#a stork dropped them off?

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Bruce, not ready to wake up: Just five more…

Tim, bored, irritated, and sensing an opportunity to sow the seeds of chaos:

Tim: *races into the kitchen*

Tim: You guys will never believe what Bruce just said!

Damian: Well?

Duke: What did he say?

Steph: You can’t leave us hanging like that.

Tim: He said five MORE.

*collective gasp*

Steph: I had better not be one of those five.

Damian: Why does Father get to adopt five more children and I can not adopt five more cats? Cats are much easier to care for than people.

Tim, shrugging: I’m sure he’d be fine with it.

[pinata-candy]

Wilbur boy and his siblings since people liked the first post <33 Fun fact: he's based on two beetles. 1, a rhino beetle bc they are so recognizable as like THE beetle, and 2, death feigning beetles. And just like death feigning beetles, when stressed, Wilbur will flop over and play dead. Scared the life out of his poor fathers the first time it happened after his metamorphosis. Because of this, he has to do low stress jobs and is not allowed to be behind the counter at work doing customer service. He will roll over and die

Everyone gets a wrong package sometimes!

They do in fact not give it back. By the time the stork comes back around to give them the right one they’re already attached and then they have two

[rishiimaa]

Heey everyone!! Apologies about the late responses, usually when I get home from classes I’m always tired and worn out, so I never usually use my free time to write, it’s always sleeping :(

“What if JJK men gave their kid a new sibling?”

Yuji, Megumi

(Implied fem!reader)

(angst if you squint)

Fluffy, crack

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Yuji Itadori

You groggily rubbed your eyes, feeling the familiar weight of the early morning as you shuffled down the hallway. It was too quiet, which meant only one thing—C/N was still asleep. You glanced at the clock and panicked. School started in less than an hour!

You hurried to C/N’s room, fully prepared to yank the covers off and start the usual morning routine when a sudden wave of nausea hit you. You barely had time to react before you were dashing to the bathroom, hurling over the toilet.

“Ugh, not again,” you muttered, wiping your mouth and standing up. You didn’t think much of it at first, chalking it up to a weird bug or maybe something you ate. But after days of this, the nagging thought in the back of your mind grew stronger: could you be pregnant?

Yuji didn’t seem too concerned, even when you mentioned the possibility. He shrugged it off with his usual bright smile, saying, “I’m sure it’s nothing! Probably just stress.”

But you weren’t so sure. Finally, you decided to put your suspicions to the test. Literally.

The result? Positive.

You stared at the little plus sign, a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside you. You couldn’t wait to tell Yuji. When you did, his eyes went wide with surprise before he broke into a huge grin. “Another little one, huh? C/N’s gonna be thrilled!”

Well, that was the plan. But how do you tell a kid that they’re about to have a sibling? And how do you keep Yuji from turning it into a complete disaster?

After school, C/N bounded through the door, full of energy as usual. Yuji pulled him aside with a serious expression, which instantly caught C/N’s attention.

“C/N, there’s something important we need to talk about,” Yuji began, trying his best to look wise and fatherly. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

C/N’s eyes widened. “Am I in trouble?”

“No, no, nothing like that!” Yuji quickly reassured him. “It’s just that, uh, well… do you know where babies come from?”

Your heart dropped. Oh no, here we go.

C/N tilted his head, clearly confused. “Um… storks?”

Yuji blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Uh, not exactly. You see, when two people… um, really love each other…” He started to fumble over his words, throwing in a few random terms he vaguely remembered from health class, completely losing C/N in the process.

You could see the poor kid’s eyes glazing over as Yuji continued his awkward explanation. Finally, you stepped in, placing a gentle hand on Yuji’s shoulder. “What your dad’s trying to say is… you’re going to be a big brother.”

C/N’s face lit up with excitement. “Really? I’m gonna have a little brother or sister?”

You nodded, relieved that the message had finally gotten through. “Yup! You’re going to have someone new to play with and take care of.”

At first, C/N looked a bit skeptical, as if trying to figure out if this was some kind of joke. But then, a big smile spread across his face, and he started bouncing on his toes. “That’s so cool! I’m gonna teach them everything I know! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

All the tension and nerves melted away as you and Yuji exchanged relieved smiles. C/N didn’t mind another sibling—in fact, he was thrilled at the idea.

Yuji wrapped his arms around you and C/N, pulling you both into a big hug. “Guess we’re gonna be even busier now, huh?”

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Yeah, but in the best way possible.”

With C/N still buzzing with excitement and Yuji grinning like an idiot, you knew that everything was going to be just fine.

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Megumi Fushiguro

The day starts like any other, with you, Megumi, and your daughter, C/N, heading out for some school shopping. It’s a perfect family outing, and you’re excited to spend the day together. C/N holds your hand tightly as you browse through the aisles, her little eyes lighting up at every colorful display.

As you’re helping her pick out some new clothes, your gaze drifts over to the baby section. The tiny onesies, the soft blankets—something stirs inside you. It’s an old, familiar feeling, one you haven’t entertained in a while. You miss having a newborn in your arms, that sweet, quiet time when everything was new and magical. But you’ve always agreed that one child was enough. Still, the thought lingers.

“Mama, look! Can I get this?” C/N’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. She’s holding up a toy with wide, hopeful eyes. Without thinking, you nod and smile, giving in to her request. “Of course, sweetheart.”

You and C/N find Megumi, who’s patiently waiting in another section of the store. The three of you continue browsing through the mall, enjoying each other’s company. But as you walk, a strange sensation washes over you. Your vision blurs, and you suddenly feel dizzy, like the world is tilting sideways.

Megumi notices immediately. “Are you okay?” he asks, concern breaking through his usual calm demeanor.

Before you can respond, the world goes dark. You faint, but not before you feel Megumi’s arms catch you, keeping you from hitting the floor. The last thing you hear is C/N’s terrified scream.

When you wake up, you’re in a hospital bed, the room bright and sterile. Your head feels heavy, and for a moment, you struggle to remember where you are. That’s when you hear a familiar voice. Megumi is talking quietly to a doctor, and there’s something in his tone that worries you.

You turn your head to see him, his expression unreadable, but there’s a hint of shock in his eyes. The doctor says something you can’t quite make out, and then Megumi turns to see you’re awake. Instantly, he’s at your side, his usual composure breaking as he hurries over.

“What’s going on?” you ask, your voice shaky. “Where’s C/N?”

“She’s with Yuji,” Megumi reassures you, his hand gently squeezing yours. You sigh in relief, but there’s still a nagging worry at the back of your mind. You try to sit up, but the room spins, and you’re forced to lie back down. Megumi helps you, his hand steadying you.

“You fainted in the mall,” he explains, his voice soft. “I caught you before you hit the ground. But…” He hesitates, his eyes searching yours. “The doctor thinks you might be pregnant. They took some tests while you were unconscious, and we’re waiting for the results.”

