#cw implied trans pregnancy

[callmedylan]

I got bored and made a future Moomin valley AU and gave them all little happy families

So my Moomin valley fixation came back after like 5 whole years, and originally these were just meant to be one off little ship kid concepts but I grew attached to them and the idea of it and eventually it kinda evolved into a next generation AU in the span of like 3 days… Hope I’m not too late to the party chat…

I’ve been thinking up a LOT about this AU, but I’ll just give a basic run down rlly fast:

Lumi and Linna are best friends and basically take over the roles of snufkin and moomin, who are now lumis parents, the AU is very slice of life and follows a lot of the main lessons from the original moomin shows (Especially a veeeerrryyy familiar dilemma about a friend feeling sad over one choosing to leave for the winter)

Lumi is similar to Snufkin where she has a big urge to get away from social situations and be on her own, and can really only spend prolonged amount of time with her parents (or Linna in certain situations). Despite looking almost exactly like snufkin, she acts a lot like Joxter and it’s no suprise the two are actually very close especially considering their equal love for sleeping and hating authority. Despite her love for sleeping and her indifference to the idea of hibernation, ever since Lumi was able to choose she’s always chose to go south with Snufkin. Even if this makes Linna sad.

Linna is much more social than Lumi, and doesn’t mind speaking her mind and having fun with others. She takes after Snorkmaiden with her love for Romance, and often fantasizes about her “Prince Charming.” Linna, unlike Lumi, has hibernated for all her life, even after she was given the option to hibernate or not, she often wishes that Lumi would stay for the winter, but Lumi is insistent on traveling, but the two are always happy to meet again during the spring and go on their normal adventures. She usually acts as the “pact leader” and is often the one leading the games and day plans, but Lumi helps take charge when they are going on adventures as she is best at it.

There’s a couple side characters that are turned into more important roles, like for example in this AU the joxter is actually a reoccurring character !! (Let’s just pretend that Joxter and Snufkin met & rekindle their relationship and so now Joxter gets to be a silly grandfather!!)

That’s pretty much the basic rundown, and yes I did choose to ship snorkmaiden and Ninny, it was last minute but I thought it’d be actually rlly cute unironically.

Anyways Here’s some extra doodles I made cause I wanted to attempt to replicate Tove’s doodling style to finish off this post, so enjoy these!! And thank you for reading!!

[lesbianodysseus]

Chuuya in his mom era

I wanted to draw teen mom chuuya holding a baby, sue me (also Adam and Shirase cameo but in spirit, love this trio so much)

She is very eepy

[galactic-rhea]

The Midi-chlorian essay only a few asked

(or, How Is Anakin Skywalker a walking biological horror)

So I made this post and a few were actually interested, also i needed to write down all of this or I wouldn't be able to sleep.

The way I went just from "hahaha they're just mitochondria before becoming forced symbionts and losing all autonomy" to the Medical Horror that would be Anakin Skywalker .

Let me explain, going from this theory, let me tell you that the average mammal cell can have between 800 to 2000 mitochondria. In Star Wars we're told that the average living being, has 2500 midi-chlorians per cell. The difference isn't that big, so we can assume that mid-chlorians are smaller than our real-life mitochondria, and it would make sense since the mitochondria have the best possible living conditions, whereas midi-chlorians, if they're free-life bacteria (as in, they aren't forced to live in the cells of another being) it would make sense if they're just smaller, let's say, sneaky, to increment their chances at living.

So Midi-chlroains don't just produce ATP, Force sensitives have a minimum of 4000-5000 midi-chlorians per cell. That's...a big number, but not very horrific. See, the amount of mitochondria is related to how much energy the organic tissue requires. The cells of muscular tissue and neurons are the ones with the highest mitochondria count. Also the mitochondria in the neurons are mobile and flexible, because just thinking burns ATP.

We can assume that using The Force burns insane amounts of ATP, so I assume it makes sense for Force Sensitives to have big amounts of Midi-chlorians. But! The problem with this is that we're told that the Midi-chlorians are attracted to the force, not born within it. But any multicelullar organism (with a few exceptions) need the mitochondria. Mitochondria have their own ADN, and they're always inherited from the mother, so we can assume that there's two different types of midi-chlorians: The ones any normal being borns with, and the ones that get attracted because of the baby's force potential. Either that, or both the mithocondria and the midi-chlorians exist simultaneously.

Which means that Jedi (or anyone who wants to know, really) would need to take several blood tests for midi-chlorians count. Because a newborns midi-chlorian count wouldn't be the same through a babie's infancy. UNLESS...The midi-chlorian infection (yes, i'm calling it that) ocurrs already since the pregnancy, if the force is strong enough for a fetus to be a possible force sensitive in the future, then I guess the midi-chlorians would get attracted to the parent during the pregnancy as well.

WHICH BTW, IT FITS WITH PADMÉ BECOMING FORCE SENSITIVE, at least for a while, like the discarded ROTS concepts. But also, would mean, that poor Shmi became a hella strong force-sensitive person as well, at least for a while.

And it would be a biological advantage if we take this route, because it would possibly make the pregnant being stronger and with a higher supply of energy.

It also explains why the jedi would only take a single blood test when the force sensitive is just a baby, because the infection is already settled. It can also be argued, that any baby born with a fairly high amount of midi-chlorians (like the 4000 per cell count minimum) would only increase, if only slightly, as the force sensitive grows because the midi-chlorians will get attracted regardless.

There must be a limit, or more like, a balance, that the midi-chlorian and the force potential of the individual met. As in, there's just enough force within the individual for a certain number of midi-chlorian, and all of this is probably decided already during the fetus formation or very early on the baby's life.

Now, Anakin...would be an abomination. Because his cells are so full of midi-chlorians, that it's scary to think how the cells aren't exploding or downright giving malfunctions to the rest of the cellular organelles.

If we go by the route of "midi-chlorians start infecting the force sensitive host mother during pregnancy" it means there were high chances of a misscarriage or an incompatibility between Shmi and Anakin, because holy cow, Anakin is just too much.

But you know what also, it could potentially mean? That Padmé's pregnancy was a risky one, fron the start -slowly nods-. Luke and Leia's force potential was lower than Anakin's, but there's still a lot to unpack there in terms of compatibility. We are never given the exact count of midichlorian count for the twins, but let's pretend it was low enough for Padmé to not inmediatly have a miscarriage. That, and also, maybe, Padmé isn't strong in the force to manipulate it, but maybe just close enough for the pregnancy to be carried to term, let's say, her midi-chlorian count is 3900, close enough.

Something similar with Shmi, I'm taking for granted that she also had a difficult and risky pregnancy (on top of it being a pregnancy she had no agency). It becomes worse because, unlike the twins, Anakin is just...50% human. The only possible genes Anakin has are from Shmi. So he's probably...genetically, almost a clone of Shmi but with a massive infection of Midi-chlorians (yes, this implies that Anakin has homogametic sex chromosomes, aka XX, there's no other possible explanation because he literally only has Shmi's genes to work with!).

