#Surrogate

[a-room-of-my-own]

Around 100 women were kept as slaves on a human egg farm in Georgia where they were fed hormones and treated like cattle.

Their horrifying ordeal has been revealed by three Thai women who were freed from the clutches of the 'egg mafia' on January 30 after being exploited for half a year, tabloid Bild reports.

[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

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Emma wasn’t supposed to overhear it. She’d just stopped by the mayor’s office to pick up Henry when she heard muffled voices through the door—Regina’s voice, tight with restrained pain, and Robin’s, low and frustrated.

"Because of the potion, Robin! I made myself barren. I can’t have more children." Regina’s voice wavered, but she quickly regained control. "I told you this before we—before anything started."

Emma’s heart clenched. She’d known Regina had trouble conceiving, but she never knew why. The thought of Regina, young and desperate enough to believe she needed to sacrifice her own future for power, made something deep in her ache.

She should have left. It wasn’t her business. But when she heard Robin’s dismissive scoff, she lingered.

"You’re the most powerful sorceress in town, and you expect me to believe there’s no way to fix this?" Robin snapped.

"There isn’t. I’ve tried."

Silence followed, thick and heavy. Then Robin’s voice, quieter but no less sharp. "Then I suppose Henry will have to be enough."

Emma didn’t know what possessed her to step inside, but suddenly, she was there, and both Regina and Robin were staring at her in shock.

"Emma," Regina said, blinking rapidly. "What—"

"You could have another kid," Emma blurted. "I mean, with some help."

Regina’s brow furrowed, but Robin's glare darkened. "This isn’t your concern," he said coldly.

Emma ignored him. She looked at Regina, her heart pounding. "I could be your surrogate."

Silence. A long, stunned moment where Regina simply stared at her, lips parted, eyes wide.

Robin broke it. "Absolutely not!"

Emma barely heard him. She was too focused on the way Regina’s expression was changing—shock melting into something like awe, like she couldn’t believe Emma would offer something so selfless.

"You would—" Regina’s voice faltered. "You would do that?"

"In a heartbeat," Emma admitted, and damn it, there was a lump in her throat now. "You’re an amazing mom. And Henry would love a sibling." She swallowed. "I just—I want you to have that chance if you still want it."

Regina’s eyes shone suspiciously bright, and for a second, Emma thought she might cry. But before she could say anything, Robin stepped between them.

"This is ridiculous," he snapped. "Emma, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you are not carrying my child."

Emma squared her shoulders. "It wouldn’t be your child, Robin. It’d be Regina’s."

His expression twisted with anger. "Of course you’d say that. You’d love to tie yourself to her forever, wouldn’t you? Maybe even play house? You’re in love with her."

Emma’s breath hitched.

Regina inhaled sharply. "Robin—"

"Oh, come on, Regina," Robin scoffed. "You don’t see it? Or do you just pretend not to?"

Emma braced herself for Regina’s rejection, the inevitable of course she’s not in love with me, don’t be absurd.

But it never came.

Instead, Regina’s gaze flickered between Emma and Robin, something shifting behind her eyes. She took a slow step closer to Emma, searching her face.

"Emma," she said carefully. "Is that true?"

Emma's throat tightened. She could lie. She could walk away. But she’d already put her heart on the line in ways she hadn’t meant to today.

So she nodded. "Yeah. It is."

Regina inhaled sharply. Robin let out an incredulous laugh. "Well, then I suppose—"

"Leave," Regina said, her voice cool and commanding.

Robin froze. "What?"

"Leave." Regina’s eyes didn’t leave Emma’s. "I think we’re done here."

Emma’s heart pounded as Robin huffed, muttered something under his breath, and stormed out. But she barely noticed, because Regina was stepping even closer now, looking at her like she was something precious.

"You offered me a gift I never thought I could have," Regina murmured. "And now, you’ve given me another."

Emma swallowed. "What’s that?"

Regina smiled, warm and soft. "You."

And then, to Emma’s shock and sheer delight, Regina kissed her.

Henry got his sibling the following year....

[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.

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[aktrashpanda]

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

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3532033

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

RE: the family fic. Good one, but not the one. I remember that they had a surrogate who was a teenager and then something happened. It was their first kid.

Hi - is it this one? If not maybe the fandom can help? It's on Scarves and Coffee site.

Looks by boneallthethings

Kurt and Blaine are married, and in their late twenties. They come home after receiving devastating news.

[radykalny-feminizm]

[flamdoodles]

So about Surrogate.

[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 ����

[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.

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