, and making sure he’s alright. Being there for him even when he pushes you away

Genesis: he was genuinely a hero. He may not have been fighting on the right side, he may have been somewhat selfish in pursuit of glory, but he took care of the people around him. Countless times he pushed himself to the brink of (and even over) mana exhaustion healing his fellow SOLDIERs, and troopers as well, himself. He saved a lot of lives that way, and many loved him for it, and were loyal to him for it—their Shinra-appointed commanders never took such care of them. Unfortunately, their loyalty did not pay off how anyone wished it would.

Sephiroth: I’m sorry I just still cannot get over how devastated he was by that random trooper’s death when they fell off the bridge in Nibelheim. He spent actual hours looking for him. The heights of true heroism right before the fall. I’m going to explode

Zack: dragging Cloud across the entire globe for an entire year straight while he was comatose and Zack himself was definitely not anywhere close to okay. And then making sure Cloud survived even when it seemed beyond hopeless—he could have left him and run and lived but he didn’t

Cloud: I so love that he just saw a sick kid and immediately made sure he’d have food and shelter and kindness and help, even when he himself was hurting too. Denzel <3

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Angeal: he did fight in the Wutai War, yknow. He probably killed a lot of people that didn’t deserve it, were just defending their homes. It’s that or making Zack kill him, or not reaching out to Seph when he saw he was struggling.

Genesis: killing his parents and whole village is pretty bad. It’s either that or—depending on how you split the blame between him and Hollander’s influence/lies/manipulation, turning his loyal SOLDIERs who stuck by his side into copies, making their lives a living hell. It might have been kinder to kill them.

Sephiroth: I mean. I think this one is fairly obvious 🔥🏠🏔️🗡️

Zack: again, a lot of the effects of just working for Shinra as a SOLDIER. You have to do some pretty bad stuff fighting for them. I could say stealing when he was on the run with Cloud but he had good reason for that and I don’t think it even comes close really

Cloud: leaving his friends when he wants to curl in on himself and shoulder all the burdens of his life on himself, making them worry and pushing them away when they would have been happy—and probably had more peace of mind—to help him

[moodycowplant]

112. A Taste of Home🏠.

The day of dinner with Conrad was approaching fast.

That morning, Lana woke up feeling under the weather again.

The nausea had returned, though not as intense as before, but now a fever had joined the mix. Still, she didn’t want to postpone the dinner any longer than they already had.

She needed Conrad by her side—ASAP.

Summoning what little strength she had left, she dragged herself through the motions of waking up, hoping the symptoms would ease as the day went on.

She reached for her phone, blinking against the screen’s brightness. A message from Conrad was already waiting for her.

"Good morning, my love. How are you feeling today? I hope a little better. Thinking about you. Got a long day ahead, but I’ll be counting the hours till dinner. Miss you. ❤️"

Lana smiled softly and typed back:

"Morning, my love. Hope your day goes smoothly. I miss you more. Can’t wait to see you tonight. ❤️"

She hesitated before sending it, deliberately leaving out any mention of her fever. If he knew, he’d insist on rescheduling, and she wasn’t willing to let that happen.

With that settled, she pushed herself out of bed, dressed, and went to the bathroom to go through her usual morning routine.

By the time she made it downstairs, the whole family was already up.

"You sleep well, dear?" Nova asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Yeah, seems like," Lana murmured, but Nova’s hand was already brushing against her forehead.

"You’re burning up, honey."

"It’s fine, Mom, just morning sickness," Lana said quickly, waving it off with a dismissive gesture. "I’ll be alright. Don’t worry."

She hugged Nova before she could protest.

The day passed in a blur. Lana fought to stay afloat, exhaustion hit at her with every step, but thankfully, as the hours dragged on, the worst of the sickness began to fade.

By the afternoon, the house was alive with the familiar chaos of meal preparations.

Nova had taken charge in the kitchen, and as always, the whole family had found a way to get involved, whether they were actually helping or just making things more complicated.

"I’m pretty sure your dough is too runny," Valerio commented, poking at Clary’s mixing bowl with a smirk. "Not sure your pie for Conrad is gonna hold up."

"You can’t cook at all, Valerio. Shut up," Clary shot back. "It’s called "Clary's pie for Conrad", not "Valerio’s pie for Conrad", okay?"

"Whatever you say, chief," he teased. "But I’m telling you, you need more flour."

"You don’t know what you’re talking about. Mom, tell him!" Clary turned to Nova with a dramatic huff.

"Not you two again," Nova sighed, shaking her head. "Valerio, let her be. Clary, honey, add a little bit more flour."

She poked at the dough, confirming Valerio’s suspicion.

"TOLD YA," Valerio mouthed silently, smirking.

Clary didn’t bother replying. She just stuck her tongue out at Valerio before returning her focus to the dough she was preparing.

"Honey, what can I help with?" Joseph asked, approaching Nova.

"Joe, sweetheart, please set the table and grab some drinks from the cellar. Thank you, love you," Nova said, pecking him on the cheek before returning to her cooking.

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Dinner was ready just in time.

Everyone had dressed up and was eagerly awaiting their guest.

Nova and Joseph were still upstairs, Valerio was in his room, and Clary was circling the dining table, making sure everything was in order—especially the pie she had made for Conrad, which she had carefully placed in the center.

Even though the family was excited to meet him, Lana felt her anxiety growing with every passing minute as the clock crept toward the agreed-upon six o’clock time.

A knock at the door.

Lana bolted from her spot and hurried to the front entrance, her heart pounding.

The moment she opened the door and saw Conrad’s bright smile, her anxiety vanished in an instant.

Her heart was still hammering in her chest, but now for a different reason—for love.

"Hi there, gorgeous," he said, immediately pulling her into a tight embrace and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

She melted into him, burying her face in his shoulder, inhaling his familiar cologne. Surprisingly, the scent didn’t make her feel sick—it made her take a deep, appreciative breath.

"I missed you so much," Conrad murmured against her hair.

"I missed you too, Conrad, you have no idea," she whispered, holding onto him like he was her lifeline.

"Oh, I can tell by the way you’re clinging to me," he teased, gently prying one of her arms loose to kiss her wrist.