But he's Space Jesus, though,so let's pretend that the "no father genes" helped with this and allowed Anakin to grow into a...normal-ish baby despite it all.

Midi-chlorians must be extremelly small, closer to the size of a virus in this case, viruses vary on size and the way they infect the cells is by hijacking the nucleus, which then can produce more viruses instead of its own proteins. This can vary anywhere between a production of 50.000 to 100.000 viruses produced by infected cells.

Which, btw, still fits somewhat with the mitochondria theory, because mitochondrias are believed to have been from a genus of bacteria called Rickettsia, which used to be believed to be the in-between of Viruses and Bacteria due their small size and extreme endosymbiotism.

Still, we aren't even told how many midi-chlorians Anakin had, just that it was over 20.000 and thus the chart couldn't even register it. Even if we're just counting 21.000 midi-chlorians per cell, that's...a lot. Even if the relationship is symbiotic and positive in nature, that's excessive, an infected cell will usually die faster. So Anakin's cellular death must be on record time.

The life span of a cell varies highly depending of the type of cells, white cells can live about 2 days, others about 5, and then there's others that live about 6 years in average.

Forget all of that, Anakin's cells die anywhere between a few hours and a week. Which also means a super fast regeneration and healing (Hey! that tracks, that's how he didn't die even though he should have, on several ocassions).

But that's not the only problem here, the production of energy is strong with this one, too strong. Again this should make the cells burst due too much ATP because of an increase on osmotic pressure. Anakin is producing so much damn ATP (which we can assume it becomes glycogen stored in muscles and fat tissue) his need to be active and just doing something skyrockets, he might as well be the equivalent of being high on meth since birth.

The accelerated cellular formation and death, gives me the horrific idea that Anakin was probably one of these babies that are born premature, but also that he probably was bron with, idk, teeth and already lots of hair. Maybe that's also why he got so tall of all sudden, lots of cellular grow, huh.

Anakin seems to age normally by what are we given by canon. So despite it all, his life-span or aging doesn't seem to be compromised, this is probably because of how strong he is with the Force. In the sense that...he needs the midi-chlorians to handle this much power, but he also needs the force to handle with that many midi-chlorians, otherwise he would have been already born dead.

See, ageing has a lot to do with stem cells. Anakin's stem cells need to be highly prolific and potent to keep cellular division happening at such a high rate, we can infer that any force sensitive has potent stem cells, so the force must inherently affect stem cells. So Anakin's stem cells must be monstruosities in efficiency. If Anakin donated stem cells to someone else, that person would either have a strong inhumne reaction against them or they would get some of the worst cancer ever seen. Again I'm no expert, but the fact Anakin doesn't develop cancer at all as soon as he was born is already impressive. The rate in which Anakin's cells die must be ridiculous, even has a baby, he must have required tons of energy and endure lots of stress which...tracks. The fact he gets electroshocked, burned, gravely wounded or whatever every week or so, must help him to no develop some cancer, which is a bit funny.

But it would also mean he can go long periods of time without eating or resting like...a normal human. Not saying that he doesn't need it, though, but his neural activity and use of the force must be high at all times to burn out that much energy. Theoretically, the production of glycose and glycogen helps him through long periods without sleep or food so he doesn't get long-term damage, or at the very least the ability to keep going, like I said, maybe is like being on drugs all the time; there's still the need to sleep and eat, but he can push his body to keep surviving beyond what's considered normal without having long-term damage. (Don't get happy, this isn't taking into account all of the stuff that happens to him, lol)

The balance between burning too much energy and not burning enough must be insane as well. As Vader, a lot of this probably watered down because all of his energy must be saved for...you know, surviving all the torture. But as a young teen/man amist war? Oh boy.

I'm not an expert, but I'm theorizing that putting Anakin in an induced sleeep must be...fricking hard. Painkillers that work on him? fricking hard. Anesthesia? Probably the same used for big animals, he must be insane and awful for a doctor to work with! Just imagine it, he probably gets injured in such a way that would have anyone else fall unconscious, but Anakin remains awake and with tremendous amounts of adrenaline triggered by a stress response sustented by the extreme amounts of energy that the midichlorians produce.

When it happens in the central nervious system, excess of ATP can produce neuronal dysfunction. In fact, many degenerative mental illnesses have a lot to do with a malfunction of the mitochondrias. There's a corelation also with neurodivergency sometimes, like autism or ADHD. I will leave it there.

And with all of this...I also conclude that Anakin, on general basis, doesn't like sugary things and doesn't even rationalize why, but is because he has already enough glycose. Having something sugary probably gives him a headache.

God what has Star Wars done to me.

[the-s1lly-corner]

I think we all knew this day would come

Brahms mpreg

Pregnant!Brahms x Reader

The can of worms was opened with the wigglestein pregnancy hcs theres no turning back now

I need to rewatch the boy

Notes: Brahms implied to be trans (also based), Reader is GN

CWs: Pregnancy

Oh hohoho buddy you thought he was clingy before? Get ready for it to be taken to the next level, because hes not going to let you leave his sight- he even leaves the walls to make sure of that

His parents likely didnt teach him about sexual education and that stuff- he MIGHT of seen it mentioned in books because I have a bunch that old ass mansion has a library in there somewhere

Of course even before you were expecting you fill him in on it as well as a quick lesson on reproduction- so he at least knows what hes doing as well as what hes getting himself into and risking... can see this as a general hc honestly

Very nasty moods as things progress, refuses to leave the bed at some point and insists you care for him

I said he was clingy but hes also dying for affection and attention, so you better be doting on him the entire time as well as while hes recovering afterwards

You have to ban him from crawling around in the walls at some point because theres just.. too much risk there not to mention the dust and the possibility of him falling ect ect ect

If he wasnt so keen on sticking around you he would have pouted about the wall thing

[k4vehrtz2]

➷...MALE READER INSERTS

GAMES

GENSHIN IMPACT

RESIDENT EVIL

↳ housewarming — top/dom leon s. kennedy

cw: leon has a sex dungeon in his basement and is slightly mean, friends to lovers trope, masturbation, handjobs, oral (reader giving and receiving), chest referred to as tits, nipple play, petnames (sweetheart, angel), praise, cum swallowing, overstimulation, bondage / light bdsm, creampie, slight dumification.

