#ask and maybe you shall receive

[mpreg-ask-blog]

Derpy losers

I also made (non-cannon) design ideas for the babies but idk if I should add them or not.

[trashyshrew]

not entirely sure if the below request was directed at me, but i got a notification for it and that's all the justification i needed 😂

[blindmagdalena]

outnumbered twin girls dadlander is the best i can't stop thinking of him experiencing the toddler unconditional love and affection like those choppy selfmade postcards on father's day and and them running to him after the daycare and babbling how their day went and 😭😭 him hosting a barbecue in one of those "good looking is cooking" aprons and his silly face expression everytime he looks at his (chubby) wife in awe because she gave this family to him and jfnfnfnfn

also one of the girls hiccuping and accidentally shooting lasers through the wall and maybe even killing somebody and he's just in awe and love and maybe crying because she's so him

the toddlers with superpowers is the best part of this because i keep thinking about him having to catch stray laser beams or move his wife out of the way when one of the girls sneeze because there is just a constant risk of them exploding or vaporizing something 😂

[mewvore]

tips on how to be a milf? I'm already a fat trans girl i just want to be more attractive

Eat food with lots of collagen in it, use a moisturizer, buy a pair of high waisted jeans, and carry around a purse with small candies in it. Then all you gotta do is get knocked up and bam milf mode

[ephiesoul]

Hey, can you tell damien I said hi for me please.

Thank you🌹

✏️💌 you got it

[thewritetofreespeech]

hi! prompt 3 or 39 with roland would be interesting!

3. Body Worship

“Wow! You are so strong [Y/N]!” Roland gushed. His eyes sparkling as he took in his partner’s form. Their figure seeming to almost vibrate now in the stillness after battle. “I’ve never seen moves like that before! Such agility. Such grace. And your muscles….I wish my body could be more like yours…”

The Chasseur hiccupped in a gasp as he realized what he just said. His mouth often running much faster than his brain.

He felt he should kneel down right now and pray to God for his sins. Envy was one of the big ones, but there was something more than that. Lust. Roland knew that he did not just look on [Y/N] in adoration for the strength of their body but also for its physical curves. Everyday he had to fight the urge to reach out and touch them. Run his hands over those gorgeous muscles and body. But he knew he could not. He had made a vow to God and the Church. To be pure and void of sin as to better serve their Lord, and irradicate the world of vampires. This was his promise. And it seemed [Y/N] was his test from the Lord.

“Let’s head back! I’m sure Olivier is eager to hear of our report. And I could do with a hot meal and a nice bath.” Roland felt bad behind his smile. What sort of weakling was he that he would pivot his sins from envy to gluttony. He would have to pray harder to God for resolve.

[Y/N] agree and they walked back to their base together. Their scent in the air as Roland’s heightened sense from his serum, leading him like a salivating dog following a bone. If only he could hold them and get a full whiff of their scent. Surely that would be alright? Hugging, and smelling their battle potent aroma, would not be a broch of his vow….

Roland shook his head to get rid of these thoughts. He knew it would be a slippery slope. One hug would just make him want more. Another hug. To hold their hand. To run his fingers over those powerful legs that just kicked a vampire clear across the courtyard, and heaven help him what he wouldn’t give to have them wrapped around him.

He shook his head again. It wasn’t working. He would have to pray harder tonight after last prayers. Beg God for forgiveness and strength. To stay away this temptation from [Y/N] to worship at their alter instead of their Lord. God help him…..

[hipsternumbertwo]

your gifs are literally so beautiful

Thank you so much! I appreciate this especially from a familiar name (I see you, I see all of you 👀)

This is for you:

I know I'm not as talented as the artists and the writers such as yourself, but i can't stop throwing my crap out there :p

[ongreenergrasses]

no anon we die like men what's your most rancid haymitch opinion 👁️👁️

idk if it’s that rancid tbh but i have really mixed feelings about Haymitch being an alcoholic. i think it’s realistic that he’d use that to cope after the tragedies he’s suffered. he’s experiencing such prolongued trauma and he feels things so passionately and deeply, it is totally reasonable that he’d try to numb that. but at the same time it bugs me because he is indigenous. many indigenous communities struggle a lot with addiction and substance abuse for a variety of complex reasons I’m not going to get into here, and I think it could’ve potentially been good commentary on that, but it’s not addressed. the class divide between the Seam and the Merchants is not addressed in terms of looking at his addiction. it is not a nuanced portrayal of addiction, it does not take into account the many factors that contributed and continue to contribute to his addiction, and most importantly she seems to have absolutely no awareness of how that issue disproportionately affects the community Haymitch is part of and it shows in her writing. so making him an alcoholic just feels like she’s falling into stereotypes there.

