#love it when the french are losing
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#riqui puig#marco reus#la galaxy#i barely know this kid but i would kill for him#im totally invested in his and marcos relationship#marco: this is my son#me: no this is OUR son#its not just their world its their galaxy babyyyy#also watching the highlights of the game and was like wait is that lloris?? is that giroud???#love it when the french are losing#+
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this is exactly how the LYTD Vocoder Tests recording session went probably
#i regret nothing x#hello daft punk fam#lytd vocoder tests my beloved#when the sesh gets hot and the robots start singing in french am i right#lose yourself to dance#LYTD Vocoder Tests#i love that we live in a world where daft punk released this to the public#thank you merci merci beacoup#daft punk#random access memories#robots
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ten in the journey’s end makes me so goddamn mad…rose punched through MULTIPLE dimensions, tracked you through all of time and space, single-handedly saved Donna while you were doing fuck all in a market, gave EVERYTHING to find you again and ALL. SHE. WANTS. IS. FOR. YOU. TO. LOOK AT HER!! WHY WON’T YOU LOOK AT HER ITS ROSE!! ITS THE HEART OF YOUR HEARTS!! YOU COULD EACH DIE ANY SECOND NOW HOW MANY YEARS HAVE YOU SPENT WISHING YOU ACTED SOONER HOW MANY YEARS HAS SHE WAITED FOR YOU, BURNED HOLES IN THE UNIVERSE FOR YOU AND YOU’RE STILL! LOOKING! AWAY!
#WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE HUGGING HER??? FRENCH THAT GIRL!!!!#MARTHA WAS MORE EXCITED TO SEE HER THAN YOU!!!#somehow stephen moffat returned….#we really need to explore what the fuck would have happened if the metacrisis ten never existed bc WHAT was he going to do about her…#they were all alone inside davros’s little cave. just the two of them. and every glance she gives him is so full of love and care.#and he can’t look back. why can’t he look back#what happened.#what happened to if I believe in anything I believe in her what happened to how long will you stay with me#what happened to the way he looked at her on Christmas Eve as they charted out the stars#WHAT HAPPENED!!!!#the entire arc of doctor Who from seasons ONE to four has been that Rose Tyler is the center of the Doctor’s universe#one touch from her reanimates him he’d bend worlds for her he couldn’t save the world but lose her#she looks into the time vortex and rearranges time and space for him he kisses her and saves her and saves her and saves her#when he loses her he FALLS APART#he spends 12 episodes descending into literal suicidal madness for GRIEF of losing her#and then he gets her back.#SHE comes back#SHE defies the laws of UNIVERSES to get back to him#AND HE DOESNT !! LOOK !! BACK!!#im losing my mind#doctor who#rose tyler#tenrose#timepetals#tenth doctor#10th doctor
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Watching the ludwig v etoiles bro vs bro vod from yesterday and oughhhh man i just love etoiles so much
I’ve talked about his steadfast personal code of being an Honorable Fighter in minecraft pvp/rp before but that’s literally Just Who He Is as a person. No matter how competitive or ‘sweaty’ etoiles can be he’s so committed to always always always having a fair game. Not only in the sense of everyone having a even chance at winning but also in that he always wants everyone to be equally enjoying themselves
Man. he’s such an incredible team player even when it’s the person he’s going directly against in a 1v1
Bonus Weed Lee
#etoiles#he’s suchhhhh a good hype man and making sure no one feels bad#you could tell during the valo match ludwig was fumbling from losing his cool and doubting himself but etoiles made sure the entire time he#didnt start spiraling#also watching etoiles win over ludwigs chat in real time was so awesome#like. okay how could someone NOT immediately fall in love with the funny french guy#side note-#funniest bit for me was the chess bit when etoiles just. lied about being extremely good at chess and you could just see the light drain#from ludwigs eyes
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Reading German and Italian fics auto-translated in English with Google Translate, from two different fandoms, is interesting. I have a better level in Italian than German (should be the contrary but I learned German at school 25 years ago and Italian in 2021 so... yeah) so I can switch between the original version and the translated one when the translation is strange to check the original text and see what I understand of it (very often, the translation is way too literal or it extrapolates like mad. Very strange).
Google definitely translates German more “stiffly” than Italian. I don’t know if it’s more about the writing style in German in general, or just the writers’ styles even, but in Italian>English, things are flowing a little more.
The common thing is how it mixes pronouns/articles. With Italian, it’s quite understandable but it also shows the limits of the AI. And they’re low in this case. In Italian, you can not use articles when you know who you’re talking about, if it makes sense in context. So in a fic full of male characters, clearly depicted as “he” or “him” and other gendered articles several times, Google still replaces the “missing” articles in English by “she” or “her” when two male characters are interacting. It never replaces both by “she”, though, it’s always one of the guys... So many mlm romantic scenes becomes het scenes and it’s a NO.
