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trungles · 11 months ago

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Cross-posting an essay I wrote for my Patreon since the post is free and open to the public.

Hello everyone! I hope you're relaxing as best you can this holiday season. I recently went to see Miyazaki's latest Ghibli movie, The Boy and the Heron, and I had some thoughts about it. If you're into art historical allusions and gently cranky opinions, please enjoy. I've attached a downloadable PDF in the Patreon post if you'd prefer to read it that way. Apologies for the formatting of the endnotes! Patreon's text posting does not allow for superscripts, which means all my notations are in awkward parentheses. Please note that this writing contains some mild spoilers for The Boy and the Heron.

Hayao Miyazaki’s 2023 feature animated film The Boy and the Heron reads as an extended meditation on grief and legacy. The Master of a grand tower seeks a descendant to carry on his maddening duty, balancing toy blocks of magical stone upon which the entire fabric of his little pocket of reality rests. The world’s foundations are frail and fleeting, and can pass away into the cold void of space should he neglect to maintain this task. The Master’s desire to pass the torch undergirds much of the film’s narrative.

(Isle of the Dead. Arnold Böcklin. 1880. Oil on Canvas. Kunstmuseum. Basel, Switzerland.)

Arnold Böcklin, a Swiss Symbolist(1) painter, was born on October 16 in 1827, the same year the Swiss Evangelical Reformed Church bought a plot of land in Florence from the Grand Duke of Tuscany, Leopold II, that had long been used for the burials of Protestants around Florence. It is colloquially known as The English Cemetery, so called because it was the resting place of many Anglophones and Protestants around Tuscany, and Böcklin frequented this cemetery—his workshop was adjacent and his infant daughter Maria was buried there. In 1880, he drew inspiration from the cemetery, a lone plot of Protestant land among a sea of Catholic graveyards, and began to paint what would be the first of six images entitled Isle of the Dead. An oil on canvas piece, it depicts a moody little island mausoleum crowned with a gently swaying grove of cypresses, a type of tree common in European cemeteries and some of which are referred to as arborvitae. A figure on a boat, presumably Charon, ferries a soul toward the island and away from the viewer.

(Photo of The English Cemetery in Florence. Samuli Lintula. 2006.)

The Isle of the Dead paintings varied slightly from version to version, with figures and names added and removed to suit the needs of the time or the commissioner. The painting was glowingly referenced and remained fairly popular throughout the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The painting used to be inescapable in much of European popular culture. Professor Okulicz-Kozaryn, a philologist (someone with a deep interest in the ways language and cultural canons evolve)(2) observed that the painting, like many other works in its time, was itself iterative and became widely reiterated and referenced among its contemporaries. It became something like Romantic kitsch in the eyes of modern art critics, overwrought and excessively Byronic. I imagine Miyazaki might also resent a work of that level of manufactured ubiquity, as Miyazaki famously held Disney animated films in contempt (3). Miyazaki’s films are popularly aspirational to young animators and cartoonists, but gestures at imitation typically fall well short, often reducing Miyazaki’s weighty films to kitschy images of saccharine vibes and a lazy indulgence in a sort of empty magical domestic coziness. Being trapped in a realm of rote sentiment by an uncritical, unthoughtful viewership is its own Isle of Death.

(Still from The Boy and the Heron, 2023. Studio Ghibli.)

The Boy and the Heron follows a familiar narrative arc to many of Miyazaki’s other films: a child must journey through a magical and quietly menacing world in order to rescue their loved ones. This arc is an echo of Satsuki’s journey to find Mei in My Neighbor Totoro (1988) and Chihiro’s journey to rescue her parents Spirited Away (2001). To better understand Miyazaki’s fixation with this particular character journey, it can be instructive to watch Lev Atamanov’s 1957 animated film, The Snow Queen (4)(5), a beautifully realized take on Hans Christian Andersen’s 1844 children’s story (6)(7). Mahito’s journey continues in this tradition, as the boy travels into a painted world to rescue his new stepmother from a mysterious tower.

Throughout the film, Miyazaki visually references Isle of the Dead. Transported to a surreal world, Mahito initially awakens on a little green island with a gated mausoleum crowned with cypress trees. He is accosted by hungry pelicans before being rescued by a fisherwoman named Kiriko. After a day of catching and gutting fish, Mahito wakes up under the fisherwoman’s dining table, surrounded by kokeshi—little wooden dolls—in the shapes of the old women who run Mahito’s family’s rural household. Mahito is told they must not be touched, as the kokeshi are wards set up for his protection. There is a popular urban legend associated with the kokeshi wherein they act as stand-ins for victims of infanticide, though there seems to be very little available writing to support this legend. Still, it’s a neat little trick that Miyazaki pulls, placing a stray reference to a local legend of unverifiable provenance that persists in the popular imagination, like the effect of fairy stories passed on through oral retellings, continually remolded each new iteration.