"Shall we? I don’t want to keep your family waiting." He gestured toward the door and nudged her forward.

"Y-Yeah, sure." Lana tried to regain her composure.

Her hand hesitated on the doorknob for a moment before she took a deep breath and pushed it open.

To her surprise, the entire family was already gathered in the foyer, waiting.

Lana swallowed hard.

"Uh, guys, this is Conrad. Conrad Rice." She gestured between him and her family. "Conrad, meet my family. My father, Joseph Snow. My mother, Novelia Snow. My brother, Valerio. And my little sister, Clarissa."

"Nice to finally meet you, Conrad," Nova said warmly, stepping forward and lightly touching his arm in welcome. "Lana’s told us so much about you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Snow. I’ve heard so many good things about you as well," Conrad replied, smiling.

"Please, call me Nova. ‘Mrs. Snow’ makes me feel ancient."

"Sure… Mrs.—I mean, Nova," he corrected himself awkwardly, earning a chuckle from her.

"Welcome, Conrad. It’s a pleasure," Joseph said, extending a hand.

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Snow," Conrad replied, matching his formal tone as they shook hands.

"I’m next!" Clary announced, shoving past Valerio and grabbing Conrad’s hand. "Hi, Conrad! I’m Clarissa, but you can call me Clary. You are so handsome! My sister is a lucky one." Without waiting for a response, she began tugging him toward the living room. "Come on! I made you a pie!"

"Oh! Uh—hi, Clary! Nice to meet you," Conrad laughed, barely getting the words out between her nonstop chatter.

"Clary, let him breathe," Valerio said, stepping forward and gently pushing her aside.

"Hey, man. I’m Valerio. But I’m sure you already know that." His smirk was accompanied by a side-eye at his little sister as he extended his hand.

"Of course. Lana speaks of you with great fondness. Happy to finally meet you, brother," Conrad replied, shaking his hand.

"Alright, now that introductions are done, let’s not let dinner get cold," Nova announced, gesturing toward the dining table.

As everyone moved toward their seats, Conrad reached into his pocket. "Wait—Mrs. Snow, I brought something for you."

"Just Nova, dear. And oh, how thoughtful of you!" She accepted the carefully wrapped package with a smile.

Conrad had brought small gifts for everyone, based on Lana’s stories about them. Clarissa was particularly thrilled with her new makeup kit.

"Oh my gosh! How did you know? This is the new collection! Alycia is going to be so jealous! Thank you, Conrad!" Clary squealed, throwing her arms around him.

"Alright, everyone! Now, seriously, sit down! Dinner is waiting!" Nova interrupted, laughing at the chaos.

Once everyone had settled, plates were filled, and conversation flowed.

Conrad, in solidarity with Lana, drank juice the entire evening, always keeping an eye on her to make sure she was comfortable.

Valerio, seated across from him, watched him closely—almost like he was assessing his every move.

Clary, ever so bubbly, was determined to hold his attention.

"So, Conrad, dear, tell us more about yourself," Nova said gently, looking at him. "Where are you from? Who are your parents? Lana mentioned you study with her?"

Lana stopped chewing with a slight worry flickering in her eyes as she glanced at Conrad.

She knew this topic might be sensitive for him.

"Mom, too many questions at once," she interjected.

"Ughm—" Conrad quickly chewed, swallowing his food so he could answer properly. "It's okay, Lana," he reassured her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "I’m from Chestnut Ridge, born and raised there. My father is a politician and businessman, and my mother is... well, his wife," he said with a small, amused smile, showing that he was okay with turning it into a joke. "She mostly took care of everything at home and runs a couple of charity funds." His voice softened. "We’re not very close, though. Definitely not like what you have here in your family." He offered a small, slightly bitter smile but quickly regained his composure. "And yes, Lana and I study the same specialty, but I’ve branched out more into comedy."

"Ah, that’s interesting. So you plan to lead your own shows in the future?" Joseph asked, quickly engaging in the conversation.

"That’s certainly in my plans, Mr. Snow. But for now, I’m more focused on writing scripts for other comedians."

"Dad, Conrad actually landed a huge gig recently! A well-respected studio hired him to write a script for one of their best performers, right, honey?" Lana said proudly, glancing between Conrad and Joseph.

"Impressive," Joseph nodded in approval. "Really impressive."

As the dinner continued, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Everyone slowly adjusted to Conrad’s presence, and he, in turn, felt warmed by their welcoming spirit. He started to relax, letting himself enjoy the evening.

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Midway through the meal, right before dessert, Lana suddenly felt a little dizzy.

She excused herself and stepped away from the table. Conrad immediately noticed and, with concern across his face, followed her.

By the time they reached the bathroom door, the dizziness had passed, and the wave of nausea seemed to subside.

"Are you alright? Need anything? Water, maybe?" Conrad asked with his worry evident as he touched her face, checking her temperature.

"I’m okay. No need, I feel better. Thank you," she said, panting slightly while leaning into him. "I guess I just needed a bit of fresh air."

"Your sickness is back? Why didn’t you tell me? We would’ve—"

"Yeah, we would’ve canceled?" she cut him off with a knowing smile on her lips as she kissed his cheek. "That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you—because you would’ve canceled it."

"Ah, Lana…" He shook his head, sighing. "Please, just promise me you’ll make your health a priority. I’m begging you."

"Okay. But I wanted to see you, to be close to you. I didn’t want to postpone it."

She got into his embrace, seeking warmth and comfort.

"So, how am I doing?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"Great. I saw their looks—they all like you," she said with a smile, tilting her head up to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

"You think? I don’t know about your brother, though. He looked at me like—" he trailed off, mimicking Valerio’s piercing stare.

"What, Valerio? Nah, he’s cool. He liked you, I’m sure," she giggled. "He’s just overprotective and too serious sometimes. Don’t take it personally."

"Okay, if you say so."

"Mhm," she murmured before deepening the kiss.

"Lana, ugh... your family is right across the room. Slow down," he chuckled against her lips, slowly pulling away.

"I don’t care, I missed you," she murmured, leaning back in.

"We shouldn’t make them wait," he said, gently nudging her face away with a smile before wrapping her in a deep hug.

