#Surrogate

[radykalny-feminizm]

Ban surrogacy NOW

[flamdoodles]

Iä, the King in Yellow comes!

Dedicated to @late-to-the-magnus-archives @sepiabandensis and @sparklyandheroic, for writing my favorite fanfiction of all times and helping me be freely creative again. I can never thank you enough <3

[libfemdegeneracy]

WTF

[distorted-prince]

OCs Nibbles and Odd from the Malevolent fic Surrogate 💜

[flamiart]

Sight that made John blaze like the sun and dimmed all the rest (and Hastur was there, too), and Arthur raised his face toward that sun like a flower come to bloom.

Arthur is having A Moment(tm) in one of my favorite chapters of Surrogate.

I finished this a few days ago, but I was without internet. Fun fact: it was supposed to be an inking exercise for inktober but uh. It got out of hand. Whoops.

I've spent an inane amount of time on the background, so have it in its full glory:

[womenvoices]

This makes me so sad. How do you even live with yourself after putting your supposed best friend through a whole pregnancy (which is obviously a very hard thing) just to back out and leave her with the baby, completely unprepared.

Surrogacy is so messed up.

[karmabites96]

I'm announcing officially that within this year I will be starting a new journey l, being a surrogate. I'm super excited for this journey and I'm happy to be able to help other families in need.

[blackmarketvoices]

BLACK MARKET VOICES PRESENTS:

SURROGATE THE PODFIC - EPISODE TWENTY-THREE: RESPITE

COMING SOON

From the talents of:

SSJTrinity | @late-to-the-magnus-archives Kraiva | @sepiabandensis Somniate | @sparklyandheroic Flamia | @flamdoodles Vmprsm | @vmprsm Jasper | @captaincravatthecapricious Igneousfrizzle CharlieGoLightly | @spinning-logic LynnLarsh Isi | @eldritch-asmr Alexis Fish | @unsafewaters

(poster by Kraiva!)

[aktrashpanda]

hey, go read Surrogate. it's real good.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3532033

[buzzingentryftm]

Oh to become a tboy surrogate dad to a gay couple, them cumming in me until I'm finally pregnant, being unsure of who the bio dad is, have a throuple thing going on during the pregnancy, giving birth with absolutely zero responsibility, being paid to live my breeding dreams 😪

[radykalny-feminizm]

[flamdoodles]

So about Surrogate.

[driftward]

Title: FFXIV Write 2024 - 11. Surrogate Characters: Zoissette Vauban, Y'shtola Rhul Rating: Teen Summary: An odd shaped family, but a family it is, despite missing pieces Notes: WoL|Sette timeline, sometime after Ultima Thule

There was peace, for a time, and in its joyful succor, new life.

And that new life in the Scions' orbit just now consisted of three young children. Doenstymm and Melusine were Klynt's oldest and youngest, respectively. Of an age just between the other two was Adrian, Aymeric's child, who often served as the connecting bridge between the older Doenstymm, looking after the other two, and the younger Melusine, who looked up to them both in many ways. The Scions often after looked after Adrian, serving as a family of sorts to them, bonds strengthened by their time together, the latest in a long string of favors traded back and forth ever since their time in Ishgard.

While their parents did not force them together, they often found themselves together nevertheless, looking after one another, protecting one another, and, of course, antagonizing one another in the matter that siblings tended to.

And what an odd family they were a part of. Doenstymm and Melusine shared a mother, but had different fathers, and Adrian with a father, but no mother to speak of at all. And the Scions themselves were an odd group, serving as aunts and uncles and cousins, making sure the children always had an adult nearby they could rely upon.

Zoissette stood back with the other Scions, a faint smile on her face. She had just gotten done retelling the stories of the Doman Adventurer's Guild to the three young children, and now they were excited to have adventures of their own. Before they were allowed off, however, Y'shtola was not so much lecturing as she was teaching them. Lessons were interspersed with brief anecdotes they each found amusing, and she asked questions of them to keep them engaged. Once satisfied, she let them go, and the three ran off, arguing about whether to mimic those adventures or try to have some of their own.

"You two are awfully good with children," said Alisaie to Y'shtola and Zoissette.

"Tis no small matter to instruct them for their own safety, but I believe they now know enough to make their mistakes their own. Such shall allow me later to confidently tell them that I did indeed 'told them so'," said Y'shtola with false primness, coming to stand up on her tip toes and give Zoissette a kiss before standing at her side.

"What a group of adorable ragamuffins," said Alisaie fondly, watching as the three found Alphinaud in the markets and begin to swarm around him, pestering him with questions as he twisted around and laughed, trying gamely to answer them and keep an eye on all three of them.

"What is that I hear in your voice? Considering motherhood?" asked Krile mischievously, looking up at Alisaie with a grin.

Heavens, no," replied Alisaie. "I think I shall leave continuing the family name to Alphinaud. I think he has more the temperament for it."

"Does he?" replied Krile, watching as Doenstymm started scaling up Alphinaud like he was an ambulatory tree. "Perhaps if he learns to not let himself be bullied by children."

Alphinaud was still laughing, even as he tried to fend off the other two while wilting under Doenstymm's robust Roegadyn weight.

"I'm not quite certain he even knows he -is- being bullied," said Alisaie. She glanced over to see that the smile on Zoissette's face had not faded, only softened, as Y'shtola intwined their arms and leaned against her.

"And what of our Warrior of Light and her paramour?" asked Alisaie. "You two ever consider following Klynt's example?"

Zoissette looked over at Y'shtola, then down at the ground.

"I do not think I would make a very good mother," she said.

