#and if he uses it too much his body tends to kinda “melt” ish like oil or wax

[smokbeast]

FOUNd another older concept of an idea i wanted for lewis, but its still up in the air...

feral and silly Lewis things, also other ocs!

[codgod]

hi and welcome to a brief explanation of my slime hybrid headcanons that absolutely nobody asked for [featuring charlie, mike, and jevin for examples]

[under the cut because it is very long and also includes pictures lol]

all slime hybrids have poor eyesight! this is because slimes evolved to live and thrive in caves and since it’s so dark they don’t really need their eyes anyway, so sight has gradually gotten worse over time. think like olms/cave salamanders. they use their other sense to get around without glasses

they can change the colour/texture/shape of any part of themselves at will as long as it’s something they’ve encountered before. so they could give their skin the look/feel of metal [though it’s not as strong as actual metal] if they wanted

[or, yk, they can use it to look like their partners ex for some passive aggressive torture]

some use that ^ to make it look like they have bones, since slimes don’t actually need bones to maintain their shape. this is usually done by hybrids that prefer to still look like slimes [like jevin] rather than ones that prefer to look more human-ish [like charlie or mike] for the aesthetic of it all, since they’re transparent. they do also sometimes just claim random dead bodies as their own, but that’s not common practice or technically considered ethical [plus actual bones dissolve over time]

[jaw may or may not move how it’s supposed to lol]

on that note, slime hybrids don’t have to use their mouths to eat. they can just shove whatever they want to absorb into wherever they want on their bodies and it works fine. any that spend a lot of time around humans/non-slimes do use their mouths though, it’s only polite. also, does not have to be actual food, just something they can get energy or extra mass from [like when qslime spent all that time living on rotten flesh]

since they can shapeshift, slimes tend to have at least one “default” form that’s most comfortable for them to take/requires the least amount of energy to maintain. for some this is just a blob, but for others this could be more human-shaped, or even an animal. for example, charlie’s is humanoid but with some slime features showing through like patches of green skin/hair

[small changes like hair length, height, chest size, etc. or basically anything that doesn’t entirely change their look/take too much extra energy is still considered their “default” form. since my gegg design includes changed skin colour, hairstyle, glasses/eyes, whatever else, it’s a seperate form even if he’s still at least kinda recognisable as charlie]

when tired/emotional they tend to lose shape or become more slime-like if they’re usually more human-looking, like melting or changing back to their natural colour

they don’t have a rigid concept of a gender binary, so they’re generally fine with whatever people want to see them as. when communicating between each other slimes just use names, but some that live around humans might pick pronouns for themselves. they just as often don’t, though

okay this one’s a little silly but i think different colours have different flavours if you lick them. green is lime, blue is blue raspberry, pink is strawberry, yellow is piss lemon, etc.

also silly but they either hate being squished and stretched like actual slime or LOVE it it’s like stimming for them. put charlie in an industrial mixer with some biodegradable glitter he’s having the time of his life

[writefightandflightclub]

Arrivals

What is this? 6 of 14 prompt requests for my follower celebration! See OP + prompt list credits here.

What is the prompt? “Painting the house which ends in a paint fight and giggles.” with Modern!Poe and Pregnant!Reader. Thanks anon for the request!

Author’s note: I’ve never written Modern!Poe before and I’m not sure I would’ve without the request. So here goes. Thanks for the chance to try something new, anon! I think it turned out pretty cute? Let me know what YOU think!

Word count: A mere 2634, OOPS.

Warnings: pregnancy. Other than that it’s pure fluff and typos. Enjoy!

GIF credit: here

You hear your husband enter the room with a contented sigh, bare feet padding softly across the exposed floorboards. The patter of Beebs’ paws shortly follows. Your heart melts as he greets the dog with a sleepy “Morning, buddy.”, evidently stooping down to pet him as you hear Beebs’ soft pants and the happy beat of his tail against something or other in the room. “Happy beats, huh?” Poe says softly.

Then, he grants you his full attention.

“Oh oh, it’s happened again. I love you. Even more than I did yesterday.” he announces, sliding gently up behind you, pressing his warm chest into your back and wrapping his arms delicately around the pronounced curve of your belly, splaying his fingers to caress more of your bump. His head settles into the crook of your neck, his wild, bedhead curls tickling against the apple of your cheek as his arrival draws a wide, easy smile from you. He unconsciously begins swaying his hips in time with the easy-listening playlist you have muted in the background, his gorgeous voice a soft rumble against your ear as he starts to sing along.

The warmth -the sturdiness of him- is effortlessly reassuring, the shape and contours of him familiar even as he slots himself around your changing body. You don’t return his affections immediately though. Instead, you furrow your brow and stick your tongue out as you concentrate on some particularly intricate brush strokes on the wall ahead of you.

“I love you too, Poe, but if you knock me while I’m painting, I’m gonna have to kill you.”

You can tell that the goofball freezes then, as if he’s taking you completely literally. If you could see his expression as he perched his head on your shoulder you just know he would be emphatically statuesque.

“When you commit, you commit.” you smile.

“I’m sure you’re thankful that your husband has that quality, no?” he teases.

You’ll give him that one.

You chuckle at the thought of him, frozen there, trying to keep your brush steady as you do so. But then he’s still frozen and the wobble of your shoulders becomes more pronounced as you shake with gentle laughter. You hear him scoff by your ear, in return.

“Stop it, Poe!” You scold good-naturedly as your giggles intensify, the sound chiming musically around the empty-ish, in-progress room.

“I’m not doing a thing, sweetheart, it’s you who’s moving!” His voice has that wonderful playful edge, and you can hear the smile in it, can imagine that slight crinkle in his nose.

You get a handle on yourself for just about long enough to finish off the detail of the mural section you’d been working on. You have added incentive to get it done now, as you are desperate to turn around and get yourself a good look at that handsome face for the first time today. You down your tools and twirl towards Poe, his broad, gentle hands never breaking contact with your belly. His body navigates your bump to lean in for a sweet and loving kiss to your lips.

“Hmm. Morning, handsome.” You purr, blissed out from that kiss as your hand winds into his thick, dishevelled curls, his Sunday stubble grazing your skin.

His eyes glow as he looks back at you. “Morning, sweetheart.” As is tradition, he dips to plant a sweet kiss to your midsection. “Morning, Kiddo.” 

He gives you the once-over with his eyes, checking for any sign of new symptoms or discomfort. “You couldn’t lie-in, huh? You should have woken me.”

“I’m fine, Poe.” You dismiss -he does tend to fuss, for which you are thankful- and you nod back towards your progress with the mural, excitement flashing in your eyes. “What do you think of my progress?”

You both turn to regard it, and he resumes his original position, warm and sturdy at your back once again.

“Don’t tell me. It’s an... elephant?”

You’d been bouncing around ideas for the mural for weeks now. Since you’d officially stopped working, it had become a rather consuming passion project of yours. You’d suggested cute little airplanes and clouds to reflect Poe and his career as a pilot. But he’d said he hadn’t wanted to push his dreams on to the kid, and had proceeded to go down rabbit hole about how he just wanted them to be happy. You’d fallen even more in love with him, and then asked him to pick something that made him happy. Predictably, he’d said you. Of course. And Beebs. Then, out of nowhere, he’d gone straight to: “Monkeys. Monkeys make me happy. The one I saw on my last humanitarian mission - did I tell you about that one yet?”. So, here you were, with a beautiful jungle scene beginning to snake its way across the wall.

