#aand stroke!

[touchmycoat]

love them committing to the logical extreme of Sand's character. Love the perfect 180˚ pivot from "Sand's empathy and care leads to him forgiving Ray" at the top of the episode to "Sand's empathy and care leads to him letting Boeing back into his life" at the goddamn bottom.

[astro-inthestars]

HIII BEESTIE I SAW YOUR NEW SONA THE MOMENT I WOKE UP AND WAS LIKE "I NEED TO DRAW THAT RIGHT NOW!!!!!" IM GLAD YOU LIKE ITTTT

OH MY GOD IS THAT A BEE?!?!

Me when my friends have such cool and funky sonas

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUAUUAHWUHAUHGUGWHUAGJSHD ASTRO?!?!??!?!??!?!!!!! HELLO?!!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!!!!!

I AUAIKAUIGHIUWIOHISJGKLSHKFLJSDKLHRKLSDJGKLHK

AAAAAA THANK YOU QMQ QMQ I LOVE THIS SMM AUSKDLJGHSDKLHRRKJSDHG💥💥💥

[uzurakis]

i constantly think about how yuuji would be a sucker for you playing with his hair

he’s sprawled out comfortably, his head resting in your lap, a content smile on his face. you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair, and he lets out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. “you like this, don’t you baby?” you ask, a playful lilt in your voice. “mmhmm,” ur pink haired boyfriend mumbles, barely coherent, “feels niceee.” especially when you scratch one specific spot on the back of his head. if i vaguely recall, he has an undercut, right? so pls give this baby a nice messy ruffle on his head hehehe

aand this goes both ways! nonnie i just thought of this exact thing last night sfahshsh. now you’re lounging on the bed, your back comfortably leaning against yuuji’s chest. his arms are wrapped around you, and he’s gently stroking your hair, running his fingers from the roots down to the very ends of your locks. he gave you a quick peck, pressing his tender lips to the back of your head. “i love you,” he whispers against your hair, his breath warm and comforting

[shakooo]

Hey Shakoo!! 🫶🏼✨

Mel here!! :D I was wondering if you perhaps have any tips on backgrounds?? I gotta do backgrounds for something important coming' up in my blog then realized... "Oh crap. I don't know how to draw backgrounds!! 😀"

Thank youuuuu!! <3

HIIII‼️ Moony, sorry for barely answering, but when i read your question iknew i had to answer it as detailed as possible jdksjsk soo well here it is, i made some notes!! i hope they help youu and if you can't read something because of my bad handwriting just tell me

i also apologize if there are errors in the writing, but as you know, english is not my first language TwTT

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a somewhat strange tip that i can give you too is to notice how things work around you as well as the environment, like one thing that i usualy do very often is take photos of landscapes, since for example when i want to paint the sky , i can use them as a reference jsksjsk

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two things i can mention the first is about being careful with saturating the backgrounds with details((?sometimes it will take you a long time to make them and they won't even be visible in the final drawing😔 and the other thing that i can mention but that is more of a personal taste is that you can leave things in a mess aand what do i mean by that??? well, let the brush strokes be seen, and there be no lineart in the background i feel like that gives a lot of life to a drawing

im still struggling to achieve that because uhhhm sometimes i go over details and saturate my drawings with many things, when i want to go for a simpler path JAJAJAJ since I LOVE how the lines look in the conceptual art or in drawings like that in general jjejej BUT that is up to your personal decision of!!

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AND FINALLY

i also have a couple of speedpaints here that maybe can help youuuu

and that's all (i think) maybe i didn't know how to explain it well or something like that but i tried jsjsks and i hope that as i already said this helps you Moonyy!!!! btw i've seen your blog AND IT'S GOING EXCELLENT, so i want to see how everything will develop >:3

[sword-swordswordsknife]

[mature since 18+ & general content warning!!]

hello hello! friend playing ISAT first time, i'm also in call, we are doing voices!! LIVE as of 6/6 at 6ishPM EST!!!

he's sooo close to beating the king everyone [at end of act 2]!!! i am sooooo sure they can beat the game today!!! *incorrect buzzer can be faintly heard in the distance* i dont know what that was. haha.

but yea come hang/lurk/chat/fish if desired it'll be grand :D

today's bonus sneak peak is the completed start & end of a stream bit comic that is still a WIP. since 7.5 more odiles need to be completed first LOL

aand also an attached clip compilation of what itll be fully based on under the cut!

CW for minor stroke/hospital talk.

TLDW. i cant read. odile my sincerest apologies for being unable to read. ASFFDSASAA

[fictional-orphan-smackdown]

Round 2, match 9!