Your eyes widen in shock, the words sinking in slowly. Pregnant? You remember standing in the mall, staring at those baby clothes, thinking how much you missed having a newborn. And now this?

Megumi rests his head gently on your stomach, his voice laced with regret. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I should’ve noticed something was off.”

But instead of feeling worried, you suddenly start to laugh, tears of happiness spilling down your cheeks. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. “Don’t be sorry, Megumi. I’ve… I’ve been wanting another baby.”

He pulls back, startled, his dark eyes searching your face for any sign that you’re joking. But when he sees the sincerity in your expression, he hugs you tighter, burying his face in your neck.

After a moment, he pulls back slightly, his serious expression replaced with a hint of nervousness. “Oh, how are we gonna explain this to C/N?”

shit.”

A few hours later, the doctor hands you the results. You and Megumi stare at the paper, your hearts pounding in sync. It’s positive. You look up at each other, and without another word, you’re in each other’s arms, Megumi pressing small kisses to your temple, your cheeks, anywhere he can reach.

When you tell everyone the news, Yuji brings C/N home. She runs to you, her little face full of worry. “Mommy, are you okay?”

You smile and reassure her, “Yes, sweetheart, I’m fine.” Megumi scoops her up in his arms, holding her close.

“How would you like to be a big sister?” he asks, his tone light and teasing.

C/N’s reaction is immediate. “No!” she exclaims, causing your heart to drop.

“What do you mean no?” Megumi asks, clearly surprised.

“If I become a big sister, then I’ll have to deal with a baby who acts like Papa! And a kid like Papa is bad!” she declares, crossing her arms in a way that’s all too familiar.

Megumi looks genuinely offended. “Hey…what’s that supposed to mean?”

Before their bickering can escalate, you interrupt with a kiss on C/N’s cheek, your heart full as you reassure her, “Don’t worry, sweetie. The baby won’t be like Papa. You already act like him enough for both of you.”

C/N pouts for a moment but eventually melts into your kiss, nodding as she finally agrees to be a big sister. Relief washes over you, but you notice that Megumi is still a bit peeved at what C/N said before.

He leans in closer, narrowing his eyes at C/N.

“Hey…How about you repeat what you said.”

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HI!! SINCE EVERYONE REQUESTED IT TO BE POSTED I’LL POST IT 😭 IF YOU WANT A CERTAIN GUY THEN PLEASE REQUEST IT :3

[candy-heart-brew]

Introducing Beatrice, Flynn, and Nelly Frankly-Dear, Frank and Eddie's kids who were dropped off by the stork one day! Descriptions under the cut-

Beatrice

The oldest of the triplets and don't you forget it!

Perky, kind-hearted, and ladylike but also bossy and quick-tempered.

Needs everything to be just so and if it isn't, she will make that your problem.

Absolutely hates getting dirty but will rush in fists first if she thinks you're a threat to her family. She's whacked Barnaby with her favorite picnic basket many a time for chasing her poppa around!

Close with both her parents but her bossy nature often gets on Frank's nerves ("Beatrice, it is not your job to tell me these things!") and Eddie doesn't appreciate her tendency to hit people who give him a hard time.

Flynn

The middle child, doesn't really mind it.

Well-meaning and earnest but forgetful and easily distracted. Needs a firm sense of structure in his daily life or else he gets anxiety.

Follows Eddie into work most days and helps out however he can, usually in the form of keeping pop company on deliveries and making arts & crafts for the post office.

Has a bad habit of wandering off where he's not supposed to, sometimes for hours at a time. His disappearances have given Frank many a scare, though he always finds his way back eventually.

Thinks the absolute world of his poppa and wants to be just like him! Gets anxious whenever Eddie's not around. He loves Frank as well but doesn't always know if his dad likes him or not.

Nelly

The baby of the bunch.

Excructiatingly shy and anxious, often needs someone else to talk for them, and tends to just go along with whatever their siblings wanna do.

Shares their dad's obsession with bugs, has a bad habit of trying to befriend them even when they're poisonous. Eddie has suffered many stings because of this.

Spends most of their time around Frank and is closer to them overall but enjoys spending time with Eddie whenever they get a chance.

Has a big crush on Howdy.

All three of them are loved dearly by their parents and enjoy a close sibling bond! Sure hope nothing bad ever happens to this family...

[dragonanon]

I personally like the human partner laying an egg when the hybrid is something that would realistically have eggs because I’m a horny little goblin that’s into oviposition.

wait so human woman getting with a pokehybrid will always result in her laying an egg?

Mmm, no, because I deny the game logic and say mammalian pokemon and hybrids get the live birth treatment. Mer, harpy, dragon, and insectoid hybrids lay eggs/their human partner has an increased chance of laying an egg. Mammals get live births and other animals irl that have ovoviviparity and viviparity (rip anyone getting with a Sharpedo hybrid and expecting an egg birth). And there's always a chance for a normal birth since a human being involved and genetic stews of complication. I like exploring weird biology lol.

The real question is wtf happens if Klinklang Colress gets someone pregnant.

[bonefall]

how do surrogacies for cats in another Clan work, socially? With honor siring you don't have to stick around once the cat you're siring for is pregnant; but with surrogacies you're going through an entire pregnancy and kitting process, which your Clan will probably catch onto at some point. Do you just... go off to give birth and come back and tell your Clan "bad news they didn't make it :( they all got uhhh eaten by a hawk sry all" after dropping them off with the cats you surrogated for

The out of universe reason is simple logistics. Some parents can't give birth but they still need a visit from the stork, with how small Clan sizes are.

In-universe, it's a whole process.

MOST surrogacies are done by family, or are in-Clan. A sibling who is able to get pregnant will do so, with the expectation that their family member will take and raise the kits.

More are done on a sort of "open book" policy. Onestar and Whitetail are an example of this; One wanted kits and asked White, but didn't want to coparent. She agreed, and neither one kept it a secret.

So Whitetail is not Heathertail's MOTHER, but it is known she was the honor-sire.

Likewise though, it's within your rights to keep it secret, even within a Clan. If you asked Onestar where the kit came from, invoking Queen’s Rights would shut it down.

But you could put two and two together that Whitetail was probably pregnant and stopped being so right when Onestar became a Mi.

For the record though. Listen carefully.

not every cat who is expecting will suddenly flash like a neon sign indicating it. The whole Clan will not suddenly get a text saying "DUDEHEART IS PREGNANT." Some people just don't show. Some cats don't smell that different. It's rude to ask unprompted and even worse if you guess wrong. Like real life.

Please understand.

On the Anthro-Scale, from 100% feral cat to 100% fuzzy human, BB cat gestation is closer to the feral cat than most of their other behaviors. So this is not the same "big deal" as a human pregnancy.