It also happens with translated German. I’ll need to check the original versions when it happens but it’s really weird when there’s no female characters at all in a short oneshot, not even mentioned once, and the male characters are written several times as “he”. Where do the female references come from in the translation? Or is Google Translate trained primarily on het content...
#tatort#tatort saarbrücken#suburra#on reading fics in a language you don't master yet#2023 is not my year i'm sick all the time; even my dog is sick#but i have fics to keep me company when my head leaves me alone for 5 minutes#i love languages but i'm slowly losing my ability to learn because my brain is frying#also i'm still supposed to learn dutch but...yeah#i should try translating the fics in french but reading smut in french is cringe fest#i can't do that anymore
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devastating: the feminist essay didnt actually watch the movie
#read 2 essays abt paris texas because i was trying to understand the argument against it#post answers any questions u may have abt the essays#its not a feminist film no but it is in fact far from misogynistic. huzzah#the main problem is people watch it and go 'what the fuck this man is so shitty why are we supposed to agree with him' when the movie tells#you many times that you are not supposed to agree with him#also both of them said we are 'manipulated into empathising with him' which is how all stories work#you are told how to feel about a character through contexts theyre shown in. this is how you tell a story#and if its a good story they dont point at it and say 'this one was bad' they let you decipher that for urself#spoilers (u should watch it its a Great movie) but ur not supposed to think hunter going back to mum is good. they tell you this twice#explicitly through the women of the film. (the french lady so afraid of losing him and loves him so much. and the og mum finally able to#move on from the horrific life experiences she had from aged 17-18 told through her monologue. like come on. watch the movie)
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Today’s Joe Iconis Christmas Extravaganza clip is the devastatingly French Thérèse Neige-Noire (played by @hellojacks ) singing a depressed rendition of “Hard Candy Christmas” featuring Mr. Macabee (played by @juliamat) and our Hot Candy dancers in costumes by @bren_bash. The most extravagant cure for the holiday blues? Cellophane and legs and appropriately prescribed anti-depressants!
#lose it at the devastatingly french accent & not ready for the fuckin concertina or w/e to kick in like oh my god lmfaooo#getting an abs workout by partway through the first refrain as per usual and i've only just noticed the way she's holding 4 cigarettes dlsj#was wondering ''how do we transition from hard candy to hot candy?'' like this is the extravaganza cmon you say it & do it; is how!!!#the range of the hard candy christmas sequence....afaik Plotwise at least for; say; this half of the history of now 13 xmas shows; the#thread is [after the terrible memory of xmas past flashback; mister macabee is introduced; the song is to cheer joe up]#but like this year we have hot candy; last year we have the audience members passed out real hard candies to unwrap together when prompted#during an Especially Quiet Moment Of The Song; think that went for the 11th show too b/c will/melvin had damp paper towels & hard candies#in his duane reade bag. & looks like perhaps that year the krampus was part or all of the [fellow singers along w/mister macabee]#you've had the delights of it being sung by cindy lou who ft. the belly button puppeteers. go further back there's [cue the one video like#hell yeah look it's the source of that one photo of will as officer rossi the christmas burglar along seth eliser] lol & the choreo....#meanwhile also as much video julia mattison mister macabee as one's had yet!!#joe iconis christmas extravaganza#mister macabee#love the eyeholes. the shading on that hot werther's original label
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not gonna lie i'm on day 11 of this "absolutely no fucking sugar i mean not even the sugar in milk or avocados sugar" diet and buds I am going a little insane
#text#I WANT BROWNIE#i dont DESERVE THIS#I LOVE FOOD#chronic illness#but then i eat an avocado and all my joints light up like fire and 😭😭😭#i miss bread i miss fruit i miss pastries and baklava and CHEESE and BEANS and#IM FUCKING SICK OF MEAT AND KALE#im going on 6 months of this shit and i dont deserve this#it's been SEVEN MONTHS of trouble shooting on my own waiting for this damn doctor's appointment and im FUCKING TIRED#my gp thinks im crazy and im fucking losing it. i want to eat ice cream i want to eat a fucking burger with a bun and french fries.#MELTDOWN.#xylitol does not taste good and it makes my stomach hurt#IM SICK OF THIS SHIT GRANDPA#THE PANTS I MADE didn't fit after a month went by#i've lost 30lbs and I now weigh as much as I did in MIDDLE SCHOOL. when i was on swim team and had a 2.5 hr PE course every week day.#THIS SHIT SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!#im tired all the damn time.#at least my joints dont hurt anymore. and my skin is calming down. but goddamn.