[mpreg-ask-blog]

Ok. I'll say it. You're clearly in love with the guy, and are fully prepared to help him raise 4 babies that likely aren't even yours. Just ask him out already

Husk: Okay, fine. I’ll do it. Happy now?

[wednesdaythesecond]

Being edge isn't a flex when this is how you are completely sober. Smoke some weed, take a shot or two, it really won't hurt once. Give therapy another try and actually be honest about what you're doing in your spare time. I hope that one day you'll wake up and decide to stop acting like these real people are just toys to play make believe with

no, actually i don't think i will do any of that. being straight edge fucking rules and so does rpf

[blindmagdalena]

do you think there was any significance as to why Homelander brought a cake to the lab? it was just random to me. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to be funny or if it was a silly attempt to break the ice in a way.

i do think it was largely an ice breaker. it's also kind of just... what you do. it reminded me a lot of the early seasons of Dexter where he endeared himself to his office by becoming known as the donut guy. he just always brought in a box of donuts, and that was enough for people to like him.

Homelander was visibly terrified walking into that lab. i said before that i don't believe he knew exactly what he was going to do. the cake was a way to disarm people when he himself felt disarmed and uncertain.

and it worked! people were immediately smiling and distracted while he stood off to the side. it took the attention off of him and let him process. when we cut back to him staring at the incinerator while everyone else is eating cake, that's when we see his body language and expressions change.

that's when he decides what he's going to do.

[mewvore]

Transitioning from Twitter to tumblr rn. I fucking spat out some food I was eating when a friend I know well reblogged something you made and after 15 mins of scrolling through your account it only hit me then who you were

the mewvore experience is being delivered to you in widescreen with dolby surround sound for maximum emersion

[wannabepapa]

mmmm all that talk of taking vitamins and stuff to make your tits nice and milky, what if they swelled up to the size like those pictures I showed you, nearly as big as your baby bump and fit to bursting with milk, so you need to pump /constantly/ (that is, whenever my hungry mouth isn't latched on to them, guzzling down that sweet cream because I don't want my angel to suffer.... Your tits would be so swollen and sensitive, you would have no choice but to wear nothing because even the softest fabric chafes, but my fingers and my tongue and lips and teeth bring (literally) sweet relief 😘

that would be a very big possibility since i am already big chested. i have also ( embarrassingly ) did a deep dive search on supplements and vitamins that are meant for lactation so i know the good ones. there are so many that do a bunch of different things and there are even supplements that you can mix together that garner even better results so we just have to find the best ones to work with my body!

also ( even more embarrassingly ) would want to start taking them before i get pregnant. the kink of having a big milky chest to play with before having a baby has had a chokehold on me for the last two years and i want to play to that fantasy 🫣🫣🫣🫣 and imagine how big i would be with milk already coming in, then growing even bigger once i fall pregnant and milk production becomes more intense so i am always having to bring pumps everywhere with me. people are amazed by my size, asking if i had gotten my chest done before getting pregnant. the look on their face when i tell them i'm all natural will be exhilarating!

well someone has to taste it to see how delicious it is but you can't take all of it. it's for the baby and all the other babies that i donate milk to so they can have milk. with all my production we would likely need a chest freezer or two....

[imagine-silk]

Pre itsv platonic yandere PB in ur most recent post hits different... sorry for rambling, but im like obssesed with this idea.

• maybe his object of affection is a friend's kid, who he helped raise. He's the coolest person ever in their eyes! He'd be there whenever he could when they were younger, and he still tries now that they're college age.

• but he slowly becomes more jaded and depressed from the stress of being spiderman, and then him and mj divorce.

•he's depressed, he can barely get out of bed nost days ... and his object of affection, worried about their family friend, starts to visit him nearly daily. It's little things, like helping him clean, or taking him out to get coffee, or just... talking. And Peter clings onto that kindness. This kid (they're college age, but they'll always be a kid to him) saves him in a way.