In general, I write "medical" topics closer to real cats than the Erins do. I mostly take "liberties" in the portrayal of disabilities so THOSE are closer to the real humans in my audience

intelligent cats are not going to be correcting me on my incorrect portrayal of Feline Diabetes, but I could unwittingly cause harm in spreading diabetic misconceptions that real people try to clear up, y'know?

Anyway. What that means is that warriors giving birth is not the federal issue that it is for humans. It's still not TOTALLY safe, but dying in childbirth is exceptionally rare, plus being much less painful and considerably faster

"The Birthing Stick" means something is wrong.

So there's several factors at play within Clans, but Out-of-Clan surrogacies are much more interesting.

These are usually arranged at Aftergatherings. They were rarer before the move to the Lake, which now sees waaaay more cross-clan friendships.

USUALLY the Clan's Cleric will be involved, which IS technically a waiving of the Queen’s Rights. Leafpool simply doesn't interpret it that way.

A more "traditional" Cleric, like Littlecloud, will NOT be involved for personal safety and comfort reasons. This makes a bad situation but that's the reality of QR (and is a reason why Fire Alone cats think QR doesn't go far enough.)

Kits are always given to the parent before 1 moon. Fading Kits aren't socially questioned if they fade before that 1st moon. So it's pretty easy to hide it.

"All of my litter was faders" is unfortunate in the way that a car accident is unfortunate. "Shit, are you ok?" "Is StarClan trying to keep a close eye on you? Are you going to try again?" Etc.

"Frequent Flyer" surrogates, like Brightheart, often keep a single kitten from each litter to avoid the implication of "bad omens."

If they aren't Brightheart who likes raising kittens with her mate, the kitten is often given to an in-Clan parent who wanted a child.

Most surrogacies aren't "free," but it does depend on who's doing it for you.

Like all other things in BB, this looks very different between generations, and depends heavily on the "attitudes" of the Clans at the tine. But, Queen’s Rights will protect you from revealing too much. STILL, surrogacies ARE harder than sirings. Just not impossible.

[adobe-outdesign]

Have you reviewed Bombirdier?

Bombirdier has a fantastic concept, because GameFreak basically looked at storks and folklore stating they deliver babies to people and were like "yeah but what if it was fucked up and evil and dropped rocks on people", which I respect.

Visually, it's fairly straightforward as far as storks go, but I love the design of the eyes—pitch black and with just the right amount of malice in them. The colors are also good, just simple high-contrast black and white with a few orange accents.

The main feature of the design, and what keeps it from being overly bland, is the distinctive "apron" on the front, which is a clever nod to the blankets storks are often shown carrying babies in. When it's flying, it holds the tip of the apron in its beak to seal the deal.

My only issue with the design is that the execution of the apron feels a little off. It's supposed to be made of "shed feathers", but Bombirdier doesn't have any feathers long enough on its body to use for it. Also, the apron's shape doesn't make it look like feathers at all, instead often coming across as some kind of strange skin flap. I kind of feel like the apron should just be naturally occurring long feathers, like a peacock tail but under the chest, and should've been rendered in a way that reflects it. Still, not a huge deal or anything.

Overall, a really good bird with both a solid design and great premise that radiates terrible vibes (in a good way).

[my-moo-moo]

cheerbreeding

The Seaside Storks’ journey from obscurity to champions is the story that will be remembered in college football history. Their meteoric rise in the ranks is not the only notable story coming from Seaside. The accompanying cheerleaders that provided unwavering support to the team also brought in quite a bit of buzz themselves. 

It’s hard to miss the Seaside Storks’ cheerleading team, not because of their matching bright cobalt blue uniforms, but by their bare rounded stomachs, in various stages of pregnancy. Yes you heard right, all of the squad was visibly impregnated by the final game. It caught some first time viewers by surprise, but you wouldn’t have blinked an eye if you’ve been following these underdogs since the start of the season.

The cheerleaders have been providing a morale boost to the footballers in an ingenious way. Multiple times during a game, the football players would run to the sidelines, bend the cheerleaders over and slip under their short pleated skirts to vent out their frustrations. A couple minutes later, they would come back out on the field rejuvenated and invigorated to bring home points for the team. They also put a new meaning to bench warmers: resting teammates would often have a cheerleader to themselves tending to their fatigue and warming their cocks. It’s rumored they would attend the training sessions to provide support as well. It’s no wonder the last few cheerleaders who hadn’t gotten pregnant began swelling up by November. 

Seaside does not hide away from their team’s predicament, instead highlighting the girls’ fecund bellies with their signature itty bitty pleated skirt and bikini tie-front top that barely hold in their developing bosoms. Their gravid forms do not stop them from fulfilling their more traditional role as cheerleader either. They manage to lead spirited chants and pull off synchronized dance routines just as well as any other team, all while flaunting their hypnotizing bare bellies.

One would assume that their scandalous public antics would draw criticism, instead they have captured a new group of audience who have gotten invested in the sideline steaminess. Excitement was built upon watching new pregnancies announced and pre-existing pregnancies progress with each game of the season. Seeing as the football team were also leading in the rankings, maybe they are onto something with this ingenious set up.

One of the biggest stories of the football season was the chemistry between the star quarterback Chavez and the lead cheerleader Holland. The hunky, almost 7 foot player was a beast on the field and an even more passionate lover towards the petite cheerleader. His intimidating looks turned into endearment with his tradition of rubbing her belly before the game and lifting her in a dramatic kiss at the end of a win. 

As early as the beginning of the playoffs, Holland, who kick started the chain of pregnancy amongst the team, drew huge speculation as to when she would give birth. Bets were placed on the birth date and details, with some even speculating she was pregnant with multiples. Anticipation surmounted at the quarter finals when fans noticed that her large protruding belly had dropped significantly, hanging down over the hem of her skirt.

Despite popular guesses, she showed up to every event in high spirits, all the way to the final game. She never left the sidelines cheering on the team until the final seconds when Chavez sprinted for a 20-yard touchdown, sealing the win for the Storks.

In the hecticness of the celebrations, neither the football players nor the crowd had noticed anything amiss until Chavez ran towards the scene in the sidelines. The cheerleaders were holding onto Holland who was splayed out with her legs apart. Once he made it to his lover’s side, Holland gave one final push, the baby shot out of her and straight into the quarterback’s hands— the same steady hands that had just clinched the championship. The crowd erupted in a second round of cheers, just as loud as the winning touchdown. 

People had no idea that the lead cheerleader was in active labour during the game. There were some in hindsight recalling moments where she would clutch the underside belly and steady herself against the boards. Our correspondent was able to have a quick interview with the new mother who explained, “Oh I was feeling consistent contractions since last night, but I just couldn’t miss out on the final game. It was after the halftime performance when my water finally broke. I didn’t want to distract our team who had worked so hard to make it here, so I clenched my thighs together and tried my best to keep him in. Good thing the baby was so big that his head was lodged in my pelvis for a while.”