With a soft smile at the corners of your lips, you glance back at what is quite evidently a tiger. It’s a good job you’re secure in your abilities, and therefore confident that he’s teasing. “An elephant, you say? Poe, you’ll have to get much better at deciphering paintings before Kiddo learns how to hold crayons.” You lean your head back against him, resting your hands over his atop the globe of your belly. “Also, please don’t offend Sir Growlington; he’s a very sensitive tiger.”, you pout.

Poe peppers a few loving kisses on to your cheek and hairline and really, wherever his mouth can reach. “It’s amazing, sweetie, you’re so fucking talented.” He says genuinely. “But… don’t think I’m just going to brush past this... You named the tiger?”

“I did name the tiger.” you intone, hinting that maybe that’s not all.

He twirls you back to him so he can look you in the face again.

“Wait. Did you name all the animals?”

“No. Of course not. Would I be so silly?” you singsong sarcastically as you lean yourself up against the edge of the painting table. 

“Oh ok.” he says plainly with a nod of his head, a brush of his hand over his stubbled jaw. You love when he pretends to be serious and when he’s just so damn bad at pretending. “So you won’t mind if I call this bird... Sandra then?”

You suck in air through your teeth. “Sorry, that’s Porg. But that’s the only other one I named, honest.”

He folds his arms and raises his eyebrows to you, an easy smirk on his lips as he mirrors your position and leans against the pair of wooden ladders behind him. “Come on, let me have them all; monkey, giraffe, sloth - hit me.”

He makes a “bring it on” gesture with his fingers, and you blurt them out. “Peanut, Jungle Gump, and Mademoiselle Sleepyhead.”

He smiles in amusement and pads towards you, settling himself into your side, his eyes soft as they wander over the familiar details of your face. His voice is low in his throat. “Goddamn, you’re adorable.” You shrug and flutter your eyelashes in casual agreement. “Unless... Honey, should I be concerned?” He juts his hip and you can’t wait to hear what he’s going to come out with next. “Is this a subtle way of telling me you want to name our baby Jungle Gump?”

 “No!” You burst into laughter and bat him playfully on the chest. “But… now that you mention it? Jungle Dameron does sound kinda cool.” You’re actually only half-joking.

He sighs in mock defeat, waving his hand around in the air. “Fine, Jungle if they’re a girl, Sir Growlington if they’re a boy, and Peanut as a gender-neutral option.”

“Shake on it. Deal done.”

You place your hands on his chest, nodding back towards the wall again. “Did you see I left a space? I think you should paint something, Poe.”

“Honey, you know I can’t paint.” he argues, massaging little circles into your shoulder, your hip, your elbows. Anywhere you’ve complained of being sore. You love this man.

“You can paint. Everyone can paint.”

“Why would you want me to ruin your great work?”

You throw your arms around his shoulders, twining your fingers together at the back of his neck. “Because it’s our mural for our baby, and it’s about making something happy, yes? Well, I’m having fun creating this but you’re not in the room with me. And that’s the fun memory I want us to think about when we put our baby-”

“Jungle” he interjects.

“-Jungle,“ you nod, “to sleep. So, stay with me. Paint a crappy, fantastical animal of your choosing.” You gesture towards the paint selection on the table behind you with a sweep of your arm.

“You sure?” he asks, even though he’s already started to rifle through the supplies.

“I’m sure. I can’t wait to see how it turns out!”

A perfect, broad smile works its way across his face. His pretty, dark eyes flick over to yours, his voice deepening and becoming even richer and more robust as it infuses with meaning. “You’re incredible. I can’t wait to do this with you.”

You know he’s talking about far more than the mural. And you couldn’t agree more.

“First though...” he begins, that playfulness immediately back again. “Paint fight!” He picks up the nearest brush and dips it in your paint pot, before swiping a black streak across your cheek. 

You squeal in shock and he adopts a fighting stance, primed for your reaction. Before you can do a thing he manages to paint another stripe to your forearm with a quick, targeted swipe of his brush. You think he’s probably trying to make you look like Lady Growlington.

He torments you like this until you grab for your own brush, which you load, preparing to coat him. You assess the status of his sleep shirt. It’s old, you decide, and you land a splash of sky blue down his neck with a dramatic “A-ha”, a sound not unlike a swashbuckling pirate.

“Oh, you’re in for it now.” he warns with a grin, planting his whole palm in a pot of green and -gently, ever so gently, and avoiding your belly- chasing you around the room until he has covered your face and arms in his handprints. Then, when he’s had his fun he pulls you in for a giggly, breathless kiss.

“Are you trying to ruin my clothes, Poe Dameron?”

“Honestly? I’m trying to get you in the shower, gorgeous.” He pumps his eyebrows suggestively. “What do you say, wanna make love to me?”

He smiles, grabbing you hand with his own, paint-smeared one and giving you a light tug.

“If you think we can both still fit in the cubicle!”

“We’ll just have to get super close; that doesn’t sound like the worst thing, honey” 

All morning should start this way, you think. How could anything be better?

***

Months later, you are settling your precious baby for sleep. Poe is already passed out and lightly snoring on the couch, an array of blankets and bottles strewn around him. You allow yourself a moment to take him in. He looks so Goddamn beautiful when he’s sleeping. You feel so much love for him, for your new baby. More than you could have ever thought possible. It’s hard and it’s scary, but you are so happy you are doing this with him. Already, he is the most wonderful husband and father you could have dreamed of. 

Careful not to wake either him or the tiny sleeping bundle in your arms, you tread softly upstairs, Beebs -who rarely ever leaves your side since the new arrival- padding quietly along with you. When you get to the nursery you rock your baby in your arms a few moments more, humming lullabies softly into the cool night air.

Your eyes sweeping the room, the wonderful, perfect mural on the wall catches your attention. The mural with one animal that doesn’t look quite like the rest. Honestly, it doesn’t really look like any existing animal, so Poe has named it a “blurrg” instead. It makes you chuckle every single time, without fail. You wouldn’t change it for a thing. You wouldn’t change any of this.

You set your baby down in their basket before your laughter wakes them. Then, of course, you linger a moment longer to just stare at that adorable little face before clasping the door shut behind you.

Returning downstairs you smile at Poe. “You’re awake!”

“Yeah, I am.” You move to meet him on the couch and he drags you down into his lap. “And I heard you on the baby monitor, laughing at my blurrg! Again!”

You caress his curls, even though you know he’s not genuinely offended.

You smile so broadly your cheeks hurt. “I love it Poe. It makes me so happy every time. I’m so glad we created it together.”

His eyes meet yours, soft and warm, like the rest of him. “I sure as hell know that feeling.”

Oh boy. How does he make happiness swell in your chest like this? How is it possible to be this happy?

“Let’s... keep creating together, ok?”

He looks up at you in shock as he catches the full meaning of your words. “Are you... are you asking me to have another baby with you? Already?”

“Jungle’s gonna need a sibling.” you bite your lip, slightly nervous of how he might react. “Also, we really need to stop calling her that and settle on an actual name.”, you deflect.

“Baby,” he says gently, taking your hand in his. “I’d like Jungle to have siblings. I’m not sure she needs one just yet...” his tone switches, and it’s subtle but you know him too well to miss it. “...but as soon as you feel ready I’m very willing to start practising again.”

“You know, I think… I think I’m ready to start… practising.”

He swallows thickly, and you can see he’s holding himself back a little, for your benefit. He even backtracks a little. “You know I would never want to rush you, baby.”

“I know, Poe. So, what do you say, wanna make love?”

With unfortunate timing, the baby monitor crackles, transmitting a light cry from your daughter’s room.

“I’ll go check her.” Poe offers, patting your thighs for you to stand up and let him out from under you.

“You just want to smell her head again.”

“It’s the best smell, can you blame me?”

