#cw: tokophobia

[vickysaurus]

Lilith: "This room is old... Very old."

King: "I remember a deep roar... And then something happened, but I was too small to do anything. So, I went back to sleep."

"And the next time I woke up..."

"That roar. It meant "son". I don't know how I know that, but I do. Someone called me their son. Luz, I think it was my dad!"

If King heard his father, thousands of years must have passed between his first and second memories. He was in that egg for a long time. I wonder if that is normal for titans or maybe some kind of protection in case the Collector didn't get sealed away properly.

[cartoonscientist]

[possumsinpeoplesuits]

Okay, I've come up with the rest of the plan...

So, the most imperative aspect is to cover all eventualities, that's why the Blessed Goddess Strap On of Strap Gets You Pregnant is so important.

For one, if my isekaied body doesn't have a dick, it'll still function, but the other important part is that the B.G.S.O.S.G.Y.P. makes no distinction in who it impregnates. Trans or cis, I'm seahorse daddying this villain and he'll never see it coming. Plus, I've got a lot of dysphoria related to down there, but attachments are like a loophole! Win win!

After I seduce him my usual, tried and true way (cargo shorts, a fanny pack, and a vest so my enby ass can tap into mommy AND daddy kinks), I'll be spared whatever fate usually happens to the denizens of this realm who're taken to the Demon King's Tower, and soon worm my way into being kept on as a maid and bedwarmer.

Now, if I'm allowed to bring a mundane item I already own, I'll use my position to slip THIS into his laundry:

(If I'm not allowed another item, skip to the next section, and my Paleface Swiss Please End Me thong will remain next to my HEALTH- FEEL NOTHING condom as band merch novelties, and I'll just have to learn to sew...)

Now, the benefit of the Fuck Me Till I Die thong is that, as metal band merch, it would surely appeal to the edgy machismo of the Demon King, and it'll be a simple task to get him to wear it to bed.

This is where I go full Butch Fatale on him, because the entire time I'm gonna absolutely gush about how good his butt looks in them until it becomes a mainstay during our raunchy nights.

Little by little, I'll keep his attention on his ass until I've pavloved him into thinking of it as a sexual organ. This will occur regardless of what parts he's packing, because I wrote 2k words about how Omegaverse ass wombs might work, and if I'm anything, I'm DEDICATED TO THE BIT!

The best part? I won't even have to suggest the pegging, he'll think it's his own idea the whole time, and the submissive-and-breedable-ification will progress until it won't matter when he discovers the B.G.S.O.S.G.Y.P.'s true purpose.

(He will, by the way, I'm getting consent beforehand. This is a commitment, y'know, and we both need to be on the same page for this family to thrive.)

After we have a child on the way, we'll rely on the fact that the Demon King is, well... a King, and therefore has to have a kingdom, right? A kingdom that will soon have an heir, which, as a monarchist, he'll be OBSESSED with, and wouldn't risk leading his demonic army until this heir is ready to step in if he falls.

Who do you think he'll trust to lead that army, hmm? That's right, ME, and by the time that heir is ready, I'll have been the general of this dark army for long enough that I'll have proven myself competent enough to stay in the position for good.

Now, as Lady General, I'll turn the attention of this army away from world domination, and instead inward, but not to stage a coup, no... we're gonna have them build infrastructure, and subtly encourage unionization to make sure that, should I be struck down for being too attractive, the working conditions will remain favorable.

The Demon Kingdom may still be a monarchy, I won't be able to change that without approximately fifty thousand Youtubers chiding me for historical inaccuracy, but it's now a MODERN country with well paid demonic citizens!

Eventually, the conditions will improve enough that it won't matter that the kingdom is technically being run by someone whose sole claim to power is via a religiously blessed detachable dick under military dictatorship.

Soon, the surrounding countries will look at their monarchies, headed by traditional monarchists who mistreat their citizenry and summon outer-dimensional nerds to save the world for them, and they'll rebel to get a sweet taste of that union health care, baby!