All propaganda and what each competitor is from under the cut

Trafalgar D. Water Law (Once Piece)

Law is a genocide survivor who saw his parents' dead bodies along with experiencing a whole bunch of other messed up stuff (his sister burning to death, the people of his country being shot for being poisoned by their own government, being terminally ill, escaping the genocide by hiding under a pile of dead bodies, etc etc). After all this shit, he eventually got forcibly adopted by this one guy and dragged around the world looking for a cure for his illness. Right when Law started to trust and love his new caretaker, he is also brutally murdered in front of him. Law's life goal for the next decade is to get revenge on the person who killed his adoptive father. Vote for him bc he needs a goddamn win for once in his life. He is the people's princess and the narrative's favorite punching bag. Also, his depressed, PTSD-ridden autistic swag and scoliosis realness have captivated me body and soul

His biological parents were killed (before his eyes, by the governement) when he was 10(?). He then joined a bunch of pirates, knowing he wouldn't have much time (and will) left to live anyway. There he was sort of adopted by the Big Bad Pirate's brother, who managed to save his life, only for said brother to be killed (more or less before Law's eyes, by the Big Bad Pirate), when he was 13. You could say he was orphaned twice.

He’s literally got the double orphan special (Parents died and then the guy who took him in after them died too) that’s a 50% increase in orphannedness above your standard orphan. He’s also cool as fuck.

Law's parents were already on death row along with him and his younger sister due to a disease that shortens the life span of a person. The disease can only be passed down genetically and has afflicted everyone in the town that he has grown up in. Due to the sudden outbreak and unknown nature of the disease to the rest of the world panicked and the government closed off his city, killing everyone there. That is how his first set of parents died when he was 10, I think. Still then Law would later join a pirate crew where he would eventually be taken away 2-3 years later by Corazon, marine working undercover as a pirate in order to take down this brother, who is the captain of crew Law joined. Corazon took him in order to cure Law's disease which he still had and to get him away from Doflamingo, his brother. Over the course of 6 months the two became close with Corazon essentially becoming a father figure to Law. I am simplify this but at some point of Doflamingo catches on to Corazon being a double agent and finds him. Doflamingo then proceeds to find Corazon and shoot him in front of a chest that Law was hiding in.

Law has faced many hardships since he was a child, but used his experiences to become an extremely powerful doctor. His pirate crew theme and his Devil Fruit ability are all owed to his adoptive father. Law acts really gruff and serious most of the time, initially seeming like a cool, calculating character and feared swordsman… but one second around the Straw Hats and you quickly see just how silly he really is. He hates bread. He collects coins. He is obsessed with ninjas and superhero comic books. In one arc he just fucked around with his powers and INVENTED harpies and centaurs. Oh, and his First Mate is a polar bear. What could be better than that?

The government ordered to kill everyone in Law's country due to everyone getting "fantasy lead poisoning" disease, which was wrongfully thought to be contagious stroked. Law's family was living at the hospital when they got attacked, his parents (who were doctors) got killed and the hospital got set on fire with his little sister inside. He managed to fled the country hiding in a pile of corpses and ended up joining a pirate crew lead by Doflamingo. Law knew he had the disease and it was going to kill him in three years. Doflamingo's brother, Rosinante took Law hospital to hospital to find a cure but they always rejected him thinking the disease was contagious. Then they learned that someone had offered Doflamingo a devil fruit that could grant him immortality. The fruit could also cure Law so Rosinante stole it and made Law eat it. He then made sure Law could escape Doflamingo and got killed by his brother.

dude spent his childhood getting thrown out of windows, while dying from a deadly disease (that was eventually cured) but while he was still showing symptoms of the disease no one would go near him out of fear and disgust, save for his father figure.

nothing can ever go right for this man. its fucking hilarious in the series and makes for some wonderful angst content. i want everyone who has not watched or read One Piece to know that, for half of his 'main' arc, he's carried around like a potato sack by MULTIPLE people. he is a damsel in despair. he didn't even need to be carried, he honestly could've walked, but he had to save that energy so he could take the like 17 lead bullets out of him. he's always getting shot or thrown out a window and he's severely injured more often than not. he's also a doctor/surgeon, one that should be able to cure incurable diseases, yet his pathetic loserboy ass is too busy being emo to worry about the several gunshot wounds and internal bleeding. god help this man but also don't because honestly it's really fucking funny

Ok, FIRST, when he was a tiny frog-disecting little kid, him and his family and island contacted a disease equivalent to cancer BUT his fam didn't die from that. No, no, his parents got gunned down by the military and his little sis was burned alive with the rest of his house, so, yeah, very traumatic, horrific in a way that makes you very angry at yourself and life and want to oh I don't know, kill everyone and everything possible until the day you die, which won't be long because you have cancer after all. Later, after joining a mafia/cult/gang, Law meets Corazon who after like 2 years kidnaps him to try and get him healed and so they spend the next 6 months bonding, WEEEEEE!! Wait, no, NOT weeee because Cora who is now his father-figure DIES having protected and saved him, and thus bruv becomes orphaned not once, not thrice, but TWO very traumatic times! If this isn't an orphan, idk what is……

Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

All of his people got wiped out except for him :(

I don't know waves hands around to signify a lot of feelings and a complete inability to express them I think he's neat,

Such a little kid that has no home to return to… and no family, before he gains some found one. Little guy who has to build new relationships completely from scratch

This kid is so real! He acts so much like a 12 year old, both being free and feeling the crushing weight of the world on his shoulders. the best part of him is that he sticks to his values and will not compromise his morals even when the easier, and frankly acceptable, answer is right there.

