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Pre Canon prompt:

Mama Mario goes in for her ultrasound and finds out she's having twins.

But when she's shown the sonogram, she sees something that even baffles the technician: how the two fetuses seem to be hugging each other.

She takes the video and shows it to the family, with whatever reactions you want them to have.

And when she comes back for the other ultrasounds, it keeps happening. They may change positions or one may switch to hugging other, but there's always something like that going on.

And then, for the ending, when they're born, I'd LOVE for this to connect to Don’t Let Go, where you mentioned a memory of them seeing each other for the first time.

Request - Non Prompt

Whist I have mentioned I do not do requests, I did want to do this idea very badly, and only if someone sent it as a request. So here we are! Hope you like this @jellyfishinc!

Mentions of babies in the womb and various other pregancy related stuff.

Please note I am not an obstetrician, nor do I know that much about pregnancy or what is normally expected to be seen during an ultrasound, besides what I have read and been told.

Takes place pre-Mario Movie verse.

Mama Mario is called 'Mia' (as is headcanoned by the fandom)

- - -

I've Never Left Your Side

It was quite a joyous occasion, to say the least!

The moment the now soon to be parents had announced that they were expecting, the whole house was filled with the cheers and cries of elation! Marie had hugged Mia, Arthur had burst into tears, while Tony had joked about "getting a hole in one", until his eldest brother had threatened to throw him out the door!

"We must get ready for the new bambino!", said the now soon to be Nonno, who had neither cheered nor cried, but had sat there grinning ear to ear at the news.

Everyone had of course wanted to pitch in. Marie even taking the soon to be parents (and Arthur much to his reluctance) out to the baby stores.

* * *

It wasn't until they had to go to their first scan, at 12 weeks, did things really take a surprise!

"Well", said the obstetrician. "It seems to me everything is looking healthy. And by such wonderful luck, you're having twins!"

He pointed out the two moving shapes on the screen to the still stunned parents. Mia was clutching her husband's hand, her smile instantly wide and tears wetting her cheeks. The man who sat beside her was dumbfounded.

Two babies. Two babies. Who were there as dark shapes on the monitor (later Papa would admit that they looked like jelly beans to him). It was so much to take in.

The obstetrician carefully moved the scanner around on the woman's bump, so the he could get a slightly better look at the twins.

And what he saw made the obstetrician raise an eyebrow. One of the foetuses seemed to be "reaching" for the other, an arm outstretched to the full. The other was also reaching out, but seemingly more timidly. It was as if they were both expecting to hold hands.

""Well, they seem to know the other is there", chuckled the obstetrician. Congratulations you two."

The parents were beaming.

The two hugged each other before they drove back home, and Mia clutched the print of the ultrasound close to her heart the whole way.

* * *

They knew they weren't going to hear the end of it when they told everyone. And as expected, when they made the announcement at dinner, the uproar was tremendous.

Arthur burst out laughing so loud that Marie had to hit him on the back so he wouldn't choke on his wine. Tony spluttered and nudged his older brother.

"Hey he got two holes in one!"

His brother turned very red, and after a quick glance at his wife's expression that told him 'no it wasn't a good idea to consider throwing Tony out onto incoming traffic', he settled down, and informed the family that they would need to get two of everything, and that they would find out the gender on the next scan.

* * *

The next weeks passed by in a blur. Everyone was busy chipping in to provide any necessary means for the babies. As for the expectant mother, she had been surprisingly taking it all in her stride. Despite the occasional nausea and uncomfortableness, she was still beaming through it all. And she would always be rubbing her stomach and talking to the babies quietly when she had down time.

He husband on the other hand, had proven to be quite the mother hen during all this! He would call from work every 2 hours, asking if she was alright, and would promise to bring her whatever she needed. Of course things went a bit too far when he stole the sheets from all of the family beds, and was not able to replace them on account of the fact he had stolen every other piece of bedding from the cupboard.

It also didn't help that his work colleagues had frightened him with tales of their own children's births, and stuff about blood, and other terrifying things that could happen. Naturally they were just playing around, but it had frightened the soon to be father so much, that it took a call to the obstetrician to debunk these ridiculous claims. He had calmed down after that. A little.