So you see? The world has been taken over without the Demon King's direct involvement, the isekai world is now much better to live in, and the cycle of Demon Kings and Heroes From Another World can finally end!

Perfect plan. Good job, me!

So, I think I've settled on a plan in case I ever get Isekaied, and it's a plan so brilliant and entirely normal that I'm surprised it hasn't been made into a series yet. So, please bear with me on this...

I'm gonna get the Demon King pregnant.

Look, every motherfucker asks the Goddess for a magic sword or some OP skills, but the moment I get Truck-kun'ed I'm going straight for "Strap gets you pregnant" and never fucking look back.

While those other protagonists are gonna be chilling in the starting zone building a harem, I'm gonna get immediately captured and taken prisoner directly to the Demon King's lair, because what am I gonna do? I'm nobody, why would he even know my name?

And that's where I strike. With my handsome butch looks, and yeehaw magnetism-

Okay I have no idea where I was going with this, but it was in my drafts for a year and I have no idea why I didn't post it?

[calamaricollie]

Guess I'm finally exposing these doodles to the public LOL, A series of silly events lead to me trying to draw a shitten and going haywire with the doodles, I've drawn a shitten and her name is Lari :>

@artoutforblood Here since you let me tag u :p

more traditional drawings under the cut

Only did one and the name Lari came from a friend, She'll definitely get siblings in the future tho

She calls the lamb "Baba" because of their bleats :3 Also while Nari and Lamb are out there trying to get her first words to be their sounds respectively Leshy is out here like "It'd be way funnier if her first word was a cussword lmao"

Last one isn't exactly Lari as much as the Bishops reaction, Heket says this but the moment she saw her she was set on being the cool lesbian aunt lol

These are all for now, I was about to work on a proper ref for her lol

(PSSST Bones I haven't read the new chapter to your fic but I see it focuses on the Bishops reactions, I'm curious to read it and see how different or similar we both did them lol, tho admittedly I went for it more as a jokey thing :3)

[soulprompts]

an unexpected arrival. (A PROMPT LIST!)

so a lovely anonymous angel asked for a list of prompts relating to an unexpected pregnancy, and i made a list! i have two other lists over on my other blog that i'm gonna reblog over here, but there may be some slight overlap with these; however, unlike the other two lists, these focus exclusively on the unexpected part. DON'T ADD TO THIS LIST, DON'T CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN! but do have a tonne of fun with them!

" so, remember last week, when i had the flu and i couldn't leave my house? turns out it wasn't the flu. i'm pregnant. "

" i'm telling you about this baby because you deserve to know. that's all. i don't expect anything from you. i don't need you to step up or whatever. i just thought you ought to know. "

" i'm sure you don't need to be reminded, but... getting pregnant wasn't exactly part of the whole life plan. "

" you're sure? i mean, you did the test properly? maybe it was a false positive. or, or maybe you didn't read the results right... "

" a baby... well. that certainly complicates things, doesn't it? "

" i don't even know if i want kids. "

" could you please just stop reminding me that this isn't part of the plan?! you think i don't know that?! we're having a baby, i'm terrified enough without you reminding me! "

" look. i'm/you're not the first person to get pregnant, and i/you won't be the last. we're gonna figure it out, alright? "

" my place isn't even close to being big enough for a baby... they need so much stuff. cribs, prams, diaper stations... and my neighbors complain enough as it is, they'll evict me if i have a screaming baby as well... "

" hey... why don't you move in with me? i've got plenty of space, and my walls are thick, so the baby could scream as loud as they want. you could stay as long as you like. "

" should... we get married? i mean, that's what you do, isn't it? when someone's having a baby? "

" okay, we're not getting married. i mean, i appreciate the gesture, but... there's plenty of single parents out there. what's one more, right? "

" god... we are so stupid. i mean, seriously! any idiot knows that condoms aren't 100% effective! if we're dumb enough to forget that, how are we meant to look after a baby?! "

" you... you're kidding, right? this is a joke? it's a fake pregnancy test, some weird, slightly out of touch belated april fool's prank? "