[theink-stainedfolk]

Silent Strokes

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Today’s outfit

Wystan thought to himself as he adjusted the collar of his oversized navy sweater. The soft wool was comforting against his skin, and the cardigan he’d layered on top was a deep shade of burgundy, with large, vintage-looking buttons that always drew attention. His trousers were a soft grey, slightly too long for his frame, pooling at the ankles just the way he liked it. To top it all off, he had chosen a pair of slightly mismatched socks—one with tiny purple ghosts, the other with golden crescent moons. He adjusted his scarf, the mustard yellow bringing a burst of warmth to his otherwise muted look.

Satisfied, he grabbed his leather bag, filled with more notebooks than was strictly necessary, and made his way to The Eosium Museum of Art aand Antiquities. He was excited, as always, to spend the afternoon wandering the galleries. There was something about being in the space surrounded by art that grounded him, gave him a sense of peace he couldn't quite find elsewhere.

Arriving at the museum, Wystan smiled to himself, taking in the familiar sight of the towering marble columns and the polished wood floors. As he approached the entrance, he noticed Sylvan standing by the reception desk, scribbling something in his notebook. His black coat was perfectly tailored, and his usual calm demeanor was present, but there was a certain restlessness in his posture today—something Wystan couldn’t place.

He walked up quietly, unsure if Sylvan had noticed his arrival, and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk to get his attention.

Sylvan looked up, and a soft smile crept onto his lips. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you were going to make it today." He signed something quickly, his hands fluid, but Wystan’s eyes darted down to his own hands, unsure for a moment how to respond.

Are you ready to explore again?

Wystan beamed, his heart skipping a beat at Sylvan’s graceful sign. His hands, as always, seemed to have a language all their own. Wystan had grown so used to it by now, but there was still a certain awe in how effortlessly Sylvan communicated with his hands, even when words weren’t involved.

He grabbed his own notebook, quickly writing:

Let’s start with the new exhibit. The one with the mythical creatures. I can’t wait to see it.

Sylvan read the note and raised an eyebrow and wrote. I thought you might be interested in that one. He paused for a moment, before adding, Have you considered the legend of the harbinger in that exhibit? It's not just mythological... There's a theory about it. Something rather old.

Wystan blinked, his curiosity piqued. He didn’t often hear Sylvan talk about legends or theories—he was usually so reserved. But something in Sylvan now was different, like he was holding back a secret he wasn’t sure if he wanted to share.

Wait, what do you mean by 'not just mythological'? Wystan asked, his fingers brushing against the edge of his notebook, wondering if it was okay to prod further.

Sylvan’s gaze shifted slightly, his fingers still for a brief moment. Maybe... it’s better to experience it in person. He glanced at Wystan, his smile enigmatic. Come on, let’s see if the exhibit is still open. I have a feeling you’ll find it more intriguing than you expect.

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They walked through the grand gallery halls, the light streaming through the tall windows casting long shadows on the floor. Wystan noticed how Sylvan’s presence was always so calm, like a quiet storm. He was still thinking about what Sylvan had said—the "harbinger" and how he seemed to know more than he was letting on.

When they finally reached the exhibit, Wystan's eyes immediately zeroed in on a large painting at the center of the room. The harbinger, with its elongated, almost ethereal form, stood before an ancient ruin, its eyes glowing with a faint golden hue. Wystan felt an odd chill crawl down his spine as he studied the figure, a strange sense of familiarity tugging at the edges of his mind.

He jotted a quick note in his book:

This feels... different. Do you feel it too?

Sylvan’s eyes flickered briefly to the painting before he wrote slowly, as though contemplating his words. It’s an old story, Wystan. One that I’ve come across before. Some say the harbinger is not just a creature, but a messenger of sorts. There are whispers about its true nature, but… those stories are hard to track down.

The cryptic answer only deepened the mystery for Wystan, and his heart thudded in his chest. His curiosity was bubbling over, his thoughts racing faster than he could write them down. What’s the connection?

Sylvan studied him for a moment, his eyes softening, but there was still that lingering edge of secrecy. Some things are best left unknown, don’t you think?

