#does this count as an mpreg?

[silverbackwolf14]

A visit from the stork.

These bitches should NOT have kids.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 218

“Moom, there’s yellow-eyed creeps fighting ninjas outside the window again!” 

Danny sighed, taking a deep breath- in for ten, out for eight- as he set the pot he was cleaning back in the sink. Dan- currently six- came running in from the living room of the apartment, where he was watching TV. Or he should have been if not for the bullshit outside. 

He sighed again, picking up baby Ellie- currently closer to two- out of her highchair (even if she could just float out) and let his oldest drag him to the window. Sure enough, another fight was happening, with no vigilante in sight stopping it. Look, he knew most people didn’t live here, but it was still rude. 

“Jordan, remember how I told you how violence isn’t always the answer?” Danny asked sweetly, Dan’s expression shifting to a wicked grin as he opened the window. “Feel free to practice tossing some fireballs while I clean up your sister, yeah?” 

Ah, the sweet sound of surprised cursing and startled ecto-signatures. Maybe they’d be polite enough to take their spar elsewhere. 

[lgbtlunaverse]

Considering wwx's canonical breeding kink and his general fondness for dubiously safe scientific experiments it is technically within the realm of possibility that a few years post-canon he just invents cultivation hrt and transition surgery by accident.

He just rocks up to a cultivation conference one day 5 months pregnant like "I turned my body into that of a woman! Yeah the boobs too we travel a lot and don't want a wetnurse. I'll reverse it in two years or so." And every single trans person and egg in the culivation world simultaneously sits up and goes "wait what?"

Imperical to understand that wwx still fully identifies as a cis man and does not know trans people exist. He did not know he was gay while actively being in gay love, this man is very smart but he doesn't know shit. Just a few weeks after the conference people start coming over like "hey... that thing you did... can you do that to me?" and he's like damn sure are a lot of dudes who wanna get pregnant. One day a "female" cultivator comes and is like "so you said you're going to reverse it... you think you can do that on a body that's already female? Turn my body into a man's body?" And he just goes well probably, let's find out!! It's so great all these people wanna help him perfect his techniques, isn't it lan zhan?

Years later they run into one of the trans women he first helped and doesn't even recognise her as she's thanking him and after the clarification just goes "wow! haha damn you're even wearing women's clothes! Should I start calling you guniang?" sort of as a joke but she's like yes please and he just says alright nice to see you again ma'am (still doesn't get it)

[toffeebrews]

LAST JOKE ABOUT THIS TRUST 🙏

Edit: pretend like I didn't forget Killer's soul the first time.

[boldlygreatsuit]

I knowwww angel is a boy so this is impossible buttt I’ve always love those stories where a couple is separated and reunited only for the dad to find out that his partner is heavily pregnant and they’re gonna have a baby. So what if Angel gets redeemed only to find out his pregnant and ends up giving up heaven in order to return to hell and live with husk, how cute would that be

Plus it’s fun to draw the little baby, she looks like a ball of raspberry cotton candy lol

[vigarioamelia]

i have come to realize that elden ring's lore really do spin around the fact that

there are absolutely NO room for blonde twinks in the lands between

they're either dead or going through Something™ or devoured by some weird shit or actually not blonde (*looks at marika*) or maybe blonde but afraid to admit so (*looks at marika*) or fucking trapped in another dimension or WORSE

[ancientpersacom]

Greek mythology had a heap of weird magic births and I think y’all are missing the opportunity to explore that in your AUs so here’s mine.

[twistedjackalope]

I found some old pencil sketches from when I first read The Troop 🪱🪱

At the time I was doing some anatomical research for my wendigo creature and Shelley was the perfect one to practice on ~

Low-key wanna redraw some of these

[mid-atlanticridge]

This is a print of two drawings I did ages ago. I call it Annunci… ation.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 289

While Bruce was lost in time, he made a Deal. 

He doesn’t exactly mention it to his family when he comes back- he was more than a little busy trying to figure out what he missed, where his children were, what the fuck had even happened. Besides, he’d put it in the report that he’d encountered some sort of primordial time being- even if he was still investigating that on his down time. 