SERIES

CRIMINAL MINDS

ANIMES

ATTACK ON TITAN

JUJUTSU KAISEN

↳ fuck the landlord — top/dom toji fushiguro

cw: pwp, protected & unprotected sex, feminization, breeding kink, discussions of pregnancy, anal, minor degradation, creampie, cockwarming, implied dom/sub dynamic

↳ you're a crisis of my faith — top/dom toji fushiguro

cw: porn with some plot, sacrilege, a copious amount of religious themes, priest! reader, virgin reader ergo loss of virginity, allusion to homophobia / internalised homophobia, unprotected sex, blowjob (r receiving), deepthroating, fingering, riding, creampie, toji lowkey has a corruption kink, use of the nickname 'angel', toji refers to the reader as father once but that is entirely in a religious sense

↳ yours, mines, ours — top/dom nanami kento

cw: mentions of blood due to a minor injury, soft -> mean -> soft dom! nanamin, cucking ergo exhibition bc kuna def wants to fuck you, possessive! nanami, crybaby! vessel! reader, use and variations of the word slut, established dom/sub dynamic, hole inspection, light masochism, dacryphilia, shower sex, minor daddy / sir k., implied age gap n zero prep

MY HERO ACADEMIA

↳ starboy — top/dom shōta aizawa

cw: vaginal descriptions, use of the word cunt, mentions of testosterone, exhibition, age gap (though not specified, both are adults), coach/athlete trope(?), oral (reader receiving), squirting, being caught masturbating, biting, at some point it is implied that shō may have a negative reaction to the reader being trans but he does not.

[melancholicheart]

All This Time- Chapter 8

cw: implied/referenced transphobia, trans male pregnancy (past, mentioned), angst, miscommunication, fluff and happy ending

Simon hears Johnny loud and clear. Nods his head a little and sits back into the couch. He tries to speak, no words coming from his mouth, and he eventually commits himself to silence.

He agrees with Johnny. He doesn’t want to die in the field, lose his life on foreign ground, potentially not even get a slither of his body back to even bury, and he can’t imagine Elizabeth having to cope with that. He doesn’t want her to end up as fucked up as he was.

Before he can comprehend even making a full sentence, his phone vibrates on the chair beside him and Price’s name lights up the screen.

“We can carry on talking later,” Johnny assures, “I know you’re going to want time, Si. Take Price’s call.”

Simon nods and grabs his phone, placing it to his ear and managing a small ‘yeah’ as he answers the call.

“I have answers.” Is all Simon gets. No hello, no ‘how are you?’, just work. “Gaz and I are going to come over, we need to talk in person. I take it you’re with John and the kid?”

Simon mumbles another ‘yes’ before Price can be heard by both men in the living room, “Wheels up in 30. Be with you in about an hour, two tops. Be good to see Soap again, more excited about meetin’ the little ‘un though.”

“She’s great, Price.” Simon mutters and Johnny watches him from the side, a small smile creeping onto his face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Elizabeth peaking around the corner and she jumps back when Johnny spots her. He smiles at her and beckons her over, the little girl racing to Johnny and jumping onto him as she dives for the couch. He catches her under her arms and swings her up onto his lap. Simon places his phone down and sighs. He turns and sees Elizabeth sat on Johnny, playing with his hair and squeezing his face and smiles.

“Price and Gaz know something.” He informs, “They’re on their way over, wanna talk in person. I bet you’ve missed them, Gaz especially I presume. He’s missed you, I can guarantee that.”

Johnny nods and smiles, cuddling Elizabeth close and nuzzling her chin with his nose, making her squeal with laughter as he tickles her, “Papa stop!”

“Never,” Johnny growls, tickling her more and she shrieks out again, “I’m never letting you go!”

“Daddy, help!” She wails and Simon chuckles, snatching his daughter from Johnny and holding her away from him.

“He’s so cruel to you isn’t he darling?” Simon muses, holding Elizabeth like a baby and kissing her forehead lightly, “Such a meanie.”

“A big meanie.” Elizabeth agrees as Johnny pouts.

“Hey!”

For the umpteenth time in Johnny’s life, time seems to both halt and fly by. Before he knows it, there’s a knock at the door and Johnny’s breath stills completely. Five years. Five fucking years since he’s even spoken to his best friend and former Captain, never mind seen them. His stomach sinks as Simon clambers to his feet and answers the door.

Johnny grabs a tight hold of Elizabeth and stands, slowly making his way to the door too where he sees Price and Gaz. Price is carrying a folder, tucked under his arms, and a casual jacket covers his arms. His facial hair is most certainly within ‘old man beard’ territory now with his hair curling a little behind his ears. Certainly longer than Johnny’s ever seen it.

Gaz is timeless. There isn’t a hair out of place on his head, not a single wrinkle or crease extra to be found. His biggest change has nothing to do with aging at all, more like trauma. Blunt force, to be specific. There’s a bump on his forehead, no doubt aging now since it isn’t bruised, but fresh stitches cover a slight cut in it. Likely from the butt of a gun. Johnny’s own head aches as he remembers the many injuries of the like he himself sustained.

“Papa,” Elizabeth mutters, eyeing the men cautiously and nervously tucking her face into his neck, “They the men in the pictures?”

Johnny nods, “Yeah sweetheart, they’re mine and Daddy’s friends. Uncle Gaz and Grandpa Price. He ain’t really your Granda’, it’ll just drive him mad if you call him that.”

“Soap,” Price says, pushing past Simon with Gaz in tow. Gaz claps a hand onto Simons’ bicep before following after the Captain. Johnny feels like he’s about to be chewed out for dangerous decision making or the likes when Price stands before him until he takes note of the man’s eyes. Relief, “It’s bloody good to see you son.”

“You too, sir.”

Price turns to Elizabeth and holds a hand out to her, “I believe you’re Miss Elizabeth, is that right?”

She nods and gently puts her hand into Price’s, him shaking her hand with a warm smile on his face, “A pleasure to meet you, kiddo.”

Elizabeth wiggles out of Johnny’s hold and runs over to Simon, wanting to be held by him instead, and Gaz takes the opportunity to throw himself at Johnny. Johnny holds onto Gaz and feels tears brewing in his eyes.

“You’re a fucking moron, Soap,” Gaz mutters, “You and Simon. God I’ve fuckin’ missed you, brother.”

“I’ve missed you too, Gaz,” Johnny whispers, “Coulda done with you throughout all o’ this.”

Gaz chuckles, “I bet.”

Simon taps Gaz’s shoulder and gestures to the angry looking child in his arms, “She wants you to stop swearing.”

“Oh shit, uh, I mean, yeah, sure kiddo! Bad first impression of your Uncle Gaz, ai?” Gaz rubs the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly. Elizabeth giggles at him and nods.

“Papa swears all the time!” Elizabeth chuckles.

“No I do not!” Johnny yelps.

Price chortles, “Nothing’s changed there then has it MacTavish?”

“No Sir.” He sighs.

Before long, they’re all well acquainted once more and Elizabeth takes her time playing with each of them and gauging how she feels about them all. She has taken a liking to Gaz, mainly because he does silly voices when she plays with him, but she keeps gravitating towards Price and climbing into his lap when she gets tired.

Eventually, she only wants the embrace of her Papa and climbs up into his arms. She seems tired, presumably from all the running around and playing she’s been doing, and she starts to nod off whilst tucked in between Johnny and Simon on the couch.