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I'm so not ready for the Arthur/Hubi match 😥
#Hubi against ugo almost killed me#I can't lose another of my French boys - the last one!#i love Hubi but aaaaaaaaaaah#i'm way too patriotic when it comes to sports fr#arthur cazaux#hubert hurkacz#australian open#tennis
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anyway whatever.
im edging him
#kinda wish i could lose my streak already. im bored#but like i srsly gotta force myself to do this stuff more. it makes me Feel Good when i Do Things#augh i. may switch from swedish to french. cause i cant do both at the same time and french makes more sense for me#for. multiple reasons. mostly just me being In Love With This One Guy nd wanting to follow him to the end of this earth.#<- something something about shields. hi guys did anyone else here not make it to spring#or is it just me and those two weird larpers#voidcore.txt
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the weird thing about me is. english is my first language
#random thoughts#and yet it is very strange when i speak it. i mean. i'm not any better at anything else !!#slowly losing my french as the school i go to has me take. half of my classes in english (':#even though this is. france. i mean. it's got different language sections and such. three#though at my primary school. french was the “primary language”#and then we could all take a second language. a choice between english. german. and polish#(hey look it's lore about moi.)#anyway. chose english. was essentially the best in my class. received incredibly high grades and “exceeding expectations!”#now i am on tumblr procrastinating an assignment that defines my entire biology grade for the semester. lovely pipeline
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obsessed | oscar piastri
summary: in which oscar, your boyfriend, is obsessed with franco, your ex
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no because imagine their reactions when genshin dads felt their baby kick for the first time, i'd be crying imagine the 'i made this' or 'omgomgomgomg' reactions
no because i had to write it. thanks anon ♡♡
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒
and they feel their babies kicks for the first time.
pairing: dad & husband! alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, kaedehara kazuha, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley + heizou x fem! reader
cw: original characters, slightly ooc to fit the plot, domesticity, fluff. pregnant reader. use of endearment names; arabic, japanese, farsi & french terms. approximately 4.1k words. not beta-read.
reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡
Alhaitham
The first time you and your husband felt your baby moving was in the comfort of your home. The soft glow radiating from the fireplace cast swirling shadows on the walls, highlighting the warm and inviting space. You and Alhaitham were snuggled comfortably in your favorite reading nook—an old leather armchair adorned with pillows and a thick-knitted blanket. You made yourself comfortable in his lap, with your back resting against his chest, while one of your husband's muscular arms cradled you tenderly.
As reading was a crucial part in your married life, every night you and Alhaitham found yourselves sharing stories. This time, you narrated aloud an ancient legend to Alhaitham and the baby in your womb. The tale’s language, despite being dead and little known, was not foreign to him. In fact, the scribe delighted in the tales whispered in your serene and melodic voice.
“According to the desert dwellers, the world was once ruled by a king named Al-Ahmar,” you began, your tone carrying a sense of mystery, “a king of warriors, horticulturists, and sages. He controlled the winds that whistled through the desert, the dunes turned bright silver by the moonlight, and the thousand and one Jinn that hid in the night and the calls of owls.”
Although he already knew the story very well, Alhaitham listened to you attentively—the subtle glow of affection in his eyes watching you lovingly as his thumb traced circles on your waist in a comforting gesture.
As your voice continued to flow, a subtle yet distinct vibration occurred within your being, making you pause reading for a moment. Your eyes widened in surprise as the realization hit you, drawing a loud sigh from you.
“‘Haitham,” you said, voice shaking slightly with emotion, “I think… I think the baby just moved.”
Your husband's eyes widened briefly before a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He placed a hand on your belly and his baby's little feet stretching your skin were felt under his palm. It was a feeling that filled him with warmth, love, and joy.
“It's the first time?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper and his warm hand still under your belly.
You nodded, your eyes shining in pure happiness. “Yes, it is.”
Alhaitham's smile widened, and he gently stroked your belly with a reverent touch. “It’s extraordinary,” he said softly. “Our little one is already making his presence known.”
You rested your head on his shoulder, and together, you savored the intimate moment. The book remained forgotten for now, overshadowed by the miraculous reality you were experiencing.
In the peaceful comfort of your home, surrounded by the warmth of love and the promise of the future, you shared a precious moment of connection that would be treasured forever.
Cyno
The soft, golden light of twilight filtered through the trees of the Avidya Forest as Cyno and you walked back home after a visit to Tighnari.
Although the forest guard was against the idea of seeing his very pregnant friend moving excessively and unnecessarily across the Sumerian plains, Tighnari knew that going against your stubbornness was a losing battle. Therefore, he ended up welcoming both you and your husband warmly into his dwelling.
When you finally said goodbye after a day full of conversations and delicacies cooked by Collei, the birds were already back in their nests, and the serene environment of the forest was a welcome backdrop—although Cyno could see the exhaustion etched into your face. The weight of your growing babies seemed to be taking an increasing toll.
Cyno supported you as you walked, his arm around your waist. “You look tired. Let’s take it slow,” he said gently.