So he thinks he can be forgiven for forgetting to mention anything until Clark drops a cup while staring at him with a pale expression and shakily asks why there’s a second, slower heartbeat in his chest. He just also wishes it wasn’t in the middle of a League meeting. 

[therottenkingsreckoning]

Right, we're actually doing this.

I'm super nervous posting something like this, but with the encouragement of friends I feel ready to share with y'all the first chapter of this Franklydear mpreg fluff-fic I've been writing! Might post more chapters if reception to this one turns out to be good, but for now, have this!

~Little Flame, Chapter 1~

It began on a day like any other. That's when Frank first began to notice it anyway. He woke slowly, morning light streaming in from a crack in the blinds directly into his face. Combined with the strange coiling pain inside their gut, it made being awake on this particular morning rather unpleasant. Sensing his lover's stirring, Eddie tried to pull them close, but the same awful pain made Frank pull away.

Of course, that definitely woke the man up. Frank was never one to refuse the morning cuddles of his husband, in fact he cherished them more than anything else. "You feeling alright love?" Eddie asked, the rumble of sleep mixed with gentle and loving concern in his voice.

"Mm, s-sorry dear, " Frank said, sitting up and gently rubbing the sore spot in his stomach. "I feel a little nauseous right now. Don't know why."

"Nauseous?" Eddie was wide awake now, sitting up himself and looking worriedly at his partner. "Was it something you ate maybe? I hope my cooking's not that bad." The last line was added with a dry and awkward chuckle, clearly hoping to lighten the mood they'd woken up to a little bit.

"No! No, those were delicious," Frank assured him quickly, thinking back to the tacos his husband had made last night. Eddie really was an excellent cook, though the stress of his job often left him with little energy for such things. It was a treat to be enjoyed whenever he did have time to cook. Unfortunately for Frank though, thinking about food at the moment was a bad idea.

With a surge and squeeze of their insides, Frank was sent leaping off the bed, rushing into the bathroom just in time to throw up in the sink. Staring weakly up at his reflection, a sorry sight met them- bleary eyed, hair still in tangles, mouth wet with drool and leftover puke. What did Eddie even find appealing about such a wreck? Why would anyone look at this and not want to vomit themselves?

The pain had begun to subside, fading into a dullish ache in his lower gut, but they still inexplicably felt like he wanted to cry. What was with them right now? Pushing the irrational feelings down for the moment, he turned just in time to see the sheepish face of Eddie poking through the bathroom door. "Now I know that ain't right," he said with genuine worry. "You're clearly sick Frankie, I really hope it wasn't me that caused it."

That got the floodgates open on Frank's emotions. How much he loved and was loved by this man! Such simple gestures of care might as well have been heroic acts in their mind right now, and he almost reached to embrace and kiss him. But then, remembering the taste of bile on his lips, they turned back to brush their teeth quickly, a toothbrush-munching smile thrown his way around the drying tears.

"If's pr'lly jus' flu," Frank said.

Eddie was clearly not yet convinced (and more than little bit confused by this point) but some more gentle reassurance convinced him to leave it be for the moment. It probably was just a case of the flu, it was the right season for it.

Once they'd finally shooed the man off on his work route with promises to rest and recover, Frank fell onto the living room couch, finally allowing himself to feel the full extent of the sudden pain. Their back was killing him since they'd woken up this morning, and the peristent throbbing pain of his guts had shifted into their womb. That part felt reassuringly familiar. Maybe it was caused in part by his period starting again. He was due for one soon.

Actually...they were overdue.

The thought struck him like an arrow to the chest. The nausea, the cramps, the weird mood swings...the missed period. Could he be...

Shaking slightly, Frank's hands raked through his messy morning hair, tangling it further as they held his head steady and fought the urge to throw up yet again.

You don't know that's the case, they chastised himself, It...it could be the flu, like you said. Or a hormone imbalance.

But what if he was pregnant? How would the two take care of children? Did Eddie even want them? Frank certainly wasn't opposed to the idea, but it had always been in the abstract, "one day" vibes, not it actually happening!