The healthy eleven pound baby boy was held up proudly next to the championship trophy for the stadium to see. The newborn is in the highest height and weight percentile and fans are already anticipating that he inherited the football star's athleticism. Wouldn't it be a story of a lifetime if the baby born after the team’s first ever championship win grew up to be their new star quarterback one day?

When asked if she would be taking a leave from the cheerleading team next season, she simply turned down the idea. “Nothing will ever prevent me from being on the sidelines to support my boys,” she replied.

An incredible feat of athleticism was witnessed last Sunday coming from both sides of the team hailing from Seaside. The Storks’ historic triumph has captivated the nation, putting the small coastal college on the map and maybe changing the game of cheerleading forever.

[a-book-of-creatures]

It’s been nagging at me for a while, so I’m going to try to put together my thoughts on the Quetzalcoatlus sequence in Prehistoric Planet 2. In the grand scheme of things it’s tiny, insignificant, and I loved Prehistoric Planet, but I’m not going to turn down the opportunity to talk at length about scavenging birds.

(Spoilers (?) for Prehistoric Planet 2 ahead. Go watch it!)

I’m talking about the part where a Tyrannosaurus is driven off from an Alamosaurus carcass (presumably carrion and not killed by the tyrannosaur). The tyrannosaur is expressly stated to be concerned about losing an eye to those Whopping Big Beaks. The pterosaurs aggressively fly over it a few times and honk angrily until the tyrannosaur walks away in Shameful Defeat, leaving the carcass to the pterosaurian pterrors.

And that confused me.

Before I go on, I want to point out that this is not a Who Would Win discussion, I’m not going to argue for or against one or another. Not going to discuss if Tyrannosaurus should really have won because of the massive weight advantage and lack of fragile bones/wings, or if the big landlubber had it coming and the numbers and aerial advantage was too much. I’m not arguing about Quetzalcoatlus being scary or not either (it’s scary as all hell).

No, the issue I had was with the beaks.

This is the Quetzalcoatlus as it appears in the show.

Impressive beak, isn’t it?

But it’s not the beak of a flesh tearer.

Let’s back up a bit. Birds that eat meat by tearing it into manageable chunks typically evolve sharp, hooked beaks to make up for the lack of teeth. Like this eagle for instance.

Majestic. They make the cutest sounds too. Look up golden eagle sounds, don’t believe the red-tailed hawk propaganda.

Raptor bills look intimidating, but they’re not there for killing. They’re cutlery. The talons do all the work, and then the beak tears up the meat into delicious gobbets of protein.

Even shrikes get in on the act. They don’t have killer feet, so they use their ripping bills to impale prey and tear at it.

Aw, look at it, it thinks it’s accipitrids.

The Quetzalcoatlus’ bill, though, doesn’t have that hook. It doesn’t look like the bill of a bird that dismembers its food. The closest thing I could think of to compare it with was stork bills. Specifically the marabou.

Ol’ pickaxe-for-a-face. This is the beak of an animal that stabs smaller prey and swallows them whole with minimum processing.

But a bill this long and pointed, turns out, is good for stabbing but not for tearing meat. Marabous are scavengers, but they won’t tear apart a carcass on their own. The “[b]ill [is] not well designed for dismembering carcasses, so [it] normally steals scraps from vultures or snatches up morsels that are dropped” (del Hoyo, Elliott, and Sargatal, 1992).

As you can see, vultures retained the hallmark accipitrid steak knife face, and are much better at Ripping and Tearing. This one (the lappet-faced vulture) generally goes first, being big and strong enough to Rip and Tear tough hide and get to the fleshy interior.

In fact, “[d]espite its huge bill, the [marabou] stork can rarely dominate a carcass and normally stands by the much more numerous vultures and nips in from time to time to snatch morsels which are dropped by others, though Tawny Eagles (Aquila rapax) in turn often steal food from the stork. The bill is not apparently very effective for cutting up meat and dismemberment is normally carried out quite simply by pulling” (del Hoyo, Elliott, and Sargatal, 1992). And if marabous have trouble with the average carcass, I wouldn’t imagine Quetzalcoatlus would fare much better with a titanosaur, which presumably has rather thick skin too.

One big happy family. That’s a much smaller carcass being shared (with the obligatory squabbling) by a whole bunch of dinosaurs. Neither vultures nor marabou are trying to monopolize it.

So... I don’t see why the big stork pterosaurs would chase away a perfectly good meat processor. I know everyone wants to see Big Prehistoric Animals Fighting With Lethal Intent, and everyone wants to see Tyrannosaurus Getting Knocked Down A Peg By The New Hotness, but I think it would have been a more interesting and believable scene - not to mention more in keeping with Prehistoric Planet’s attempt to be as scientifically believable as possible - if the pterosaurs acted like marabous the size of giraffes, both them and the tyrannosaur keeping a respectful distance of each other, and snapping up bits of meat left behind. And maybe the pterosaurs pulling the dinosaur’s tail for good measure, the way ravens bully eagles.

But it would make for a much less exciting scene. Who wants to watch a bunch of scavengers milling around a carcass and honking at each other as they jockey for the best morsels and settling their differences in ways that involve as little risk as possible? I mean, I do, but I don’t assume the average viewer does.

And that concludes my altogether far too long opinion on a single scene from a great series. Of course, I’m not a paleontologist and never will be, I’m only approaching this with what I know about birds, so please feel free to let me know if there’s any details of Quetzalcoatlus anatomy that do in fact suggest it could rip and tear!

References

del Hoyo, J.; Elliott, A.; and Sargatal, J. eds. (1992) Handbook of the Birds of the World, Vol. 1. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.

[matenrou-fan]

Dry orgasm with Mammon

love to make him a bottom <3

NBreader, dom! reader, teasing, begging, bandage, blindfold, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dry orgasm;; 1567 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You lean back a little, just to admire your beautiful work. Smirk plays on your lips as all efforts and time were worth it, the view in front of you was mesmerizing.

Mammon was lying in his bed, absolutely naked, only thick ropes wrapped around his trembling body as he already was squirming around, impatient. You can see small drops of sweat on his toned skin and how his chest was lowered and raised with every deep breath. Someone was quite nervous right now.

"Fuck.. I can't see anything.." - he mumbled as blindfold was tight around his eyes.

You chuckle, trying to not make any sound as your hand reaches to his abs, fingertips slowly caressing his skin. Demon gasps and shrugs from sudden touch, wave of goosebumps running from the spot where you touched him right to his crotch.

"See? Isn't this more interesting that way?" - you lean closer and whisper to his ear, then stork his arms that are tied up behind his back. - "Is everything okay, though? It didn't hurt anywhere?"