Simon, always believing in ‘no time like the present’, turns his attention to Price and clears his throat, “Are you going to tell us what you found or just sit and make small talk all day?”

Price chuckles at the Lieutenants tone but his smile quickly falls, “Yeah it’s- well, it ain’t pleasant stuff.” He turns and looks at Elizabeth who is pulling on Johnny’s shirt and dancing one of her dinosaurs on his stomach as her eyes flutter slowly. “Perhaps she’d be better in bed?”

Johnny nods and goes to move with Lizzie but she just whines and clutches onto Johnny tighter, “Baby, don’t you want to go to sleep? I will tuck you and Ricky in.” Ricky is her dinosaur pal.

She shakes her head, “A wanna cuddle.”

“We’re going to be having a rubbish grown up conversation,” He tries to reason, “Are you sure?”

She nods fervently, “I go sleepy here, Papa.”

“Alright, love, come here.” He holds her more comfortably and strokes her hair softly as she goes back to drifting off. He gestures towards Price and allows him to proceed.

“I’ll cut to the chase then,” Price clears his throat and stretches back into the chair, “Gaz and I did some digging, got in touch with Laswell too. All the calls are recorded and such and, well, the ones from you were locked away. When we listened, it was General Sutton that shut you down. I think he heard about your ‘situation’, John, because the last thing we picked up on was you saying you were expecting before the line went dead.”

Johnny shrinks into himself, “I- I already thought they hung up on me. That was the day I found out, I was sat on the bathroom floor crying and begging for them to let me speak to you or Simon.”

Price nods, “We know, son. Turns out, Sutton had plans for Ghost. Sent Simon out near enough the following day. Every call of yours, every letter, it’s been blocked or returned. Sutton wouldn’t let this slip up. He had heard what you said and knew that if Simon caught wind of it, he would’ve left and he didn’t want that.”

“That prick,” Simon grumbles, “Damn near killed me on those jobs and kept me away from this? From everything!”

“Sutton didn’t want to admit it, but Gaz and I- well- let’s just say we ‘forcefully’ took him, and we questioned him about it. He spilled his own secrets pretty quickly. Told us how he hated MacTavish, couldn’t believe the 141 took him in, hated the image we were giving the military by having John yet he recognised that you’re a bloody good soldier, Soap. He said that with you gone, we couldn’t afford to lose Ghost too and so, he elaborated this whole coverup so Simon would never find out about Elizabeth. Made you think that Simon forgot about you and Simon- he made you think John moved on.” Price finishes.

Simon looks at Gaz who is staring at his lap. He has anger seething from him and Simon recognises that they’re all hurt by this.

He turns to Elizabeth, tucked into Johnny’s side snoozing away, and sees his daughter. He’s not exaggerating when he says he could’ve died. There were a few close calls, a couple near misses and some poor timing over the last few years that nearly stripped his baby girl from ever meeting him.

Just like Johnny said, regardless of what he thinks of himself, his daughter looks at him like he’s made of gold and the thought of dying in the dirt without ever seeing her beautiful face or without ever making her smile the way she does around him almost kills him there and then.

He clenches his fist and mulls over Price’s words. It doesn’t fully sink in before Johnny speaks.

“Y’know when I was a kid and I first came out, I thought about the other kid’s reactions. How I was gonna be treated by them was all that mattered. I didn’t think I’d still be dealing with how people treat me just because I am who I am.” Johnny mumbles, curled up on the couch. Elizabeth is flat out and panned across Johnny whilst Simon is tightly pressed on the other side of her, practically cuddling Johnny.

He reaches behind the couch and grabs a hold of the scruff of Johnny’s neck. He pulls him towards him and Johnny gets the message and rests his head on Simon’s shoulder with a soft sigh.

Gaz clears his throat and speaks up. His tone indicative of his fighting tongue; “Sutton has been discharged. Dishonourably.”

“Good fuckin’ riddance if you ask me.” Price mutters. He clambers to his feet and gestures to the sliding door that leads to the barely-there balcony of the flat. Smoke break. Johnny nods as he strides over to the door.

“Swear,” Elizabeth mutters, “No swearing.”

Johnny and Simon look down and Johnny pouts, “Oh sweetheart, you don’t look comfortable at all. C’mon, let’s get you comfy.”

He stands up and sits her on his hip, her head pressed to his neck as he carries her through to his room.

Gaz turns to Simon, “He’s a natural Dad, huh?”

Simon nods, “He’s fuckin’ perfect, Garrick. Could do it all on his own if he had to.”

“But you don’t want him to?” Gaz asks.

Simon shakes his head, “God no.”

Johnny sits on the floor beside Elizabeth’s bed, knelt on his knees as he ricks her in and makes Ricky the Dinosaur kiss her nose. She giggles sleepily and grabs ahold of Ricky.

“Love you, Papa.” She mumbles, snuggling her toy.

Johnny leans over and kisses her forehead, brushing her crazy hair back as he smiles, “I love you more, darling girl.”

He sits for a while, just watching her as she sleeps. He strokes her hair repeatedly and sighs softly, a warm smile on his face.

The door clicks behind him and his shoulders tense.

“Is she asleep?” Simon’s voice breaks the silence.

Johnny nods. He hardly trusts his voice right now. Simon sits beside him and a hand snakes around his waist, “Johnny? Talk to me.”

Johnny turns to Simon, makes momentary eye contact, and tears immediately trickle down his face. Simon falters but quickly bundles Johnny into his arms and holds him tightly.

“I’m sorry Simon, I’m so so sorry.” Johnny hiccups, “If I’d have just- I don’t know. You would’ve known her, you would’ve been here from the beginning if I’d have just been- if I hadn’t-”

“Johnny don’t you dare say that,” Simon shoves him aside a little and grabs his face, staring into his eyes, “Don’t you think for one second that this would’ve all been fine if you hadn’t of been yourself. We would’ve never met, Elizabeth wouldn’t even bloody exist and you- Johnny you wouldn’t have been you. Shit happens, especially to us, but we’re here now and we have a beautiful daughter to look after. Let’s leave the past where it bloody belongs.”

Johnny nods a little, not breaking eye contact, and the tears just coat his lashes whilst his eyes remain shiny with unshed pain. Simon pulls him in close again and feels Johnny hug back. A slight chuckle sounds from Johnny, “Never thought I’d hear the day you, of all people, would say to leave the past in the past.”

Simon laughs a little too and rests his head on Johnny’s, “Yeah well I’m a little sick of living in the past. I want to live in the present, right now, where I have you and I have Elizabeth. I have the two things I’ve always needed but didn’t know what I was missing out on until I had it. Until I had you both.”

“We need you, Simon Riley,” Johnny sighs, watching his daughter as she breathes peacefully through her sleep. Simon does the same. “We need you so much more than you’ll ever know.”