You nodded, your hand resting on your stomach. “It's just... The twins' weight is a little overwhelming today. I’m more fatigued than I expected.”
You walked slowly for a few more minutes until you arrived at an abandoned cabin nestled in the heart of the forest. Cyno helped you inside, guiding you to a comfortable seat by the window, where the soft light of the setting sun bathed the empty room in a warm glow.
As you settled into the chair, you shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a more relaxing position, although all you got in response was a dull pain shooting down your spine. A resigned sigh left your lips as you just accepted the situation you were in and waited for the discomfort to pass.
It was when your husband left the room to get something that could help with your relief that you felt a strange, soft vibration in your belly. It was as if butterflies were swirling inside you, bringing you a feeling of strangeness but delight. When you realized what it was really about, your eyes widened in surprise.
“What's the matter? Something wrong?” Cyno asks with concern visible in his expression.
“I think the babies are moving.”
Cyno’s face immediately lit up in excitement, and he approached you, kneeling in your front. His hands were hesitant to touch your stomach and he looked at you. “Can I...?” he asked softly.
You smiled widely and nodded, placing his hand on the spot where you felt the movement. “Of course you can, hayati. You should be able to feel them now.”
Cyno closed his eyes briefly as he felt the small kicks and rhythmic changes beneath his palm. His expression softened into one of admiration and tenderness. “This is incredible,” he murmured. “They are already so active.”
“Tell me about it,” you say with a slight chuckle, “Now it is explained why I’ve been going to the toilet so much the last few days. These little jackals have been squeezing my poor bladder.”
Cyno laughs along with you. However, his eyes were still mesmerized by your belly, his hands lovingly following his children's movements.
At that moment, the world around Cyno didn't seem to exist. It was just him, you, and your babies. You shared a quiet, intimate moment, your connection with your unborn children deepening. The forest outside was peaceful, but inside the cabin, the air was filled with a palpable sense of joy and anticipation.
Kaedehara Kazuha
The sun shone high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the peaceful meadow where Kazuha and his family were enjoying the day. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees, their whispers blending harmoniously with the gentle melody of nature. Kazuha sat against a large oak tree with you resting your head in his lap, eyes closed in contentment.
Kazuha's fingers skillfully traced patterns on a windblown leaf, his serene expression a testament to his deep connection to the natural world. Your three-year-old son, Kazumi, ran around the field happily, his laughter mixing with the rustling of the grass as he played with a small wooden toy.
You, with your belly softly rounded with your second child, sighed softly—contentment evident in your relaxed posture. You placed your hands gently on your stomach, stroking it absently.
“I think she’s finally awake,” you murmured.
Kazuha's eyes softened as he looked at you. Until that day Kazuha had never witnessed his unborn daughter moving in your womb. The baby always seemed to be too sleepy to recognize her father's constant presence. “Is that so?”
Before you could nod, a precise kick hit the area above your navel. Your eyes widened at the force of the action, but an ironic laugh soon followed. “Absolutely. Looks like someone woke up to say hi to Papa.”
Kazuha's heart filled with an abundance of emotions. He carefully moved his hand to your belly feeling his little girl's rhythmic kicks. To him, the sensation was delicate, like the wings of a butterfly brushing his palm.
Kazumi, noticing that his parents seemed to be engrossed in something else, staggered towards you with wide curious eyes. He climbed into your thighs and his small hands also rested on your rounded belly. “What is it, ‘Kaa-chan?”
You smile gently, extending your hand to guide the boy's little ones to where the baby is moving. “It’s your little sister, Zumi. She’s saying hello.”
Kazumi's face lit up with wonder as he laid his head on his mother's belly, his little ears pressed against the gentle movements inside. His eyes widened in fascination as he felt the gentle, rhythmic kicks. “I can feel it! Kiki is saying hi!”
Kazuha watched the scene unfold with a soft smile, his heart full at seeing the pure excitement on Kazumi's face and the deep love in his wife's eyes. The night air was filled with peaceful harmony, his family united in this simple yet profound moment of connection and anticipation.
The sun continued to rise, bathing them in a warm, golden light that seemed to celebrate the new life they were eagerly awaiting. As Kazumi continued to listen to his sister's small movements, Kazuha gently brushed away his wife's hair, his pale fingers lingering on your cheek with a tender caress.
“I love you more than anything in this world. Thank you for making me the happiest and most complete man, my love.”
Kaveh
Kaveh stood in the middle of the room that would soon belong to his daughter, his eyes scanning every corner with a mix of determination and excitement. Samples of wallpaper, fabrics, and paint were scattered around him, along with sketches of various design ideas.
“I was thinking about using pastel colors,” he began, turning to you who was sitting in the only armchair in the empty room. “Soft tones of pink, yellow, and green. They are calming and will create a serene and peaceful environment for her. And look at this,” he took out a sample of fabric, holding it up for you to see and touch. It felt smooth against your fingers. “This is perfect for the curtains. It’s light and airy, and will let in just the right amount of sunlight.”