Wystan felt a shiver run down his spine. The way Sylvan said it—it was as if he knew something about the harbinger, or worse, had experienced something related to it. But before he could question him further, Sylvan stepped closer to him, his voice quieter now, and signed gently, I’ll tell you when you’re ready to hear it.

Wystan nodded, though a part of him felt that “when you’re ready” was a phrase laden with meaning. As they continued to wander the exhibit, the unease Wystan felt never fully faded, but the way Sylvan stayed close to him—almost protectively—offered a strange comfort.

His heart was still racing, but this time, it wasn’t just from the mystery. It was from the way Sylvan’s presence felt like it was pulling him deeper into something he wasn’t sure he could escape from.

They continued their walk in silence, the quiet only broken by the sound of their footsteps and the occasional scribbled note. But as they approached the next painting, Wystan couldn’t shake the feeling that the harbinger wasn’t the only thing in the museum that held secrets. And Sylvan, with all his careful mystery, seemed to be a part of them.

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So...is anyone wanting more than this? Like more than fluff? More sensual? No? Just me? Okay..

My ♡s: @paeliae-occasionally @willtheweaver @drchenquill @wyked-ao3 @the-inkwell-variable @corinneglass @seastarblue

[tiktaalic]

If i asked you to guess. How many times supernatural season 15. Said. I am going to show you in explicit detail the broad stroke s of a Bad Ending. And it was. Cas absent (dying) aand dean going on a suicide mission. You might guess zero. You may from this post guess one time. But I’m here to tell you it’s twice.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 6

welcome the the sixth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Chapped Lips by Creatortan

Lance's lips were a distraction, sometimes. Keith just couldn't keep his eyes off of them.

i read this one and forget to bookmark it and it haunted my mind for WEEKS as i desperately tried to find it again. i went bonkers bc i wanted to reread it so bad, bc it is EXCELLENT. its fun and gay and the team as family dynamics are AMAZING, no team bashing here!! and as usual the pining was chefs kiss.

2. Mine by Anonymous [EXPLICIT, ABO]

How do Lance and Keith react when the other is kidnapped?

Keith goes feral. Lance becomes deadly.

yeah, yeah, i know. another omegaverse. absolutely feel free to avoid this one if it’s not ur thing, i know it’s not for everyone, but it was one of my first pieces of bamf unhinged lance and i refuse to be ashamed of liking it lmao. also i think it’s fair to say that this fic inspired my unhinged batshit lance fic, at least a little. give it a try if ur like me an abo is a guilty pleasure lmao

3. the way i love you by @taylortot

quiet moments in which keith and lance fall in love. and kiss a lot. post s7.

words cannot explain how much this series means to me. genuinely a series that is so poetically soft and loving that it makes tears well in your eyes. i started reading this series right when i turned 16, and idk it truly made something crack in fizzle in my brain, it made me realise how careful and choosing love is. i have read this series more times than i can count, definitely one of the top ten, and there are lines from this fic that i repeat to myself when i am looking for hope. i know it hasn’t been touched since 2020 but i will be watching it carefully and hoping for years to come. (my favourite, in the series, although it was hard to choose, is i want to kiss you there)

4. Read Label: Lance McClain’s Boyfriend by @bleusarcelle

“You know I’m not ashamed, right?” Lance meets his gaze sheepishly. “Like, I’m not ashamed of you, of us. Far from it, babe, I swear –”

“Lance,” Keith cuts in kindly, smiling warmly at the teen in his arms. “Believe me, I know but I do want to tell the world what you mean to me. I wanna start with our team, our family.”

“You should come with a warning,” Lance whispers, stroking Keith’s chin fondly as he drops his voice. “Caution: words that leave these lips may cause falling deeper in love. Thank you for shopping at Mullets4sales.com.”

Keith throws his head back as he shakes with laughter. Lance grins proudly at sound before he props himself on the bed and drops unceremoniously on top of his giggling boyfriend’s chest.

“But yeah, yes; let’s tell them after dinner.”

[Or the one where the team is on their way back home and stop on a planet where a pissy prince drugs Keith with a love potion and Lance has to endure watching his secret boyfriend being lovestruck on someone else that isn't him.]

bleusarcelle always has and always will be one of the core founders of this fandom fr. trust me when i tell u their work was THE work. i remember greedily reading every fic of theirs several time, and i still read several of them regularly. but i will always be a sucker for the secret relationship trope. and this one managed to have that trope with none of the team bashing or miscommunication garbage so it’s a banger from the get-go fr

5. When Moonlight Touches Us by @pmwrites-blog1

Branches scratched his cheeks as he ran through the woods. Out of breath and covered in mud, Lance eventually crawled back under the fence onto the school grounds. He stopped at the large fountain in the plaza, leaning heavily on it. He splashed his face to wake himself up.