"Oh, come now, you're good at just about everything else."

"So was my mother," said Zoissette, her voice quiet.

Krile and Alisaie exchanged looks.

"Oh, I am sorry!" said Zoissette brightly, turning to Alisaie. "I did not mean to bring down the mood. It is just, that, well."

She stopped, and Y'shtola stepped in gamely. "As for mine own perspective, I would mislike to follow in Matoya's footsteps. I love her as my own mother, but, well, you have met her. I do not regret my childhood, but I am not sure I would wish to put another through that self-same experience. That I was well suited to the circumstances under which I was raised was fortuitous."

"Well, not that I wish to influence you one way or another," said Krile. "But while it is traditional for the student to follow in the footsteps of her master, I believe it is also celebrated when their path carries beyond that set for them. I think you would make a wonderful mother."

"Perhaps," said Y'shtola, looking up at Zoissette, who was now distracted, watching the children.

"And as for you, I should think you've got the chance to do a fair bit of good yourself," said Krile to Zoissette, her tone gentle. "I've seen the way you and Y'shtola take turns with the children. How you teach them, how you so obviously care for them. And you're both wise enough to lean on us as necessary. I don't know your history, but I feel you've got a good chance to do a fair sight better than most parents, if you took the chance."

"A chance is not worth the risk," replied Zoissette, so quietly as to almost unable to be heard.

It was many bells later, after the children had been put to bed. Zoissette lounged on her back on a couch where she could see the door to the children's room, Y'shtola laying on top of her, her head on her chest.

"Adrian is a good child," said Y'shtola. "They all are."

"And Aymeric an excellent father," said Zoissette, slowly and gently running a hand up and down Y'shtola's back.

"Mayhap we could be, as well."

"Aymeric is a good father, for good reasons," said Zoissette. "You remember what he said, when I asked him why he wanted to be a father."

"To raise a child in the new Ishgard, free of the fetters of the old. To watch as that child became, grew up, full of the potential of that newness. Whatever path the child chose, it would be of their own choosing, and Aymeric wished to witness that, and support that. Of course I well remember. It was very well spoken, as usual, but also... well. Sentimental, but inspirational. I full felt a joy at the idea."

Zoissette nodded.

"Good motives. Noble motives. He will do fine. If I were to step in to such a role, however... Shtola. I would just be trying to not be my mother. That is no way to raise a child. They deserve more than to be something to someone trying to ... make up for their own hurts."

"I have similar fears," murmured Y'shtola into Zoissette. "But Krile has the right of it. We have all the Scions with us, to share wisdom, to share effort. 'Twould not be a lonely endeavor, but a shared one, and how much richer we might all be for it."

"Aymeric can also afford to be present for his child nearly all of the time. We are absent a lot, Y'shtola, you know that."

"Yet Klynt manages."

"Klynt... Klynt has an intuition for how these sort of things will go that I lack, a gregarious nature, several fathers who see each other kindly and help share the burdens of parentage, and a spirit that allows her to be and share a freedom I lack," said Zoissette. "I do not know how she manages it, to be honest. I am not sure I could."

Y'shtola sighed into Zoissette.

"A risk not worth the chance," she said. "But is that risk not already present? We could try, you know. You could step forward. I would be with you. You know this."

"I know," said Zoissette, wrapping her other arm around Y'shtola, and giving her a hug. "But I cannot bring myself to believe it would be the right thing. Not while I still harbor this anger against Elspeth. Against my own mother. Not while I... they deserve better."

Y'shtola nodded. "Well. The children are well loved, anyroad. Perhaps it does not matter. And perhaps you are right. I too am worried that in practice I would be little better than my own Matoya."

Zoissette relaxed under Y'shtola.

"We might sleep in our own bed," suggested Y'shtola.

"Maybe," said Zoissette.

Neither moved, both keeping on eye on the children's door, even as Zoissette reached and pulled a blanket over them both, even as they both fell asleep.

[flamiart]

I've spent enough time on this one to warrant a post on the main blog lol

Coming at you from Surrogateverse, Hastur, the King in Yellow, dressed to the nines for this year's Spring Rite! He sure wanted to show that midriff.

Bonus detail of the horny belt piece because I'm SO proud of it:

[captaincravatthecapricious]

BLACK MARKET VOICES PRESENTS:

SURROGATE THE PODFIC - EPISODE THREE: DIPLOMACY

COMING SOON

From the talents of: SSJTrinity | @late-to-the-magnus-archives Kraiva | @sepiabandensis Somniate | @sparklyandheroic Flamia | @flamdoodles Vmprsm | @vmprsm Jasper | @captaincravatthecapricious

Igneousfrizzle LynnLarsh Isi @eldritch-asmr Fish | @unsafewaters

(Poster by Jasper, me!)

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

IT'S HERE - AND IT IS PODFIC TIME!

But oh… there it is.

Three years in the making.

More than that in the planning.

Oh… oh, it is satisfying. Every inch as much as he’d hoped.

SURROGATE: THE PODFIC

IT'S HERE! Maybe not three years, but several months and countless hours of work have passed to bring to you this first part of many in a work of collaborative audio art, a recreation of one of the most insane and expansive fanfiction series in the Malevolent fandom: Surrogate: The Director's Cut.

Fully scripted, cast-acted and with audio effects, some of the fandom has come together to attempt this monumental task, and we are overjoyed to finally let you hear it.

What is it?

Well, you'll have to listen and find out won't you? Make good, peons, I don’t have all century.

Stay tuned for future recordings! If you'd like to assist in upcoming acting or crew, contact @vmprsm on Discord or Tumblr.