She let out a breathy sigh. "Mmhmm, alright."

"By the way, I spoke to my parents—I want you to stay with us for the time being. So, you’re staying here with me," she said with a playful giggle.

"Lana, I—" he started, but she gave him a childish pout. "Ugh… How can I say no to those eyes of yours? Sure, I’ll stay," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they made their way back to the table.

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As soon as they returned, Clary rushed up and grabbed Conrad’s hand, dragging him toward the table.

"Conrad! Lana, let him be for a moment—he's gotta try my pie. Hey, Conrad, please try it," she said, pushing a plate with a chocolate pie closer to him.

"Yeah, Conrad, try it. Or, she would never stop yapping about it," Valerio teased, smirking at Clary.

"Oh, shut up! You’re just envy that I can make a pie like this and you can’t," she shot back.

"Of course I am," Valerio laughed, then turned to Conrad, silently urging him to just try it already.

"Okay, okay, it’s impossible to say no to such a delicious-looking pie," Conrad said, taking a bite.

Clary leaned forward, practically watching his every chew. "So? What do you think?"

"Mmm, delicious! Thank you, Clary. It’s really tasty—I appreciate the thought. Chocolate pies are my favorite," he said sincerely, still savoring the bite.

"Told ya he'd love it! And the flour was just enough!" she grinned at Valerio before grabbing a slice for herself.

Valerio shook his head with a soft smile, finding the whole thing adorable.

The rest of the evening continued smoothly.

The family gave Conrad their full attention, asking about his hobbies, plans, and sharing their own stories.

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By the end of dinner, Conrad helped Nova and Joseph clean up while Lana went upstairs to rest as her dizziness returned.

As Conrad finished loading the dishwasher, Nova suddenly appeared behind him, startling him slightly.

"Oh, I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t mean to startle you," she said with an amused smile. "I just wanted to say thank you."

He raised an eyebrow. "For what, Mrs.—I mean, Nova?" he corrected with a smile.

"For loving and taking care of my daughter. For coming here, talking to her, making sure she’s okay. And for my future grandchild," she added with a knowing smile.

Conrad swallowed, emotions welling in his chest. "I should be thanking you, Nova—for your daughter. She’s amazing. I can’t imagine my life without her anymore."

"I’m really happy to hear that, Conrad. I see what she sees in you, and I understand why she was so enthusiastic about you. Welcome to the family, dear. We’re glad to have you." She pulled him into a warm hug.

His heart got lost in a mix of joy and emotion.

Feeling welcomed by this family was a blessing.

"Thank you, Mrs.—I mean, Nova," he said, hugging her back. "I’d better go check on Lana."

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When he reached Lana’s room, she immediately hugged him at the doorstep, kissing him deeply. "I’ve missed you so much."

He returned her kiss, matching her intensity.

When they finally pulled apart, she handed him some clothes to change into.

After he returned from the bathroom, he found her standing by the mirror, her hand gently resting on her belly.

Conrad stepped closer, waving at her belly. "Hello, little one. It’s me, your dad," he said with a soft smile. "Your mom and I can’t wait to meet you. We love you so much."

Kneeling down, he brushed his lips lightly against Lana’s belly before tilting his head up to meet her gaze.

"Thank you—for this. For the chance to be with you, be a part of your life, your family, to be a father, and to be loved. I can’t express how much this means to me. I love you, Lana."

She cupped his shoulders, pulling him back up, and kissed him softly. "I love you too, Conrad. More than anything."

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[halodbethyname]

Planets in the Fourth House

🏠👶🏻🤰🏻THE FOURTH HOUSE: the home life, early childhood. Personal origins, one’s past, also the relationship to the mother and home. Planets in this house may have an effect on this relationship, as well as how one processes past events, and their home life.

☉THE SUN: the family and family welfare are important to this individual, likely always keeping this at the forefront of their mind when making decisions, family and home life are big sources of personal pride or identity. May come off as a homebody or even stuck in their past, relationship with the mother is emphasized.

☾THE MOON: emotional state often linked to home life, feels most comfortable in their own space, the relationship with the mother is likely significant. Family is often a high or the highest priority for these individuals. Can have welcoming/calming presence.

☿MERCURY: likely to create a comfortable/pleasant space for themselves in the home, may find creative or intellectual inspiration the most when at home or with family. Communication with the mother is highlighted. These individuals were likely well educated in their youth.

♀VENUS: venus does well in the fourth house, giving the native a pleasant and friendly disposition, altruism, humility, and also blesses them(with the best aspects) with happiness, comfort, luxury, convenience.

♂MARS: can breed resilience, one with strong determination and resolve. May be disharmony in the home life or relationship with the mother, but usually contributes positively to the native’s personal motivation. Independence is emphasized here and the individual may have to learn this to fend for themselves.

♃JUPITER: luck and opportunities may come to these natives most through the family and home, such as through inheritance. They may have a developed spiritual sense centered around the family or participate actively in their family’s beliefs. Jupiter loves the fourth house, and blessing its natives with a prosperous home and hearth.

♄SATURN: may have felt or even physicallybeen restricted as a child, likely due to the home life or mother(or more nurturing parent) these redtrictions may create reservedness in these individuals that they must overcome to benefit from the business success that fourth house saturn can give. As always with saturn though, diligence and dedication yield the only results.

♅URANUS: this may have been an unconventional home life and maternal relationship. May have even moved around alot or the mother may have had an unconventional method of providing. Independence is likely very important to them, often a desire to understand or calm the chaos that their domestic life can be.

♆NEPTUNE: vivid, deep imaginations. May spend a lot of time in thought of how theyd like their home to be, main goal may be to achieve their dream home. They are intuitive, especially regarding their home, family, mother.

♇PLUTO: power struggles within the maternal relationship. The mother may be domineering or controlling, or even manipulative. Feelings of safety in the home life may have been difficult to attain for these natives. Early intimidation they must overcome to unlock their personal and professional power

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m3 post-canon worldbuilding thoughts

🌏🐉🌞👷👇

🐲 the dark dragon is a real flesh and blood island-sized beast, but also a symbolic embodiment of the earth's love. she cherishes all living things, including humanity. she wept in her sleep when humans destroyed the world. once awakened, she circles the globe, slowly bleeding love and life and magic back into the soil.