It didn’t work. Keith was real.

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Based on 214b's Gargoyle AU

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE VOLTRON FIC OF ALL TIME. i dont know why. i have no idea why ive latched onto this fic so specifcally, what about this fic just makes me want to reread it again and again, but if i could print this aand bind it and keep a hardcopy with me every day of my life i would. im obsessed with it. beauty and the beast who?? like this fic is everything to me. i cannot recommend it enough. im fully convinced this fic did something fundamental to my brain. nothing i write will ever be so dear to me as this fic and that’s literally okay. the stars aligned to make this fic possible. is it the fact that i know there’s pretzellus art for it and so the whole story was cemented into my brain? possibly. i truly do not know. but i am fully obsessed with this story and likely will be for infinity

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[electro-omen]

Cough cough, any of y'all heard about this guy?

The last couple of days have been filled with drawing practice for me. And let me tell you - when you're practising anyway, and a blog you ADORE posts a character design, you don't think twice.

With that said...

@emotionally-mature-mechanic

I'M SOOOO SORRY IF I GOT THE BODY TYPE WRONG-

Rambling about things + some specific layers under the cut

Okay so. I actually drew this yesterday but didn't manage to download it, which is why I had to wait until today to post it. AND YOU FOLLOWED ME YESTERDAY AFTER I DREW IT I THINK?? so I was like 'GIVE ME A SECOND PLEASE I HAVE. GIFT!!' lmao,,,

Am I proud of this?

Ah, not really. I mean, I'm happy with particular elements of the drawing... I'm still figuring out how to connect them together in a way where they're coherent, and I still suck at how lighting works. But hey! It was practice, anyway, so I can't be too hard on myself. There's always tommorow :].

This is how the piece looked on canvas,,,,,, I think it's a little silly which is why I wanna show it lmao. It is funny how it seems so carefully crafted, and then outside it's just brush strokes sticking out and all that stuff lmao.

THIS is how he looks without any lightning and colour manipulation!! Yes I just cut off his arm like that. I was going to fix it but I forgot about it until I was too deep into the drawing. No, those aren't blood stains. It's oil. I really really hope I got his design right and

I'M SORRY IF I DIDN'T I TRIED MY BEST

Oh yeah the accessories on his collar were on a different layer which is why they're- white. And also the colouring was double-layered, thus the white spots near the edges. Kinda looks like it was drawn in Paint. WHATEVER!!

I referenced this wonderful pose by @\mellon_soup on tiktok to place the shoulders and neck correctly!!

This is the background. I'm actually kind of proud of this, simply because I do backgrounds so rarely, not even talking about PERSPECTIVE. What's this place? I dunno lmao. That's up to your interpretation. Yeah I just thought it looked cool. I totally didn't shade each tile individually ahaha.

Aand that's it. Quite a lot of talking for a piece that's not even that good LOL. But hey. As long as you like it. Your blog is so, so awesome and your interactions with medibot are wholesome to say the least, though the disappearance arc has been breaking my heart.

Now I'm just going to take 15 minutes mustering up the courage to hit send. Help.

[kiasnocturnality]

llucien... Putting his head on my lap.... As I stroke his hair..... Aand give him praises for his hard work..... And mayb some kisses..... The last ask with him got me going all mushy...

You'll be able to feel the warmth of his breath as it puffs out against your thighs and he has this distant little smile on his lips as you praise him and comb your fingers through his fluffy hair. He might get all pouty and grouchy if you deny him coffee or an energy drink, insisting that he needs to sleep, but he won't deny the comfort of having his head in your lap.

He'll tell you all about his latest experiment, new discoveries about heavenly matter and its ability to create life from scratch, hellish matter and how it can bastardise the cycle of life in order to restore it, how all of this science - so advanced that it sounds like magic - all works. He'll tell you how he wishes he had known more when he administered his unfinished work to himself, how he could have granted himself immortality without having to pay the price of being able to think about little more than how sweet you smell with his nose pressed to your skin like this after so many days of eating as though he were still just a normal man.

He'll just settle for the sweetness of your lips in the meantime until he can rest for a while and then get up to really eat something.

[treetownconfessions]

weell maybe he wears them to bed.. maybe he has a lihght green one and a light yelow one for fliqpy.... aand maybe tjey match and wear sweaters toggeter

yes i like the cute idea but, again: why do some of you type like youre having a stroke

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[arcielee]

Ahem..! So.

Late morning. You're standing by the stove and making yourself a morning coffee, although it would be more logical to start cooking dinner... Ahem, so! You didn't sleep well. You barely slept. Because your daughter, as you'll find out in a couple of months, that it's a girl, threw a party hard in your uterus. But your husband, modernAegon, slept next to you the way your daughter should have slept, like a fucking baby.