It was your small fantasy that you have been dreaming about for a long time now. So of course you prepared yourself well and bought good and soft ropes, that was and especially for bondage, but you still were kinda nervous about your boyfriend's comfort.

"Of course it didn't hurt..! I'm a great demon, after all, don't you dare think that it's bothering me or something..!" - you didn't see his eyes, only his furrowed brows, but you chuckle, already knowing what kind of look he would give you. Oh how you loved his self confident bratty behavior, especially when you were able to get through this thick skin and bring his much more shy obedient nature. It's just so amusing, when Mammon tries to play cool when, in fact, absolutely loses it.

Just like right now - despite his prideful speech, you can see his dick was already half hard, trembling a little from the cold air of the bedroom.

"Then I will start.." - you kiss his cheek and then sit between his legs, hands slowly caressing his thighs.

Mammon whispered, biting his lips. All his sensors were tensed up, as he can't see your movements, or even predict them..! His whole body was so sensitive now, all your touches sent tingles down his spine and he shut his eyes, trying to calm down.

But you can hear as his breath becomes heavier, and your warm arms move closer to his crotch, tickling inner thighs with only fingertips. You slowly draw small circles here, and every time as your warm skin gets too close to his balls, demon bites his lips even more, flinching under your touches.

"What's wrong? We just started.." - you can't help but tease him a little, seeing how his dick becomes more and more harder, twitching in anticipation of any touch.

"N.. nothing wrong.." - Mammon whispered and cursed himself, as his voice was much weaker than he wished it would be. All his thoughts were concerned around his now fully erected cock, as he wanted you to already touch him here..

And you touch, but in your teasing manner - fingers get closer to the base of his penis, rubbing sensitive skin but you didn't stroke the whole length, only playing here.

Even though there's a blindfold in his eyes, you keep looking right at his face, it was just so fun to watch his reaction, as Mammon just can't hide his true emotions. Smile whispers, lip bites, sudden rapid breath and red, red cheeks - you don't need words to see how much he struggles to ask you for more friction, just for a little more firm touch as you only work with your fingertips.

"Please.." - he finally breaks, throwing off his pride as his hips begin to lift up, closer to your arms. - "Please, s/o.. touch me.."

"What do you mean, Mammon?" - you get closer to his dick so your hot breath will hit his oversensetive skin on purpose - "I'm already touching you, don't you feel it?"

After this world you stroke his hips more firmly, your knuckles brush his balls lightly and he sob, completely losing it.

"N..no.. Please, please, s/o, I will be a good boy.. Just touch me.." - he whines, spreading his legs wider as his hips keep trembling. For Mammon, the whole room was full of sultry air and it was hard to breathe, and only around his heated up core everything was so cold, shivers run up and down on his member as he keeps begging. It was so humiliating to do but isn't his dick just twitch more now?

"Good.." - you nod and finally take his dick in your hand, slowly stroking it. Loud moan escaped demon's lips as he threw his head back, enjoying it too much. For a moment his whole body was overflowing with a wave of pleasure, as goosebumps kept running on his skin with every your stroke.

"See just how nice and good it is when you're obedient, mm?" - smuggy smirk on your lips as you enjoy his needy moans. Small drops of precum were dripping from his trembling tip, and you smear sticky fluid on his whole length so it would be easy to speed up now.

Mammon just sobs as an answer, hearing these shameful slaps of your skins against his hips and his own pathetic moans was so embarrassing.. but he can't control neither his body nor his voice as you make him feel so good, already knowing all his sensitive spots and favorite pace, and now abusing this info to make him go crazy.

"S.. s/o.. I wanna cum, please, let me cum, please.." - he mumbled, mostly for himself as his voice was too weak and high pitched, whole body trembling as he got closer and closer to the edge. You smirk and speed up even more, fast and aggressive squeezes of your arms pushing him to the climax.

Mammon flinches, feeling as his whole body tensed up in his crotch and then lets out a loud broken cry as he cums, so intensive and hard his mind goes blank for a moment. Back arched from unbearable pleasure as he keeps moaning, covering himself and sheets around in hot sticky fluid.

"Good boy.. You came so much today, did you enjoy that so much..?" - you cooed when he calmed down a little. Visible wet marks from tears of shame on your boyfriend's cheeks amused you even more and you touch his still hard dick again. - "I can see you're ready for round two?"

He gulp. For a moment he thought that now you would move up to a main thing, as he already wondering how good it would be, to be fucked mercilessly as you bouncing on his cock, riding and using him just like a sex toy.. He is never gonna admit that this kind of thoughts arouse him more than anything, always making him painfully hard.

But you have another plan, as you keep pleasuring him with your hands, not even with your mouth. Hot calm breath was tickling his tip, so close that he almost could feel your wet tongue on his glans. Did you just want him to ask for this too? Because he's so horny, even after that strong orgasm, he's willing to beg pathetically for anything right now.

"Mm.. s/o.. please.. please.." - he begins but you shush at him, already knowing what he wants. Not right now.

Maybe you were a little bit sadistic today but you just wanted to check one thing, to push Mammon to the point where he would be absolutely lost in pleasure, unable to speak properly and just whine under your touch..

So you quickly make him cum again, not that hard as the first one as he gets used to complete darkness in his eyes, but it's still impressive how much semen he produces again, his balls tightened as he groans weakly, hips convulse from pleasure.

His moans become more messy and loud when you pressed your hand against his cock again, despite his throat was burning and he can't stop crying, his whole body pulsing as his muscles was tensed up, Mammon just can't help but leaning forward to your warmness, accepting that he will not get more than your arms today. But the way you use those arms was enough for him to forget about anything as another tingling paralyzed his whole body, you pumping his dick with such force then slowed down so quickly, playing with him.

But as soon as his spine arched again, cock twitching rapidly as he cums.. nothing came out this time. Mammon mewl, absolutely ashamed, gulping and breathing heavily as he tries to understand what just happened.

"Ooh? So I was able to finally bring you to dry orgasm? How cute.." - you murmur, looking at his now softened dick that still trembles a little.

Due to your boyfriend's reaction he was completely unaware about this and just sobs as his chest quickly gets up and down. You lean closer to his face, wiping hot tears and kissing him softly.

"Please.. I can't take it anymore.." - his voice was so shaky as he was too embarrassed to even talk, head dizzy after such a bright and wild experience.

"Mm.. maybe another one orgasm and I will think about it, okay?♡"

[cherryxcadbury]

hey! just saw your post. could you write a mbappe imagine where they have a child and him and the child try to convince the reader for another sibling. super fluff!! 💋💋

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

2nd person pov

"Nicolas! Amour! Where are you two?" You called, waltzing into the sitting room where your son & husband sat.

The two were snuggled into the couch, whispering loudly into each other's ears in French. You tried hard to understand what they were saying, but your lack of knowledge on French did not help you in the slightest. The two perked up when they saw you enter.