" it's honestly insane that we didn't figure it out sooner... i mean, those were some wild cravings, right? "

" when you say late... do you mean like, a few days? or are we talking... months? "

" no, no, this... it changes everything. EVERYTHING. i... i don't know if i'm ready for this, i don't think i'm parent material, i... "

" hey. you're not alone. you got that? it takes a village, right? i'm gonna help you every step of the way. we all will. this kid, if you choose to go through with it... they'd be okay. "

" you know i support you. whatever choice you end up making. i will always be by your side. okay? "

" if this is some weird idea of a joke, i have to tell you, it's not funny. i mean, you're having a baby AND i'm somehow the dad? a little much, no? "

" no, i want to step up. it took two of us to make this baby, and i want to make sure you know that, if you go ahead with this, there's gonna be two of us to raise them, too. "

" the father doesn't believe that the baby is his. "

" okay. so screw the father. i'm going to be here to help you. okay? we'll parent this kid so well, they'll never want to know who their real dad is. "

" so... you wanna tell me who the father is? "

" the surprise baby is actually not just one baby. we're having twins/triplets/etc. "

" hey, hey... don't worry, okay? it's alright. it's all going to be okay. condoms break, yeah? it's no biggie... "

" what do you mean, you think?! haven't you taken a pregnancy test yet? "

" that's a lot of pregnancy books you got there... got something you want to tell me? "

" have you told the father yet? "

" i guess, seeing how you rushed over here so fast to tell me the news, that you think the baby is mine? "

" look, we both made plans, right? and obviously shit happens, but... a baby is a pretty massive deal. "

" how many other people have you told about the pregnancy? "

" what do you want to do? "

[swagging-back-to]

literally begging radfems to post body positivity without ANY mention of repdoruction. anytime you make a post talking about how great the human body is and you include any aspect about reproduction or child bearing everything else you say is void to me.

im just triggered and feel disgusting about myself even more.

if making a post about breasts and how "necessary they are" dont talk about how "pendulous breasts are like handles for babies to grab onto" and "they produce milk for our young!"

if youre talking about hips dont talk about how our pelvises are designed with the intention of pushing out a fucking head.

dont talk about our uteruses like theyre incubators.

the vagina like nothing more than a passageway for dicks or for parasites. Even that post that says penises are designed after vaginas is not as comforting as they think. it's still saying the vagina is made for the penis. for reproduction.

cellulite and high body fat like it's there to "protect a growing baby" and not there for. you know. the actual fucking woman.

women are so much more than reproduction. we all hear from every fucking person how women are the sex that has to go through 10 months lof having a parasite flattening their organs and rupturing others.

we dont need you reminding us any more than we already know.

[lukewarmbreadatamoderatepace]

Have your feelings about having children changed over your lifetime? & Does it matter to you whether your children share your genetics?

Some clarifications on this poll:

"Having kids" implies you are also participating in raising the kids.

For this poll "biological children" is shortened to "biokids" and can include nontraditional things like egg donation + surrogacy.

"Wanting" kids still applies if you already have kids that are wanted, even if you don't want any more of them. Go with what feels most salient to you.

"Not specifically wanting biokids" means that you lack a strong preference for having biokids-- that you would not be particularly disappointed if your children were not your genetic descendants (for example adoption, or using donated sperm/eggs instead of your own). You don't necessarily have to be opposed to the idea of having biokids for it to apply to you (though you can be!).

[elhnrt]

Do you have any MadaTobi mpreg headcanon?

sorry no cuz i don't like pregnancy in general

[clochanam]

" i'm pregnant. "

OPEN STARTER. / i have to get up and be responsible but the baby fever has struck, here we go, ur muse can be an honorary aunt/uncle, the dad, the sibling, the doctor, the confused friend, u have free rein besties!

[didgeriduwu]

Chapters: 5/?