Slowly, they forced himself to breathe and calm their swirling mind. I need to think about this logically, he thought.

There was really only one way of knowing for sure, of course. He'd need to buy a test from Howdy's shop. But he couldn't do that. The mere idea was agony. Frank wasn't out to most of the neighbors, at least not in regards to his sex. Julie knew, of course, she'd been there since before their transition, helped get him their first dose of T and worked odd jobs to pay for his top surgery. And Eddie knew. He definitely knew all that by now. As far as the others were aware though, Frank might as well have been AMAB. It was none of their business anyway.

But now it seemed, one more would have to be made aware. If I'm not I can finally relax and be sick, Frank told himself, steeling themselves for the journey. And if I am...

What would they even do? How would they possibly take care of a child, the responsibilities, the stress? And before they even got to that, the idea of birthing one! The pain and stress and mess of it! That was-

"Meow."

Frank looked up suddenly from where they'd curled up on the couch, eyes still speckled with the anxious tears as they met the soft black face of Bacon, their cat. Behind her, brothers Egg and Cheese soon followed, seemingly drawn to comfort their nervous parent. Or maybe they just wanted him to feed them. Whatever the reason, he was grateful they were there. Anything to get their mind off things.

Gently patting and kissing each, Frank stumbled to their feet and wandered into the kitchen for food, both his own and the cats'. The trip to Howdy's would happen, it had to. But maybe not yet.

[briandraws]

Mildly suggestive? Idk dawg its mpreg

I had the funniest DW run today and me and my friend are making a comic about it now

[blurryvision-and-spiralmarks]

⚠️CW! Implied Mpreg⚠️

Not exactly how it happens in the story, but I think Michael would be proud of itself regardless.

[biblicallyaccuratepigeons]

I just thought of what it'd be like if Ford and Bill had kids (since the last ships I was into into were cishet) and then I remembered that Ford probably can't get pregnant.

[roundrabbit]

some egg preg doodles just for funsies

[misc-obeyme]

Hi! How are you? 🐍

I was thinking about Lucifer and the birth of Satan and all of a sudden my brain started Lucifer pregnant. Like, a round belly, mood swings, sudden cravings for food.

He could wake me up at three in the morning demanding strawberries and I'd go and get them for him without hesitation. I'd bring him strawberries, a strawberry plant, a ton of strawberries. I would fight "Father" in a duel without the slightest hesitation to bring him even one strawberry.

I will totally let him be my fussy, demanding prince throughout the pregnancy. I will be the best pregnancy partner for him. I'll hunt down his brothers to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid and let him rest while he's carrying baby and I'll stop Diavolo giving him too much work.

Besides, I'm sure Diavolo wouldn't give him too much work, he'd be too busy being as in love with his wonderful, magnificent pregnant Lucifer. He'd probably give her the most expensive things for him and the baby, and Lucifero would have the best doctor in Devildom to monitor pregnancy.

Then, I'd worry about him. After all, he's the avatar of pride. He'd probably want to have the most perfect pregnancy ever. He might take the morning sickness, fatigue and hypersensitivity that often accompany pregnancy as a personal failure.

-^^

CW: pregnancy

Hello there, ^^ anon!

Wow like Lucifer isn't annoying enough normally lol. It's a good thing he didn't have to go through all of that to have Satan. He wouldn't have anyone to take care of him at that time, so I think it would've been rough.

I kinda see Lucifer being super stoic about it. Like pretending that he's perfectly fine because for him such things are easy and simple. He wouldn't want anyone to see him struggle in any way. He wouldn't want to be dependent on anyone, either.

But assuming that you have already broken down his walls, I think Lucifer would reluctantly allow you to care for him. But only because it's you. I see him scolding Diavolo if he made a fuss lol.

I think you'd really have your work cut out for you trying to keep him happy while also keeping his brothers from doing anything too crazy. Though perhaps they would chill out for his sake.

I love how you would be so caring. Lucifer couldn't ask for better than someone willing to fight Father for a strawberry. 🥹