(Still from The Boy and the Heron, 2023. Studio Ghibli.)

Kiriko’s job in this strange landscape is to catch fish to nourish unborn spirits, the adorable floating warawara, before they can attempt to ascend on a journey into the world of the living. Their journey is thwarted by flocks of supernatural pelicans, who swarm the warawara and devour them. This seems to nod to the association of pelicans with death in mythologies around the world, especially in relationship to children (8). Miyazaki’s pelicans contemplate the passing of their generations as each successive generation seems to regress, their capacity to fulfill their roles steadily diminishing.

(Still from The Boy and the Heron, 2023. Studio Ghibli.)

As Mahito’s adventure continues, we find the landscapes changing away from Böcklin’s Isle of the Dead into more familiar Ghibli territories as we start to see spaces inspired by one of Studio Ghibli’s aesthetic mainstays, Naohisa Inoue and his explorations of the fantasy realms of Iblard. He might be most familiar to Ghibli enthusiasts as the background artists for the more fantastical elements of Whisper of the Heart (1995).

(Naohisa Inoue, for Iblard Jikan, 2007. Studio Ghibli.)

By the time we arrive at the climax of The Boy and the Heron, the fantasy island environment starts to resemble English takes on Italian gardens, the likes of which captivated illustrators and commercial artists of the early 20th century such as Maxfield Parrish. This appears to be a return to one of Böcklin’s later paintings, The Island of Life (1888), a somewhat tongue-in-cheek reaction to the overwhelming presence of Isle of the Dead in his life and career. The Island of Life depicts a little spot of land amid an ocean very like the one on which Isle of the Dead’s somber mausoleum is depicted, except this time the figures are lively and engaged with each other, the vegetation lush and colorful, replete with pink flowers and palm fronds.

(Island of Life. Arnold Böcklin. Oil on canvas. 1888. Kunstmuseum. Basel, Switzerland.)

In 2022, Russia’s State Hermitage Museum in Saint Petersburg acquired the sixth and final Isle of the Dead painting. In the last year of his life, Arnold Böcklin would paint this image in collaboration with his son Carlo Böcklin, himself an artist and an architect. Arnold Böcklin spent three years painting the same image three times over at the site of his infant daughter’s grave, trapped on the Isle of the Dead. By the time of his death in 1901 at age 74, Böcklin would be survived by only five of his fourteen children. That the final Isle of the Dead painting would be a collaboration between father and son seemed a little ironic considering Hayao Miyazaki’s reticence in passing on his own legacy. Like the old Master in The Boy and the Heron, Miyazaki finds himself with no true successors.

The Master of the Tower's beautiful islands of painted glass fade into nothing as Mahito, his only worthy descendant, departs to live his own life, fulfilling the thesis of Genzaburo Yoshino’s 1937 book How Do You Live?, published three years after Carlo Böcklin’s death. In evoking Yoshino and Böcklin’s works, Hayao Miyazaki’s The Boy and the Heron suggests that, like his character the Master, Miyazaki himself must make peace with the notion that he has no heirs to his legacy, and that those whom he wished to follow in his footsteps might be best served by finding their own paths.

(Isle of the Dead. Arnold and Carlo Böcklin. Oil on canvas. 1901. The State Hermitage Museum. Saint Petersburg, Russia.)

INFORMAL ENDNOTES

1 - Symbolists are sort of tough to nail down. They were started as a literary movement to 1 distinguish themselves from the Decadents, but their manifesto was so vague that critics and academics fight about it to this day. The long and the short of it is that the Symbolists made generous use of a lot of metaphorical imagery in their work. They borrow a lot of icons from antiquity, echo the moody aesthetics from the Romantics, maintained an emphasis on figurative imagery more so than the Surrealists, and were only slightly more technically married to the trappings of traditionalist academic painters than Modernists and Impressionists. They're extremely vibes-forward.

2 - Okulicz-Kozaryn, Radosław. Predilection of Modernism for Variations. Ciulionis' Serenity among Different Developments of the Theme of Toteninsel. ACTA Academiae Artium Vilnensis 59. 2010. The article is incredibly cranky and very funny to read in parts. Contains a lot of observations I found to be helpful in placing Isle of the Dead within its context.

3 - "From my perspective, even if they are lightweight in nature, the more popular and common films still must be filled with a purity of emotion. There are few barriers to entry into these films-they will invite anyone in but the barriers to exit must be high and purifying. Films must also not be produced out of idle nervousness or boredom, or be used to recognise, emphasise, or amplify vulgarity. And in that context, I must say that I hate Disney's works. The barrier to both the entry and exit of Disney films is too low and too wide. To me, they show nothing but contempt for the audience." from Miyazaki's own writing in his collection of essays, Starting Point, published in 2014 from VIZ Media.

4 - You can watch the movie here in its original Russian with English closed captions here.