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Scout/Sniper (Team Fortress 2) Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Scout’s Mother (Team Fortress 2), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Trans Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Character, Tokophobia Warning, Pregnancy, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mpreg, (i guess it depends on your definition), Emotionally Repressed Sniper (Team Fortress 2), oh god just communicate you fucks, Established Relationship, Situationship?, Spy is Scout’s Parent (Team Fortress 2), no beta I have no friends, Medic is a cunt i love him, Scout’s Ma is the best, Discussion of Abortion, Unplanned Pregnancy, almost forgot that one

Summary: Sniper and Scout’s relationship is in limbo, and neither seems to know if or how to fix it. Unexpected news finally forces a change, but whether it’ll be for better or for worse is anyone’s guess.

TW for this one: quick mention of the words "fat" and "wh*re" used derogatorily in a quick section of self-loathing/intrusive thoughts.

Jeremy woke with one singular conviction: Mick was wrong. He was lying, or he was mistaken, or there was some strange reason why Mick would say those words to Jeremy. It couldn’t be because they were true. That was ridiculous.

Mick had to love him. They’d been through too much together. He knew Mick too well. Jeremy couldn’t be wrong. Mick loved him. He did.

So when he looked outside to see empty desert where Mick’s van had been, he didn’t panic. Nor did he, when none of his teammates seemed to know where the marksman had gone. Even when he learned that Mick had taken a week of leave without telling him, Jeremy had successfully managed to stay not-panicking.

Jeremy could wait a week. He just had to wait seven days, and then Mick would be back to apologise. Maybe he’d come back with a ring or something. Maybe he was at Jeremy’s Ma’s house right now asking for her blessing.

Yeah, that sounded right. Mick was all polite and old-fashioned and stuff. That was totally something he would do. Jeremy didn’t want to ruin the surprise. He could be patient. He would be patient.

And Jeremy tried.

To their credit, his teammates did their best to help. It seemed they had all decided the optimal strategy was to distract Jeremy from his thoughts, and so they’d each found ways to keep him occupied outside of battle. Jeremy had lost count of the number of tea parties Pyro had thrown for him, or jobs Engie had really needed his help with that required suspiciously little effort but suspiciously long periods of time. He’d played round after round of cards with Demo and Solly and spent enough time helping with Medic’s doves that he could identify them all by name. Heavy had even taught him his coveted sandwich recipe, something that Jeremy had been asking about for years. The secret, it turned out, was that the sandwich contained no ham at all; instead, the meat was something Heavy called “Doctor’s Sausage”, specially imported from Russia.

That was the only thing that had managed to make Jeremy laugh all week.

Days seven and eight came and went, however, with no sign of Mick. Jeremy decided that he was just running late. Maybe his flight was delayed, or his van broke down. Those kinds of things happened every day. Mick would be back tomorrow; Jeremy was sure of it.

Day nine was agony. There was no battle scheduled, and the long hours wore on Jeremy’s nerves. By nine o’clock his brain was full to bursting, riddled with thoughts too sharp and quick to comprehend. It was a mercy, perhaps, that the hurricane in his head kept them from sinking in, but it was exhausting. And it was loud. So loud it hurt.

Jeremy sought out the one person who might be noisy enough to drown it out.

Soldier wasn’t being particularly loud when he found him, much to Jeremy’s dismay. The man was settled on the couch in the rec room, carefully stitching a white star the size of a baseball onto a mass of blue fabric and humming that jaunty little song they play at graduations. Solly quickly put him to work cutting stars out of white canvas and – much to Jeremy’s relief – launched into a very long and very loud lecture about some military guy from ancient Greece who had the bright idea to actually run at the enemy.

Jeremy definitely made more than fifty stars, but Solly never told him to stop. The two were silent for some time, focused as they were on their respective tasks. It was strangely calming, folding the little circles of fabric just right so he could make a star shape with only one cut.

After a while though, Jeremy’s thoughts wandered back to Mick. The quiet reminded him of lazy afternoons spent together in the camper, no sound between them but the quiet click clack of Mick’s knitting needles and the scraping of Jeremy’s pencils on paper. He’d look over from time to time and see Mick staring off into nothing, brows drawn together like storm clouds. Jeremy had long wondered what Mick was thinking about when he zoned out like that, but he was always too chicken to ask.