You smile to yourself. You love how soft and goofy and wonderful this man is. Every night should be like this, you think. How could anything be better?

***

When Poe does come back down to the living room you are already fast asleep, an open sketching pad nestled on to your chest. He thinks his heart might burst as he lifts it up for safe-keeping and notices you’ve drawn an adorable blurrg in there.

He casts his eyes over your sleeping form with nothing but love. He thinks you look so beautiful when you’re sleeping. He knows he couldn’t paint a prettier picture if he tried. No really, not with his skills. You’d agree; you’ve seen that blurrg, after all.  

He stoops, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. He could swear that, impossibly, that he loves you even more than he did yesterday.

He stoops to pet Beebs as the corgi presses up against his ankles, giving him some well-deserved belly scritches. “Come on then big bro,” he whispers. “Let’s clear this mess up for Mama.”

Before he scoots around to collect up all the bottles and paraphernalia, he sets your sketchpad safely down on the coffee table. He can’t help but smile again. He knows what makes him happy. Happier than he ever thought he could be.

God knows why he said “monkeys”.

THE END

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[sephythespooky]

Bunny Bones

(a quartet of little bunny bitties get a home!

Based on THESE lovely buns from @bowlofrice! Thank you for letting me write the cutie pies!

I made them taller than your average bitty for variety’s sake and also to make them extra special)

Words under the cut

Papy woke up in a box. Oh no!

Slim was cuddled up to him, still sleeping, with Honey on the other side. He supposed there must have been some sedatives in the food they’d been given to ease their transfer to their new home.

He hadn’t meant to go to sleep, though! He wanted to be bright eyed and ready to greet their new owner! Who would want sleepy bunnies?!

Edge was already awake.

“Are you done napping?” he smirked at Papy.

“Yes! Did you not sleep?” That wouldn’t be good. Edge was always very cranky if he didn’t at least rest a bit.

“I closed my sockets for mere moments. I am much more aware than you three.” He puffed out his chest, and Papy chuckled. That was Edge speak for ‘yeah but I woke up first so there!’ and he was glad.

“Well, in either case, I’m hoping our owner is pleased with us. I’m just so glad we all got adopted together!”

Edge sighed and pouted, beginning to smooth his ears in a nervous habit, “They had best be, or I will make sure they regret touching the three of you.”

Papy crawled over and snuggled up to the gruffer bitty, “Don’t worry, Edge. They sounded very nice over Discord and I doubt they’d have paid our fees if they didn’t want to love us.”

Adoption fees for bitties were high, and for bitties as tall as they were…well, if dollars translated to inches, it was probably a hundred dollars and inch. Nearly five thousand dollars for all four of them, a pretty sum for anyone and not a decision to make without much forethought.

Edge rolled his eye lights, but nuzzled Papy gently, “That is true. If they are unpredictable, at least the humans tend to understand the value of a penny. I’ll try to be less…hostile to them at the start. For your sakes, of course.”

“Oh of course,” Papy just held on to his arm. The other two would probably sleep all the way there, being naturally more inclined to laziness than either of their conscious companions.

--

The other two bunnies are awake when the delivery person knocks on the door of their new home.

“Oh hi! You’re earlier than I thought.”

“No trouble, ma’am. Glad you were home to pick them up, though.”

“I took the whole day off to make sure. Thank you for this.”

“You’re very welcome. Take good care of them and have a good day!”

The box moved, the sound of a door shutting came, and then they were gently carried into their home.

A soft thump as their box was set on the ground, Slim shuddering as he held tight to Papy’s side. He was very nervous about this, but Papy kept patting his back gently as their owner began to open their box.

“Okay guys. Oh gosh I’m so ready to meet you face to face…I know it was a long way here, but I’m thankful you’re all safe.” The soft light of a single lamp came in as the lid was opened, and there was their lovely owner.

Papy smiled brightly up at her, “Hello! You’re even more beautiful than you sound!”

Honey sighed and stood up, “heya. we getting food soon?”

Laughing, their new owner gently picked him up and set him outside the box, “Of course. A celebratory meal for you all to welcome you home.”

Edge didn’t wait, hopping out of the box and strutting off, “Well, call me when it’s ready. I’m going to see what sort of state we are to live in.”

The owner frowns, worried, but Papy encourages Slim to let go and offer himself as she turns back, “I think I offended him…”

“n-nah” Slim almost melts into her tender touch as she moves him, “e’s always like that. territorial, y’know.”

Papy can’t help himself, jumping out of the box and running over to hug Honey, “Oh we’re home! Honey, we’re officially home and we get SNACKS and we have an ADDRESS to memorize and everything!”

Honey nods and pats Papy’s head, right between his perky blue ears. “you really like everything, huh?”

“OF COURSE HE DOES. THAT’S WHY HE’S THE CARETAKER AND I’M THE PROTECTOR,” says Edge as he stalks back into the room. He was fast at his tour. Clearing his throat, he goes back to a softer tone, “Owner, you seem to have…adequate housing for us prepared. Now, commence with showing us your foodstuffs so we may assess their quality as well.”

Slim was shaking a bit, but he cuddled up to Honey and followed with a hold on Honey’s hoodie as they went to the kitchen.

Their owner went into the kitchen, all four bunnies following, and brought out a bowl of chilled veggies. Carrots, lettuce, and a few cherry tomatoes, plenty for them all.

“I know you guys can eat normal food, and normal rabbit food, too, but I thought we’d start out with veggies since that’s kind of in between.” She set the bowl on a small stool, which had little seats around it that were clearly made or purchased with them in mind, that sat at the edge of the kitchen’s tiling. This let them be close to a beanbag chair that their owner sat in and smiled at them from as they ate.

The owner loved seeing them here, eating and happy and….within reach. Oh she’d loved getting to pick the two out of the box, and wanted so badly to stroke their heads and tell them how sweet and adorable they were, but…well, they’d only just met face to face. That would be rude…right? Right, best to let the little buns get used to their new home and the routine first.

Their little ears twitched (or at least the ones with perky ears did) as they ate, and Papy made small talk, “So, lovely owner, what is going to be our routine? I want to make sure we are all prepared for our lives henceforth!”

She smiled and said gently as she curled her body in on itself to keep from reaching out, “Well, I have the whole weekend here with all of you, so we can all get acquainted a bit before I go back to work. I work at a graphic design studio deeper in town, so I’ll drive there and be at work from about 9 till 5, then I’ll be home, unless we need groceries or something I’d have to go to the business district for.”

Edge huffed, “That is not what he asked, human, but it is good to know when we can expect to be left to our own devices,” he was attacking his carrot like it had personally offended him.

“it’s okay, though. we just wanna know if there’s a certain time for doin’ anything.” Honey shrugged and smiled at her, not minding that Slim had basically scooted his seat as close as possible to him. “like when’s breakfast usually?”

“Oh!” their owner did a small ‘blep’ of their tongue as they facepalmed gently, “Right, sorry. On weekends I get food around 11 for breakfast and it’s usually at 8 on weekdays. Lunch is around noon weekdays, and three or four ish on weekends. Then a small snack at four on weekdays, and dinner at 8 every day.”

“frequent meals. I like it.” Honey hummed softly as he bit into a tomato, almost drinking the juice. “what about you, slim? You good with that?”

“uh…y-yeah. ‘m good. fresh veggies and a nice schedule are, ah, are nice to have.” He still was concerned about this human but, well, they’d been so gentle getting him out of the box and seemed just as nervous as he was. Okay, maybe less nervous but they cared enough about their feelings to be nervous at all! That was good! And having a set schedule for at least meals was nice and soothing. Definitely eased his mind a bit to know he could count on eating being a regular, easy thing.