5 If you want to learn more about the making of Atamanoy's The Snow Queen, Animation Obsessive wrote a neat little article about it. It's a good overview, though I have to gently disagree with some of its conclusions about the irony of Miyazaki hating Disney and loving Snow Queen, which draws inspiration from Bambi. Feature film animation as we know it hadonly been around a few decades by 1957, and I find it specious, particularly as a comic artistand author, to see someone conflating an entire form with the character of its content, especially in the relative infancy of the form. But that's just one hot take. The rest of the essay is lovely.

6 - Miyazaki loves this movie. He blurbed it in a Japanese re-release of it in 2007.

7 - Julia Alekseyeva interprets Princess Mononoke as an iteration of Atamanov's The Snow Queen, arguing that San, the wolf princess, is Miyazaki's homage to Atamanoy's little robber girl character.

8 - Hart, George. The Routledge Dictionary of Egyptian Gods And Goddesses. Routledge Dictionaries. Abingdon, United Kingdom: Routledge. 2005.

#hayao miyazaki #the boy and the heron #how do you live #arnold böcklin #carlo böcklin #symbolists #symbolism #animation #the snow queen #lev atamanov #naohisa inoue #the endnotes are very very informal aksjlsksakjd #sorry to actual essayists

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changingplumbob · 28 days ago

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Struck By Love - Oct 29th Post 1

Cut for potential spoilers, chronological order reading recommended

When I left the hospital the fight left me. I’d carried myself through that confrontation on shock and adrenaline. Not knowing where else to go I called Johnny, unable to speak through tears. I got back to his house before he did.

Johnny: Layla! What’s going on

Layla: *tearfully* You were right. He did it again. He did it again because I was too stupid to put my foot down and-

I broke in to tears again and Johnny pulled in for a hug, rubbing my back until the tears slowed.

Johnny: Layla this is not your fault

Layla: Yes it is. The warnings were there and I just ignored them. Watcher, my kids are going to hate me. Coraline is going to be so mad and Byron... I’ll die if he shuts me out, I know I will

Johnny: They love you Layla. You were only ever doing what you thought was best for them. They're smart, they'll understand

#StruckByLoveLegacy #sims 4 #the sims #simblr #my sims #ts4 #active simblr #SBL created by fruitysimsy and hellohopesims #SBL01 #SBL01W16

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ghxstlly · 3 months ago

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Do you have a general summary of the vampire AU? Like their dynamics and everything? I feel like I don’t know much about that one compared to the other two

Thank you for your patience!

I hope you can accept my apologies, I've been highly slow with sharing stuff about my vampire AU 😭 But here's some now!

Lord Nikolaevich III — Stolen from his home as a young man and sired by the fearsome, cruel vampire lord Byron Nikolaevich, Friedrich was little more than a lowly thrall for a long time. Weak, timid, he was forced to carry out menial tasks for his vampire lord master and was content to stay on the down-low. However, when a crusade led by the Church of Targoviste stormed Lord Byron's castle, intent to kill him, the vampire lord, determined to preserve the Nikolaevich bloodline, passed all his titles and power to Friedrich... who just so happened to be in the room. When Byron was slain, the castle was destroyed, leaving Friedrich and a handful of thralls loyal to the Nikolaevich bloodline as the only survivors of the attack.

Rising then as the new Lord Nikolaevich, Friedrich had little idea what to do. He wasn't cut out for the cruelty and mercilessness needed for being a vampire lord at all, and opted to hole up in a different castle nearby the small village of Tusavichy, where he tries to pretend he doesn't exist.

Juliane Lecarde — Juliane is a young woman who lives in Tusavichy, a friendly face in a cold mountain village. Though by day she is a simple peasant, a husbandless one at that, by night she is a secret witch, spending her time reading and learning the art of medicine. Though not particularly superstitious or religious, she does harbor a healthy fear of vampires, and finds herself frustrated and mistrustful of the efficacy of Tusavichy's defense against night dwelling creatures.

Sir Idris Trantoul — Idris, the Knight Commander of Tusavichy, is a fiery spirit who harbors a deep-seated hatred for evil. Having been selected as his predecessor’s squire after his fighting spirit was noticed, he rose through the ranks as his victories in battle grew in numbers. Unfortunately, however, he finds himself needing to prove his worth to the people of Tusavichy as a shield against the darkness, for an attack by a werewolf one night left him severely defeated and humiliated. Thus, he has vowed to stop at nothing to kill the elusive Lord Nikolaevich, the one called The Ghost of Tusavichy— the vampire that no one has ever seen— to prove himself a worthy protector and Knight Commander.

Adella Viscardi — Adella is a sireless thrall— a weak vampire with no master. Having witnessed her own brother, Friedrich, be stolen from her family when she was younger, she could not understand why he never came back for her. And when she was stolen away and turned into a vampire herself, she heard that he had become a powerful lord and felt betrayed and hurt, slowly growing a resentment for him which culminated in a plan to usurp his powers and titles.