Well, it's immediately clear, that this is papa's girl... You almost hate them both... Maybe you should have this baby, leave her to your husband and run away... Since these two are so similar, maybe you're an extra in this happy family...

But, your negative thoughts caused by lack of sleep and a surge of hormones were interrupted by warm, soft hands hugging your big tummy. ModernAegon kissed the path from your shoulder to your cheek, while stroking your tummy. And when he reached the goal, he said, still sleepy: "good morning, my soul. - You nodded back. - I love you, Y/n... I love you the most in this world... - His voice was clearly shaking. You asked, what happened. Hiding his face in your neck, modernAegon replied, that he had a disgusting nightmare. - It all started with the fact, that some lost, ancient fruit was found in the depths of old America. And this fruit quickly became extremely popular. It was very tasty and healthy. This fruit, almost raised people from the dead... You ate this fruit because it made it easier for you to tolerate pregnancy. And I, because it was delicious."

Y/n: "mhm... Aand?"

ModernAegon: "This fruit has been eaten all over the world. - He paused. - I cheated on you in this dream... - You even have a spoon, with which you stirred coffee in a mug, fell out of your hands from surprise. - I cheated on you, literally, with every woman I met! And you didn't know anything about it. - He sniffed. - It wasn't my fault, I swear! It was because of this fruit! - You're not sure which of you two has pregnancy hormones, that are naughty. - There was some kind of parasite in this fruit, that somehow affected our nervous system and made libido go crazy, so that this parasite could reproduce. People were fucking, like crazy all over the world. And I was one of them! And you're not! There was some small group of people, who were not susceptible to this parasite. When this thing got into your blood, your blood immediately destroyed this parasite. And I wasn't immune to it! And I cheated on you with thousands of women! And you didn't know anything! You always greeted me at home, as usual, with hugs and kisses, after I was with a woman, I accidentally met on the street... You found out about everything, when you donated blood for a vaccine against this parasite. Scientists pretty quickly identified all this, and you, with a group of other people, who had blood killing this parasite, were called in to create a vaccine.... You just gave a lot of blood to heal others, and you saw me, in the crowd of those, who are infected... And I saw your eyes... Your pregnant belly... I saw your heart break... I... Forgiiiiveeee meeeee! - Your husband, hid his face in your neck again, hugging you tightly. - I looove you!"

You're not even sure, how to react to all this...

Oh, yeah. Quick fun fact. Your first pregnancy was the most terrible emotional swing in your entire life together with modernAegon. Did you think, that the first years of your relationship, when he was still exposed to his addictions and the influence of his family, when he was struggling to become a good boyfriend for you, were difficult and exhausting? Noooooooo.

ModernAegon was horrified by the news of your pregnancy from the very first seconds. You could literally see, how pale he turned. You already regretted, that you decided to tell him about it, you already regretted, that you were glad about it. And when he stammered, that he needed to take a walk, that he needed to think about something, and he, crashing into every corner on his way, went to his street shoes, you finally lost all feelings. Your husband came back late at night. He was a little drunk. You were lying on your side in your shared bed and trying to watch something on YouTube/Twitch/online cinema. You were staring aimlessly at the screen of your phone, completely not following, what was happening. All you could see, were your husband's eyes, huge with horror.

ModernAegon has passed into your shared bedroom. You heard he was back, but it was somewhere deep in the back of your mind. Your head was painfully empty, but at the same time, crowds of disgusting thoughts devoured your mind. ModernAegon sat on the edge of the bed, near your feet, and put his head on your hip. You felt it, but, again, everything was like a blur. ModernAegon asked you to look at him. You're not sure what you heard. ModernAegon took the phone out of your hands and turned off the video, he turned you over on your back and climbed onto the bed next to you. He put his head on your chest, which was a sign, that he was sad, and his hand on your stomach.

ModernAegon said he loves you, loves you to the point of pain. He told, that he often fantasized about your pregnancy, about how you would have pregnant sex, how you would eat all sorts of strange things, like pregnant women in movies, about your family, about what kind of children you would have, how many of them there would be, who they would look like... And then, images pop up in his head of how he becomes the same as his father... And even worse. And he's terrified of it... He has a lot of fears in life, he is, in fact, a coward, and one of his worst nightmares is to become like his parents. And while he was telling you all this, he didn't stop crying into your chest.

The middle of your pregnancy was going well. I mean, your husband was good about it. Sometimes it seemed to you, that he was worried and waiting for this child, more than you. He ran around you like a mother hen. Lol, and he didn't let his own mother get close to you. The only member of his family, who was allowed to be near you without his supervision, was his younger sister. His younger brother was allowed to be in the same room with you, but under the supervision of modernAegon. By the sixth month of pregnancy, he literally developed paranoia, all the stories about, what happened to his father's first wife during her second birth have, not left his mind since the middle of the sixth month of your pregnancy. ModernAegon went with you to all medical appointments, and personally and strictly selected your doctors and the hospital, where you will give birth.