He came back from work one day to find his wife sitting on the couch, her hands pressed gently on her tummy, smiling fondly.

She smiled up at him as he came in.

"Come feel", she whispered.

He eagerly came over. Sitting beside her, he gently pressed his larger palm onto her stomach. Instantly, he felt the tiny patter of movement, and his eyes shone.

His wife took a look at the first ultrasound photo.

"Do you think they will get along?", she asked.

He hesitated, unsure how to reply. But before he could think of anything, she turned to him and grinned.

"I think they will", she said. "I think they love each other already.

He husband smiled back and took her in his arms.

* * *

The second, and last, scan was to be more nerve-racking.

"Looks like everything is going smoothly", said the obstetrician as he moved the scanner around.

"This is the baby that will be born first", he said, pointing to the screen. "A bit bigger than the other, but not too much difference."

Then he suddenly frowned.

"That's...a little unusual", he said.

The parents leaned forward. What they saw was an extraordinary sight. The two babies, now at 24 weeks and not yet fully developed, seemed to be pressed against each other. The larger twin, for as tight as the room in there was, had its head angled in a way that its forehead was very close to the other twin's. The smaller twin in turn, was snuggled close to their sibling.

As the three of them watched, the smaller twin began to squirm, almost like they were having a bad dream. But the larger twin (to their astonishment) raised a hand and moved it slowly and carefully against the space near its twin's head. And all at once, the smaller twin became still and calm.

The three adults in the room were silent. Then Mia turned to her husband, and he knew immediately what she was thinking.

"They won't be able to feel each other", explained the obstetrician. "I doubt they are even aware of each other's touch yet. It's more likely the shared space and weight of each other they are aware of."

"Please can we take a copy with us?", the woman pleaded.

"Of course, smiled the obstetrician.

"Would you be able to tell us the gender?", Papa blurted out, almost forgetting in the rush of excitement.

"Certainly!", replied the obstetrician.

He ran some more scans, took some readings, then he turned to the expectant parents.

"Well", he said, his smile gentle. "You two are having twin boys."

* * *

The lead up to the birth was yet another blur. As soon as the whole household was aware that twin boys were arriving, the excitement was even more abuzz.

Mia had taken to spending the last months of her pregnancy making matching hats for her sons. One red, one green. Both with initials for the chosen names the parents (and by extension the rest of the family) had agreed on.

Her husband had come back from work one evening to find her once again working on this project.

"You need to rest", he fretted. "The doctor said you need your strength when...", he trailed off.

"I'm fine", Mia laughed. "I am tired, but I will go to bed as soon as I finish this stitching."

Her husband sat across from her. He continued to watch as she sewed the initial (an M) on the red hat.

"I wonder what they will be like", he said. A smile crept under his moustache.

Mia stopped her work, and put her hand onto her stomach. She closed her eyes, then opened them again with a content sigh.

"I think...they'll have each other."

Her husband frowned. Then he spotted the printout of the last scan lying beside her.

He hesitated.

"The doctor did say that they can't really feel each other. I mean...it is unusual. But one of the guys at work...well he was saying that his friend had twins and...well they didn't get along. They still don't. I mean, they are siblings, they get along like that, but they were different...and..."

"Whatever they are like", said Mia, dragging her husband out of his thoughts, "Whatever they choose to be as people, we will love them. And I know they will love each other."

She held out her hand. She couldn't lean forward now due to her vast stomach, so her husband leaned forward instead, and gently clasped her hand in his own.

She rubbed her stomach again

"I just...have this feeling. I feel like...they know each other already..."

Her husband didn't have anything else to add, and just sat with her in content silence.

* * *

The new papa was crying.

His sons. Their sons, were perfect.

After many hours of labour and frantic panic, they were here. Lying side by side in their mother's arms, sleeping peacefully.

"They're beautiful", Mia cried, as her husband gently stroked his large finger down each of the twin's cheeks.

"And they have each other", her husband smiled.

Both the twins seemed to stir. Then very slowly, they opened their eyes for the first time, and peered at each other.

Neither parent could ever say what kind of exchange was happening between them, but as the babies smiled and took each other in, they seemed to say

"Hi. I know you."