🌱 the dark dragon's powers were overstated. though the message of sheer hope saving the earth works beautifully in the context of a video game ending - if we're breakin into post-canon fanworks, "magic will instantly solve the climate crisis & systemic political rot & grant us a clean slate" doesn't cut it for me. though the dragon grants them a second chance, humanity's still gotta spend the next several generations helping her restore the world. planting seeds, rebuilding from the wreckage of old cities, inventing sustainable tech and systems of self-governance, the whole nine yards.

🌊 when she came outta the ground, the dragon broke nowhere into pieces. it's now a sprawling archipelago of at least 100 islands. a lot of familiar locations remain mostly intact, but some places close to the needles (like osohe castle and the chimera lab) have been submerged and destroyed. much of the first few years postgame are spent mapping out the new landscape, and discovering new ways to navigate it. (kinda like how coming out of a traumatic living situation & grappling with ptsd involves re-contextualizing old memories & spaces, learning to navigate the world all over again, etc 🥲)

🏠 tazmily's got a big cliffside carved down the middle of town square, and a few broken chunks severed off, with steep ocean drops between 'em. the community comes together to restore their town with a web of stairways and bridges. though it looks like a shabby disaster zone at first, it takes on a charming and well-loved vibe over the years. maybe one day i'll find the time to sketch some scenes.

🚣‍♀️ the best way to get around the new nowhere is by boat. kayaks, canoes, and sailboats become quite popular. incidentally, most tazmilians had experience with ship-building & seafaring (that's naturally how they made it to nowhere on a big white ship). they'd locked this knowledge away with their memories, fearing what'd happen if they took to the sea again and discovered their dark history. as they gradually regain their traumatic memories, they also regain their capacity to engage with the present world.

🫠 without porky's influence, the folks he brought to nowhere are also slowly regaining memories & coming to their senses. these people find themselves stranded in a distant future, utterly misled, with no hope of returning home. most of 'em settle initially into tazmily, helping the villagers rebuild the only settlement left on planet fucking earth, whether out of the goodness of their hearts or sheer need to survive. it's an awkward adjustment. most everyone understands the state of mutual dependence they're all stuck in, and some folks (perhaps inspired by lucas) offer tremendous kindness to strangers. but others are reluctant to trust ex-pigmasks, and vice versa. others still lash out or self-isolate in vain frustration at the hopelessness of their situation, separated irrevocably from their homes and families. it takes several years for the last humans alive to really come to terms, and truly come together.

🐽 there's a splinter branch of ex-pigmasks who fuck off to the ruined highway islets where thunder tower used to be, declaring their ongoing loyalty to porky. they build a new settlement called "the pigpen." their poorly-organized isolationist stint lasts less than a decade, caving to a lack of supplies & the utmost generosity from tazmilians offering aid. the pigpen ultimately becomes a wholly benign settlement. some folks even move there for a change of pace. the vibe of the place starts leanin' toward punk culture, with post-apocalyptic garage rock bands and outcasts helpin' each other get by. (i think kuma & her wife live here. it's probably dcmc's home base too.)

🌫️ porky himself resides in the crumbled wreckage of new pork city, slowly sinking into the ocean over the course of 20 years. sometimes tazmilians come to salvage technology & supplies, but they learn to steer clear of the king's capsule. he's got nothing worthwhile left to offer humanity, and vice versa… (i've written 2 fics set here. i'm very normal and not at all sick in the head about the symbolic weight of this concept.)

🌲 lucas & isaac start a "ranger service" organization that preserves natural wildlife and manages chimeras. much of their work involves relocating troublesome chimeras to more suitable environments, dismantling their excessive weaponry, providing veterinary care & mechanical repairs. after some initial debate, it's accepted as a law of the land that all things have a right to live - even the most inconvenient of porky's lab experiments.

☀️ dr andonuts leads the charge in developing new sustainable technology, starting with a foundation of green energy tech that exists today. tazmily's powered by wind & solar farms (built mostly by ex-pigmasks, as an earnest show of repentance and solidarity). i think there's some carbon capture tech going on, tryin to reverse the lingering effects of climate change. i have a crystal clear image in my head of these funny clunky solar powered trucks they use for moving equipment, and i swear one of these days i'm gonna draw claus with one, trucker hat n' all, lookin' peak redneck in the driver's seat.

🚢 a few years postgame, a "world ship" is constructed - a vessel that can carry brave travelers to the old world's abandoned continents. they find no survivors out there. just lifeless ruins, and swaths of parched wilderness. lucas & pals take annual trips to salvage for precious scraps of history, survey the state of natural environemnts across the world, and help restore said environments through ecological work. i've written little snippets of this in a few fics… would love to write somethin wholly set within one of these expeditions one day, if i can come up with a solid story premise.

🏝️ another settlement crops up on the japanese island of kyushu (the nearest major landmass to nowhere). it's plainly dubbed "kyushu-two." much of the island's been submerged due to rising sea levels, but nowhere-folk are by this point used to a waterlogged seafaring lifestyle. a lotta non-tazmilians eagerly move here, itching to be "anywhere but nowhere." it develops a laidback and kinda artsy culture.

🤝 with only a few hundred people left on earth, a necessity to share resources, and a damning lesson learned from traditional systems of government, tazmily & other settlements become more or less anarcho-communist. though there are leadership roles, no one person is in charge of anything, and major decisions are made collectively by community members. i don't think they keep using currency, at least not for long. unlearning systems of hierarchy & authority is a challenge for many - even including some tazmilians, once they've regained their memories. call it a utopian fantasy, but they make the effort willingly, humbled by all that's transpired.