[the-only-t4t-octorosie-truther]

cw // implied trans pregnancy

I'm posting this here if only to have more t4t octorosie in the tags

[ballparkscubicle]

White Rose Au

Cw: implied csa, transphobia, internalized homophobia, dubious sugar daddy, pregnancy, and implied abuse

Rowan is a porn star, and Adonis is a handyman. They meet in a pretty normal situation growing to be friends and eventually fuck buddies. Though they both want more than that.

Rowan was abused despite being sheltered, leading to his hypersexual tendencies and later work in the porn industry, so when he came out as trans at age eighteen, he was rejected by his family.

Rowan was able to make out with a good chunk of money that he saved and invested, but he picked up a job stripping due to not having any job experience after dropping out of college.

From there, he went through a rough four years, refusing to touch his money out of stubbornness, so he only had the money from stripping.

Eventually, he got a sugar daddy, but it wasn't the best situation. When the man passed away of old age, Rowan was picked up by Adina at the funeral who he knew from his time to being a sugar baby.

Adina let him crash with her for a month before offering him a job as a receptionist, to which Rowan asks if he can be a model for her.

After that, he gets famous pretty quickly and is able to afford to move out and get his own apartment, leading to him meeting Adonis.

He meets Adonis because he needs work done on his apartment, and Adonis is like, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Because he *watches* Rowan's films, even though he claims to be straight, and now he's working on shit in Rowan’s house!

Rowan is just lounging while Adonis works on putting in a new bath, and then Adonis freaks out internally when Rowan offers him water and a sandwich.

Rowan in real life is a brat, much like some of the roles he plays, so Adonis stalling and not accepting the food and drink makes Rowan annoyed. He says something bitchy after Adonis takes the stuff and Adonis without thinking says "you really are a brat!"

Rowan just looks at him with an "oh you watch my porn" look, causing Adonis to immediately turn around and walk back to the bathroom, lock the door, and quietly eat the sandwich.

Rowan and Adonis eventually become friends leading to them fucking. They develop feelings for each other but don't say anything, because they think the other doesn't want a serious relationship.

They get into a nasty fight before Rowan can tell Adonis he's pregnant. Adonis meets Arlo and they get together. Adonis eventually finds out that Rowan is pregnant six months in, and he freaks out because he is scared Rowan will die.

When he finds out its twins, he thinks that he'll lose Rowan and the babies for sure. After the boys are born, they decide to name them Liam and Ermis. Rowan and Adonis get a townhouse after they officially get together, so they have room for the twins and Mila.

Arlo and Adonis were together during the six months between the fight Adonis and Rowan had, and when Adonis found out Rowan was pregnant.

Arlo was the one to encourage Adonis to go back to Rowan and see if he wanted to rekindle the relationship and get help from Adonis. When Arlo’s job goes out of business, Adonis wants to take him in, and Rowan is like, "I guess that man means something to you. He can stay…”

To which Arlo is so helpful and genuinely nice Rowan starts to see what Adonis saw in him. Arlo becomes a house husband and takes care of Mila, Ermis, and Liam during the days Rowan and Adonis work. Arlo homeschools Mila along with private tutors due to her getting in fights with bullies.

[jacks-dark-oc-stuff]

White Rose Au

Cw: implyed csa, transphobia, internalized homophobia, dubious sugar daddy, pregnancy, and impyed abuse

Rowan is a porn star, and Adonis is a handyman. They meet in a pretty normal situation growing to be friends and eventually fuck buddies. Though they both want more than that.

Edited to add a bit of info.

Rowan was abused despite being sheltered, leading to his hyper sexual tendencies and later work in the porn industry, so when he came out as trans at age eighteen, he was rejected by his family.

Rowan was able to make out with a good chunk of money that he saved and invested, but he picked up a job stripping due to not having any job experience after dropping out of college.

From there, he went through a rough four years, refusing to touch his money out of stubbornness, so he only had the money from stripping.

Eventually, he got a sugar daddy, but it wasn't the best situation. When the man passed away of old age, Rowan was picked up by Adina at the funeral who he knew from his time to being a sugar baby.

Adina let him crash with her for a month before offering him a job as a receptionist, to which Rowan asks if he can be a model for her.

After that, he gets famous pretty quickly and is able to afford to move out and get his own apartment, leading to him meeting Adonis.

He meets Adonis because he needs work done on his apartment, and Adonis is like, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Because he *watches* Rowan's films, even though he claims to be straight, and now he's working on shit in Rowan’s house!

Rowan is just lounging while Adonis works on putting in a new bath, and then Adonis freaks out internally when Rowan offers him water and a sandwich.

Rowan in real life is a brat, much like some of the roles he plays, so Adonis stalling and not accepting the food and drink makes Rowan annoyed. He says something bitchy after Adonis takes the stuff and Adonis without thinking says "you really are a brat!"

Rowan just looks at him with an "oh you watch my porn" look, causing Adonis to immediately turn around and walk back to the bathroom, lock the door, and quietly eat the sandwich.

Rowan and Adonis eventually become friends leading to them fucking. They develop feelings for each other but don't say anything, because they think the other doesn't want a serious relationship.

They get into a nasty fight before Rowan can tell Adonis he's pregnant. Adonis meets Arlo and they get together. Adonis eventually finds out that Rowan is pregnant six months in, and he freaks out because he is scared Rowan will die.

When he finds out its twins, he thinks that he'll lose Rowan and the babies for sure. After the boys are born, they decide to name them Liam and Ermis. Rowan and Adonis get a townhouse after they officially get together, so they have room for the twins and Mila.

Arlo and Adonis were together during the six months between the fight Adonis and Rowan had, and when Adonis found out Rowan was pregnant.

Arlo was the one to encourage Adonis to go back to Rowan and see if he wanted to rekindle the relationship and get help from Adonis. When Arlo’s job goes out of business, Adonis wants to take him in, and Rowan is like, "I guess that man means something to you. He can stay…”

To which Arlo is so helpful and genuinely nice Rowan starts to see what Adonis saw in him. Arlo becomes a house husband and takes care of Mila, Ermis, and Liam during the days Rowan and Adonis work. Arlo homeschools Mila along with private tutors due to her getting in fights with bullies.

[sealrock]

Strained! ( from @tsunael )

ask meme (closed)

cw: implied domestic violence, discussions of mental illness, brief mention of self-harm, misgendering, brief mention of trans pregnancy

(ty for the ask @tsunael!)

Paris stood there in the hallway, obscured by shadow, watching their dad stare out the open window of his room. The lace curtains swayed gently as a cool autumn breeze blew into the room, carrying the subtle scent of sea salt from the rocky cliffs of Old Sharlayan. The actual sun hid behind rolling clouds, peeking through occasionally to brighten up the space Hector resided in. Hector sat slightly slumped in his wheelchair, his back facing the door. Paris' hands couldn't stop shaking, their feet glued to the marble floor. No amount of psyching themselves up could make them step through the threshold. What would his reaction be like today? Would he allow Paris to sit next to him, or would he lash out and scream for help? Paris knows he doesn't mean it, but they could sense the long-forgotten feelings of bitterness resurface.