By the beginning of the ninth month, modernAegon had backed down. He suddenly realized, that you are about to give birth, and he will meet his child. And he, again, was horrified. A few months ago, you almost lost this child, because of your tantrums, because of the loss of the cat. It's already scared him. And the prospect, that he will not cope with the responsibility of being a father... In short, he started drinking again. Which started to make you cry again. And, as we have already understood, modernAegon fears your tears more, than the most painful and long death. And this is the ninth month. In his mind, you even have to breathe carefully, at this time.

What if you die during childbirth? What if the baby dies during childbirth? And what if the child is entangled in your belly in the umbilical cord, and the ultrasound does not show this, and the child is already dead? What if both of you don't survive childbirth, and modernAegon is left alone with two corpses? And what if...

The most terrible thoughts were constantly spinning in his head, day and night. He was already going crazy. But suddenly everything went quiet in his head, when his little, newborn girl was in his arms... She's so small... She's so warm... Her little blond fuzz on her little head tickles his neck so pleasantly... Your husband burst into tears, right in front of the doctors and nurses... And he's not ashamed of it. It's his little girl! He became the father of a little princess! It's his little girl! His first little daughter...

ModernAegon tried his best to be a good father. He studied mountains of literature on psychology and pedagogy, on parenting. And, gritting his teeth, occasionally asked his mother for advice, last of all. The first time he called his mother, was when his little princess started coughing. The doctor prescribed some dubious medicine, saying, that it was okay. This thing stank and... In short, twisting his face, modernAegon called Alicent to find out, how she was coping with this fucking cough.

Since the birth of your daughter, you haven't seen modernAegon cry about it. But.

You woke up, and your back is cold. Your husband wasn't in bed. You got up and went to the nursery, and you didn't find your daughter. Okay, you're starting to get nervous. You saw, that the kitchen light was on. You went into the kitchen and found your husband sleeping in an armchair. Your daughter was sleeping on his chest, pouring her drool on his T-shirt. ModernAegon held the girl with one hand, and with the other, hugged her back, not letting her freeze and hugging her at the same time. Both had their mouths slightly open, both had the same facial features, hair color, eyes, both were quietly snoring... She really is daddy's girl. His complete little copy. Even in small, inconspicuous habits, she was like her father. She was like you only in that you are both girls, and nothing else.

You went up to them, to kiss them and take their little late-night snack off the table, but you lingered for a second. The smile slipped from your face, when you saw the red stripes on your husband's cheeks, his swollen eyelids. He was clearly crying again.

The baby woke up first. You tried to cook breakfast as quietly as possible, but apparently her young ears were sharper, than her father's. When she stirred on her father's chest, he instantly opened his eyes. ModernAegon did not immediately notice your presence, focusing his still sleepy mind on the small lump in his hands.

When your little daughter was fed, washed and put to bed, you carefully began to find out, what upset your husband so much.

ModernAegon is absolutely in love with the fact, that he has a daughter. That you gave him a daughter. He absolutely adores her, and the fact, that she is, without a doubt, his daughter, makes him ecstatic. But, if she looks so much like him, won't she repeat his fate? Won't he become like his parents? He tries so hard, but it seems to him, that he is not doing enough... She is so small and precious in his hands, what if he makes a mistake? He wouldn't survive, if he hurt her!

You sat on your husband's lap and pressed his head to your milky breasts, to shut him up. By the way, the relationship of modernAegon with your breast, in which there is milk, is a separate topic for conversation. Oh, that kinky husband of yours. Ahem, so. You kissed the top of his head.

Y/n: "I love you. So much. You're a wonderful father, Aegon. Sometimes, I even envy her a little... After all, she got the most gentle and caring, the funniest and attentive daddy."

ModernAegon: "... I love you... - He looked up at you. He looked very serious. - I need another baby... Give me another baby. We are going to make another baby right now."

God help you...

"We are going to make another baby right now."

Y/N: Sigh. Fine.

[panda-of-the-trash]

4,9,12,29,24,30

4.what flower would you like to be given?

A sunflower! They´re big, bright and beautiful

9.what calms you down?

A little silly but Markiplier videos

12.how are you?

Pretty good seeing as my uterus is having a tantrum bc of me not having had fruitfull intercourse

24.what’s something you do to de-stress?

Eat, I know it´s not healthy nut when I come home after a long day of college and my mom´s made a warm meal, it´s the best feeling

29.morning, afternoon or night?