Elie Lavaude — A mysterious, suspiciously powerful vampire, Elie was discovered by Adella during her efforts to find a way to destroy her brother. Though she was highly intimidated and afraid at first, to her surprise, Elie was willing to hear her out and was rather easily convinced to join her cause. Apparently seeing it as a mutually beneficial arrangement, Elie's intentions are unclear, though she did seem particularly swayed by Adella's promise that she'd never have to hunt for her own food again if they succeed.

#they speak #wesperart #inside out au #vampire au #inside out

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teabunnee · 8 months ago

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Okay so I mayyy have a massive crush on Bryon. And I mayyy have absolutely loved the one u did for him before. Any chance you could make another romantic Bryon one? If not its absolutely fine just know I WILL be re-reading the one u already made 20 times a day lmao

Byron Boyfriend headcannons

Byron, boyfriend, Byfriend? Boyron?

Aw thanks! I’m glad people have been liking the AFK characters!

Byron carries himself with a certain level of grace, befitting for such a windwhisperer.

I think Byron, like most WindWhisperers, had to teach themselves how to regulate all of the information they are able to gather. Blindfolding himself helps sharpen his hearing, but it also reduces sensory issues as well.

Byron carries a lot of Wilder and Dark Forest secrets in himself, it’s part of his job. Some of them you’ll have to accept he’ll keep forever, not for his sake, but for the sake of others. Some of them weigh heavy on him, a child’s lament in Dahnie’s Orphanage, the coughs of a sick old man. The cries of the refugees, and their hatred during the exclusion edict in particular were…tough on him.

Of course, he doesn’t talk about this at all with anyone else. He can seem impassive and cold, and you have to remind him not to keep everything to himself all of the time. So he does tell you, not the details, but how he felt.

Later in the relationship, you’re the only one that can actually take off his blindfold. He’ll do it himself, most times, and it was a shock to you that he did it so casually. You stare at him in wonder, and he smiles at you, genuinely.

he’s hyperaware of your footsteps, your laughter, your voice. He will always turn to you as you approach him.

I think Byron does have a sense of humor, but he disguises it by being cool and collected.

He will do the most romantic things out of nowhere and tilt his head at your flustering with almost mock confusion. Like, he’ll kiss the top of your head then go talk to Elona about some messages he got. He is doing it on purpose, you swear. You touch your head, and feel a flower he’d somehow managed to put on you without you realising.

During his away-from-home missions, you sometimes find Elona coming by, whether it’s her own choice to do so, or Byron’s way of saying he’s thinking of you, it’s a sweet gesture all the same. Remember to give the good bird treats and a scritch-scritch.

Byron knows the most secluded, peaceful places in the dark forest. Waterfalls, ponds, an empty clearing at the top of a hill. He takes you there for outings, and if you happen to fall asleep, he’ll keep watch for you. Pull him down and demand cuddles, and he will oblige.

Byron doesn’t actually tell anyone he’s in a relationship until much later. Lorsan and Lyca are gobsmacked, especially Lorsan. How the hell did he manage to keep THAT from them?!

You swear he was smiling at the chaos unfolding.

#afk journey x reader #byron #byron x reader #afk journey #tearequest

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froody · 2 months ago

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carrying around my Bacchus candelabra like I’m trapped in Villa Diodati with Lord Byron and Percy Shelley

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offender42085 · 2 months ago

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Post 1323

Paul Byron Ferguson, Michigan inmate 784373, born 2002, incarceration intake March 2024 at age 21, scheduled for early release consideration July 2052, scheduled for full release July 2122

Child Abuse

A Michigan man who pleaded guilty in his disabled brother’s starvation death was sentenced in February 2024 to a minimum of 30 years in prison by a judge who said the defendant is “one step away from becoming a psychopath.”

Timothy Ferguson, who had autism and was speech- and motor-impaired, weighed only 69 pounds when he died in July 2022 at the family’s western Michigan home in Norton Shores, authorities said.

The brothers’ mother, Shanda Vander Ark (Michigan inmate 783668) of Norton Shores, was sentenced in January 2024 to life in prison without a chance of parole after a jury convicted her of murder and child abuse in the teen’s death.

Muskegon County Circuit Judge Matthew Kacel said he didn’t believe Paul Ferguson was sorry for the abusive punishments, including ice baths, he and his mother carried out that led to Timothy Ferguson’s death.

“The court believes Mr. Ferguson is one step away from becoming a psychopath like his mother,” Kacel said during the hearing.

Paul Ferguson and Vander Ark punished Timothy Ferguson by feeding him hot sauce, subjecting him to ice baths, depriving him of sleep and locking the refrigerator and food cabinets, prosecutors said. He died from malnourishment and hypothermia.

Muskegon County Chief Trial Prosecutor Matt Roberts said Paul Ferguson represents a threat to the public if he doesn’t get mental health treatment while incarcerated.