✨ new psychics are born at a higher rate than usual on postgame nowhere. (whatever "usual" is. i assume it's always been pretty exceptionally rare.) kumatora takes up the mantle of teachin' 'em how to use their powers, and passing down history the magifolk taught her. her worldly expeditions often involve seeking evidence of PSI in ancient societies - she's bringin' back stuff like PSI teleport and lore from dalaam & scaraba. she sees it as her duty to keep this knowledge alive, cuz she's the only one who can. (and to ensure future psychics don't have to feel lost & alone like lucas did, or like she did when her family disappeared 🥲)

🥼 claus has their eco-lab in the mothafuckin' arizona desert wasteland, developing new chimeras to repair ecosystems, y'all know the deal. it's kinda sad to think they probably won't live to see the full impact of their efforts - but then again, no one else will in this world, it's all a multi-generational effort. sweet to imagine in the long run there'll be lotsa silly & wonderful new organisms out there making the earth a greener, livelier place. i think they might even do some projects to revive species that went extinct when the world was destroyed. or at least, creating chimeras that can fulfill their likenesses and ecological niches.

🏃 a bunch of the characters travel around constantly i think. like lucas' home is tazmily, but he probably spends like 75% of his time elsewhere - expeditions, visiting loved ones, ranger work & odd jobs, etc. likewise for claus, kuma, duster, nana probably. dcmc tours on a big sailboat. flint might be one of the only major characters who mostly stays put. he gets sad if he leaves hinawa by her lonesome for too long.....

[moms-against-homestucks]

Please 🙏 help me 🧐 identify 👀 what this strange Devil 😈 😈Worship shrine 😬 means!! I found it in my daugher’s 👧 room while looking 🫣for Homes 🏠 Stuck things.

[oftlunarialmoon]

SHOWS on YOUTUBE part 2

Gravity Falls Full Episodes Gravity Falls First Episode! | Tourist Trapped | S1 E1

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E2 | The Legend of the Gobblewonker

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E3 | Headhunters

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E4 | The Hand That Rocks the Mabel

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E5 | The Inconveniencing

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E6 | Dipper vs. Manliness

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E7 | Double Dipper

Gravity Falls Full Episode | Irrational Treasure | S1 E8

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E9 | The Time Traveler's Pig

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E10 | Fight Fighters

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E11 | Little Dipper

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E12 | Summerween

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E13 | Boss Mabel

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Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E15 | The Deep End

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E16 | Carpet Diem

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Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E18 | Land Before Swine

Gravity Falls Full Episode | S1 E19 | Dreamscaperers

DuckTales Season 1 Full Episodes

Phineas and Ferb Full Episodes

Welcome to Jurassic Elmore! 🦖 | The Fight | Gumball's Mega 3-Hour Compilation | Cartoon Network

50 MINUTES Of SpongeBob's Krabby Patty INVENTIONS! | Nickelodeon Cartoon Universe

Sunday Super Marathon! - Adventure Time | Cartoon Network

Season 6 Marathon! Finn and Jake - The Way of Family | Adventure Time | Cartoon Network

We Bare Bears All Season 2 Episodes | Cartoon Network | Cartoons for Kids

Bluey Seasons 1, 2, and 3 FULL EPISODES 💙 | Unicorse, Mini Bluey, Pass the Parcel, and More! | Bluey

Bluey Seasons 1 and 2 FULL EPISODES 💙 Baby Race, Movies, Ice Cream and more! | Bluey

Bluey FULL Episodes Seasons 1 - 3 💙 | Featuring Dad Baby, Faceytalk and more! | 2 HOURS | Bluey

The Shell | Gumball 

Girls Night Out BEST Episodes! | Teen Titans Go! | ‪@dckids‬

FULL EPISODE: Haunted | Teen Titans | Cartoon Network

Spookiz: The Movie | Cartoons for Kids | Official Full Movie

Unicorn Academy FULL MOVIE Part 1! | Cartoons for Kids

Kim Possible Valentine's Day Episode 💘 | S4 E4 | Full Episode | The Cupid Effect | ‪@disneychannel‬

Totally Spies! S1EP09 - Model Mayhem Madness! | Full Episode 👗

Totally Spies! S1EP10 - Gladiators Gone Crazy: Spy Showdown! | Full Episode ⚔️

Totally Spies! S1EP11 - Silicon Valley Spy Tech Takeover! | Full Episode 📱

Stuck in the Middle First Episode | S1 E1 | Full Episode | ‪@disneychannel‬

Stuck in the Sweet Seat | S1 E2 | Full Episode | Stuck in the Middle | ‪@disneychannel‬

That's So Raven First Episode | S1 E1 | Full Episode | ‪@disneychannel‬

Baxter's Back 🏠 | S1 E1 | Full Episode | Raven's Home | Disney Channel

The Suite Life on Deck ⚓️ First Full Episode | S1 E1 | The Suite Life Sets Sail | ‪@disneychannel‬

That's So Suite Life of Hannah Montana | Full Epiosde | Crossover | ‪@disneychannel‬

Hannah Montana Vs. Mikayla Full Episode | Hannah Montana | ‪@disneychannel‬

Liv and Maddie Full Episode! | What A Girl Is Episode | S2 E10 | Rate a Rooney | ‪@disneychannel‬

Can't Always Get What You Carpet | S1 E6 | Full Episode | Wizards of Waverly Place | ‪@disneychannel‬

Lizzie McGuire Back To School Full Episode | S2 E14 | Just Like Lizzie | ‪@disneychannel‬

Lizzie McGuire First Full Episode! | S1 E1 | Rumors | ‪@disneychannel‬

Even Stevens First Full Episode! | S1 E1 | ‪@disneychannel‬

Crazy Ten Minute Sale 💸 | S1 E1 | Full Episode | Wizards of Waverly Place | Disney Channel

First! 🎥 | S1 E1 | Full Episode | Bizaardvark | Disney Channel

Gabby Duran & the Unsittables First Full Episode! 👽 | Disney Channel

Wizard School, Part 1 | S1 E13 | Full Episode | Wizards of Waverly Place | ‪@disneychannel‬

Wizard School, Part 2 | S1 E14 | Full Episode | Wizards of Waverly Place | ‪@disneychannel‬

That's So Raven Full Episode | S3 E10 | True Colors | ‪@disneychannel‬

The Ghost in Suite 613 👻| S1 E19 | Full Episode | The Suite Life of Zack and Cody | Disney Channel

Zack & Cody Reservation Full Episode | S1 E14 | The Suite Life on Deck | ‪@disneychannel‬