"Cherie! Come sit!" Kylian smiled, patting the sofa, gesturing to sit between him and Nicolas.

You smiled, doing as suggested, laying back into the couch. Nicolas immediately climbed on your lap, while Kylian moved closer to you and placed your legs on his lap.

You eyed your two boys suspiciously. 

"What's going on?" 

"What do you mean mummy?" Nicolas looked up at you with deep eyes, full of emotion.

You chuckled, "Nothing. Mummy didn't mean anything." You kissed his cheek.

"I meant, what's up with you?" You shot Kylian a pointed look, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well, me and Nicolas were talking about what he wants for his birthday." Kylian began. 

You quirked and eyebrow at the both of them this time.

"Your birthday was last month love." You told your son.

"Yes but next year. When I turn four." He responded.

"Well," You said, turning your head to face him, "What is it that you want."

"A little brother or sister." He grinned, with so much hope in his eyes.

You smiled back at him but shot Kylian a dirty look, who just smirked in reply. He gently grabbed your face, and kissed you. It was a clear attempt to convince you to try for another child.

You swatted him away and turned back to Nicolas. 

"You know my love. Having a child isn't that easy." You reminded your son.

"Why don't you just go to the store and buy one?" Nicolas questioned innocently.

His eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh oh oh! Or ask Santa for Christmas next year, and a stork will come and drop one off!"

"Actually Nico, to have a child it needs more involvement in mummy and daddy's part s—" Kylian began.

You immediately shushed him. 

"Idiot! He's too young for this talk!" You scolded your husband.

"Mummy and Daddy will try very hard and talk to Santa about it. Okay?" You told Nicolas, who nodded enthusiastically. 

"Now come on, let's watch the film." You all directed your attention to the television.

Well at least you all thought you directed your attention. Not a moment later you felt a hand on your thigh. A thumb circling in the same spot over & over again. You turned to scowl at Kylian who just winked at you. 

You couldn't help but laugh.

***

Not more than thirty minutes later, Nicolas was asleep.

Kylian bent low to Nicolas's ear and whispered something in French to see if he was still awake. He was not. The two of your shared a knowing look. Words weren't needed ti communicate what you needed to communicate. 

You both got up, Nicolas in your arms, Kylian's arms around your waist. You had to walk only a few strides before you entered your son's room. Kylian gently laid him down and kissed his forehead. You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You kissed Nicolas's cheek, and wished him a good night. Though he was fast, fast asleep. 

The two of you walked out of his room quietly, being extra careful when closing the door. A sigh of relief was let out when it was all done without waking him up. You were about to head to the washroom to shower and get ready for bed before you felt Kylians grip on your wrist. He twirled you around so you were close to the wall. His forehead against yours, lips merely centimeters away from each other. 

"So about that baby?" He smirked. 

You scoffed. 

"Aw come on cherie! It's not like we can't give him a sibling." Kylian protested.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Maybe I just don't want to do what's required to make the child." You shot him a wink.

Kylian cocked his head, "Amour. I'm Kylian Mbappe. Everyone's attracted to me!" 

You smacked your hand against your forehead.

"Contrary to popular belief Kylian. Not everyone finds ninja turtles attractive."

“Pleaseee Y/N! Think about how cute it would be to have a little you running around! Then our family would truly be complete!”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, before strolling into your master bedroom, purposefully leaving the door wide open.

Kylian stood dumbfounded for a few minutes. He was very very confused. His ego also took a hit. You poked your head out from the door.

"Do you want to make that baby or not?" 

Thanks to Kylians speed, it didn't take one second for him to be in that room with the door slammed shut. 

*** Eleven months later

“Nicolas! Come see your birthday gift.” You warmly smiled at your son from the hospital bed.

Nicolas walked gingerly, hand in hand with his dad. Kylian greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, while Nicolas stood on his tip toes to see his new siblings. They were twins, one boy, and one girl.

Was that the plan? No, not really.

Nicolas’s eyes widened in delight while Kylian was almost reduced to tears. You propped Nicolas up on the hospital bed with you, while transferring both children into the arms of Kylian.

“They’re beautiful amour. We did a great job. I’m proud of you.” Kylian complimented, wishing he could take your hand if both weren’t occupied with holding his new kids.

“Mummy. I asked Santa for two brothers. Not a sister. The storks messed up.” Nicolas frowned.

You and Kylian laughed while he nudged Nicolas’s shoulder.

“Nicolas. Do you want to name them?” Kylian asked earnestly, receiving a nod from you in approval.

Secretly, you were a little hesitant. There was one certain name you had your heart set on for the girl, you doubted Nicolas would choose it. But his happiness mattered more to you than some picture perfect names.

“Hmmm, for the boy, Theo.” Nicolas started.

You nodded, you liked it.

“And for the girl. Lena!” Nicolas cheered, looking into your eyes with glee.

You grinned, that had been the name you wanted all along. But how did he know? Ah, of course. You turned your head to meet your husband’s gaze. Of course it was Kylian’s doing.

“I love you.” You mouthed to him.

“I love you more.” He winked back, causing your cheeks to grow red.

still, after all these years. That man’s affect on you would never change.

[madhatterbri]

Second Chance | C.G.

Summary: He uses her for sex but then she finds out that was his intention so she gets angry at him but then he regrets it so he tries to make her forgive him because he realizes that he actually is in love with her? For the Colten Gunn x fem reader, happy ending, please, and thank you ☺️

Author's Note: I'm so sorry it took so long.

Requested by: Anonymous

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Taglist: @magicalbuttertarts

"Colten, I think I'm in love with you," Y/N told him. When she went to kiss him, he moved his head away.

The guilt ate at him. This was a living, breathing person not someone to just fuck whenever he wanted. He closed his eyes and looked back into hers. They were full of confusion. Soon, they'd be filled with hurt.

"This isn't real, Y/N. Us,"

"Colten, what are you talking about?" Y/N asked. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"It is just sex,"

Her face dropped immediately. The color drained from her face. Her stomach felt like it dropped inside an endless pit. Tears sprung to her eyes, but they wouldn't fall. Her eyes were glossy.

He took a step back, expecting her to slap him. Colten knew he deserved that much and more. All the unnecessary hurt he caused her. The first few tears fell down her face as she processed the information.

"Why?" She asked. "You have a whole selection of fans that would throw themselves at you. Why me?"

"You were really into me, and we both work for the same company. It'd be sex whenever I wanted, really,"

Y/N stared at him in shock. This couldn't be the man she fell in love with. She felt so stupid. All the wrestlers that warned her about him. They were right the whole time. The heartbroken woman went to speak yet stopped. There was nothing that could make this situation better. She left without saying another word.

