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softbutchvodkasoup · 7 months ago
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Ugggggggghhhhhhhh.
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valueinn · 4 years ago
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my mom just told me the my therapist must be doing something wrong bc i’m still such a pain to deal with on a day to day basis <3
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daredussy · 5 years ago
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I think tumblr ate the ask I sent telling you you’re an awesome person and you is valid and kind and talented and amazing artist
it did, but tysm cowboy 💛💛
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cham-chammity · 3 years ago
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Mpreg BlitzStrike Prompt Request
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Striker woke up to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom, followed by a frustrated groan. He looked over at the clock, seeing it was only 6:30 in the morning. Blitz's morning sickness was getting worse. While they were both pretty early risers, waking up to be puking your guts out--or hearing your lover go through such--certainly wasn't the most pleasant thing.
Letting out a heaved sigh, Striker dragged himself out of bed as he trudged towards the bathroom. Offering a slight knock he cracked the door open, seeing the red imp lazily draped across the floor in exhaust. Offering a small, sad smile, he knelt down next to Blitz.
"Mornin' darlin', howya feelin'? Other than the morning sickness of course."
"Don't ever let me eat two and a half bags of salt and vinegar chips with three cups of orange juice before bed again."
Offering a slight chuckle in response, Striker placed a hand on his mate's stomach. "Hopefully your habit of eatin' junk food will make our little one want to only eat real food."
"Ha! Not a chance. I'll make sure they have lots of milkshakes and oreos every Tuesday and Friday for lunch."
Striker raised an eyebrow. "That's oddly specific. Now, why don't we feed ya and the baby somethin' more healthy?"
Smiling, Blitz stood up (with the help of Striker) and they both walked towards the kitchen.
"Hmmm, black coffee sounds reaaalllyyy nice right about now," Blitz suggested as he sat at the kitctchen table.
"You? Black coffee? Without sugar or creamer?"
"That's what I said."
"Alrighty then."
Blitz sat in thought for a moment. "Guess I kinda lost my sweet-tooth ever since you knocked me up." The red imp let off his signature grin.
Playfully rolling his eyes, Striker proceeded to make their morning coffee.
"Y'know, I'm not even that far in and my feet are already killing me."
"It's 'cause you sit like a vulture perched on your toes on a dead tree ready to hurl out whatever rotting carcass you shoved down your throat."
Blitz let out a loud cackle at this. "What?? It's a gay thing! You don't do it too?"
"A'course not. I'd rather not snap my feet in half. 'Sides, you won't be able to sit in your creative postions for long as the baby gets bigger." Blitz offered no response to this, he only sat and observed his lover finish up brewing their coffee.
Striker walked over and sat down next to Blitz, handing him a mug while taking a sip from his own.
"You got quiet, Blitz."
"I'm thinking."
"About what?"
"Why does our kid have to grow up in Hell? I mean, it's the worst place possible. It's a shithole here." Striker frowned at his mate's sudden wave of anxiety.
The taller imp placed a hand on Blitz's shoulder. "It'll have us, darlin'."
"I know, I know. But... our kid will have to deal with the shitty sinners, the demon traffickers, the yearly exterminations, and we have a business we have to run--"
"Whoah, whoah, whoah, slow down, you're overthinkin' again Blitz," Striker gave the red imp a concerned look. "I know it'll be rough. But you and I will be great parents, love. We'll teach the little one how to manage. We already make a great team, Blitz. I'm sure we'll be just as good with protecting and raising our kid. Together."
Blitz leaned in and passionately kissed Striker, catching him completely off gaurd. The western imp melted into the kiss and pulled Blitz in close. After parting for air they pressed their forheads together.
"We will be the most dangerous beings in Hell," Blitz took Striker's hands and placed them on his belly with his own. "Together."
Striker kissed his lover once again, followed by bending down to kiss their future mini imp to be.
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Aaaaand done. Sorry annon it's not one of my best fics but it was nice to give it a try 😼 And please feel free to send in any more requests/headcannons ya'll have!! (Ngl the mpreg Blitz thing is actually kinda cute and maybe starting to grow on me ;-;)
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