• its only fair that peter looks out for them all the same-- When he patrols, he follows the kid from a distance and makes sure to lead villians away from their part of town. And for a while, it's enough to just keep them safe as Spiderman, and peter is happy for the first time in so long.

•...and then the kid says they're moving out of state for college, and peter can't bear it. He's started to see this kid as his own, and all he can feel is betrayed. How could this kid leave like everyone else in his life? He wouldn't let that happen. Whether it be hiding their letter of acceptance or straight-up just locking them away in his apartment, he'd be keeping them close by. He's delusional enough that guilt evades him-# his kid loves him, right? They'll adjust eventually.

This is a little ooc but like ^^^ platonic yanderes r my passion + im a sucker for depressed yanderes who become obsessed over people who made their lives light up for the first time in ages.

》 That may be so but your OOC is welcomed. Honestly I love prompts like this cause I can get a different angle from what I typically imagine so this was real nice. So yeah, ramble all you like.

In high school he was your dad's best friend. And he had you at the age of sixteen. Shortly after Peter got bit. To say they were stressed was the biggest understatement in the world. They got through high school intact and went off to college while you were with your mother who was and is a fucking legend.

It took a few years to find out he wasn't actually related to you but he laughed and told you no one would ever want to drink blood so water wasn't bad. He always had a quip, was super strong, and he always seemed to know what to do. Having that thought consistently throughout your life had a big impact. You wanted him to be proud of you, you wanted to be him, and your dad laughed while he encouraged you. You would chase him across the world and further.

Looking back on it you realized he had his moments though. Sometimes he would get iffy and leave for a while only to come back like he didn't leave. When you were thirteen you visited him during one of his iffs. He told you to go home. When you were fourteen you did again. He told you to leave again. When you were sixteen he straight closed the door on your face after you said your piece.

Normally his episodes didn't last long, two weeks, maybe three if it was bad. You went over when it lasted a month. When he opened the door you shoved yourself in and said hi. That only took five years. He didn't force you to leave, he didn't have the energy to, but he told you to million times.

You looked around and then at him. He'd never been the cleanest person but the mess he had was almost impressive. But you weren't going to turn around, this was your moment to finally prove yourself as an adult. So you started picking things up and throwing it away while talking about nothing.

Watching you cleaning his mess and talk was the most horrible thing to see. It proved to him he was in such chaos you felt you needed to pick up after him. This shouldn't be happening, he should have handled it better. That was a bad thought and he knew it; no one would brush off people dying because you were too slow, no one should. But you didn't know that so he let you clean a bit and leave.

Having you shove yourself in the next day with a bag under your arm was also horrible, it was cleaning supplies. You still didn't go away when he said. You went around cleaning, you asked if he remembered when he taught you how to clean to get yourself out of trouble, to use bleach and made sure you didn't accidentally make mustard gas. He wondered if he was in hell, that he was to live a pitiful life with no way to fight it.

The next time he didn't open the door. You threatened to break down it down and he said have at it, and to not cry when you hurt yourself. You didn't cry when you hurt yourself, you came back the next day with a lockpick instead. At that point he accepted the idea he wasn't in hell. Then you saw his dishes weren't piling new ones. He didn't know if he was going insane while you cooked and cleaned or if he actually died while he wasn't looking.

You pushed him into the bathroom to get him to shower, when he couldn't get up you stayed and made him laugh with varying success, washed his clothes. He hated every second of it, hated that he was so useless you felt like you needed to do any of this.

Every new thing you found you stitched. It hurt but it made him better. He let you cook new things in his kitchen and take him out to coffee, all under the guise that he was doing you a favor of course. Before he knew it he let you in without a fight, his house was spotless in a way it never had been and you were visiting daily with a smile, he was smiling.

So he tried to return the favor. He stocked up on thing you wanted and liked, things to mess around with in the kitchen, those weird imported snacks you always got, even domestic things for the rare occasions you stayed over. And Spiderman did the same. Made sure you were unbothered when you were out and about, at the time he didn't realize he was punching harder. If a villain was in town he took the party elsewhere. He got used to this life.

His brain malfunctioned when he heard you applied for colleges out of state. Why would you go to Harvard? That was in Boston. California is just as bad if not worse than New York you know. There's nothing for you in Connecticut so there was no reason to apply for New Haven. He's lost a lot, aunt May is gone, his wife left him, he sees the people he can't save up close, Gwen. Now you were so close to slipping away.

