#I am sobbing crying rolling on the floor!!

[xetlynn]

Hello!!!, I just wanted to request a Claggor x pregnant reader (in the good timeline), if that’s possible, thank you so much <3!

I had fun with this one

Arcane Imagines- Claggor

The Favorite

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Prompt: claggor and reader are expecting a baby in a few months. Their family come over with gifts.

“Sweetheart, don’t you dare.” My husband stopped me as I was about to pick up a part of our baby’s bed. I sigh, lifting myself back up while holding the bottom of my stomach. “Claggor I can pick up a piece of wood.” I walk over to him. He sat on the floor trying to figure out the directions to put the crib together. It was mine from when I was a baby that my mom surprisingly kept. 

“Not if I’m here. What if you trip and fall forwards? I would never forgive myself.” He looks up at me with a stern expression. I roll my eyes, nudging him with my knee. “I’m only 31 weeks, I don’t even have the pregnancy waddle yet. So I am very capable of picking things up without tripping.” I fold my arms, a little annoyed with this conversation that we’ve had before. 

Anytime I even lift a finger I get scolded. I can’t cook, I can’t lift anything over 5 pounds, I can’t pick things up off the ground anymore. “You’re in denial first off because you so have a waddle. And second I am here so you don’t need to be capable of picking something up. I got it.” He takes my hand, kissing it softly. I roll my eyes, taking in a deep breath. “Okay, whatever. When our princess comes out being a little diva that’s going to be on you.” I point a finger in his face, he pretends like he’s going to bite me.

“And I’ll be okay with a little diva.” He goes back to building the crib. 

I go out to our living room to sit down on the couch. I let out a bored huff. What am I supposed to do? Just sit here and read? Who does he think I am? I’m tougher than him. I used to be a professional fighter. Now I’m some sort of wife with a great husband who wants to take care of me. 

My hands land on my stomach and I think about our baby who is in my tummy. What will she look like when she’s born? I hope she has my eyebrows. Claggor’s nose. 

A bunch of knocks sound at the door and I frown knowing I have to stand up from just sitting down. I grab the back of the couch and try to push myself up. “Sit down, sit down. I got it.” Claggor rushes past me, getting the door. I blink a few times, now annoyed since I got halfway up!

Vander comes into the house holding two baskets. “I bring gifts for my grandchild!” He laughs excitedly, I grin up at him. “Thank you! You didn’t have to do that!” I appreciate Vander, he’s been such a good help with setting things up for his granddaughter. “Ah, yes I did. She’s going to be such a spoiled girl.” He clasps his hands together after Claggor took the baskets from him, setting them next to me on the couch. 

“Well, we love you.” I smile, taking the first basket and opening it to see little blankets, a thing of diapers and wipes. “This is so helpful.” I start to tear up, Claggor sits next to me pulling me into his arms. “Sorry, I’m just so grateful for this. You don’t understand.” A tear falls and my body wracks in a sob. 

“She’s been crying a lot more lately.” Claggor tells his dad and I sniffle. Vander snickers, “it’s alright. No worries, I know how it goes.” He waves my behavior off. 

“Powder, Ekko and Mylo are going to be stopping by. They told me to let you know.” He exclaims, his arms over his chest as he speaks to us. “Oh man, they’re so sweet!” I cry out, hiding my face in my husband's chest. I feel him shake as he laughs at me. “Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He rubs my back up and down. “Sorry,” I sat up, wiping my tears. “Pregnancy brain.” I grab the other basket, opening it to reveal some baby clothes. “Perfect, we’ve been needing to grab some more pajamas.” I take them out of the basket, holding them up one by one to check them out. “So cute.” I squeal, leaning my head on Claggor’s shoulder. 

Not even moments later there’s a pounding at the door and Vander gets it. Mylo sneaks under his arm holding a large golden necklace. “Got this for my niece so she will know who the best Uncle ever is.” He throws it over to Claggor who picks it up in between his fingers to inspect it. “Yeah, she’s never going to wear this.” He deadpans to his brother with an irritated expression. 