You watched him with a warm smile, allowing your husband to express his desires and thoughts openly, feeling your heart swell with love. “That sounds wonderful, azizam,” you add softly.
Kaveh continued, now walking a little and gesturing as he spoke. “I also want to incorporate some interactive elements. Maybe a mobile above her crib with small animals that move gently. Ah! And we could have a wall with different textures for her to explore as she grows. It’s important to stimulate her senses from an early age.”
As he spoke, you couldn't help but be amused by his reactions, also enjoying seeing this more relaxed yet excited side coming from him. Even though Kaveh considered your opinion as important as his ideas, you loved seeing the dedication the architect put into his designs—and when it came to something as intimate as creating his daughter's nursery, it was to be expected that his passion displayed twice as much.
As he spoke happily, you listened to him in tender silence, but there was a strange feeling bubbling up inside you that left you momentarily intrigued. You attributed it to tiredness, or even hunger, but you ignored it, not wanting to worry Kaveh for nothing, much less interrupting his monologue.
However, the vibration continued as constant, gentle but persistent movements below your navel, bringing you a slight feeling of alarm and surprise. When realization finally hit you, your breathing stopped and your hands immediately rested above your belly, feeling the movements more precisely.
“Kaveh,” you called him, your voice full of wonder.
He stopped mid-sentence and ran to your side seeing your static expression. “What? What’s happening? Are you feeling unwell?”
You shake your head, biting your lip in a futile attempt to contain your laughter. “I think she's moving. Our baby girl is moving!”
Kaveh's look went from worried to shocked in an instant, a wide smile opening soon after. He knelt down in front of you and gently placed his hands on your stomach. A light kick hit the area where his warm palm rested.
“Hello, little one,” he whispered. “Guess you’re as excited about your room as I am, huh?”
You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair. “She can already feel how much love you’re putting into this.”
Kaveh looked at you, his expression full of love and devotion. “I want her to know how much she means to us, from this moment until the very second she enters this world. Every detail in this room will be a reminder of that.”
You looked him in the eyes and smiled warmly. With some difficulty, you lean over and press a kiss to his lips to which he happily returns. “She's lucky to have a dad like you, Kaveh. And I am so grateful to have you by my side.”
He stood up and helped you do the same, quickly wrapping his arms around you right after. His head leaned against yours and you found yourself cradled in a hug filled with affection.
��We will be the best parents we can be, azizam. I promise.”
Lyney
The soft glow of the night lanterns filled the room with a warm, golden light. The living room was filled with a pleasant mix of the smell of burning incense and the faint scent of fresh wool. Lyney was sitting at a small, ornate table, focused intently on a new magic trick involving his pyro vision. Flames danced gracefully around his hands as he wove them into intricate shapes, their flickering light casting playful shadows on the walls.
Opposite him, you made yourself comfortable on the couch, your pregnant belly prominent under your loose robe. You were diligently knitting a pair of socks, each stitch coming together with the precision of a well-trained hand. The rhythmic clicking of your needles provided a calming counterpoint to Lyney's fiery display.
Lyney's latest trick involved sending a small burst of flame through a series of arches suspended in the air. He was so absorbed in perfecting his performance that he barely noticed the absence of the knitting needles and the change in your expression.
Suddenly, you let out a loud sigh—a sigh filled with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. Your hand instinctively rested on your belly, the intricate strands of wool quickly forgotten.
Lyney's concentration broke and he turned towards you with a start, dropping all his tools and heading towards your way. “Everything is fine, sweetheart? Did you get hurt? I knew I shouldn’t train at home!” he blurted out the words in a frenzy, his voice tinged with worry.
You looked at him with your eyes shining with emotion. Your husband became more and more exasperated.
“No no. That's not it. Quite the opposite actually,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “I can feel them moving!”
Lyney's eyes widened, a huge smile spreading across his face as he realized what you meant. His expression was excited, and he sit next to you. “For real? This is incredible, chérie!”
You nodded, your hand gently stroking your belly and Lyney's just above yours. “It’s such a strange and wonderful feeling. It's so subtle that it almost doesn't seem to be there. I never imagined it would be like this.”
As if they knew they now had the full attention of both parents, the babies lightly kicked the area above your navel, eliciting another excited smile from you and a look of admiration from your husband for being able to be part of such a beautiful and intimate moment for the first time. He would never admit it, but his purple irises sparkled with happy tears for a few seconds.
With a tender smile, you shared this serene feeling in silence. The room seemed to glow a little brighter as you sat together, your bond deepened by this new shared experience. Lyney leaned over, resting his head on yours, hands still resting on your belly feeling the slight vibrations there.