[everyonesadoptivedad]

Stole this for this fandom bc some pEOPLE need to hear this today.

[emily84]

but why isn't tumblr eating up Kaos netflix?

it's got everything! canon old man yaoi, a lot of trans representation, including a trans man as one of the main characters who is complex, desirable, and gets the girl at the end (uh, sorta, but, no spoilers), a succession-level of drama with a fucked up family that needs to be toppled, greek mythology, amazons, the three Fates as trans entities, the Furies as biker lesbians, a WHOLE spectrum of various sexualities and genders as well as great poc representation, a whole spectrum of disabilities, whimsical creatures and frightening, power hungry women... what are ya waiting for?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not beating the allegations.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[lutheban]

None of them are equivalent to eachother but you get the point

[kathaynesart]

Can I ask what the formulas are that donnie calculates to make a big boom(??)

Just curious, lolol

Of course! There’s a few different ones in there including the infamous e=mc2, but the majority are meant to calculate the energy released in a nuclear explosion. There’s also the Born–Oppenheimer (BO) approximation (which makes the assumption that the wave functions of atomic nuclei and electrons in a molecule can be treated separately) for the sake of his creative process. Admittedly t’s not 100% accurate (because nuclei and electrons CAN move at the same speed) but Donnie is working on the fly here with nothing but his still limited mortal brain and it has been accurate enough to aid his basic needs in blowing up Krang. So uh… just trust him on it haha!

[hoursofcannibal]

STAR OF THE SHOW

[yearnerspermit]

I’ll be honest the way some people talk about this show makes it sound less like they’re interested in the messy nature of people failing and remorse and guilt and atonement and redemption and regret and the capacity to change and the inability to undo what’s been done and unforgivable actions and maybe forgivable people and how you face all of it and continue to live and endure. and more like they want to be sitting in that jury, determining who’s guilty or not guilty, deciding a sentence, and walking away satisfied in the result being final

[tr1ppykay]

the more i participate in discussions of transmasculine issues, the more disgusted i become at the approach a lot of "trans inclusive" feminists have towards transmascs...

feminist theory exists to serve the real life people that are harmed by patriarchy. if theory is not sufficiently serving real human beings who are desperately looking for acknowledgment of their suffering, then it must be rewritten to make room for that acknowledgment. if transmasculine people are all telling you about discrimination they have experienced, and how feminist theory does not make room to talk about their unique relationship with gender based oppression, you modify the theory to make room. you don't bash them over the head with writing that doesn't account for their existence.

feminism is not a fundamentalist religion. it is a conversation that must account for new perspectives and evolve to encompass them if we want to make any progress. but many feminists who discount transmasculine experiences want to treat the current state of feminist theory as a bible of unwavering truth: if men who face gendered oppression aren't mentioned, then trans men must be wrong about their lived experiences. of course, your precious theory could never have blind spots!

[pythoria]

i don't think you can fully understand astarion until you do an origin run tbh, or at least watch a video of his dream and all the responses you can give. it's hinted at in the final dialogue with cazador with his "you've never forgiven anything", but astarion wasn't some indisciplined brat who "deserved" or "kinda asked for it". He would apologise and beg for forgiveness, he would mind cazador's wishes and schedule and be constantly anxious about it, and the only reason that he got the worst of his wrath wasn't because his personality is just abrasive and it angered cazador, it was purely for entertainment, because he begged the prettiest, he screamed the loudest, etc. You can make the argument that he was the most vulnerable of the spawn, the least powerful, the runt of the pack.

Sure, he wasn't a great person while he was alive what with all his magistrate bs, but he was young and a bit of a dick, not evil. When he was alive and kinda abused some of his privilege as a magistrate that was posturing, underneath it there was always weakness and self-doubt. And when he was stripped of that little power he had, he became his "truest" (or rather basest) self, which was a scared boy who wanted to make it big or impress his superiors. On some level I think he admired Cazador for all the power he had, and we know that at the ritual "he wanted to be just like him". I don't think he would ever purposefully anger someone he looked up to, even with all the shit he was forced to do. For 200 years he was an obedient puppet, and it was his shortcomings, not his defiance that earned him all the torture.