You knew he'd be taken aback so you tried to reassure him by saying you weren't leaving them, him, and you'd come back every chance you got. He wanted to take that answer and leave but so many people have said that to him it was hard to. You brought him to tears and broke them with a hug and a key phrase, "I love you." How was he supposed to just let you leave?

The more he thought about it the more his mind swelled with looming regret. But then he visited you when you were opening your letter. Denied. You were frustrated and groaned it was the second letter you got, both denied. Under the excuse he was visiting to keep updated and the help of Spiderman your letters seemed to stop coming all together. No one knew where they went. He saw it as a job well done. You would get too upset to keep applying. Then you applied by email and explained to the recruiters what was happening. He couldn't stop that. A pile of letters in his closet for nothing.

There was so many things he could but he knew they would only go half way or not work at all. He couldn't just tell you no for so many reasons and threatening the recruiters would work but it would also be out in the open. However there was a way to keep you in Queens for sure and he had the energy to do it. Did it feel morally wrong? Yes, but the ends justify the means.

The next few days while he was getting everything ready he reminisced about your life. He asked if you remember how you would always ask him if he liked you're hair when it was obvious you did it by yourself, with too much gel or unnecessary accessories. Did you know he tried to take care of you by himself while you were just a few months old and you got sick, but you didn't really do anything other than sleep and spit to medicine out as much medicine as possible. You might not have remembered the time you were twelve and got lost so you called him to get you because you forgot your parent's number. And you took the stories. It was proof that he always paid attention to you and that's what you wanted, his approval, his pride.

You couldn't remember what you were doing, how far you got in the college process or if you were getting there but you remember having a drink with Peter. Something was wrong and you asked him to help you because you couldn't keep yourself up. When you woke up you were in his bed. Not very weird, it was a one bedroom apartment, what was was the restraint on your ankle connected to the bedpost. You called out for him and tried to get out of bed only to fall hard on the ground. The light from the hallway offended you and he was next to in a second.

You realized a few things; you were in pajamas, you were very weak and you throat was dry, but the worst thing was Peter not helping you the way he should. And his answers to your questions didn't nothing but tell you this was real. Never in a million lifetimes would you say he would be capable of doing this, or rather going through with it. You asked to leave and he said no.

You wanted to be there. You did anything you could to get in. You always said you'd be there for him so do it now. You love him don't you? You've never lied to him so you meant it. You love him. You don't need to leave ever. If he had to force it to happen he will.

[dittobtch]

14, 44, 57 & 94 for the ask game? :D

heyyy thank you for asking!!

14. which color of the sky is your favorite?

pink from sunsets/sunrises. especially when there's also orange mixed in so it's like the lesbian flag

44. do you have any blorbos?

all the girls from the wilds lmao, but especially fatin and dot. i love projecting onto them relate to them in a lot of ways that hit pretty close to home

regina and janis across all versions of mean girls, but especially in the 2004 movie

emily from pitch perfect because bemily had me in a chokehold last year (and still does tbh)

(do real people count as blorbos? i honestly don't know but if they do then lucy dacus<3)

57. favorite movie?

i'm so bad at choosing favourites. maybe bottoms or saving face. loser sapphics have my entire heart <3

94. if you could have any superpower besides the typical choices (flight, shapeshifting, elemental powers, etc.), what would you pick?

i've said manipulate chance in the past, but i also think i'd enjoy the ability to manipulate time. would love to be able to slow down when i need extra time for things or speed up through moments i don't enjoy. this would probably end up doing more harm for me than good since i'd just fast forward through the bad parts of life that i'd need for character development, but it is what it is

[ongreenergrasses]

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the level of conspiratorial thinking people are willing to engage in and entertain on a daily basis is honestly disturbing to me. people seem completely fine and happy saying everything is some grand conspiracy by rich people and the global elite (by which they often just mean Jews, which is of course rampantly antisemitic). i have a good friend who yesterday blew up my messages talking about how clicking on a phone call with me means that there is a federal agent listening to our calls. all the Qanon horseshit that continues to exist in my country. it’s actually absurd and it’s such a paranoid way of looking at the world, and more than that, i think it’s a great excuse for people to avoid accountability and the impact they have on the world and blame it on someone or something else. if some other evil person is pulling all the strings, you can do whatever you want, including not think about how your words and actions affect others.

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