“How about we take a break from magic and knitting? Let’s just enjoy this moment together.”
You giggled softly, your heart warmed by his loving gesture. “That sounds perfect.”
Neuvillette
In the calmness of Neuvillette's office, the dusk in the sky cast a warm light over all of Fontaine. Its golden and orange rays crossed through the windows of the room, creating a serene atmosphere.
Neuvillette sat behind his desk, his usual composed expression softening into one of gentle contentment as he leaned back in his chair. Opposite him, you sat comfortably in the armchair, one delicate hand resting on your growing belly and a cup of tea in the other.
The afternoon was calm, with only the faint hum of the city beyond the window in the background. Neuvillette looked at you with a warm smile touching his lips as he observed your relaxed posture. You were talking about your day, your voice carrying a gentle melody. Neuvillette listened intently, his eyes never straying too far from your face, enjoying the simple joy of your shared moments.
As you spoke, a subtle change occurred in your expression that didn’t go unnoticed by his sharp eyes. Your eyes widened slightly, and you placed a hand on your stomach, your fingers gently tracing its curve. Neuvillette immediately noticed the action and looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Is everything alright, mon amour?” he asked, his voice carrying a slight hint of alarm.
Your eyes glowed with a mixture of surprise and joy. “I think… I think Éveline just moved,” you respond, your voice shaking with emotion.
Neuvillette's eyes widened as well, and he quickly moved to your side, his hesitant but gentle hand covering yours on your belly. “May I?” he asked softly, his usual formality melting in the heat of the moment.
You nodded, your smile growing as you guided his hand to the right place. For a few seconds, you both just sat, your breaths mingling in the silent space. Then, Neuvillette felt it—a gentle vibration beneath his palm, a small movement that was both fleeting and profound. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear.
“She’s already so active.”
A giggle escaped your lips. “Apparently yes. She’s letting us know she’ll be here as soon as we expect.”
Neuvillette took a deep breath, trying to savor the moment as his hand intertwined with yours. “I suppose this is one of those rare moments when words fail to capture the full depth of our feelings.”
“I couldn’t agree more, darling.”
Wriothesley
Wriothesley stood at the bedroom window, admiring the marine life outside, which was enjoying the sunlight reflected in the crystal-clear waters of the Fontaine's sea. He was already dressed in his usual attire, mentally preparing himself for another day of responsibilities at the Fortress or Meropide. Despite the weight of his duties, a small smile played on his lips as he listened to the sound of water running from the shower in the adjacent bathroom.
“Are you done, love?” he shouted, looking at the clock on the wall. “We have a council meeting in half an hour.”
Your voice floated back, warm and cheerful. “Give me two minutes, Wrio. I'm almost finishing.”
He shook his head, amused by your nonchalance. Even pregnant with your first child, you continued to be a pillar of strength and efficiency, working alongside him to keep the prison running smoothly. The thought of his unborn child brought a gentle warmth to his heart, a feeling he was still getting used to.
He began to organize some papers on his desk, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming meeting, when an abrupt, piercing scream crossed the air. Wriothesley's heart leaped into his throat, and he ran toward the door.
“Sweetheart, what happened? Did you get hurt?” his voice was full of panic as he walked in, expecting the worst.
Standing there in the shower, allowing the water to cascade over your naked body, your hands cradled your belly. Though your eyes were wide, there was no fear in them—just astonished joy.
“Everything is fine. I’m fine,” you reassured him, your voice shaking with emotion. “He kicked. The baby kicked for the first time.”
Relief washed over him, quickly replaced by a wave of wonder and joy. He helped you out of the shower and then pulled you into his embrace, not caring that he was getting wet due to your body that just came out of the shower. Gently, he placed his hand on your belly and waited a few seconds before he too could feel the slight movement under the curving skin.
“There he is,” he whispered, his expression melting in pure devotion. “Our son.”
You nodded, happy tears blurring your eyes. “Sigewinne said it was normal for some babies not to move in their mothers’ wombs, but I think he’s finally trying to say that he’s as eager to meet us as we are to meet him.”
Wriothesley leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “I can’t wait to meet him too,” he said softly. “This is the best way to start a day.”
Your husband held you for a while longer, just reveling in your presence and the magical feeling of your unborn baby being present under the palm of his hand before he reluctantly pulled away.
“Although I'd like nothing else than stay here forever, we must dry and dress you. We have a meeting to attend and I want our little one to see how his mom looks like when she's doing what she does best.”
You waved in contagious joy. “Of course, Duke. As you wish.”
After a few more exchanges of caresses, you prepared for the day, your hearts excited for the new life growing. Fortitude may take a lot out of you, but moments like these remind you of the joy and love that made each challenge worth it.