“What!? I spent good money on that. She’s going to love it.” He throws his hands in the air. “Mylo, this is fake. Her mother is allergic to fake metal so I’m sure she will be too.” Claggor throws it back to the shorter guy. “Ohhh! He told you.” Powder comes in with a small box, Ekko behind her with painting supplies. “Here ya go!” She places the box down in my lap. “I made them.” She proudly states, hands behind her back. I picked up a light pink rattle. I shook it and it was soft sounding. Perfect for a baby. I look at the others and there were some teething toys along with a few building blocks. “Powder, thank you! This is amazing.” I grin up at her. “Awe, it’s nothing much. I’m excited to meet your beautiful bundle of joy!” 

Ekko wiggles the paint supplies and I point to the bedroom. “Thank you again, Ekko!” I call after him. “No problem! I’m so excited to do this.” He pokes his head out to tell me and I chuckle. “Also, could you clean this mess up? Or is the crib supposed to look like this?” He looks to Claggor who groans. “I forgot all about it. I’ll be back, babe.” He plants a kiss on my lips before heading into our daughter’s bedroom. 

Powder plops down in his spot, Vander reprimands his other son about trying to give a baby a gold chain that ended up being fake. I giggle, turning to my sister-in-law.

“You’re so talented Pow.” I lift up her artwork and her face flushes. “Thank you, I didn’t know what to get you guys for her. Ekko said something about giving you little toys. Then I thought about how I could just make the toys myself.” She explains her process and I smile. “Well this is a great gift.”

“I’m going to be her favorite uncle, trust!” Mylo tells his dad who scoffs. “You don’t even know what to get a kid.” Vander places his hands on his hips. “You’re right but I know how to make the kid look cool. She’ll be beating up bitches left and right.” He announces and I snort. 

“That’s why you’re not babysitting. Ever.” Claggor comes back into the room. He turns to look at me but then sees Powder in his spot and he frowns. “What? Why not?” Mylo asks. 

“You want my kid to be violent. She’s not going to be.” Claggor pinches the bridge of his nose, not believing this was actually a question. “Yeah, that’s why I’m going to be the favorite. Praise peace and love.” Ekko peaks out behind my husband and I snicker. “You are not going to be the favorite! You guys will eat your words when the first thing she says is Uncle Mylo.” He points at all of us. I hold my stomach from how hard I’m laughing. Powder giggling with me, her hand grabbing onto my wrist trying to contain herself as well. 

“Her first word will be dada. Not her uncle who is an idiot.” Claggor argues, I raise my eyebrow. Dada? It’s definitely going to be mama but I don’t have the energy to join this fight. "I'm not an idiot." Mylo furrows his eyebrows.

“It could be Uncle Ekko. I top all you suckers.” Ekko says and now the three are all in a very heated argument about my daughter who’s not even out of the womb yet. 

Powder turns to me, putting a hand in front of my ear. “I hope they realize the favorite is actually going to be me… Gonna be so embarrassed when they find out.” She tells me and I grin. “You’re so right.” I nod my head. 

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Gonna try to grind more requests I do have over 25 at the moment so be patient with me!!!! I enjoy this so much. I love seeing all the love!!!! I am getting sick though so if I start to slow down on my posts that's why. I can already feel my body aching:(

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[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

LONG RAMBLE-

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[viewfinder-chernobyl]

2023 vs 2024

same character, same artist, just a bit under a year later on the "first" and last pages of my sketchbook.

[sharp-tooths]

Okay. Ok. Im fucking. Supposed to be asleep rn i gotta get up in 5 hours for fucking work but.

I gotta. Its 1 am i fucking. Gotta.

So trigun spoilers ahead.

I need yall to understand. I NEED more vashwood content where wolfwood comes back/is saved by becoming a plant or just by being plant enough thanks to the experiments he went through.

Because idk about the rest of yall that read the manga

But as someone whos also kinda struggling with loneliness and the loss of a loved one (a different kind, but grief is grief my guy) the ending of the manga just felt. Lonely.

So like. Just imagine. You get so attatched to someone. Theyre so fucking important to you. They die. You kill someone for them so that their sacrifice didnt lose its meaning.

You KILL someone. For the first fucking time. After living almost your entire life swearing to never kill anyone.

You almost kill your brother and he almost kills you. Your brother. The one other person in the entire world whos like you and would live to be as old as you do, but no, he dies too, after finally seeing some of your side of things and decides to save you.