He tried not to think about how he might never get to.

“Where are ya, Mick?” Jeremy sighed to himself.

 “YOU SHOULD ASK SPY.”

“Wha-?” Jeremy dropped the scissors; He had almost forgotten Solly was there. “Why?”

“HE’S A SPY, THAT MAGGOT KNOWS EVERYTHING!” Soldier broke his thread with his teeth before continuing. “ALSO, I SAW HIM TALKING TO SNIPER BEFORE HE LEFT.”

“What the fuck, Solly? Why are ya only now bringin’ this up? Wait-” Jeremy shot to his feet. “Before? Like right frickin’ before?”

“AFFIRMATIVE. AT APPROXIMATELY 0600 HOURS I SAW SNIPER TALKING WITH SPY ON THE PORCH BEHIND THE BASE. AFTERWARDS, HE ENTERED HIS VEHICLE AND DROVE AWAY. UNAUTHORISED. IT WAS A DISGRACE! HE IS A DESERTER AND IF HE RETURNS, HE WILL BE SHOT! NO! A BULLET IS TOO GOOD FOR-”

Jeremy didn’t stay to hear the rest of Soldier’s rant.

“Spy!” Jeremy beat against the door with the side of his fist. “Open up! I know you’re in there!”

 “Go away, Jérémy.”

“No! Not until ya tell me what ya said to Mick! I know ya spoke to him last week. What the fuck did ya say?”

A moment passed and Jeremy swung his fist forward again. It connected with nothing.

Spy regarded him from the doorway with one eyebrow raised. He was dressed impeccably as always, but Jeremy thought he gave off an impression of dishevelment somehow. Maybe it was in the skin around his eyes more than in the drape of his suit. Maybe he was just getting old.

“Mon fils,” Spy said, as he often did. Jeremy had long ago decided it was an insult.

The runner shoved his way into Spy’s smoking room. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d been there, but it had certainly made an impression. Jeremy hated every square inch of it, gaudy and haunted-house-ish as it was. He hadn’t grown up poor exactly, but there were enough lean months littered throughout his childhood that this kind of brash display of wealth always pissed him off. That spark of anger only stoked the bonfire in his chest. Pyro would be so proud. “Did ya tell ‘im to leave? God, did you frickin’ pay him or somethin’?” Jeremy snatched the lapels of that precious ten-thousand-dollar suit. “Did ya hurt him? I swear to God I will fuckin’ end ya if you did.”

Jeremy was sick of surprises.  It felt like it’d been one earth-shattering revelation after another lately, and he was frickin’ over it. So of course, Spy had one more for him. It wasn’t even anything he said or did that knocked Jeremy off kilter: It was the pity in his eyes.

“He is unharmed.” The Frenchman spoke in a monotone, words slow and controlled. “But I owe you an apology nonetheless.” Spy took four precise steps toward his chair and sat in it. One gloved hand twitched toward the side table where his cigarettes lay, but he did not reach for them.

Jeremy did not move, but his eyes tracked Spy’s path across the room. All that fire had turned to brittle glass.

“I did speak to your copain,” Spy practically hissed that last word, but the spite seemed to leave him as quickly as it had arrived. “I had overheard part of your argument and thought to intervene. I did not realise you hadn’t told him about your… situation, and for that I am truly sorry.”

Bile rose in Jeremy’s throat. “Ya told him? Ya knew somehow and you fuckin’… How did ya know? Oh god you told him. He knows. He knows and he left.” He shook his head wildly, as if to loosen the tangle of thoughts there. Jeremy’s gaze caught again on the Frenchman, held upright and still in his velvet armchair. “He’s not coming back, is he?”

Spy just looked at him with those pitying eyes.

‘I’m gonna be sick, I-” Whatever Jeremy was about to say was lost in a tide of stench and vomit. He dropped to his knees heaving bile and tears and wheezing gasps into Spy’s fancy silk rug. Rage and shame and despair played tag in the cockles of his heart.