BONUS
Heizou
Moonlight streamed in through the bedroom window, casting a soft, silvery glow over it. Heizou was lying comfortably behind his pregnant wife, his hand resting gently on your rounded belly. The room was quiet except for your steady breathing and the occasional rustling of the sheets.
Suddenly, the detective felt a slight movement under his hand. It was no wonder he was such a light sleeper given his job and all. And then, because he thought it was you constantly moving in your sleep, he chuckled softly, bringing you closer to his embrace. “Can't stay still, huh?”, he murmured playfully.
Feeling the same movement, you opened your eyes slightly and lightly pinched his thigh. “Stop poking my belly,” you mumble, still sleepy, “You know it tickles.”
Heizou smiled in the dim light. “I’m not poking you,” he replied, gently patting your belly. “Maybe you’re just dreaming.”
You sighed, momentarily awake, and turned to face him, narrowing your eyes in mock severity. “Oh, of course. Blame my dreams when you're always the one causing trouble.”
Heizou raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Me? Causing problems? I would never do that.”
You stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, taking care that the loud sound of your voices didn't disturb anyone else's sleep.
When you were coming back to him with another bicker comment, another subtle movement appeared and interrupted your joking time. You caught your breath in surprise and placed your hand over your husband's, which was already resting on your belly.
“Did you feel that?”
Heizou's playful smile disappeared and was replaced by an expression of delight. “I did,” he replied, his voice now a mere whisper. “You think...?”
“It’s the baby,” you nodded, your eyes shining with joy. “Our little Ren is moving.”
Heizou's face lit up with a mixture of excitement and tenderness. “Well, it looks like our baby takes after me,” he said, his teasing tone returning. “It’s already causing a bit of confusion.”
You rolled your eyes but giggled, “Great, just what I needed—two troublemakers.”
Heizou leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “You love it,” he whispered, his eyes shining.
You rested a hand on his cheek, suddenly feeling a rush of warmth and love. "I do. I love you both."
You stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the shared joy of feeling the baby's first movements. “You know,” Heizou said thoughtfully, “if this is how our little one is right now, we might be in for some sleepless nights.”
You laughed a little louder this time.
“Well, I was already prepared for that. Besides, I have you by my side. So I think we will do very well.”
Heizou kissed you gently. “We will be the best team, my dear,” he promised.
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Lnds: The type of kiss they like or so they think...
Warning: for 16+ only, Suggestive, Mildly implicit, self-insert, gender neutral.
Author's notes: Here's my first Lnds post! There's many more to come so i'll be creating a masterlist once i make 3 hcs
If you ask Sylus:
He'll say he likes the deep, breathy kisses during your make-out session with him; you pressed against his bed or his sofa, sometimes on the counter, and him being in between your thighs. He likes it when he grabs your jaw and leads the kiss. He likes seeing you flustered, even more so: Teary-eyed and catching your breath, but in reality—he likes the quick, chaste peck you give him at random parts of the day. It always catches him off guard, be it a quick peck as a goodbye or a peck you give him after winning a plushie. To almost every chaste kiss you give, he'll freeze for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights, before watching you move along with your task as if the kiss was something spontaneous. It makes him feel like something…something pleasant, of course. Of course, he'll never admit that to you.
If you ask Zayne:
He says the kisses during quiet, intimate moments are the ones he likes most: kissing while you stroll the park late at night or passionate but brief kisses between shows. Sometimes, he also prefers kisses in public spaces. However, not necessarily the long, deep ones, but rather the kiss where you pull him down to kiss you, or he reels you up so you can reach his lips; the sort of kiss where you ignore everyone around you for a reasonable amount of time. And he believes he won't ever tell you this unless he gets maddeningly drunk, but he likes it when you kiss him when you're angry or when you're in a bit of a daring mood. Unbeknown to himself, he likes it when you play rough and take the lead when you give him orders and glare at him, sitting on his lap and forcing his mouth to open and make way for you. Whenever this happens, it is also a way for him to let off some steam from work— he knows he doesn't have to be gentle with you, especially with how rough you're kissing him by then.
If you ask Xavier:
He'll almost always say he likes the kisses he steals from you after eating something sweet and flavorful. He likes how you're taken off guard by him holding your wrist and licking your glossy lips from the lollipop you ate or that instance where a thin film of icing hung at the corner of your lips. He likes the taste of the food and you mingling together. Your blushing is a bonus as well. But between him and his favorite action figure, He likes it most when he backs you into a wall when he no longer acts meek & cute and turns into a sly little minx with you. He likes it when you don't realize you're being pressed against the wall with nowhere to go. When he towers over you and doesn't break eye contact, those rare moments are when you go silent at his off-character actions; He likes those moments, especially knowing what entails beyond the kisses he gives you shortly after he's done teasing.