#inmate

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cosmic-metanoia · 11 months ago

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Masculinity Concepts in FFXVI

***Spoilers for Final Fantasy 16***

I wanted to focus on the concept of masculinity in Final Fantasy XVI.

I really love how we see different aspects of masculinity portrayed in the characters. I won't go over every male character in the game but I'll mostly focus on the Dominants along with some side characters.

*Clive - I have a whole character analysis post dedicated to him but to highlight a couple points - he has many wonderful qualities that make him very admirable not just as a man but as a person. Despite his handsome looks that we all know and love, he has a surprising softness inside him and wears his emotions on his sleeve at times especially when it comes to Jill. We see moments when he bares his soul and weeps out of sorrow or joy which makes him more masculine, in my opinion, not less.

*Joshua - His masculinity is incredibly refreshing as it is the complete opposite of toxic masculinity. His face has soft and almost feminine-like features. He may have spent his young life being physically frail but he demonstrates a fiery strong spirit. He has this honest chivalry to him yet views everyone as equals and has a gift for poetic words as a result his study of books. He is merciful and incredibly kind but is unafraid to demonstrate his prowess on the battlefield like his older brother.

*Cid - Now this guy is your classic smokin' cowboy archetype but with MUCH better attitude. He oozes masculine charm, wit, and charisma but he uses it for the betterment of society and to persuade others to join his revolutionary cause. But his motives are candid and straightforward. I love how he didn't exist just to flirt, be eye candy, or simply be the comic relief. He becomes the mentor whose legacy lives on through Clive and bonds the hideaway folks into a real family.

*Dion - He IS the reason why Sanbreque was able to tip the scales to its favor - because he is the powerful Dominant of Bahamut. He is the prince but he climbed the ranks and earned the respect of his elite dragoons. He exudes military spirit and possesses a flair for political language as a future leader yet has a sense of honor and duty to his people. And along with that I can bring up Terence who is also a military man and climbed the ranks to be by Dion's side. Their love for each other is tender and beautiful and perceived as just another aspect of themselves.

*Kupka - Now this guy is your typical gym bro and is quite the buffoon (I cracked up when Sleipnir says something like "seems Hugo's head was filled with rocks afterall.) He gives the strong impression that he does not respect women (ahem, that servant he kicked) with the exception of Benedikta who could care less about him. Kupka is your stereotypical toxic masculine type.

*Barnabas - Another villain who uses his masculine aura to dominate and overpower. Even when it came to the intimate scene with Benedikta, he certainly gives the impression that carnal pleasure is just a means to an end. Benedikta knew immediately that he'd throw her away as soon as she lost her use to him. Also... I mean...the dude carries a huge sword like he's trying to make a statement LOL!

In terms of side characters, we see that even the hardened Blackthorne is encouraged to open up his feelings which (through many side quests) he is eventfully able to do and make peace with his past. We see the rugged Otto and his eyes brimming with tears when speaking about the late Cid or about the Bearer son he lost. We see Goetz as the gentle giant who is working on his own self-confidence. We also see Gav who gets emotional after a few kegs of ale and cares deeply about Edda and her baby. And even Uncle Byron who shows his sense of power through his financial generosity but loves to put on a good show (he would be quite the actor in Shakespeare theater!)

There are many male characters that I missed but I wanted to focus on a handful of characters. We're so used to seeing the typical battle-hardened and gruff heroes that eventually claim victory over their enemies and get the girl. It's nice to have a story where you have men with different pasts and drives that pull them forward to their futures.

I will also (hopefully soon) write about the female characters as well! :)

#ff16 #ffxvi #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi #joshua rosfield #clive rosfield #ffxvi spoilers #ff16 spoilers #dion lesage #sir terence #hugo kupka #barnabas tharmr #cid telamon #gav ffxvi #cidolfus telamon

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bigmpregnm · 3 months ago

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Becoming a Broodfather - Part 3

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“Something smells delicious, and someone looks delicious,” Ashton said when he entered the kitchen and found Dalton, another of Tim’s husbands, cooking while only wearing an apron.

“Oh, thanks for both compliments, big daddy,” Dalton responded, calling Ashton by a playful and friendly name he had for him, referring to his future as a broodfather.

Dalton moved away from the stove, and Ashton had the chance to inspect his body in detail. Dalton was almost as tall as Ashton but much thinner; most people described him as a twink. Dalton’s arms weren’t muscular, and even though he had been pregnant several times, his legs hadn’t gotten much thicker. However, Dalton had a delicious-looking bubble butt, which he loved to show off by not wearing anything but the apron when he was in the father’s wing.

Since Dalton was a twink, his big belly and big pecs looked outstandingly large on his frame, even though they were small compared to other men in the house. Dalton carried triplets in his belly and one additional baby in each of his pecs, totaling five big babies that never stopped moving and kicking. He spent most of his time in the kitchen cooking, so he fed his babies constantly, making them grow huge.