“And what about exercise?” Papy asked, eyes almost sparkling, “Do we have a regular activity planned too?”

“oh…” Their owner blushed and curled in more, “Um…I don’t…really like most exercise. I swim? But boney bitties aren’t very well suited for water…um…I do a walking track program on my Wii, sometimes. But I don’t go outside to do that sort of thing. And I don’t do it as often as I should or used to.”

Papy, having already finished what he wanted to eat, rushed over and put his whole foot and a half body into hugging her, “Don’t worry about that! As long as we’re here, we’ll help you keep active if you don’t have a lot of motivation yourself. What are good bitties for, if not to help and love their owner?”

“You don’t have to,” she tried to protest, but then Edge finished and stalked over.

“NONSENSE!” He got his hands on his hips and scowled, “Any owner of ours is going to be in top condition, even if that’s a slow road. You’re mine now, and that means I’ll do everything in my power to keep you healthy from top to bottom so I can keep you for as long as possible!”

Honey snickered. Of course Edge would turn it around to be about himself, but it meant he cared somewhat.

Slim tried to get up, too, but ended up tripping over his stool and faceplanting into the carpet over the edge of the tile.

“Oh gosh! Slim, are you okay? You aren’t hurt?” The owner gasped and very gently helped the clumsy bun to his feet as Papy did the same.

“y-yeah, ‘m fine. just uh…just kinda clumsy by nature. Sorry.” He blushed a bright yellow as the owner let herself gently pull him into a hug.

“No apologies when you didn’t do anything wrong,” came the warm voice that went with the gentle hold, and Slim’s blush got worse. “Being clumsy is fine, so long as you tell us if you get hurt. What is a good owner for, if not to take care of and love her bitties?”

Papy beamed at Edge as he bounced on the balls of his feet, making the red magic weilder huff and look away, though also blushing himself. Okay, so Papy had been right and their owner was going to be the ‘doting and loving’ sort. Not that he’d expected a fighting ring, what with them being rabbits but….okay, maybe if they were supposed to be fodder for the ring and not actual fighters but still.

That wasn’t happening, and Honey draping over his shoulder couldn’t distract him from watching their owner’s surprisingly delicate fingers check Slim over just in case. He was a little jealous they weren’t giving that attention to HIM right now, but he hadn’t just tripped like an idiot.

Not…not that Slim was an idiot. No, all four of his companions were the best of the best; no less for the great and powerful Edge. They all served a vital role in the group, one way or another…and now they had an owner who would add to that group whatever their unique take was on things.

How very exciting.

[ussjellyfish]

dragon queen, 5

one night stand and falling pregnant au

oh nonnie, pregnancy fic is totally my weakness, thank you. 

Alice, Robin and Maleficent have a conversation. Kind of fluffy and all found family. (I love Alice, she’s precious). 

Dragon Queen and Curious Archer, though it’s mostly just Alice and Mal making friends. 

“One of the best things about parties here is buffet gets all mixed up. This bit, with the fish, that’s from Arendelle, and these funny cakes? they’re straight out of Wonderland, minus the magic powers, I think. I hope.” Alice balanced another cake on top of the first and smirked. “Guess we’ll find out.”

“If I end up miniature, put me somewhere outside before the magic wears off, I tend to return to form all wings and scales.”

“Well that’s an idea, a wee little dragon.” Alice chuckled, imagining a palm sized little creature breathing fire. “Cakes unfortunately make you bigger, so we’d have to hope you were in a good mood before the castle got squashed.”

Maleficent raised an eyebrow. “Can’t say I’ve ever been accused of stepping on a castle, burning one, razing…” She raised her hand in a submissive gesture.

Did she have pointed teeth?  She couldn’t really have pointed teeth. Maleficent had totally normal teeth. She was human. Human-ish, human right now.

“These cakes aren’t magic, I promise.”

“Then the castle should remain intact.” Maleficent handed Alice a napkin. Such a mom thing, of course, she was a mom, some kind of dragon mom and she did hang out with Regina a lot, which made sense because Regina was totally a mom.

“Champagne?” Alice offered, holding out the flute. “I hear it’s the good stuff.”

Maleficent took the drink and gestured towards the tables. Somehow they’d ended up together: Papa, her Nobin, the dragons, and some lovely dignitaries from the Realm of Untold stories. They seemed to have stepped out of some sort of Eastern European fairy tale and they only talked in Elvish. Robin thought it was maybe Lithuanian, because she’d been through there when she was cursed and backpacking.

As they sat down, Lily looked at her mom, eyes wide. “Mom!” she hissed.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing at all. Thanks for grabbing me some more champagne.” Lily’s glass was full, but she downed it, guilping it all like cold tea.

Robin’s eyes got big and Papa looked from Maleficent to Lily as if he knew something. Papa was really good at figuring things out. When there were things to figure out, which it seemed like there was. Interesting.

Was this a thing? It was just a diplomatic dinner, something where Regina would give a nice speech and there would be food. Why wasn’t Lily letting her mom drink her champagne?

“Is this sushi?”

“I don’t know what sushi is, dear. It’s a salmon dish from Arendelle, one of my favorites.”

“Which you–” Lily stopped again, learning in. “Really shouldn’t be eating because it’s raw, you know that?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”

“I put the app on your phone, I told you how to use it. Smoked fish isn’t cooked and you really shouldn’t–”

“My phone’s somewhere safe.”

Alice leaned in close to Robin, her lips brushing her cheek. “I bet she’s got it in a cave or something.”

“She doesn’t have a cave.”

“She does, it’s underneath the library, Auntie Regina trapped her there for decades.”

“Well that’s romantic.”

“They’re so not romantic.”

“Uh-huh,” Robin rolled her eyes over her champagne. “Tell her what romantic might look like, Detective.”

“Oh no, I prefer to be left out of this,” Papa said, shaking his head. “Whatever has occured between the Good Queen and the dragon is between them and none of our business.”

Alice raised both her eyebrows. “So something did happen? They got all flirty with fireballs and stuff?”

“We don’t pry into the private affairs of others, Starfish.”

Alice shot a look at Lily and Maleficent, who were still arguing and paying know attention to anyone else. “It’s not exactly private if they’re discussing it in front of us.”

Robin stole a cake from Alice’s plate and shrugged. “Mostly they’re arguing about where Maleficent should keep her phone.”

“You said it was precious,” Maleficent insisted, eating the salmon she wasn’t supposed to eat.

“Phones are expensive,” Lily started, waving down the waiter for more champagne, because she seemed to need it. “But it’s really of no use to you if it’s in your horde somewhere.”

Robin nudged her, whispering, “Told you she was hiding it.”

“Well, they are a little jewel-like, I suppose.”

Maleficent rolled her eyes. “If someone needed me, I’m easily summoned. Any idiot with half a brain and a–”

“Mom, don’t announce how you’re summoned.”

Now that was interesting. You could summon a dragon? “Sorry, pardon me for butting in, you can really be, like, summoned? What’s that like?”

Maleficent stopped arguing with Lily and turned her head, looking right at her all predatory. “It tingles a little.”

“Do you know who summoned you? Is there like, a message?”

“I don’t think it’s like texting,” Robin said, because she knew more about magic.

“It’s not that specific, most of the time.”

“So having a phone would be more useful,” Alice offered, taking out her own and holding it up. “See, here’s Robin telling me to get marmalade at the store yesterday. If she just summoned me, I wouldn’t know I needed to go to the store, just that she wanted me to come home.”

The dragon lady took her phone for a moment, and her smile grew. She twisted her fingers and a fresh jar of marmalade appeared in front of Alice’s plate. “I concede that your messages might be useful, but, so is magic.”