From the moment he regained consciousness, Hector had no idea what happened to him. It took him weeks to recover his speech, but before that, all Hector could do was scream or cry and weakly thrash about in his cot. When Hector could walk, he tried to run away. He didn't get very far as his legs couldn't support his weight. As a preventative measure, the Sages had to strap him down to the cot. "It was for his own good," they had said, not wanting to risk serious injury.

So, instead of being stuck down below in Labyrinthos during his recovery, Andromache requested to move him above ground to live with her. Once the initial shock wore off, the novice Sages at the Physis Technon were itching to get a chance to study him, and Paris' mother refused to let Hector become a lab rat—not that he recognized her at first. Being the mother of the esteemed Warrior of Light—with Andromache herself a former warrior of Hydaelyn—gives Andromache a steep advantage in handling negotiations. The Forum, and most notably the whoresons that comprised the Bibliothec, couldn't refuse the saviors of the Star a safe haven, no matter how much they wanted to say otherwise. With their medical technology saving Hector's life, they gave Andromache a house of her own, a small villa tucked away from the city. But this house was not a home.

This house, one made of fine stone and marble with its sterile walls and crafted beams, was not something Paris felt comfortable staying in. It wasn't the homely cottage they were born in; it didn't have a leaky roof to catch rainwater nor creaky floorboards to indicate a sneaky child playing with shadows during bedtime. This house was not Hector's house—it was a stranger's house to him. Paris was also a stranger to him. Even now, three moons after his awakening, he couldn't recognize them. The three little words still rattle around in Paris' head, haunting their every waking moment:

Where is Paris?

Hector looked right at Paris that day. To him, Paris was just another face without a name. The Paris he knew was a curious, excitable, and clingy child who would fumble around the house because of their growth spurts. That happy child was gone, and a jaded adult was in their place. Paris couldn't answer him. They couldn't answer that question whenever they went to visit him. And every time, Hector grew aggravated. It was an endless loop, a tortuous repeat for Hector's fragile state of mind to suffer through. If Paris had the means, they would bring back Halmarut and personally beat them so bloody you wouldn't be able to recognize the body. 

Hector's soft sigh interrupted Paris' violent ruminations, causing them to look up to see him tucking thick strands of hair behind his ear. From what Paris could see, his hair needed trimming again. Poor Patroclus' attempts at giving Hector a new haircut, something he offered to do out of the goodwill of his heart, ended in tears from both parties. From what he described, Hector spiraled after seeing his reflection in a mirror, spotting an aged and jagged scar on his forehead. Paris knew how it got there, what used to be there, and to think about it still evokes fear in them.

Paris hasn't slept in their room since Andromache obtained this dwelling, not right now, regardless of their mom's pleas to reconsider. Hector doesn't outright hate Paris and throw things as he does with Andromache or hits her as he fights to get away from her, someone he remembers in bits and pieces. But the fact that Hector doesn't realize that Paris has been there the whole time makes the proverbial knife dig deeper into Paris' chest.

Letting out a quiet exhale, Paris knocked on the open door, watching their dad jump in his seat. He whipped his head over to the entrance, his unruly black fringe dimming the sparkle of hope in his eyes. His hands held onto the arms of the wheelchair, still spindly and pallid. The bland clothing, too loose-fitting for his thin size, seemed to swallow him up. It made him appear frail.

"Paris?"

His voice cracked halfway, his scratchy vocal chords straining to say their name. He must've been screaming about something earlier in the day for his voice to sound so hoarse. Paris almost didn't want to enter. To hear his timid voice call their name with such anticipation makes them want to turn around and walk away. The relationship they once had with their dad may never be the same now. However, if Paris were to be honest with themselves, their relationship began to crumble when Hector's delusions became more than delusions. The scar on their nose is proof of that. Hector started losing sight of Paris early on, and Paris could do nothing. They were just a child.

Paris stepped into the room, shoulders hunched with their hands stuffed inside their pants pockets to keep them from fidgeting. Hector's stubbled face fell, something Paris expects nowadays, and he turned back towards the open window. The sound of seagulls filled the room for a few minutes.

"Where is she?"

I'm right here.

The words died on their tongue. Paris moved to sit in a chair near the window, not missing how Hector cut them a dirty look for invading his space. Paris noted how gaunt his face looked, his undereye bags in direct competition with theirs.

"Have you been sleeping well?"

"Why should you care?"

Paris dropped their gaze to their boots. Hector's glare made them uncomfortable. They heard Hector take a shaky breath before asking again:

"Where's Paris?"

Right in front of you.

Paris knows that he won't listen to them now. Forcing him to remember only caused Hector to lash out more against Paris. Paris is a stranger to him, and their mom is an enemy. The ties that bind them together become more strained with each passing day.

"... She's fine."

I'm not fine.

Paris almost didn't want to say it. They blinked back tears to look at the opposite side of the room to recenter themselves—the desk lamp casting shadows against the paintings adorning the white wall, Hector's simple yet comfortable bed, and the finely woven pattern of the area rug. They glanced to their right to see Hector's puzzled expression.

"How do you know, and why can't I see her?"

Hector's voice rose as he wrapped his arms around his middle, a habit he picked up whenever he was nervous. Paris pushed out the memories of how Hector would hold them in his lap, how the ghostly sensation of his nose tickling their scalp hit them with a heavy sense of nostalgia. Even when Paris got too big to be held, Hector allowed them to cling to him during fleeting moments of clarity. Maybe it was the opposite. Or perhaps he wouldn't let Paris go out of fear of forgetting.

"You'll see her when you get better."

Somehow, that put Hector at ease. His eyes softened at the prospect, his knitted brows relaxing. His head drooped, allowing his hair to fall like a curtain over his face.

"Please... I need to know if she's well. Is she alright?"

No.

"Yeah... She's doing fine. She misses you a lot."

Hector squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a breath. "My little sprout, she must be so lonely."

More than you would ever know.

"She has friends. They play with her," Paris ignored the nickname and how their heart panged painfully in their chest, "and her mom is with her. She's safe and happy."

"Andi..." For a split second, Hector's jaw tightened as he hissed out her name, "She took Paris away from me. Andromache tore Paris away as if she tore her from my womb."

Paris couldn't watch how Hector's eyes welled over. The overwhelming sense of loss Hector carried made the air feel heavy, but Paris couldn't fill that void for him. Hector blamed Andromache for saving Paris; if she hadn't shown up when she did, who knows what would've happened next. Hector must have blocked out the worst bits to forget. He blocked out the context behind everything.