“Well, your food is always great, and... you know, I like that cute ass of yours a lot,” Ashton said, approaching and winking at Dalton. Ashton was more forward than usual, but it wasn’t only because of his new thoughts but also due to the several times they had sex in that kitchen over the last five months.

“Someone is in a good mood today? Any special reason for it?” Dalton picked up two plates and served large portions of scrambled eggs with bacon for the two of them. “I know you like your protein, so here it is. A big meal for a big, sweet guy.” Dalton smiled and removed his apron, revealing his massive, half-hard dick.

“I’d add a sausage, but I don’t think it’ll fit on these plates,” Ashton responded, looking down at Dalton’s massive dick, which rose to full mast in an instant, smacking against his triplet-filled belly.

Dalton laughed and reached down to rub and stroke his almost 2-foot-long dick. “You’re definitely in a mood. What’s the occasion?” Dalton asked while both devoured their breakfast like vacuums in a few seconds.

“The occasion? I just realized I can have lots of fun with you, Aaron, Byron, and Carson.” Ashton waddled to stand behind Dalton, pushing his belly against the twink’s back and making the gasp.

“Wha-what do you mean?” Dalton asked with a grin while Ashton wrapped his powerful arms around the twink’s torso to hug him tight and push his bulge against the bubble butt. Ashton caressed the sides of Dalton’s belly and his pecs while the babies kicked up a storm. Dalton heavily panted as he tilted his head back to enjoy Ashton’s touch.

“I know you enjoy it when I touch you like this. I know you love when I whisper in your ear to tell you what I’m going to do with you,” Ashton said, reaching around Dalton’s body to grip his massive dick to firmly stoke it.

Ashton started passionately rubbing and stroking Dalton’s dick while also shoving his bulge between Dalton’s asscheeks. “You understand that I could take you right here if I wanted? And that you wouldn’t be able to do anything against it? You’d be begging me for more instead,” Ashton whispered in Dalton’s ears as he leaned forward.

“Yes, big daddy. You can do whatever you want,” Dalton responded, fully surrendering to Ashton’s demands. “I’m not going to stop you. I’m here for you.”

“That’s it. That’s all I needed to know, but not yet. You’ll have to wait like the others,” Ashton said, stroking Dalton’s massive dick some more and causing a river of pre to leak out of his slit.

Ashton kissed Dalton’s cheeks and moved away from the twink, leaving him breathless and hot. Dalton looked at Ashton with evident desperation, but Ashton only smiled and slapped Dalton’s bubble very hard.

“You can’t be serious,” Dalton said, chuckling as he tried to stop the leaking on his dick.

“I am. Keep your dick hard for me until I come back to you later,” Ashton commanded, making Dalton caress his dick as the leaking continued.

“Yes, big daddy. I’ll wait for you.” Dalton smiled and put on his apron again to start cooking some more.

Ashton grinned and caressed his own dick, which was oozing some pre, causing a large wet spot on his jockstrap’s pouch. After slapping Dalton’s ass again, he adjusted his jockstrap and headed for the family wing. Messing up with the husbands was fun, but Ashton’s love for his coming babies made him enjoy the time he could spend with all the children Tim had had with his husbands.

The father’s wing and the family wing were connected by a long hall. I was adorned with photos of Tim and his husbands through their pregnancies. Ashton stopped for a few seconds to check on them again, smiling at the magnificent sight of all those men during so many pregnancies. Ashton couldn’t help but sigh when he realized they all looked happy. He hadn’t felt alright about Tim’s ways when he first moved to the house, but he came to understand that it made them all happy.

“Ready to add many photos to our gallery?” Eaton, another of Tim’s husbands, asked as he approached Ashton on his way to the family wing.

“Oh, yeah, you know... I’m having 24 kids, so that’s a great addition to the brood,” Ashton responded, patting his belly and turning to face Eaton.

“You know that’s not what I mean. We all know you’re going to be an amazing broodfather.” Eaton winked at Ashton as he passed by, making him smile.

Eaton was even more muscular than Ashton. His muscles bulged in all directions, dwarfing Ashton’s imposing figure. Eaton’s torso was exposed because his huge pecs and belly made it hard for him to find comfortable clothes. His belly was pretty big, with large octuplets moving and kicking nonstop. Also, even among his muscular upper body, his pecs were enormous, not because he carried babies in them but due to his outstanding milk production, which worked great with Eaton’s love for kids. He was responsible for most of the feeding because nobody else produced as much milk in the house.

He wore baggy sweatpants to cover his lower half, but they left nothing to the imagination. The sweatpants couldn’t hide his thick, muscular thighs and massive butt; they accentuated them instead. Also, Eaton carried one baby in each of his balls, giving him a large bulge that strained the sweatpants’ fabric. Ashton had admired Eaton’s physique since the moment they met, but now he looked at the muscular man with different eyes.