Grabbing the jar, Alice opened it with a grin. Marmalade would go brilliantly on her cake. “All right, you can have a point for that.”

Robin tried to help. “What would you do if you needed someone to know something specific, like…you wanted to tell Lily something. Can you summon her?”

“Nah, she’s not a mythical figure from fairy tales, I don’t think she gets her own summoning spell,” Alice piped up, spreading marmalade on her cake, because why not? It was going to be better with marmalade.

“So what would you do?”

Maleficent set down her fork and dabbed her mouth with her napkin. ���Inhabit a reflective substance near her and tell her what I needed to.”

“You could just call me.”

“It’s not my way.”

Lily looked up at the ceiling, as if somehow the great wooden beams could help her. “You lived without magic, you’ve used tools. Phones are a tool. Part of this world, and they’re really helpful. You can learn a lot from having a tiny computer in your pocket.”

Staring at her daughter, Maleficent’s eyes grew soft, almost liquid blue. “Living without magic was a cold, lonely hell.”

“This isn’t without, it’s in addition.” Lily reached for her mother’s hand, wrapping their fingers together.

Alice’s eyes stung a little. Parents and their children got to her way too fast, especially when they were good to each other. She could just hear Nobin teasing her for being soft.

“You get to keep your magic,” Lily continued, “But you get the bonuses of the modern world too. Indoor plumbing, Netflix. Apps that answer all the questions you might have about the weird shit that’s going to happen.”

Robin mouthed “weird shit”? And Alice shrugged, they shouldn’t be listening, but it was really hardly a private conversation, and she was curious, dreadfully so.

“I’m getting more food, just think about it, okay?” Lily stood, touching her mother’s shoulder. “I’m sure you can use magic to make the damn phone fireproof so you don’t have to worry about melting it.”

Standing up a moment after Lily, Papa leaned down and kissed Alice’s forehead. “I’ll talk to her.” That promised, without a word.

That left the three of them and the Elvish half of the table. Alice wasn’t supposed to ask, Robin was going to make that face as soon as she did, but she couldn’t help herself. Not that Maleficent seemed to care about privacy. Maybe she needed a chance to talk about it as much as Lily did.

“So, why can’t you eat raw fish? Is that a dragon thing?”

The sharp pain was Robin kicking her ankle under the table but Alice smiled and ignored it. Robin was too tentative and never found things out.

“In dragon form I ate nearly everything raw, perhaps scorched on the outside. This body is more picky, but no, the restrictions are rules from this world. No drinking, no raw fish, no coffee.”

“Do you like coffee?”

Maleficent tilted her head, like the iguanas did at the zoo when they were about to be fed. “I do, it hadn’t reached the Enchanted Forest yet, though I’d had it in the far south. Here, everything’s so easy.”

“Couldn’t you just magic it up if you wanted to?”

“Never turned out right. Rather like wine. Some things are better if you let them grow and age instead of pulling them from the air.”

“So you must miss it?” Alice started to ask why she couldn’t have it but Robin squeezed her hand, stopping her.

“You can have one cup a day, usually. I mean, you’ll want to talk to someone.”

What did Robin know? How did she have this figured out? What did she know about coffee and dragons and stuff?

“Who would she talk to?” she demanded, looking from her to Maleficent. Both of them ignored her, having some kind of conversation beneath their words.

“That obvious?”

“My mom was a fake midwife, before she became a real one. Kinda heard a lot about everything.” Robin grabbed the coffee pot from the middle of the table and filled the mug in front of Maleficent. “Lily’s not exactly subtle.”

Midwife. Pieces clicked together like she’d finally seen why the chess pieces were where they were. Dragons got pregnant, apparently, and Lily worried about it.

“She’s concerned.”

“She loves you.”

Maleficent took a breath and smiled, really smiled, all bright and happy. “I’m not accustomed to anyone trying to protect me.”

“It’s a little freaky. You’ll have to give her some time to get used to it.”

Yeah, it bloody well would be freaky if your mom got pregnant when you were Lily’s age. Not really unheard of, everyone’s age was all messed up. Papa was young, Queen Regina was apparently at least fifty years older than she looked, so was Zelena, and the Charmings.

“Who’s the father?” Alice asked over her champagne. “Are you excited?”

Robin’s elbow slammed into her ribs.

“Ouch.”

“You can’t just ask that.”

Alice began to protest, but Maleficent’s warm hand settled over hers. “It’s all right. I don’t mind. I haven’t told the father yet. She’s been very busy.”

“She?” That was far from the weirdest part of this conversation, but it was kind of cool if some kind of magic existed where two women could make a baby. Did one of them have to be a dragon? Did that mean she could have a little baby who would look like Robin some day?

“Zorro.”

“Zorro? Zorro’s a girl? That’s brilliant.”

Robin chuckled. “All the fairytales have to have a twist.”

“Anyway, congratulations, before I forget.”

“Thank you.” Maleficent squeezed her fingers before wrapping both of her hands around her coffee. “Lily’s right about the app thing, whatever that is, isn’t she?”

“They’re useful, if you have questions, or if you like tracking things. There are even cute things where it compares the size of your baby with a fruit or a cookie or something.”

“Why would you want to compare a baby to something edible?”

“Makes it less scary.” Alice offered. “Compare it to a marmalade sandwich and suddenly it seems like you can handle it.”

“I think that’s the idea,” Robin agreed.

“So, what’s Zorro like? All swashbuckling and mysterious?”

“She can be.” Maleficent stared upwards, towards the head table and Regina, Snow, David, Emma, the other version of Papa, and Henry. “Kind of brash, really, the first time we met, she wandered into my castle, brave enough to face the dragon.”

“No wonder you liked her. It really means something when someone isn’t afraid of you.”

Robin nuzzled her cheek and whispered. “I’ll never be afraid of you, Tower Girl.”

Blushing a little, Alice took Robin’s hand. “So you haven’t told Zorro?”

“We haven’t had the right moment.”

“Is there a right moment?”

“It’ll never be perfect,” Robin said. “You just have to be brave.”

“Is that what you did, dear?” Maleficent’s smile went soft and indulgent.

“We both had to be brave enough to work it out, luckily for us, it was all true love and rainbows,” Alice teased, and Robin rolled her eyes.

“There were rainbows, but it definitely wasn’t easy.”

“It never is. All kinds of love and complicated. Even when it’s true, or as simple as the love of a mother for her child. Lily grew up far away from me, and since I found out about this little one, I can’t help worrying that somehow I’ll lose this one too.”

“No, no, don’t think that. We’re at the end of the book now, everyone gets a happy ending. Look at Regina, she was evil, now she’s good, and we all love her. She won’t let anyone take your little dragonling.”

“Auntie Regina’s pretty trustworthy that way, I promise, if you tell her, she can help,” Robin added.

Something shifted behind Maleficent’s eyes and she blinked twice, but that didn’t stop a single tear, running down from her left eye. “She’s found her place now, hasn’t she?”

“She’s happy.”

Alice grabbed her napkin and passed it to Maleficent. “It’s okay.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s really going to be okay,” Alice insisted, starting to ramble about how much they’d all overcome to get here, this crazy mashed together realm, but Maleficent knew that. She knew things were different now. Everyone, even formerly villainous dragons had a chance at their happy ending. “We all work together on things here, so, if you need a village to help protect a little wee dragon, then consider yourself family.”

Arms went around her quickly, strong, warm arms that smelled like a campfire on a cozy evening.

Hugs were apparently a thing that they did, and as far as hugs went, it was a strong one, tight and heartfelt.