You are litterally being hunted down by 2 planets at once and the other two people youve gotten close to start harassing you for a broadcasted live interview WHILE YOURE RUNNING AND STILL ACTIVELY GRIEVING. LIKE. LET HIM FUCKING BREATHE.

And on top of that anyone else you wouldve called a friend in this life, you will outlive, and anyone else like you is with one of the groups of people chasing you. You are effectively alone, and you know it. You fought for this outcome.

I know bringing wolfwood back to life effectively negates the meaning of his sacrifice, especially in the terms of the narrative, but man. I want Vash to have ONE good thing man. Just let the one person he actually fully completely trusted and cared for share his tomorrows with him. Im fucking Begging.

[zalammander-paradise]

silly art of napoleon from that one silly au where oleander and the napoleon in fred's brain kiss and hold hands.. like the one by @agent-bunnyparte because im so awesome and so cool and so so so cool /j also i apologize if this grown man looks super young I WAS TRYING TO FIX IT BUT I COULDNT.. IM NOT BOTHERED TO SPEND ANOTHER HOUR TRYING TO DO IT.. 💔💔💔!!!!!

[impostorsshow]

I would never have thought that playing Disney: Dreamlight Valley would make me ship Merlin and Ursula but here we are they're definitely a divorced couple you cannot change my mind

[traumxrei-archive]

I INTERRUPT MY OWN HIATUS. WITH CONFUSION. BC WHAT THE FUCK. I'LL LET THE PICTURES EXPLAIN TO YOU MY SHOCK RN.

MY JAW IS LITERALLY ON THE FLOOR WHERE AM I WHO AM I WHAT AM I— AND HOW DID I OBTAIN DORM AZUL BEFORE I GOT JAMIL ????? I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I AM STILL IN SHOCK AND IT HAS BEEN 20 MINUTES SINCE THIS HAPPENED.

[pugscoffee]

🥺👉👈

[tvntheatre]

@ballcrusher74 Sorry, but drawing your manipulative sanmich is a pain in the fucking ass and I hate him™— take this while I'm sobbing and procrastinating.

[boothyghost]

i’m going to strangle you/pos

I'M OKAY WITH THAT.

[swiftfootedachilles]

hey you were wondering so i wanted to let you know that nobody has talked about you in either of the servers. and i know it's really tough when the blocks come from people you really like or were previously friendly with, but i think a lot of people block not because they hate you or even anything close to that. but just because they're not wanting to see the things you post about. i hope this makes you feel a little bit better, but i do really understand why it feels bad man, hang in there!

thank you i was genuinely wondering if someone had said something because it seems all of these users blocked me around the same time

but the thing is my content hasnt changed at all recently. i post the same stuff i always do. some of these users didn't follow me and never interacted with my posts in the first place, so it sucks that i cant look at their blogs anymore because i was a genuine fan of their content. some of them are people who were mutuals with me and have even interacted with me countless times, saying they love my blog and enjoy talking to me. im just not sure what happened but from my perspective, it feels like a switch has been flipped. one day i was a normal member of the fandom, the next im the social pariah. i just cant help but wonder what i did to earn so much backlash

[alkinaria]

Reread LL, Arcana and the crossover....

[bo0zey]

manic mixed depressive episode on my bday is so fun especially when ur going on 2 days no sleep n have a 12hr shift starting at the asscrack of dawn in 6hrs

[chromatasia]

me after reblogging undertale yellow posts for three days in a row (i am Very Normal about it)

[acridblood]

hi vira :) here is the doors do not open if you feel like reading it!!!! https://www.tumblr.com/precambrianhottopic/727668691025674240/the-doors-do-not-open?source=share

HOLY FUCK

[r0nin-sleeps]

THE WAY I SCREAMED.

"you don't know what i've gone through; you don't know what i've sacrificed. every comrade i long knew, every friend, i saw them die!"

"i cannot tell you how much i have paid for this; i have to get home, put it all on the line!"

"for every comrade, every one of my friends, almost all of whom were slaughtered by your hand!" [...] "i watched my friends die in horror! crying as they were all slain! i heard their final moments, calling their captain in vain!"

odysseus using his grief as a driving force pulling him towards death vs odysseus using his grief as a driving force pulling him towards survival vs odysseus using his grief as a driving force pulling him towards vengeance.