Colten Gunn is an idiot. At least that's what Jay, Juice, and his younger brother Austin repeated multiple times. When they found out they were pissed. They yelled a little and questioned how he could be so heartless.

"Are you sure he's your brother?" Jay asked Austin.

"Sometimes I think he was dropped off at the wrong house by the stork or dad dropped him on the head as a baby," Auatin answered.

They barely spoke to Colten now without some sort of insult. This wasn't the worst part. He was used to them ragging on him. The worst part was seeing Y/N now.

Every time their eyes met, she would immediately look away from him. A few times, her face was flushed like she wanted to cry. Anything and everything reminded him of Y/N. Any place they previously visited, he would imagine her there.

He missed her pretty smile. The way she would wrap her arms around him after a match or promo. Her lips would pepper his skin with kisses to make him feel better. He missed when she took care of his wounds.

His sheets still smelled like her. The memories of them being in the house haunted him. Lonely nights were spent reaching out to the cold sheets. Colten knew this wasn't normal. He cursed at himself. He was in love with her. Now, he had to win her back.

"You want to win Y/N back?" Jay asked him. A smile appeared on his face. His eyes looked at him in disbelief. His friend was just spouting nonsense now. There was no way a girl in their right mind would go back to a man who used her for sex.

"I'm in love with her, Jay," he answered sheepishly.

Jay looked around the bar. He honestly thought this was a prank. The bartender was a little liberal with the alcohol. Maybe Colten was really feeling the effects from it.

"Come off it, mate. The poor girl told you she was in love with you, and you told her it was all for sex. No girl in their right mind would go back to you," he told him flatly. The Switchblade was known for his honestly. Something that was respected by Colten that was now detested.

Colten sighed and finished his drink. He paid his tab and made his way towards his room. When the elevator doors opened, he stood in disbelief. His Y/N was walking down the hallway to her room. He had to stop her. He had to do something, anything to prove he wasn't the man that broke her heart. Feeling a spark of confidence, he quickly rushed out of the elevator to follow her.

"Y/N?" He asked.

Y/N froze the moment she pressed her hotel key to the lock. Her heart raced in her chest. This couldn't be happening. She turned to look at him. Once her eyes locked on him, the hurt came back. She was now angry. "What?"

"I miss you," he answered. "I want you back,"

Y/N started to laugh. "You miss having sex with me, Colten. You don't miss me. Give it another week, and you'll be on to your next victim. Good night, Colten,"

She didn't bother waiting for him to reply. Y/N opened her door to her room. She needed to stop seeing him if she was going to be strong. As much as she missed him, she couldn't be with a man who told her such hurtful things.

Colten felt like he was losing his shot with her. He had to do something. Something drastic. "I love you,"

Y/N froze in place. Those three words were the last thing she expected to hear from him. "No, you don't, Colten. You've been drinking. Just go back to your room,"

She didn't believe him as expected, but at least she stopped. "I'm in love with you, Y/N. Yes, the beginning was sex and it was great. Like really great,"

"Get to your point, Colten,"

"I'm sorry. I took you for granted. You are so much more to me than just sex. I think about you all the time. When I sleep, when I'm in the ring, when I go to places we've been together. You make me feel things no other woman has ever made me feel. If you give me another chance, I'll spend the rest of our lives proving that I'm the man for you. No more games. Just you and I,"

A few tears rolled down her cheeks. No one had ever told her this before. "You really hurt me, Colten,"

"I know, and I'm sorry. I want to show you the guy I can be, please,"

Y/N played with the key card in her fingers. She felt so lost. On one hand, he was a jack ass. On the other, she couldn't lie to herself. She was in love with him.

"Will we take it slow?"

"Yes. Anything you want,"

For the first time in a while, she smiled at him. He couldn't help but smile back. "I guess I could give you a second chance,"

"You won't regret it, Y/N," he promised.

[bluestrawberrybunny]

Adorable concept I will write about later (inspired by @rat-n-atty’s SMGenerations and @theforty7thgamer):

Baby SMG6. He was dropped off by a stork to the Showgrounds and the stork said he was specifically a delivery for SMG4, and so 4 named him SMG6 because of the Roman numeral 6 on his gloves. SMG5 is being raised by 3, but they were delivered as an older infant while SMG6 was a newborn.

But I had to draw 4 and 6 first because the thought is SO FUCKING ADORABLE!!!! SMG4 being a dad warms my heart more than you guys realize!!!!

And baby SMG6 is so FUCKING CUTE!!!!!

Gonna be writing one shots for this probably with literally no real plot other than cute fluffy moments because LOOK AT THEM!!!

[satanandsoul]

Which kind of people are your type? And why are you attracted to them?

Trigger Warning: One of the three readings mentions self-harm. Proceed with caution.

<<Pile 1>>

Your oracle card: Stork "Receive blessings and gifts"

Your tarot cards: 8 of Cups Rx, 9 of Pentacles Rx

You prefer someone who is well-to-do and is generous with gifts. Your love languages are gifts and words of affirmation. In many Asian cultures, storks are considered auspicious. The reason why you are attracted to this type of people is because in the past you once met someone who is the exact opposite. You were left emotionally unfulfilled by that ungiving person. You did not feel cherished. Such past helps you realise what kind of people are a fit for you. Another reason for you to be attracted to this stork type of people is because you are not financially stable yourself. Now, I am not saying you are a gold-digger. But we all tend to want things we don't inherently have subconsciously.

<<Pile 2>>

Your oracle card: Mouse "Release worry"

Your tarot cards: Ace of Swords, The Death Rx

Oh no, that self harm card dropped out again... I hate seeing this card. It makes me sad. You prefer people who are carefree and happy-go-lucky. The reason why you are attracted to such people is because you tend to see the worst in every situation or in people. Most likely you have depression tendency. You may even have had thoughts of self harm. Please seek help if you do. You would like to break free from this self-destructive pattern. That is why subconsciously you feel like if you can get close to people who are carefree, their happy vibe will rub off on you.

<<Pile 3>>

Your oracle card: Mountain Goat "Keep Going"

Your tarot cards: 8 of Wands Rx, 7 of Wands

A goal getter is your type of person. The Mountain Goat card reminds me of The Emperor card in tarot and Aries energy as well. You detest people who are all talk and no action. You yourself have little patience. You often dive into things the moment an idea is conceived within your mind. Very impulsive energy from your end. And you prefer the mountain goat type of people because you feel like you have been fighting against the whole world by yourself your whole life. You would very much like a company. In this case, similarity attracts.

[abysswalkersknight]

A sequel to this drabble. Though I admit it was a little harder than the other.

While writing half of this I was thinking about that scene from the movie storks when they fight the penguins.

..................

He truly didn’t know what was worse, protecting his son from his past self or this.