“Everything all right?” Papa asked as Maleficent eventually let her go.

“Just getting to know each other,” Alice said, smiling at him.

“Turns out these two have a lot in common,” Robin said gently.

Lily’s concerned took a little longer to settle, but she sat, slowly losing the tension in her posture. “Making friends?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I guess we did.”

“Okay.”

Maleficent touched Lily’s cheek. “It is, dear.”

Robin leaned in close enough that only Alice could hear. “Did you just volunteer us to babysit a little dragon?”

Giggling, Alice shrugged. “I might’ve.”

“Just checking.”

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An Analysis of the Five Dragon Types in Spyro the Dragon

Classic Spyro is back! Spyro the Dragon was the first video game I ever played, and it cemented my love for collectathon platformers, dragons, and the color purple. It’s the video game I hold every other video game up to. And seeing it in glorious HD is a dream come true.

Something that bothered, me, though, is that dragon that shows up briefly. While we only have one example of a dragon, he looks so generic, and it makes me worried that Toys For Bob didn’t pay attention to the detail Insomniac put into designing the dragons of the five worlds. Because, while they did re-use the dragon models a lot, they put detail into each that made each land unique.

Without further ado, here’s the dragons (all images from darkspyro, because you don’t want me taking pictures of my PSP):

Artisans

Artisan dragons are probably the dragons you think of when you think of dragons from Spyro the Dragon. They have square-ish, protruding snouts, two horns with horizontal lines going through them, a simple color that is often bright for their main color with only some texturing around the spines, and a generally tan-ish belly that often has horizontal lines but the ones in Town Square tend to have a more pebbly pattern. These dragons tend to have ridges coming out of the back of their head and down their chin that looks like a beard and old-powdery-wig hair. Also, something I am noticing looking at basically all of them at once, is that nearly all of them have red-tinted wings. They also have cartoon eyes that are black with no other color to them.

Spyro is clearly of this dragon type, given his red wings, simple purple scales and tan belly, and two lined horns. He’s younger and has some distinguishing properties that don’t quite match, though, such as his very prominent crest.

Peace Keepers

Most Peace Keeper dragons have spots along their main coloration, and their main coloration is a more muted color compared to their Artisan contemporaries, with generally being browns, swampy greens, and pinks (for some reason). Their belly scales generally are a similar color to the dragon’s main scales to fit in, and while the wings do still often have reddish colors, they are just as often another color in the dragon’s main color scheme.

Peace Keeper dragons have smaller eyes than Artisans, and instead of the beard-type protrusions, they have fin-like ones on the backs of their heads. This homeworld is also where the bulkiest dragons are.

Magic Crafters

Whew, a lot of these guys look similar. Seems that the middle dragon is the most common version of the Magic Crafter. Anyway, these guys tend to have branched horns and pastel color schemes. Their bellies kinda melt into their main color and tend to be white or cream (or a brighter version of their main color). The way the scale and belly textures work, Magic Crafter dragons seem to have fur rather than scales. They also tend to have beards like the Artisans, but they may be actual hair beards given the texture.

Something very distinct about Magic Crafters is their eyes - they are small with a solid color - no whites. It certainly gives them a mystical look! They also have no eyebrows.

Beast Makers

A lot of these guys look like the top one. I’m starting to think that that model was their default. But hey, since this model is in all the lands, it shows the differences between each specie nicely!

Beast Makers have a similar color scheme to Peace Keepers, and have a scale (or wart?) texture all over their bodies. Their bellies almost always have that wavy/gloopy pattern to them. They tend to have very thick horns, and wide sideburn-type beard protrusions. Their eyes all have this cat-like quality to them, with the iris being small and thin. They also, much like Spyro, all have some sort of mohawk-type crest on their heads, but they don’t stand out as much as Spyro’s does. Of note, there’s a couple of dragons who have a very similar color scheme to Spyro’s here!

So, is Spyro an Artisan? Or is he a Beast Maker? He seems to be some sort of mix between the two.

Dream Weavers

Dream Weavers have a bright pastel for their main color, with clearly-defined scales. Their nostrils, similar to Artisans, are very clearly defines, as are their belly ridges. The bellies tend to be cream- or white-colored, too. Their horns are generally long, thin and brown-ish (like Spyro’s!), and they almost always have an additional horn on their snout. They have fin-like protrusions from their heads, except more wavy compared to Peace Keepers’ rounded.

Dream Weavers tend to have thick eyebrows made of their head that their eyes are set underneath. the eyes themselves are human-eye-like, with the color surrounding the iris, and taking up a large portion of the eye space but not all of it. The eyes tend to be yellow.

Conclusion

So how does this guy hold up? Uh, plain scales in a solid color? Check. Tan, lined belly? Half-check (it’s tan at least). Protruding square snout? I’ll give it a pass because that might not look that great in high polygon counts. Black, cartoony eyes? Well, they might just be black, it’s hard to tell. Beard/hair-like protrusions? None to be seen. Red-ish wings? Big fat NOPE! Seriously, I knew something was wrong with the wings. That must be it!

Is this bad? Well, it’s hard to tell without any comparison. If they make each dragon even more unique than in the Insomniac game, then this could very well be a good thing!

It’s probably too late in development to make any large-scale alterations to each and every individual dragon, so I’m just going to have to hope they did their research and these differences are intentional. What I really hope is that clothing isn’t the only difference between the different dragon types. That would be a definite downgrade to what Insomniac did to make each dragon seem distinct despite having only a few models to work with.

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My first baby?!

Hello everyone! As this is my first blog ever I may be a little awkward but I’m gonna try to word everything properly for you so you don’t have to try and figure out some unknown language I’ve just made up on the spot.

So considering at the minute this is all I know; live; sleep; breathe, I’m gonna be talking about pregnancy, babies and all that jazz. Don’t get me wrong I’m nowhere near as knowledgeable as i should be at 36 weeks pregnant but I’ve picked up a few things that I didn’t know and I’m gonna share it with you, even the gruesome stuff that still makes me cringe thinking about it.

So I should probably start from the beginning.

FIRST TRIMESTER.

So, Finding out I was pregnant was terrifying, I always tried to stay away from kids as much as possible, I didn’t like the sounds they made, or the way they run around and generally have more energy that me so knowing that I had one growing in my belly was horrifying and what was even more scary was telling my boyfriend and my mum.

I didn’t want to make my boyfriend feel like he was trapped or throwing away his life and you know, he didn’t take it well at first. I didn’t expect him too, It’s a pretty big deal. But he never left my side, we went to the doctors and the doctor straight up offered me an abortion. It was super awkward and the fact that they just offered it me there and then was just shocking. I didn’t want an abortion… like at the time I didn’t want a baby either but an abortion, nah that’s not for me.  I turned down the abortion and she referred me to the midwife, telling me if I change my mind before my booking appointment I could always go back and be referred for the abortion. To anyone who gets the same treatment from their doctor please leave the clinic and think it through before deciding what you really want. being offered something like that so easily can sway you towards it easier than you think whether you want one or not. After the appointment with the doctor I felt better knowing there was options, I wasn’t stuck this way if I didn’t want to be but like I said, think before you actually choose. for the time leading up-to my midwife appointment it honestly felt like a lie, like there was nothing in there.

I still looked and felt pretty normal even though I knew there was a tiny thing developing and growing in me. At the booking appointment, once again I was terrified and didn’t know what was going to happen. even talking to the receptionist made my heart thud. We sat for a good 10 minutes in the waiting room where we was basically alone, then a midwife called me and my boyfriend into a room and introduced herself. She wasn’t meant to be my midwife and it took me a good 29 weeks to actually meet my midwife but the midwife i’d met my first appointment was lovely and even though i still felt super awkward she made me feel better about a lot of stuff. There was a number of things she asked me about that I was completely clueless about, then I had to do a chlamydia swab which is totally normal by the way.  A pee test, and a bunch of other stuff which I was totally uncomfortable with, but apparently its all very important.