As Eaton sat on a sofa to take a break before entering the family wing, Ashton approached with a mischievous grin. Ashton marveled at Eaton’s bulging body. Every inch of the big man’s body looked so full and strong that even muscular Ashton couldn’t help but be impressed.

“My pecs are so full. I hope these babies will help me with the pressure,” Eaton said, massaging his pecs as Ashton stood before him.

“I’m sure they’ll help, but I don’t think your pecs will change that much,” Ashton said as he pushed his hips forward to push his cum-stained jockstrap against the front of Eaton’s belly.

“What are you doing?” Eaton said, but Ashton swayed his hips, rhythmically rubbing his bulge against Eaton’s belly.

Ashton leaned forward and started rubbing Eaton’s belly in big circles, making the muscular man moan. “Your belly is so big, and look at those enormous pecs. Those babies can barely swallow fast enough. I could get you even bigger and fuller with babies, and your pecs will blow up to feed all those kids.” Ashton pushed his bulge harder against Eaton’s belly.

“Oh, it would be so nice,” Eaton said between moans as Ashton reached lower to also tease his bulge. “So many babies… so big.” Eaton closed his eyes as Ashton’s ministrations continued, making Eaton pant heavily.

“Yeah. I know you love kids, and I’m sure you’d carry so many of my kids so nicely in this muscular body.” Ashton moved his hands to Eaton’s pecs and started massaging his massive pecs, squeezing and kneading them. “My hands would be all over you, all the time.”

“Oh, yes, please.” Eaton moaned louder as Ashton teased his nipples. “I want it. I need it!”

“You’ll have it, but not now.” Ashton smiled and stepped backward.

Eaton was lost in pleasure already, but as Ashton moved away, he came out of his trance. “You are meant for this. Fuck! You’re meant to be a broodfather! Fuck, I want your kids! So badly,” Eaton said, his hard dick stretching his sweatpants to the limit.

Ashton winked at Eaton and helped him stand up to continue their walk to the family wing. As they walked, Eaton thought about random stuff to make his dick go soft to avoid being around the kids with a hard-on. Ashton picked up a massive robe from a closet near the family wing, available for the fathers to wear to interact with the kids without scaring them with their nakedness or skimpy outfits. The robes were massive, so Ashton had no problem covering his almost naked body entirely.

Once both were good to enter the family wing, they walked in, and a crowd of teens, kids, toddlers, and babies ran or crawled toward them. Both muscular men smiled and opened their arms to hug them, but Ashton couldn’t stop smiling when he saw Eaton with the kids. The big man was great with them, and the first thing he did in the mornings was sit on a rocking chair to breastfeed all the hungry babies. Since there were a lot of babies, the line was long, so he spent the entire morning feeding the babies.

Eaton picked up two of the youngest babies and sat on the rocking chair to feed them. Suddenly, the main door of the family wing burst open, and Fallon, Tim’s sixth husband, walked in with some papers in hand. Fallon could be described as a bear due to his burly build and hairy torso. He was thick all over, making him look huggable, but his anxious manners didn’t match with his huggable appearance. He was full of kids—two in each pec, six in his belly, and one in his left ball. His right ball had grown to match his pregnant one, but the sensation was very different, which had always caught Ashton’s attention.

Fallon waddled hypnotically, only wearing sweatpants just like Eaton, but they looked very different on Fallon’s fat thighs and ass. While Eaton was muscular, Fallon’s body was soft, but both loved the same thing about their family: spending time with the kids. While Eaton looked after the babies and toddlers, Fallon loved interacting with the older kids, often teaching them the basics of finances, which was his specialty.

Fallon waved his hand at Ashton and Eaton, briefly smiling at them as he talked to some older kids. Ashton marveled at the bear’s body and couldn’t help but notice that, even though Fallon was evidently anxious most of the time, he loved being pregnant and having kids. Fallon had a great relationship with all the kids in the house, which made Ashton think about getting Fallon even more pregnant, similar to what he told Eaton a few minutes ago.

Ashton sat on a nearby couch, rubbing his belly and enjoying the happiness of the kids surrounding them, while he observed Fallon interacting with the older children. Having Eaton and Fallon before him made Ashton think about the actual extent of becoming a broodfather; it wasn’t only about having all those men available for a fuck or having them serve him. He thought about his interactions with the other men in the house and realized he was only lustful about them initially, but came to understand that there was something else, something important.

Eaton continued breastfeeding the babies as Fallon allowed some teens to rub his belly. Something changed in Ashton’s mind as he watched the scene. He thought about fucking both men, but a deeper desire rose inside him—a desire to get them heavily knocked up with his many babies—even bigger and fuller than they were with Tim’s kids. It wasn’t only about lust anymore, but a desire to create a massive brood with all those men in the house.