Good Luck Charlie Time Travel Episode | Full Episode | ‪@disneychannel‬

The First Episode of Good Luck Charlie! | S1 E1 | Full Episode | ‪@disneychannel‬

The First Episode of Girl Meets World 🌍 | S1 E1 | Full Episode | ‪@disneychannel‬

Rockers & Writers | Full Episode | Austin & Ally | S1 E1 | ‪@disneychannel‬

Transplanted | S1 E1 | Full Episode | A.N.T. Farm | ‪@disneychannel‬

A.N.T. Farm Calling All The Monsters Full Episode | S1 E14 | mutANT Farm | ‪@disneychannel‬

NEW SERIES PREMIERE of Disney's Villains of Valley View 💥| Full Episode | S1 E1 | ‪@disneychannel‬

[birthing1020]

🤰3️⃣ 🏠(alone) 💦 ⏳

Tags; Female, triplets, home, orgasmic birth, overdue

You rub your sensitive and heavy belly, being a week overdue and on this hot day, you were not enjoying this pregnancy! Your partner was at work and you were stuck at home until you felt it was necessary for these triplets to come into the world. It would be hours alone at home.

It was uncomfortably warm this day, as you slowly sat up and waddled out of the bed, you threw your pajama top off. Your breasts already heavy and ready to be milked, your nipples hardened at the soft fabric being tossed off your body.

You looked in the mirror at your newly found body, your belly super tight, the belly button protruded. Your thighs thicker and your ass had gotten wider — but, your partner loved the new you and what your triplets had done to your body, he had much more to grab.

You pulled your panties down and stuck your bump into the air, the weight of your triplets making it nearly impossible to even see your feet! You could barely move, but you could see everything in front of your mirror — and you had the sudden urge to use your small and handy vibrator.

You waddle to the bathroom and grab the silicone device. You kneel in front of the mirror, your bump almost touching the ground, but you could maneuver around to reach your eager clit. You flick the device on and allow your hand to go to town.

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Throwing your head back, you shut your eyes and moan. “Ooooh.” You bite your lower lip and grunt at the sensations of your clit being taken advantage of. You spread your legs to their full capacity, your bump hanging in the middle, but that didn’t stop you from taking advantage of this moment — it was something you needed to have!

You thrust your heavy hips forward, your vibrator circling your sweet spot. The sensations making you shake and moan louder, the fact that you were home alone meant you could scream and it didn’t matter. You kneel higher, using one hand to raise your belly; giving you full access to your soaked cunt, you were so wet and it made this experience much more erotic!

“Oh God, oh God!” You chant out and push your vibrator inside you, the speed only going faster as you climax around your toy. Your hand squeezed between your thighs as the most intense orgasm ripples through your core. “Holy shit!” You grunt out and as you pull the toy out, fluid trickles down your thighs and it wasn’t the aftermath from your toy.

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You were all too sensitive from your climax, but it was time and you couldn’t call for help. You position yourself in front of the mirror, your cunt in full view, pulsating from the intense climax that pushed you into labor.

Your hands now cupping your cunt as you lye on your back, you are now panting from all the sensations happening to you at once. You spread your lips open and begin fingering yourself, you throw your head back and let out a pain-filled and pleasurable moan. The contractions now tightening your belly, but you needed to concentrate on getting all three of these babies out.

Your hips buck from the pain, but you moan loudly from your fingers playing with your clit. You watch the mirror as your cunt begins to contract and loosen, your finger moving faster as you feel the urge to push. You grunt and brace yourself. “Ohhh!” You screech out and cum around your fingers, between the pushing and coming, you begin to feel the head crown. You pant and screech again, your lips slowly opening as a head slides out. You fall back and pant harshly, both hands slowly pulling out the first baby in your grasp. You quickly bring your baby to your chest and cut the cord, lying the first baby down, you knew you had two more to push out of this achy cunt.

~~~~~~

After you catch your breath, you slowly stand up. With one hand rubbing your belly that was eager to push another baby out, you waddle your way into the living room.

You sit on the arm of your couch, you planned on using this fabric to toy with your leaking cunt when another contraction hits.

“Please come out for mommy.” You whine and plead with the babies that were still stuck in your womb. You began toying with your nipples, milk slowly squiring out of the most sensitive buds. You moan and grunt, leaving a well deserved mess on the floor in front of you. You spread your legs back open, your chest and breasts pushed into the air as you began going back to town on your throbbing clit.

The more aroused you got, the more drenched were your fingers and it drove you over the edge. Your breathing intensified as your belly contracts all over again and you knew it was almost time for your cunt to expand. You breathe deeply, standing yourself up through the pain. With one leg on the couch, you grind your pulsating cunt on the fabric. “Oh~.” You moan out and hiss in pain at the same time, your liquids soaking into the fabric, but pushing yourself into something stiff felt so good!

Your hand met the fabric of the couch and your bulging vagina, you felt the pain of your second baby shifting, slowly pushing its away down into your birth canal. You were so close to crowning! You just have to keep edging yourself ~. Your fingers go back to town, rhythmically tugging and playing with your clit. “Ooooh!” You hunch over and moan loudly, your hormones now all over the place with so much pleasure and pain at hand.

Your second baby now shifts into place and the crowning is about to begin. Another contraction hits your hardened belly and you push your cunt into your hand, with one leg extended on the couch, you squat down and begin to push. “Please. Come. Out. For. Mommy!” You screech and push down, your fingers forcing open your lips as a head falls into your hand, the other quickly playing at your clit. Between the sensitivity, you come hard around your fingers as your baby falls out.

You pant and catch your breath — one last baby to go and you had a world of surprises for when your partner gets home. You cut the cord and lye your baby down, preparing for the last birth of the night.

~~~~~~~~~

You waddle over to your birthing ball, your legs too exhausted to remain standing, your leaky breasts ready to be played with and you were ready for one last climax to send you over the edge.

You position the birthing ball in front of the mirror, so you can watch your cunt be played with. You sit down and rotate your hips, the thought of riding a cock about now made your lips soak in arousal.