That little moment in the morning where you´ve woken up to early and it´s cold outside so you snuggle back into the covers and drift back off

That

30.what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

There´s a farm/vacation house we´ve been going to every year for the past 15 years aand it´s just the best thing ever. It´s not far from the beach and the sea, but there´s not to many roads nearby so it´s pretty quiet. It feels more like home than my actual home. I know all the good spots, all the nooks and crannies. I have so many amazing memories there and I can just relax there. I plan to go there as much as I can when i´m loving on my own/of my family doesn´t hold there anymore. It´s also the last place my grandfather was somewhat okay. He had his first stroke the day after he went home from there so i´ll always cherish it as the place he had his last good days

Sorry lol I know i´m rambling

It just means the world to me

[draamaaaalert]

≥≤ ohhhhh my gog you have so much lore to catch up on. say goodbye to sleep for the next peri-igee ≥≤

The good news is thaat I'm aawaare of aa lot of the broaad strokes of it aall. Like the gold becoming aa fuchsiaa, or thaat Beforaan highblood who got Aalterniaa culled. Or whaatever Mutini's got going on this wipe.

The baad news... is thaat I'm too meticulous to maake reaal posts aabout these without citaations, which will meaan aa lot of baackscrolling. Aand I meaan aa LOT. Seriously, would it cull some of you to taake aa hiaatus for a bit? I meaan, look how I turned out.

I turned out just fine. 8}

[konyntje]

Anticipation

It's late at night and our first sleepover. We just started dating and we agreed to take it slow. But laying next to him in my small bed makes my mind wander. I start drawing little circles on his chest smelling his perfume. When he catches me sniffing his neck he finally asks me with a smirk.

"what are you doing there?"

"nothing" I reply innocently. I still don't know about his preferences but luckily I'm about to find out the sweetest things.

"aand what would you like to do?"

"you tell me" I whisper.

"I see" he nodds. "Do you want me to tell you a story? But it might be a bit-"

I quickly shake my head in agreement with dolly eyes.

"Okay, come here." He hugs me tightly as I cuddle myself to him. He then proceeds to talk with a lower voice.

"You told me you like partying huh? What if we would have gone out tonight. Just the two of us, with you in a tiny little dress. But it's not a usual club. They have a special place for people like us."

I look up wondering.

"Shh." he whispers as he gently pulls my head back into its place next to his.

"Or do you want me to stop already?"

Of course I decline. But how did he know I'm a little kinky? Is it really that obvious?

"It's a very dark room. You can barely see your own hand in front of you. I would take yours and guide you into it. And after I found a corner between the others for us I would pull you closer to make out with you."

I start envisioning us smooching wildly and me holding on to his strong shoulders while hearing all kinds of moaning surrounding us.

"Or maybe.. maybe I would just grobe you. Starting with your chest. And eventually teasing your nipples..

..turn you around and pull up your skirt, following a good slap on your cute ass..

..sliding my hand down your panty and starting to gently follow your curves..

..fingering you with my other hand."

I find myself on top of him, grabbing into him and with his thigh between my legs. While he is stroking my hear, I can not only feel his warm breath against my ear but also a wet spot forming in my pyjamas. While listening to him I must have slowly started humping on him.

"No no no you naughty girl." He giggles and turns me around firmly. He then places his rock hard dick against my butt and grabs my wrists.

"Please fuck me already." I whimper.

"Wasn't it you who said that anticipation feels the best? So stop rubbing against me and listen"

I have no choice than to agree. Why does forced abstinence have to turn me on like that? Again whispering in my ear he proceeds his story.

"Eventually you find yourself with shaking legs, all weak, as I am holding you up on your wrists. While I'm still moving inside of you I start exploring the rest of your private parts with my thump and start massaging your other little hole."

I'm wiggling my butt against his cock. It's a form of showing curiosity, i guess. He moans a bit.

"I pull out my fingers, all wet by now, and slowlyyy place them deep up your ass. Your turning towards me, just like before. Trying to hide your face. Fuck, you're so easy to embarrass. Being fingered in your ass in front of others and liking it so much that you're begging me to fuck you."

"Yes. Yes pleaaase."

"I give it the same treatment as your pussy. Rough and fast. Then again slow. You get it. I want you to remember me the next day."

I whimper between his arms, wiggling around. He wraps his leg around me and grabs me harder to keep me in place. How I wish he would play with my clit in this position right know. I'd come immediately.

"When you're finally dripping down your legs I stop. Give you one last slap and pull your panties in place again and your dress down. I give you a smooch and eventually take your hand. It's time to take you home."

"And then?" I ask shyly.

"Then you go to bed and sleep like a good girl."

He gives me a kiss on my cheek. I turn towards him.

"Will we actually do this?"

"If you want to I would love to" he replies in a sweet voice.

I blush and wiggle.

"Then how are you staying so calm?"

"Anticipation." Another kiss. "Goodnight. We should sleep now."