His dear son, curled up in the throes of slumber against the chest of that loathsome heathen who so daringly has his arms wrapped loosely around his boy’s torso, leering down at Lilia from his chin’s perch on silver’s shoulder ‘what’s the matter old boy, that glare doesn’t suit a cute face like yours’ Lilia scowls at him and replies with an all too familiar gesture that would surely have Silver reprimanding him were he awake, alas twas not so instead his precious son was captured in such an image that Lilia would be cooing all over him, if it weren’t for this one abhorrent factor, who knowingly smirks back at Lilia with all the smugness more suited for a mischievous cat. 

After the small incident where Lilia had beat the ever loving daylights out of his younger self, poor Silver had been wracked with miserable guilt despite his father’s protestations, claiming that he had been careless and had startled Vanrouge, thus to Lilia’s displeasure he wanted to make amends with the wild fae but ever since the incident Lilia had practically glued himself to Silver’s side whenever the general was in sight even going as far as to hissing at the fae whenever he thought he was too close to his son. As such Vanrouge kept a wide berth with his head down low and Lilia would have gladly left it at that but of course when it came to things like this Silver was rather persistent. For days Lilia watched scornfully as his dear boy ventured out to look for Vanrouge, sometimes he just couldn’t understand the extent of Silver’s kindness. Just mere days ago he had been attacked by the very fae he was searching very intently for and still Silver wishes to apologise to make amends no matter how many times Lilia tried to advise that it was near impossible to reason with a beast like him at that age, the bloodlust was too far ingrained and hadn’t time to rust away. But never did Silver give up and every time they found Vanrouge he would harshly refuse whatever Silver brought as a peace offering, personally Lilia was rather offended when the rats were rejected, it took him hours to catch all of them at Silver’s behest, but oh well more for Lilia. It had been this way for some time until suddenly one day Vanrouge was found begrudgingly eating risotto next to a triumphant Silver, really what was Lilia expecting, of course his son was capable of taming even the most rabid of beasts. But did it really have to be this beast? ‘Pray, do tell how this came to be? You’ve better not be holding him hostage, Vanrouge’ he growls hands on his hips and eye almost irritably twitching  as his son shuffled in his sleep and almost buried his face in the general’s neck ‘why I’ve not the slightest clue myself, the poor thing just waltzed in here all dazed like and next thing you know he’s crawling up to me before dropping like so’ he smugly explains, nuzzling his cheek against silver locks. Oh you little…

The snide, conniving look he gives Lilia gives him the unshakable urge to bloody it black and blue again ‘why there was no hesitation whatsoever, he must have mistaken me as his father or something’

‘Of course he would, we have the same face!’ As much as he’d hate to admit, Silver’s recognition was never the best whenever a sleep spell hit him and Lilia did teach the boy to seek him out when he felt one coming. Oh well it can’t be helped he thinks reaching out to carry his boy off to the comforts of his bed only to gasp in indignation when sharp fangs clamp firmly into his hand. There’s a heavy pause as Lilia stares down at Vanrouge, who curls closer to his son, the promise of a slow, painful death blazing in his crimson eyes, yet the general was not intimidated in the slightest, of course not, what with the firm yet gentle way he manoeuvres Silver off him and down on the couch cushions, all without breaking eye contact or releasing his fang’s grip, so Lilia takes the ample opportunity to seize the ponytail he was so glad to shear off in his youth and send them both tumbling to the ground whose soft rug muffled the thud. In a silent brawl the two fae once again bite and kick at each other, daring the other to so much as make a sound and wake up the sleeping child above them, in a sense to Lilia it was a way to prove to himself that this younger version of him was just as he believed he was, a ruthless monster entirely incapable of caring for others, even if it was merely staying quiet just so his child could nap in peace. Yet as they scrapped Vanrouge refused to yield, showing off his familiar prowess by moving so that like Lilia, any blow thrown and received was muffled in some way. At one point they paused in fear when they heard a soft groan but Silver simply turned around and fell silent once more, suddenly Vanrouge whips out a fork of all things and drives it into Lilia’s arm. Lilia cried out in pain but toned it down to a quiet squeal, he rips out the fork and plunged it into the general’s shoulder who’s face blanked on impact and all of a sudden seized a spare cushion from the couch and screamed into it. Lilia would have found the whole thing hilarious had it been anyone else brawling like this.

In the background a certain Zigvolt raises an unimpressed eyebrow at the strange scene before him, honestly this would be a lot more impressive if the two fae weren’t trying to throttle the other in total silence. Wait, are they mouthing death threats to each other? Usually Sebek would never in his life dare to roll his eyes at Master Lilia but what was he to do? This was far too ridiculous, and Silver was bound to get a sore neck with the position he was in. 

The two scrabbling generals didn’t even noticed Sebek walking around them towards Silver  where he swung his fellow guard’s arm round his neck and hoisted him into his arms, may as well get him to bed, he thought as he carefully slipped out of the room, looking back to the still fighting Lilia’s, now I understand what Grandfather meant when he said that Master Lilia could be an idiot. Seven help him, these old fae were so oblivious.

[nastasya--filippovna]

Hiii mutal!!!! I love seeing your doctor who reposts and I wanted to ask you how did you get into doctor who/who’s your favorite doctor?

Heyoooooo!!!! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!

Oh My Gallifrey! This is my favorite anecdote to tell (well this one and how I got into Good Omens).

I remember it SO vividly. And it's a funny story so I hope you won't mind if I deep dive down memory lane! ;P It was April 2007. I was three years old. We were going to our aunt's house. Well there were two aunts. So we stop at Aunt A's house first to drop off something my mum had cooked and this cousin of mine is watching a movie ''bout a kid who can communicate with aliens and I asked "HOW?!" and he explained it was bcs a ufo crashed into his parent's car when his mum was pregnant with him... and I was so bewildered because I thought storks delivered babies.... oops. So that was the day I found out about childbirth (I mean just the bit about the birth not what happens before *nervous laughter*)

AND THEN we went to our other aunt's house where we were going to spend the weekend (right on time it's like the universe was calling) and her son is watching nothing other than DOCTOR WHO!

It was a Martha episode I remember but unfortunately I don't remember which but I am safely willing to bet on The Shakespeare Code. SO yeah Martha was my first companion. And I was absolutely mesmerized. And over the weekend we binged all of the previous episodes (well most of them anyway) and I remember crying over Doomsday so hard that everyone came round to make me shut up (it's not just a show mom!).

Well back then 10 was my favorite Doctor. And after 10 regenerated I kinda didn't want to continue... I lost the taste for it... at the time it was hard to heal so quickly from losing a character you've loved for such a long time, esp when you're a child and you feel that those stories are more real than reality and you believe in other worlds and magic blue boxes.

But recently when I came back to the show, I realized that I have fallen in love first with 11, then 12, then 13, 14 AND now rn, my favorite Doctor is 15... so it's safe to say (I know it sounds weird but) that I love ALL the Doctors.