Paris could see it clearly: the blooded knife lay discarded on the wooden floor, how Hector's arms squeezed Paris' small form close to his chest. With his last ounce of sanity, he sobbed out apologies and begged for their forgiveness as he desperately tried to wipe away the blood and tears from their face, but it only made Paris' wound bleed more. Paris couldn't wiggle themselves out of his crushing grasp—they had never felt more afraid of him before that moment.

Hector has the luxury of forgetting that painful memory. Paris could never forget. Looking in the mirror reminds them of that day. There was once a time when Paris hated their dad just as much as they did their mother, Paris had despised him for reasons they couldn't understand. They sat by helpless as Hector fell deeper into that dark pit of despair and lunacy, and they resented how he alienated Paris from what was a happy home. But even after everything the two of them have been through, Paris couldn't readily forgive him. Paris had got their wish, but they could not have imagined things to turn out like this. Maybe Patroclus' childish idealism rubbed off on them when they heard the news of Hector's awakening, only to be met with stone-cold reality.

Hector looks right through Paris like one would do a spirit. And Paris hates him for it. Paris sees that Hector is relying on old coping mechanisms even now, going back to happier times to shield himself from hard truths. He can't confront the truth about how he harmed someone who loved him more than anything.

When it seemed like Hector retreated to the recesses of his mind, Paris took this as a chance to leave. Staying any longer wouldn't do either of them much good. But Paris couldn't leave without reaching over to plant a small kiss on top of Hector's head.

"I love you, dad."

Turning on their heel, Paris sped towards the door without looking back. Paris had the vain hope of hearing those three worn words uttered back at them, but they never came. Paris closed the door with a soft 'click' of the latch and headed down the stairs and out the door. The rush of fresh air caught them by surprise.

They needed a cigarette. And maybe a drink or two.

[likeitheavy]

🖤 Shea. 🖤 25+ adult. 🖤

🖤 it/its & they/them. 🖤

🖤 trans & queer. 🖤

🖤 unabashedly autistic. 🖤

🖤 mentally ill & disabled. 🖤

🖤 new blog; active on tumblr since 2010. 🖤

🖤💔 this is a blog for my sadist whump love. 💔🖤

I like and will blog about:

hardcore whump

no comfort whump

physical whump

emotional whump

psychological whump

spiritual whump

recovery whump

hurt / comfort

general angst

I prefer to avoid:

character death AUs ( characters who never die / don't permanently die in their source material being perma-killed in fanfic/art/etc. )

graphic eye horror or body part removal ( showing the aftermath in art and implying those things happened off-screen is fine and will be tagged accordingly. )

whump of characters under the age of 13 unless it is a flashback of a character who is 13+ in present day. ( most fandoms I have teen whump characters in are shows I actively watched in my teens and still love. )

if we are mutuals please tw / cw tag:

pregnancy / mpreg ( tokophobia )

nausea / vomit ( emetophobia )

clusters, especially holes ( tryptophobia )

thanks in advance! ❤️

if you yourself need something tagged for any reason just let me know what it is and if you need it tagged a specific way and I'll start tagging it! ❤️

Things on this pinned are subject to changes at any time.

Thanks for reading! 🥰

[the-s1lly-corner]

Y'know what? Screw it, the mpreg idea has wormed its way inside my head already, and it's been intrusive ever since-

Hey Silly, can I officially request for a KND Father mpreg hcs/imagine? Not a joke, very serious.

Take as long as you need because I'm gonna inhale this like its dopamine when it comes out.

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Pregnant Benedict headcanons

We've opened the can of worms and theyve spilled onto the floor, look at what you've done Anon who initially started this! Not even going to bother with the queue <\3

Notes: Implied trans male Benedict (based tbh), reader is GN, mostly fluff post

CWs: Pregnancy stuff

Very. Tired. Actually a lot of his evil plans come to a halt during the pregnancy and after during his recovery- probably reverts to his non shadowy form due to just being so... over it

Cranky but not fuming, mostly just tired

Defenses around the mansion are really amped up because he is not at all in the mood to deal with the KND most days

Might even put his foot down with the delightfuls to make sure they dont pick fights and bring the KND to their home

Which... doesnt do much considering they semi routinely get robbed by them (cough cough that episode where numbuh 5 breaks in to steal their chips, the lice episode)

Mansion is massive so theres plenty of room for another member to join the household, you guys decorate the room together so that's nice

Asides from emotional support there arent many duties for you to attend to thanks to the staff working around the mansion

Do you guys thinks he would get clingy with his S/o and seek out affection more than he normally would

[loveleftbehind]

Father

Ennie lays on the floor, arms wrapped around the large body of Bagel and burying his face in their fur.

He could joke about the holiday all he wanted, but that box sitting not too far from him would always be stuck in his mind. What was usually closed and pushed to the back of his closet was opened, some of the contents littered around it.

He knew it was a bad idea to go looking in there again, promising himself every year that he would stop, but every time father day reared its ugly head, he couldn’t help himself. Carefully picking through the box. Looking over that picture. That smaller box he was going to give as a gift.

The janitor sniffed, puffy red eyes looking at that special shoebox once he lifted his head. He knew he’d have to face it again to put it all away, but part of him didn’t want to. Part of him wanted to hold the box tight and wail over what could have been.

He rubbed his eyes, going to scoop up that familiar black and white picture, despite how much he hated the name in the corner, he couldn’t deny that i was once him.. And the picture contained what was once his. So small. ‘Potato looking’ he’d said at the time, laughing and giddy with joy and nerves.

“....”

Ennie swallowed, placing it back inside its special box, sitting snuggly next to that white little test, still displaying a plus sign even after all this time. 

The time had come for him to put those memories away, rubbing his eyes once again as he scooped up the box, securing the lid and taking it back to its home in the back of his closet.

In silence, he pressed his lips to the top of the lid, before sliding it back into the dark. Where he could pretend it didn’t exist, and where he didn’t have to read the name scrawled so messily on the side.

‘Gumbo’

[ilyamatic]

BEHOLD

I commissioned @miel-1411 for some art of the grown Julian x Andrico x Anatole’s (@sunrisenfool) triplets! They are grown here and probably ruined some state dinner. We have:

Yves, in the middle: he/him, trans man, the oldest

Alexei, on the right: she/her, trans woman, the middle child

Jihan, on the left: they/them, nonbinary, the youngest

They all look wonderful and I can't thank Miel enough! She is so sweet and a joy to work with. If you're in the market for a comm I cannot recommend her enough!