Nothing much happened in between my booking appointment and the first scan I had except the never-ending morning sickness, day in day out. In fact I just want to say well done to every single woman who has gone through morning sickness because oh my god I never want it again. It was literally a never ending loop of feeling sick from being hungry, trying to eat but smells tastes and textures made me physically sick, then being sick from being hungry again. Trying to take vitamins to keep myself and my baby healthy but throwing it back up. Honestly everything made me sick and sometimes I felt like nobody quiet understood how bad it was, like morning sickness is nothing like being ill. It’s being highly uncomfortable, Feeling and being physically sick, being weak and hot all the time. Trust me, Unless my experience was fully OTT then you will not be a happy bunny with morning sickness.

Anyway I somehow managed to lose track a bit there… MY FIRST SCAN! Okay so this is where everything got real, because up until now I totally didn’t believe anything that was happening too me and I still didn’t have a bump or movement or anything, which BTW guys is totally normal at this point. I was 13 weeks and 5 days and my baby was just a little bean with a fat head who couldn’t be bothered to move for the sonographer even when she made me stick my bum in the air and wiggle it around to see if I could jiggle the little guy into a more visible position. I can definitely confirm that the first time you really believe your little bean in there is when you see it’s heartbeat thudding away. (like everyone’s experience is different I guess but that’s when I believed it any who) and I’m being genuinely serious its magical, like your heart melts and its better than anything you’ve ever seen before.

After my first scan everything went slowly again and sometimes I forgot I was even pregnant still, I’d definitely gotten a little belly going on because people I didn’t know started to ask when the bump was due, how far along I was and all that.  My morning sickness was still on and off some days  I’d wake up knowing it was going to be a bad sicky day and other days I woke up feeling human and it was nice waking up feeling human even if i didn’t quiet look it. At this point I was still pretty clueless to everything and hadn’t had many appointments for anything even though I thought that midwives were a pretty big part of being pregnant, which they are but not to the extent I believed. I started to do a bit of research on babies, the fetal development process, and every week I would check on Bounty to see how big my bean should be and whats meant to be going on with my body during that week of being pregnant. I would recommend looking into the individual weeks of your pregnancy because you learn a lot you wasn’t aware of before such as babies tend to eat the lanugo hair that’s on their bodies in the womb and that 1 out of 25 baby boys are born with undescended testicles. I think it brings you closer to your bump because honestly just personally until you start seeing those mad kicks and punches the baby is just a bit of fat on your belly you can’t get rid of and it’s hard to think of it as another human being when you cant see it.

SECOND TRIMESTER

Even though technically at my first scan I was already in my second trimester I didn’t know it at that point so i still count it as the first. There’s not a great deal I remember about being in the second trimester because I felt normal-ish again, my morning sickness was basically done (apart from the odd days that still happen now) and I still wasn’t feeling a great deal in my belly. Although one new thing that happened was painful nipples. and you know, this parts a bit odd to share but no, on a serious level my nipples were on fire. whenever I got cold my left nipple specifically would burn like it was being stabbed with a hot rod, not so much the right, but the left oh my god it was like torture and I had no idea why, or how to fix it.  (I would personally just recommend to keep your nips as warm as possible to avoid this happening or use nipple cream.)

By the way if anyone was wondering at this point me and my boyfriend had started to enjoy the fact there would be a little us soon enough, and in fact we both grew to children more, so instead of avoiding loud children with ignorant parents we would just chuckle at the kids and smile at the parents because well… I don’t know you just kinda go soft. (Despite this I can still determine whether your kids a little shit or not) So anyway… everyone wanted to know the gender of our little bean and I was totally ready to find out and go buy tiny shoes and outfits (and completely forget all the things necessary to look after a baby). My boyfriend and I were both convinced the bean would be a little girl, which we were both pretty excited about, but neither of us were bothered. Gender wasn’t going to effect our love for ‘the bean’. At about 20 weeks we had our gender scan and found out after I don’t know how long being prodded by the scanny tool that our little bean was a boy! (his bits looked like a duck on the scan) Not long after I started to feel something, that I wouldn’t have called kicking but no, it was. It just kinda feels like tiny little butterflies that build up over time and eventually you can see brutal kung fu baby trying to rip out of your belly like in alien.

THIRD TRIMESTER

So this is where I’m at now I suppose, close to the end. This is probably the trimester I learned the most in due to it being so close and wanting to know the in’s and out’s of giving birth and what not. Also around this time the midwife tends to give you all your little booklets and stuff to help you prepare, this includes booklets on breastfeeding, perineum massage, episiotomy, which is where they snip the skin between your vagina and rectum so that the baby has more room to come out and also booklets on how to look after your baby, which includes pictures of dirty nappies and the different types of poop babies have, so anything grim they can give you, they do.  So this trimester is basically the one I felt the most pregnant in which obviously makes a lot of sense, My belly is now considerably a lot bigger than before, I wake up a lot with heartburn (And I mean like throwing up stomach acid at 5 am kinda heartburn) I can no longer reach round my belly, standing up is effort, my legs hurt and i want to sleep all the time and it was all so goddamn sudden! I’ve reached a point where I want it to be over, I want to feel slightly normal again and more than anything I wanna meet my little boy because there’s nothing worse than knowing you have something amazing stored away but you’ve gotta wait for it for so long that it actually becomes annoying waiting. Anyway  I feel like at this point I’m just rambling so I should probably whack in a few facts.

THINGS YOU PROBABLY DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT PREGNANCY UNLESS YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH IT OR STUDIED IT…

The mucus plug. – Yeah this is definitely something I didn’t know existed and to be honest, didn’t want to know existed. So yeah, The mucus plug is what it says basically, it’s a mucus plug that plugs your cervix up until labour when it dislodges and comes out. Its main purpose is to stop infection and protect your little fetus from any dangers that could make their way up there… It’s about 4-5 cm long but you don’t always see it come out and honestly I wouldn’t google it unless you need too, because it is not pretty.

Waters? – So in movies you’ll see a sudden gush come out and shabam, she in labour get her to the hospital oh no hurry! Yeah… that doesn’t necessarily happen, your waters can gush but they can also just trickle…. like you’re peeing yourself only you can’t stop it. Also, your waters breaking does not mean you’re about to pop your baby out.

The pains… – Nobody tells you it hurts to be pregnant, at all. It’s not sunshine and happiness. It’s completely the opposite, backache, leg ache, headaches, boobache, cramps from your abdominal muscles stretching, stabby pains from your baby sitting on your nerves… you literally get pain from everything even though people think that being pregnant is easy and you can just laze around peacefully.

Piles – yeah, you’ve probably heard of them, they’re also known as haemorrhoids. Pregnant people get these more easily because your growing uterus puts pressure on some of your veins including the vena cava which is a large vein on the right side of your body which pumps blood to your lower limbs. This causes them to swell or become more dilated, leaving you with piles. On the bright side, this doesn’t always happen and if it does, it goes down after giving birth so no need to worry your butt hole.

A lot of people already know this about pregnancy unless you’re as clueless as I was before becoming pregnant. Some people poo themselves while giving birth, the reason for this is the pressure  from the babies head in the birth canal actually also puts pressure on your large intestine pushing anything in there, out. but on the bright side… because trust me there is, even if you poop you don’t care because you’ve just birthed a magical little human into the world and you were in too much pain to even notice you did it.