“C’mon baby, just slide on out for mommy.” You coo at your belly and rub the underneath. “You need to meet us all and I need to take a break.” You watch the mirror and rub your more than filled breasts, milk leaking out with each touch. They were fuller than normal and dragging down, but you needed to do something to speed up this last birthing process.

You begin to bounce and moan, the ball doing its job at keeping your hips in place. You watch the mirror as liquid trickles down your legs again. “That’s right, baby. Please slide on out.” You try to negotiate with the baby in your womb, exhausted was such an understatement as you just birthed two babies.

You move your hips forward and back, thrusting with each rotation. “Oooh! Please!” You moan out and play with rub on your clit, the anticipation and ecstasy picking back up. The last and final contraction overtakes your belly and tightens it back up. Your fingers move faster, the falling all too natural at this point. “Oh! Oh!” You feel the last baby shifting down into place, now entering the birth canal as the urge to push gets stronger — and stronger — this last climax should end it all.

You toss your head back and screech out in pleasure and bliss. “Holy shit!” With one final push, your baby slides out in full as you come around your fingers. You shake and groan in pleasure, your insides now sore and sensitive — you were so glad for this experience to be over.

Until next time.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 6

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You can’t remember the last time you had the house to yourself. Even if your mother’s just next door, it feels a little lighter around there. And you’re happy for her. Maybe having Steve around will be good. He can be an outlet so she doesn’t have to put all her frustrations on you. 

She was happy when she left, even excited. That’s another rarity in your life. 

You start your day off with a tea. The apple cinnamon bags are a bit old so you use two. You bring the cup into your room and get your table set up with your pencils and sketchbook. You open the window to let in the sunlight, the natural light much brighter than the yellowed bulb above. 

You know your mom would tell you to do something more useful than just scribble in your sketchbook. You got the dishes done last night. Steve offered to help but you deflected as you foresaw your mom’s disapproval. You can’t let company pick up your slack. 

You try to wipe away the anxiety of last night. It’s over now. You shouldn’t have worry very much about it again. 

You finish your tea. It’s cold by the time you get to the dregs. You sit back to look over your sketch. Your eyes feel a bit fuzzy from hyperfocusing on that one stamen. You rub your brow and yawn. The sun shifts and you look over at the old alarm clock on your nightstand. It’s close to noon. 

Something else catches your eye. You look up at the window across from yours. The curtain ripples around the gap before it’s pulled open from inside. Steve stands on the other side of the pane. Can he see you? 

You can’t tell as he turns away without acknowledgement. The glare of the sun should hide your room well enough. You never really thought of it as your blinds are closed more often than not. 

You get up to rinse out your cup. You stretch your legs as you pace in the kitchen. You’re restless. You’re so used to your mom and her demands and expectations, that having your own time feels aimless. 

You could surprise your mother with dinner. Have it in the oven when she comes home. It’s still early but you can make something more than boxed macaroni. It will be a good cushion to fall back on when you remind her about tomorrow’s appointment. 

🏠

When your mother returns, you can see the fatigue around her eyes. For as little as she goes out, you’re not surprised. What strikes you, is how happy she is. You help her to her recliner and she sighs as she leans back. 

“Such a nice man,” she keeps repeating.  

You smile and let her regale you with a recounting of her day. Still, you can’t help but wait for the pendulum to swing back to normal. She leans her head in her hand, her eyes distant. 

“I swear, the universe sent him to me,” she says, “it had to. It was how much I need someone.” She drops her hand and traces her finger around the armrest, “sick, got a lazy daughter, stuck in this damn house...” 

There it is. You frown. You mash your hands together and waver. 

“I made dinner,” you offer. 

“I don’t want KD,” she snips. 

“I made... I made shepherd’s pie,” you offer meekly, “should be almost done.” 

“Hm, wondered what that stench was.” 

You frown. “I can put it in the fridge for tomorrow. Be good to have something we can just heat up after the doctor’s.” 

“Doctor?” She grumbles, “eh... I forgot.” 

She slumps and her eyes dull. You can’t help the pang in your chest. Sometimes you wish it was you who was sick. It feels like you deserve it more than her. 

“Hopefully it’s good. If you can get the surgery--” 

“Surgery!? Surgery. You keep going on about the damn thing,” she barks. “They can’t fix me, girl, get that through your head.” 

“I know, mom, but they can help--” 

“Like you help me? Crittering around here like a rat!” She hits the armrest violently, “would ya leave me be?” She closes her eyes and turns her face away, deflating once more, “ruined a good day...” 

You sniffle and slowly turn on your heel. You should have known better. You should have just left her alone. As much as she rants about you staying in your room, she prefers you there. Out of sight, out of mind. 

🏠

The next day, your mother doesn’t say much. Her silence is just a bitter as her words. You don’t push it. She gets in the car without argument and you set off into town. Even if she says it’s a waste of time, she listens intently to the doctor and answers all his questions. It’s only when she has to go through the tests that she shows her agitation. 

After some hours spent at the specialist clinic, you’re free to go. Your mom is just as quiet. You feel her mood roiling in the air. Her hand is shaking to the point that she’s hissing at it. 

You steer down to the corner and linger at the stop sign. 

“Mom,” you squeak, “you want some orange julius? A treat for the way home?” 

“Don’t talk to me like a damn child,” she snarls. “Let’s just go. I’m tired. Got no blood left in me.” 

You nod and bite your tongue. Maybe you can just put her to bed. Her naps are a respite, though you find yourself anxious in the silence, terrified of waking her prematurely.  

As you pull onto the suburban avenue, you slow and approach your drive. You pull in and shut off the engine. You get out and go around to help your mom. You open her door and she hauls herself out, tisking under her breath. 

“Didn’t see him,” she mutters. 

“Good afternoon,” Steve’s voice answers your question before you can ask. You look over the hood as he waves from his porch, “busy day?” 

Your mother steels herself and forces a smile, “just went to the doctors.” 

“Oh, everything okay?” He asks. 

“Sure,” she chimes, “just some tests. Nothing serious.” 

“Good to hear,” he stands behind the porch railing, arches crossed, “day’s not over yet. Still lots of time to enjoy the sun.” 