Ashton thought about what Tim had been teaching him over the last five months, and he understood that even though he didn’t agree with some of his ways when it came to sex with his husbands, having many kids was a very important part of the role of a broodfather, and that required a lot of sex. Surrounded by kids and watching the two big men handle those kids, Ashton finally embraced his fate: He wanted to be the broodfather of the largest brood that had ever existed.

While Ashton observed, Fallon walked out of the family living room. Fallon went to a room between the two wings, which served as an office for Fallon’s financial responsibilities. Ashton slowly rose from his seat and smiled at Eaton, who only winked at him. Ashton rubbed his belly and waddled out of the family wing, following Fallon to his office. Ashton took his robe off since he wasn’t around the kids anymore, showcasing his strained and stained jockstrap that could barely handle his hard-on.

“Knock, knock,” Ashton said as he walked into Fallon’s office, finding him sitting behind a desk. “Good morning, big man.”

“Hello, come in,” Fallon said, briefly looking up at Ashton but going back to read the document he had in hand. “You seem to be more comfortable without the robe... I prefer it this way,” Fallon added, smiling at Ashton.

Ashton grinned as he approached, rubbing his belly and making his bulge bounce from one side to the other on purpose. Even though Fallon tried to focus on the charts he was reading, he couldn’t avoid looking up at Ashton, who rested his big bulge on the edge of the desk. Fallon blinked repeatedly, marveling at Ashton’s bulge and gasping as he saw the dick throbbing in the jockstrap’s pouch.

“How are you?” Ashton asked, mischievously grinning because he knew Fallon couldn’t concentrate anymore.

“I-I’m great. I’m reviewing some payments we’ve made in the last few weeks. You know I like keeping this under control,” Fallon said, but he couldn’t concentrate on the sheets with Ashton’s imposing presence there.

“I know, and you do an amazing job,” Ashton said as he walked around the desk to get right beside Fallon. “I think you deserve a reward for your good job with the house’s finances,” Ashton added, moving some documents aside and sitting on the edge of the desk.

“Oh, thanks. I’m glad you think I do a good job, but you know I need to...” Fallon started talking, trying to focus on the sheets again but unable to break his gaze from Ashton’s muscular body.

“Hey, easy up. Relax. You deserve time to relax,” Ashton said, leaning forward to caress Fallon’s pecs. He knew the big bear would be different than the other men in the house because he was constantly anxious, but as Ashton continued caressing his pecs, Fallon couldn’t help but gasp in surprise and delight. “See, you really need to take a break.” Ashton pulled Fallon closer and kissed his lips very passionately.

Fallon was surprised by Ashton’s sudden kiss, but he couldn’t fight it because it felt too good. As they started making out, Ashton pulled Fallon’s hand to his bulge, making the bear feel the big, throbbing dick. Even though Ashton guided Fallon’s hand, Fallon couldn’t resist the urge to stroke Ashton’s dick.

Ashton smiled and reached below to take his dick out of the pouch for Fallon to have full access to it. The foot-long fuck tool shined brightly under the light, making the big head look deliciously inviting. Fallon broke the kiss and looked down at Ashton’s hard dick. Fallon was so entranced already that he couldn’t think of anything but Ashton’s dick. He didn’t need orders; he didn’t need Ashton to say anything; Fallon knew what he had to do.

Fallon leaned forward to fit the big head of Ashton’s dick into his mouth, making the big guy moan in pleasure. Fallon was an expert at giving head, so less than a minute later, Ashton was panting heavily as his dick leaked precum like an open faucet. Even though they had been together a few times before, Ashton was surprised by Fallon’s skilled mouth.

“You’re full of surprises and...” Ashton started saying as he pulled Fallon from his dick to kiss his lips again. “I want to fill you up with kids; I want to hear you begging to carry so many of my babies,” Ashton added as he kissed Fallon’s lips some more before moving away from him and from the desk, leaving Fallon panting and longing for more.

“Whatever you want to do! Please, fill me up,” Fallon said, sounding desperate and willing to carry Ashton’s dick. “I want to give you a large brood.” Fallon panted as Ashton waddled toward the door.

“We can have lots of fun, but not yet. Finish your work, and I’ll be waiting for you,” Ashton commanded as he left the room, leaving Fallon unable to think of anything else but Ashton’s body.

As Ashton walked down the hall and into the father’s wing, he found a naked Dalton waiting for him with his huge dick still fully hard. “I’m ready, big daddy. I waited for you,” Dalton said, sounding desperate.

“And I’m ready,” Ashton responded, firmly gripping Dalton’s hard dick to pull him to the living room. “Are you ready? I know we’ve done this before, but this time, I have a bigger goal.”

“What is it, big daddy?” Dalton said as he leaned forward against the couch to present his ass to horny Ashton.

Ashton leaned against Dalton’s back to whisper in his ear. “I’m gonna knock you up. I’ll pump you full with my kids. You’re going to carry my brood.” Ashton whispered as he rubbed his dick against Dalton’s hole, who responded with a moan of agreement, ready to be filled with Ashton’s seed.

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