Thanks for taking your time to read my first blog post, I do apologise if I spoke for too long but I hope you enjoyed the read or can relate to some of the things I’m saying. Do not quote me on anything because I may not be right about a lot but this is just stuff I’ve picked up through research and experience and I’ll keep you all updated on the whole Labour thing… Thanks everyone!

Enjoy your day!  –Mummy Boo ♥

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Kissing Headcanons - Sora, Riku, Roxas, Axel, Ven, Terra, Vanitas

Under cut because it’s long. 

Also, pretty sure I kept this pg-13 but some of it might be borderline, so cut just in case!

Sora 

Not always the best kisser tbh. He means well but he’s pretty klutzy/uncoordinated and ends up bumping heads or noses with his s/o a lot. He literally has an exceptionally hard head too so it’s painful for his partner when this happens. He gets so sheepishly apologetic about it though that they can’t help but laugh it off with him most of the time.

Big fan of the snuggle kiss, nuzzle kiss & old school cheek smooch. Not big on french kissing and intense makeout sessions– He’s more likely to peck his s/o lightly on the lips than go full out deep sea diving. When he does use his tongue, he might get a little too enthusiastic and go overboard… Again though, he’s so sincere about everything he does that his s/o probably just goes, “Careful, you goof!” and smiles fondly at him (if not a little exasperated).

Enjoys embracing his s/o while kissing, feeling their arms wrapped loosely around his neck or waist. Also loves the feeling of his partner’s hands running up & down his sides mid smooch. 

Riku 

Despite the cool, collected, sometimes downright cocky front he puts on, Riku is an absolute nervous wreck of a first kisser. It holds a lot of significance for him and he starts overthinking it way too much– Is it the right time? Should I go for it? Do they even want me to go for it? What if I screw up…? His s/o will probably be the one who ends up initiating the first kiss because he gets so lost in his head that he keeps missing his shot at it– Like, the opportune moment would be right there but he’d start internally freaking out about it too much and end up not going for it in time, and then the moment would pass and he’d get even more anxious…

After the first (few) awkward time(s), however, once he feels comfortable enough, he’s a total smooth operator. Very skilled with his tongue, can expertly read his partner’s body language & tailor the kiss to how they’re responding. Experienced Riku is the type of kisser who makes his partner weak in the knees, and very, very fired up flustered. 

Very uncomfortable kissing in public or in front of other people. Despite the intensity with which he usually kisses, he loves to be kissed tenderly by his s/o & is especially a sucker for eskimo kisses. Not that he would ever own up to it. 

Roxas 

Desperate, messy, hungry kisser. Kisses with a lot of passion & energy, as if the world is ending and both of their lives depend on it. He’s someone who wears his heart on his sleeve and his kisses are just as fervent & unapologetic as he is. 

Kisses are wild, intense, almost frantic– Deep, open-mouthed kisses that stray to his partner’s jaw, neck, the corners of their lips. He isn’t self-conscious about saliva getting everywhere, noses colliding or teeth accidentally grazing each other’s lips. There’s no need for his s/o to be embarrassed about that string of saliva still connecting their mouths when the kiss is broken as it’s actually a huge turn on for him. He loves nothing more than his partner kissing him back with just as much (if not more!) unbridled fervor.

Totally melts when his s/o kisses him along his jaw or down the side of his neck, into the crook of his shoulder. He might laugh a little though because he’s ticklish. LOVES receiving hickeys.

Axel 

A skilled kisser, not a bad one by any means, but he’s prone to thinking he’s better than he actually is. Sees himself as 11/10 pretty much god level kissing legend, and he’ll probably talk a big game while he’s at it– In reality, he’s more like a 7-8 most of the time. Has an array of practiced moves and tactics he uses, things he knows will work… And while his makeout methods are definitely effective, they tend to be more calculated than intuitive, so he might fumble a little if his partner goes completely spontaneous on him. (He’ll still like it, though. A lot.) 

He’s a very teasing kisser. Loves to play dirty– Gets super sensual & intense and then backs off abruptly, leaving his partner kinda breathless & leaning into his touch with their head still tilted up towards him, practically begging for more.  

Although he’s usually the one leading the kiss, he finds it ridiculously hot when his s/o ups the ante & takes control. He’ll just sort of smirk against their lips or chuckle in amusement, then lean back while he lets them do their thing. He especially loves feeling their hands (or mouth) on his chest and/or collarbones. Since he’s (probably) a good bit taller than his s/o, he finds it more comfortable to make out while sitting or lying down.

Ven 

All-over-the-map kisser, changes up tactics frequently & doesn’t stick to any one style. Kisses and touches from him tend to be rapid, fleeting, & always sort of impatient, as if he’s gearing up at any moment to move onto something else. His kisses may be quick but they aren’t particularly soft or gentle– He moves with short bursts of very focused energy, giving an airy but rapid-fire quality to them. Not prone to giving long, deep kisses but he’s very skilled & precise with his tongue when he wants to be, possibly more so than any of the others.

Not a fan of long makeout sessions or intense, prolonged eye contact– It isn’t that he doesn’t enjoy looking his s/o in the eyes, but if they stare at each other too long he’ll usually bust out laughing. Not in a mean way, of course, he just finds it kind of funny & can’t help himself.

Loves to have his ears kissed, nibbled at, sucked on. Also loves to elicit sounds from his s/o while kissing. Any sort of unrestrained vocalization from his partner– growls, moans, sharp inhales– is a huge turn on for him.

Terra 

Touch-y, borderline grope-y kisser, has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. He loves to explore his s/o’s body during a makeout session– sort of tentatively at first, and then more sure of himself once he knows they’re comfortable. Despite his impulsiveness, he’s very much a gentleman (or, well, he tries to be– for the most part), and he’ll only take things as far as his partner is okay with. Vacillates between being sweet/gentle and bold/aggressive-ish, depending on the mood he’s in & (what he thinks) his partner wants in the moment.

(In)famous for giving sneak attack surprise kisses. He’ll grab his s/o from behind or swoop in out of nowhere for a quick one. Half the time he smacks their heads together on accident doing this… He forgets his own strength at times & can be sort of rough without meaning to be. If that’s pointed out to him though or if he hurts his partner by mistake, he’ll feel very guiltily self-conscious over it.

It gives him that tingly-all-over feeling when his partner rakes their nails down the back of his head/neck/spine mid kiss, or when they tangle fingers in his hair and tug him closer to them. Loves it when he’s holding his partner up or leaning over them while kissing & they wrap their legs around his waist. 

Vanitas 

Rough, aggressive kisser. Lots of biting and battling for dominance. Doesn’t close his eyes while kissing– He’ll stare at his s/o intently the whole time because he either a) doesn’t know it’s weird/unsettling, b) knows it’s weird/unsettling but dgaf, and/or c) loves to watch every minuscule flicker of emotion that passes across their face. 

Likes to kiss as if in battle, with lots of grappling, rolling around on the floor, pinning each other to walls. Borderline violent– Might grip his partner hard by their chin, wrap a hand around their throat, that sort of thing. Loves to kiss while straddling them, his knees locked tight around their hips. 

Feeling his partner squirm in breathless anticipation beneath him, clawing at his arms/back/face, whimpering into the kiss are all giant turn ons for him. Although he’s rough in his affections, he doesn’t like to be on the receiving end of harsh, painful kisses. A little bit of roughness from his s/o is okay (and even welcomed), but if they draw blood… uh oh nooooo bueno. 

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Just for the record I imagine them all being young adults when I headcanon this stuff, around 20ish at least (if they’re not already canonically).

For headcanons of the girls, go here.