[vimbry]

You have been prompted hit us with those ideas :)

so shockingly, it’s a yotsubato au idea. I hope that’s what was expected haha but um. I've just been thinking about mr yousuke koiwai actually being trans. and by extension the one who had yotsuba. :)

I’m being super indulgent here in that he is someeewhere on the non-binary spectrum. teetering on masc; presenting as masc, refers to himself in a masculine way for convenience because you know, explaining that identity to people is hard and potentially troublesome. it doesn’t really bother him, so long as it’s not his agab.

he’s stealth, of course. moving away to the suburbs with new people made this a hell of a lot easier. apart from with his immeadiate family, naturally. and jumbo, he’s aware too, cause they were friends from being little and it’d be pretty unavoidable. yanda isn’t; koiwai was already presenting as male by the time they met and it just never comes up. he prob never even makes much of an effort to have it be a secret around him, he’s just cis, naive, and oblivous lmao but he’s a good guy really.

the reason the name yousuke took so long to crop up in the series is because he spent a very long time choosing it. he’s not really encountered anyone in the past 5 months of the manga’s timeline who ever needs to know/use his given name, anyway. even his bestie settled on referring to him by his family name until he felt comfortable with one and now it’s sorta stuck.

despite his family’s general acceptance and support of koiwai, they don’t actually know that he’s yotsuba’s bio parent. they highly Suspected it, but they didn’t pry, and he wouldn’t tell, so they eventually pushed it out of mind as families will do with things and it became irrelevant. she was an adorable big hit with everyone when they eventually came back home anyway, so that was more the focus! altho I do like the idea of jumbo being the exception, how there’s some things you could tell your closest loyal friend but not your family. it might’ve just slipped out between them.

jumbo got caught off guard when ena asked him about yotsuba’s mother and came up with “oh she was uhhh abandoned. she doesn’t have one” on the spot, and koiwai just rolled with that when fuuka later asked about it. look he even stalls a sec while trying to think something up. :)

“(internally panicking and buffering) hahaha yea an orphan right jumbo’s such a jokester haha - it’s true tho”

as for her real origins, it’s as boring and simple as you’d expect from a character frequently described as casually irresponsible lmao. (nah I’ll cut him some slack. sometimes things can’t be avoided/you’re on T and think it’s an impossibility, easily done). you've had a lot of heavy projects to deal with, you find a local lgbt friendly hotspot to wind down in, you end up meeting someone, it happens all the time. so he got stuck somewhere overseas in some apartment "””working away””” a little longer than anticipated.

his age was confirmed in an interview with the creator as “very early 30s”, so this would put him in his mid-to-late 20s when yotsuba’s born. still a bit in flux with his identity, this definitely not helping. took a few years to get everything together and return to japan.

we all know the experience of navigating gender can sure be, difficult. koiwai’s still a relatively young guy, and like most people, is taking things each day at a time. so I’m also just gonna go ahead and use this au to overexplain the basic style-shifting in-universe as hormone treatment microdosing/trying out different ways to present as the months progress aha. I mean, he looks SO drastically different. I know a few of them do but man! that is 2 different guys.

(also why he has that little bit of stubble there in chapter 7 and never again. unfortunately discovered that he’s apparently very good at growing a beard. didn’t like it, not for him. shaving is one of the few things he will force himself to do often. thanks azuma for deciding to draw him unshaven once and then likely deciding it was too tedious to replicate in future chapters so I can take this n run with it).

yotsuba’s also unaware that she’s Not adopted because she’s 5 and would tell everyone lol. also koiwai’s built up these nerves and reluctance around sharing it. it’s one of his reasons for harshly reinforcing how she shouldn’t lie. he’s projecting in keeping an especially large one up around her himself, and he also wants to raise her to feel she can always be honest with him about anything. she’s probably told one day as she gets older anyway. I think it’d be cute if they ended up looking super alike. 🥺

anyway yes thank you that is my thoughts !

[frenchfrywrites]

OBEY ME MASTERLIST II

SFW

Getting high with the bros cw: drug tw

Getting high with the side chars cw: drug tw

All characters reacting to an MC named lucifer/morningstar

Side characters reacting to an MC who only cuddles while sleeping

HCs on bros responding to "if Jesus turns water into wine, what do you turn water into?"

MC smushes their face into the bros bare thighs

reader attempts to "scare" the bros + side characters

bros: who is most to least dysphoric

suggestive?

Sappy romantic night with the bros

NSFW MINORS DNI

brainrot

Monster dick MC + bros riding thigh as punishment

What bros were dreaming of when they have a wet dream next to you cw: little masochism, little degrading, mentioned dp, spit, panty/underwear sniffing, dirty talk, master kink, mild pet play, feminization, consensual somno, overstim

G/T scenarios w/the bros cw: objectification, rimming, fear play

Ovipos with the bros + simeon

Bros + Simeon using a pee pad as punishment

Jealousy HCs (but they're a bit spicy)

Bros + tummy bulge

Power Bottom Mammon + Barbatos

Holding the bros dicks while they pee

Holding Side chars dicks while they pee

Reader catches bros masturbating

Reader catches side chars masturbating

Bros + side characters make you squirt for the first time

Making the bros squirt for the first time

Blow jobs + pissing on the bros face

reader getting bros off when they have period cramps cw blood

pussy hcs for bros

Russian Roulette and pissing from fear with the bros + barb

fics

Purr-egnancy mood swings (Satan) cw: trans pregnant Satan, pet play, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, piss, anal, dumbification, (nonverbal) subspace, little spit

Can't Spell Valentine Without Levi cw: trans Levi, post-pregnancy, (a little) dysphoria, insecurity, cunnilingus, heavy foreplay, praise kink, multiple orgasms

Lord Diavolo takes a sick day cw: trans dia, mommy kink, emeto, piss, snz/sneeze, just.. general sickness

Aroused (Belphie) cw: pregnant trans male Belphie, pregnancy kink, lactation, some daddy kink, spit kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, reference to somnophilia,

Lucifer and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad morning cw: pregnant trans male Lucifer, pregnancy kink, lactation, emetophilia, piss, cunnilingus, daddy + mommy kink, whump

What you don't know (Simeon) cw: trans man pregnant yandere Simeon, pregnancy kink, toxic behavior, cunnilingus, squirting, lil feminization, mommy kink, daddy kink, domestic kink?

Elating Levi cw: pregnancy, dysphoria, insecurity/anxiety, comfort, thigh fucking

Hell is when there's no pain relievers (satan) cw: period sex, blood, cramps, a bit of orgasm denial, praise

Pregnant Pillow Prince Levi cw: pregnancy, lactation, soft sex, cockwarming

A poggers punishment (Levi) cw: choking, biting, dacryphilia, deepthroating, pussy spanking, edging, ruined orgasm

Milf Lucifer gets baby fever cw: mommy kink, breeding kink, food play, feminization, no prep

Trans sex is holy (even when done with a demon) (Levi) cw: trans Levi, first time together, strap-on

Simeon's fantasies become a reality cw: masturbation, fingering, handjob, simeon is yandere/obsessive, implied virginity

The Final Boss (Levi) cw: fisting, spanking, pussyjob, cockrings, levi has a vent and 2 tentacle dicks

Potty Training Puppy (Mammon) cw: pet play, piss, little dumbification