Eventually the flood petered out and Jeremy became aware of a hand rubbing circles into his back. Another began to tug him gently upright by the shoulder. It was unbearable; Jeremy swiped at it blindly. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me!”

He lurched haphazardly toward the door and wrenched it open, only to find the hall beyond crowded with six concerned mercenaries. Jeremy steadfastly avoided their eyes, even as he felt the weight of their gaze on him. Mercifully, no-one spoke.

Jeremy staggered forward, and the crowd parted. Hands reached out as if to touch him but stayed suspended in mid-air. He heard an intake of breath from someone, as if they were preparing to say something, and Jeremy felt every muscle in his body pull taut. His brain filled in the empty space.

Left all alone again. Poor unlovable little Jeremy. He can’t even get anyone to stand him, let alone love him.

He took three steps backwards, head shaking again from side to side.

Look at that pathetic little whore, all knocked up and getting fatter by the day. Won’t be able to run for much longer, and then what’ll he be good for? Nothing!

Jeremy was weeping again, great gasping sobs that shook his entire body.

He was really starting to think he could be a parent too. What kid would want him as a father? It’d beg for him to leave.

His teammates’ gaze felt like molten lead. Jeremy was embarrassed to be seen like this, fresh from the mess he’d made on Spy’s floor.

He was embarrassed to be so exposed, to have so clearly displayed the weakness he’d been hiding away for so long.

Hell, he was embarrassed to be seen at all.

So Jeremy did the one thing he did best: he ran.

And his feet beat a steady rhythm to the Respawn Machine.

[coulsonlives]

Omg, the pregnancy thing in Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is not it

[captainbragd]

happy mayternity, have some BIG mama dalia doodles I've made this week =w=/

PSST check out my Mayternity YCHs if thats what you're into

[cartoonscientist]

trans mascs (and anyone else uncomfortable with the implications) should be allowed to call birth control medication “menstrual abatement” or “menstrual cessation”, because like, even if you are sexually active with penis-havers, the name is kind of misleading; it sounds like pitocin or some hormone you would take to prevent going into labor, like if anything it should be called “egg control” but that’s a fucking hilarious phrase that makes me think of Chicken Run or some shit

[fridka]

Inktober day 4 dodge

I am… really happy with how this one turned out to be honest

Say hi to Alastair. Hi Alastair! All you need to know about him is that he’s a piece of shit

[nynehells]

What is OTC birth control and what does the approval mean? 0:

On the ground level, this means that now there is an infinitely more accessible, and less invasive, means of obtaining hormonal birth control for AFaB's in the US!

The BC that was approved is a generic of the mini-pill and simply uses only Progestin. It is the easiest one to manage. It is expected to be in stores in early 2024 - so, soon!!! We all benefit greatly from this in a lot of ways.

This is a very positive move during a time where reproductive rights are actively under fire. The FDA is giving the OK for anyone of reproductive age to obtain, which is huge, because teenagers can keep themselves safe without interference, or even test it out to see if it is the right option for them before seeking expensive medical advice. Historically, the risk of unintended pregnancies goes down dramatically when Hormonal BC is widely available.

My dad grilled me and judged me hard when I asked my mom about birth control around age 12/13. It made me feel disgusting, like I was doing something wrong, and I cried when he sternly asked if I was planning on having sex. I was seeking the pill because I had been experiencing menorrhagia since the age of 9, lol. I know that my experience is not universal, but there are more people out there who have absolutely been shamed for seeking hormonal BC, or even, shamed out of obtaining hormonal BC by their family. Doctors also have the capacity to inappropriately practice bias against allowing patients to obtain birth control, like when I faced heavy resistance from my first OB/GYN.

I am excited to see a brighter future for young people seeking reproductive care early enough in life to understand it, and take steps to use these tools to mitigate a diverse array of health and safety risks that often arise for them. Birth Control can prevent and manage a lot more conditions than just an unwanted pregnancy, after all!

[pronoun-note]

Ok but imagine how conflicted Light would be if he was carrying L’s baby after he died

Sorry for putting him through even more suffering but.. cmon. Imagine.