So when you meet him after the nautiloid crash, you aren't seeing a single genuine personality trait of his. Not until the love confession in act 2. All you're seeing for the majority of 2 acts is a mask, a character he created, as well as him in full survival mode. Of course he doesn't want you helping innocents, this might be his only chance to escape, he doesn't want that derailed. Honestly, you don't really see the "real" him until after you've killed cazador. For anyone who finished his quest, y'all know how different he acts in the graveyard scene. He's uncharacteristically soft, even nice, and yes he's angry and he can't undo centuries of suffering, but you've helped him come back to himself. By act 3 he already stops rlly dissaproving of helping people, and when talking to the gurs he's defensive because he doesn't want to get their hopes up and dissapoint them, not because he wouldn't give anything to help. Astarion at his core is sassy, sure, but he is undoubtedly *nice*. He's a good person, he feels so much guilt for what he's done and sympathy for his victims, and he *has* to push it all down lest the psychological pain alone kills him. He likes killing, sure, but more as a sport than a past time. And honestly i could go on and on but let's leave it at that for now.

[travelers-ward]

I wish... I wish we could get the chance to tell G'raha how loved he is.

Romantic headcanons of each player (which are valid) notwithstanding, he is loved so deeply by so many people in canon, yet he is so singularly-focused on his mission that he doesn't seem to notice. This man, who sought to sacrifice himself for the sake of the world and us and intended for neither us nor the world to ever find out. This man, who asked if he would merit a footnote in our story someday. I just wish we could make him see.

How Rammbroes talked about him after he shut himself in the Crystal Tower. The final letter from the Ironworks crew in the alternate timeline, locked away in the depths of the Tower, addressed to him, entrusting him with all their hopes. How contrary to his expectations, WoL remembered him, and cried out his name desperately when he was about to sacrifice himself. The city that he watched over for a century, generations of people who loved him so very, very dearly. Does he know how they cried when he left? How Lyna cried? How she worries about him still? (that part, at least, we did tell him). They way Alisaie teases him like he's family, her absolutely devastated scream when he sacrificed himself at Ultima Thule.

This man who constantly devotes his all to helping others, because he can't help but love the whole world, yet thinks his efforts are insignificant in comparison to everyone else, thinks he won't be remembered by others even as he gives all he has to save them, never seems to notice that his kindness has mattered to so many people, who care so deeply for him.

I just wish we could tell him, you know?

[visenyaism]

“all must choose” but rhaenyra looking hot and correct with good posture and her dad’s crown perfectly resting on her head like it belongs there just cannot beat that killer limp-wristed might frisbee the conqueror’s crown at any moment adult boy-king suicidal ennui + fundamentalist sword violence psychopath combination it’s not fair.

[chamerionwrites]

One of the more fascinating examples of fandom’s faves-based morality I’ve personally encountered recently was the number of people in the Mon Mothma tag who were absolutely BURNING with righteous fury at her 13-year-old daughter in Andor, when the worst things we have actually seen said character do are (1) be kind of a little shit to her mom (again, she’s thirteen) and (2) fall victim to a space tradwife cult. You know, because she’s thirteen. And has a pretty self-evidently lonely and unpleasant home life. And lives directly in the rotten beating ideological heart of space fascism.

The number of people vocally wishing punishment on a fictional tween was WILD. I unfollowed that tag after ~48 hours lol

[wizardpink]

I know everyone likes to concept of IWTV vamps losing their ability to make good art when they become vampires but, I actually like the idea that sometimes people/vampires just aren't that talented lmaoooo. But immortal vampires have the money and the time to pursue artistic hobbies, plus the desire to reconnect with humanity, so they do so anyway despite a lack of talent.

Like Marius for example is exactly the type of asshole who would be only a semi-decent painter, but use his money and power and influence to insert himself into the art world like he belonged there.

And if Armand is to be believed, Lestat wasnt a bad actor at all.

Like sorry bout it but maybe Louis just isnt a great photographer! And the reason it stings so much is because filthy sack-of-blood humans would dare tell a vampire "maybe you're just not cut out for this."

We know vampires are only supposed to turn only the most attractive humans. Who is more unearnedly confident in their artistic abilities than hot people?