“Mhmm,” you mom grabs onto your wrist, shaking you as leans into you. “Nice day out.” 

“I was gonna do up a milkshake, if you ladies wanted to join me I got plenty to go around.” 

“Milkshakes?” Your mother considers, “mm, I’d have to change out of these.” She looks down, “smell like a hospital.” 

“Sure, take your time,” Steve says, “how about you, honey? I got strawberry. You seem like a strawberry type.” 

“Eh, she’s more a vanilla type,” your other cackles. “Plain.” 

“Got that too,” Steve ignores the joke. “I understand if you’re tired out though. Don’t wanna be too desperate over here, just wouldn’t mind the company.” 

“I’ll be over soon,” your mom assures him, “she’s got some laundry to do.” 

She keeps hold of you and points you towards the house. You help her inside, even though she does her best to hid how she clings to you. Her steps are uneven and stunted. You get through the front door and help her sit on the chair you keep by the door, just in case. 

“Goddamnit,” she’s shaking pretty bad. “Help me, you dumb girl.” 

“I... I don’t...” 

“Get my goddamn inhaler. I forgot it this morning.” 

“Oh, uh, okay.” 

You hurry down the hall and to bathroom. It isn’t in the cabinet. You go back out and scan the table. Not their either. You find it next to her recliner. You wish she’d keep it one place. You go back to her and hand it over. 

“I’m gonna go over,” she says before she huffs from the canister, “you’re gonna stay here. Out of my way.” 

“Alright,” you agree. You prefer that anyway. 

She takes a minute before she gets up. She shooes you away and you retreat to your bedroom. You sit on your bed and wring your hands, waiting as you listen to her. She doesn’t say goodbye before she leaves. Only the front door slamming lets you know she’s gone. 

You exhale and pull the fold out table up to the edge of the bed. You open your sketchbook and stare at the pencil. You don’t feel like drawing but you have nothing else to do. You just sit, looking at the amaryllis. You can pick out every flaw in your work. You close the cover and frown. 

A knock startles you and you stand up. Oh gosh, it’s probably Marge. What is it now? Is the siding too stained? Are the steps crooked? You get up and shuffles down the hall. You open the front door, hiding behind it as you poke your head around. 

Steve has the screen door propped open against his elbow. He holds a tall glass filled with pink, “here. Figured I’d bring this over.” 

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you accept the condensating glass, a wide straw poking out of the whipped cream topped drink. 

“Maybe next time you can pop over too,” he suggests, “I’ve been working on getting the pool going...” he grins, “it’ll be a good summer for it.” 

You nod and look down at the milkshake. 

“Really nice of you,” you say. 

“It’s nothing, sweetie,” he puts his hand on the door above him, looking down at you, “enjoy.” 

“Uh,” you look at him then at the straw. You don’t want to be rude. You put your lips around the tip and take a sip. “Mm, yup, good. Thank you.” 

His blue eyes stick to you and he drags his hand down the door, “I’ll make a deal. You come over to see the pool when it’s ready, and I’ll make you another. How about that, sweetie?” 

You push your lips out. It’s not nice to say no. He didn’t have to bring you the milkshake or invite you. You shrug. 

“Okay,” you agree, “erm, thanks again.” 

He nods and taps the door frame before he steps back. He gently closes the screen door and you watch him through. He turns and strides down the stairs. You shiver as the cold glass numbs your fingers. Hopefully, he forgets about the pool thing. You don't even have a suit.

[kavalyera]

For Florante and Rosemary

🏠 for a home-themed headcanon 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon 💉 for a medical-themed headcanon

🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

Florante’s stuck in Manila, caught in the midst of a war between the Anarchs, Sabbat, and the Camarilla with the Society of Leopold/Religious Fanatics mixed in. At first, he was willing to side with the Camarilla as an Anarch Banu Haqim to take down the Catholics tryna kill his kids- I mean coterie—but in the last session I had with him, he’s turning to leaving the bloodshed behind to go back to Cebu to properly grieve his family or move to a new place entirely to get away from Manila’s chaos.

Rosemary’s home before being embraced was a house in a suburban neighborhood in San Francisco where she lived with her uncle—that then adopted him after his dad was sent to jail for criminal activity and his mom was ruled unfit to take care of him—her uncle’s wife and kids! She was the oldest out of the children in the house and was often their kuya (older bro in Tagalog) as they called him :)

🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon

Checking every room for anything that can be used as a weapon or as an escape is something Florante has grown used to. Maybe it’s from serving in the military, maybe it’s his blood calling to him to be careful.

Rosemary has a habit of going to gyms to find sparring buddies. Of course he has Dove and Lettow but those two don’t really have the time to do so.

💉 for a medical-themed headcanon

Florante has a really nasty scar across his chest before being embraced as his family was jumped in their home.

Rosemary may forget shit easily because getting jumped at like ten really does give you head injuries that will last well. Forever

emojis & hcs !

[witchsabre]

Send 🏠 for our muses to get trapped in a haunted house together

━━ ↶*ೃ✧ SITUATIONS (accepting)

              Faust should probably be a little more concerned about their predicament. They hadn't wanted to get stuck anywhere, after all. But they had asked to visit the allegedly spirit-infested home for their birthday. They've recently dug up and devoured an anthology of Scary Stories, which has been on their mind ever since, even after Solas has debunked most of their questions by now. A ghost-hunting trip was the only thing they asked for for their birthday﹙ other than a new notebook and some nice pens and a sword and a horse and - ﹚.

Of course, it could be argued that any of the many decrepit mansions in the Emerald Graves were nothing more than deathtraps surrounded by even deadlier foes. That, Faust countered, is exactly why they needed an escort from their fearless wolf companion. They think Puck might've finally relented because she﹙ correctly ﹚ figured the young witch would try to make their way into one of these haunted homes regardless.

And now that they have… how exciting for the doors to slam shut and a chill to run through the foyer the moment they stepped inside. 

“I knew this was the right place!” Faust whisper-shouts, tugging Puck's hand further into the creaking body of the house, not an ounce of fear behind those sparkling eyes. They are brave and they are curious, and they are very, very distressing to many of the adults in their life. “We have to go to the attic! The attic is always the best part!”