If you ask rafayel:
He says, almost too confidently, that he likes the kisses where you compliment him soon afterward. Be it a short kiss or a long, deep French kiss, it doesn't matter if you say the right words to make him feel assured of himself and your relationship. "You're beautiful," "My little fishy," and "I love you" are always appreciated as they fuel his ego the most. Without realizing it, he likes a particular type of kiss, the kind of kiss where you leave him marks. The kiss during your steamy sessions where you nibble at his delicate skin in areas where it wasn't visible to the public. On his chest, back, or stomach, and if he allows it, on his neck. He likes it when you trail kisses on any part of his body. Still, he loses his mind when you leave marks, treating him like a canvas, which is pretty ironic considering he's supposed to be the artist.
Author footnotes: Kinky Xavi— i genuinely believe he's a super freaky guy beneath that doe eyed cutie. Layout by me, using canva premium | Do not repost | Dividers by cafekitsune
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percy jackson nsfw headcanons
• percy can lose himself very easily in sex. he gets caught up in the sensations around him and the wonderful feeling of your touch.
�� french-kiss lover, and fuck, he’s good at it. swiping his tongue against yours, licking the roof of your mouth, and sucking at your tongue as he pulls away from you, he does it all. he just loves to see you breathless with kiss-bruised lips.
• this man LOVES taking you from behind, his hands using your hips as handlebars. going rough and then slowing it down by pressing you deep into the mattress, his chest against your back, and his arms linked with yours.
• his stamina is off the charts. his demigod genes give him enough strength and stamina to go all night if he felt so inclined. he is very perceptive of your energy and will happily pull you onto his cock until you start to get riled up again.
• the two of you have makeout sessions to the kitchen to grab water or snacks in between rounds, he’ll even carry you to the bathroom.
• nothing, nothing, gets him riled up more than seeing his cum on you. he is addicted to the sight of his cum on your body. your stomach, on your tongue, face, chest— you name it, he loves it.
• he’s pretty well groomed. he keeps things clean and healthy to keep up a hygienic routine. shaving, waxing, or even trimming takes time he just doesn’t have when he’s busy fighting monsters.
• if he knows ahead of time he’s meeting up with you he will take the extra time to clean himself and trim to the best of his ability. sometimes he gets bored and will trim a triangle for your amusement.
• percy enjoys experimenting with things. he’ll try just about anything once, just for the shits and giggles.
• this man is such a tease. he’s constantly trying to rile you up in a situation where you know that you can’t have him yet. the frustration building up in your eyes while you shoot him the most venomous of glares greatly amuses him.
• he’ll give you an innocent grin, pretending he wasn’t just brushing his thumb— "accidentally"— against your clit when resting his hand against your inner thigh.
• percy loves receiving. he loves seeing you struggle to take all of him and make a mess of yourself. he’ll gather all your hair, so that it’s out of your face and grip it to encourage you through the experience. he’s not shy, he’ll happily kiss you with the taste of him still on your lips, praising you every time for taking him so well.
• he enjoys giving just as much as receiving. it’s his way of worshiping you and giving you immense pleasure by his mouth alone. he can get really into it so either ride the overstimulation, squirm and fight against his grip on you, or tug on his hair just to see him pull away with a disappointed grunt.
• percy is a SUCKER for quickies. he enjoys romantic, traditional sex as much as the next guy, but he will never turn you down when he’s in the mood.
• he just wants the quickies to be in a safe area because he doesn’t want to have to worry about protecting you while having an intimate moment— that will not stop him, however, from taking you behind a tree in full battle armor during capture the flag.
• percy isn’t the loudest person in the bedroom. he’ll grunt here and there with a rough breath, maybe a few groans if you really hit a sweet spot. otherwise his breathing is the main indicator of his pleasure.
• his breathes shorten and hitch with each new wave of pleasure. the longer he’s in the mood or the longer you two go on, the more he’ll lose himself in the pleasure and make the beautiful noises that only you get to hear.
• don’t underestimate the power of a quick handjob with this guy. something about it— quick, dirty, maybe with an undertone of constructed panic or need to hurry— makes his eyes roll back so easily.
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Vienna ft Iwaizumi Hajime
he doesn’t say “I love you”, but does he really need to say it?
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you, but when you get angry with him, he turns back in his seat and writes something into your notebook, tries to make you talk to him.
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but he insists to open lid of the drink you just bought.(Actually, you can do it yourself, but that little expression of pride on his face will comfort you too)
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but he made a French presentation with you in front of the whole class, even if it was at the cost of being disgraced ( he really awful about this).
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but he never takes off pink stickers with cats and holograms that you stick on his bottle (although it is made fun of by his teammates)
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but when he saw a dream of you cheating on him, he cried. He didn’t talk to you all day.
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but while watching you get ready in your room, he listens white girl music with you.
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but he watched every movie of the Toy Story with you millions times.
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but he still keeps the plug of the cafe you went to on your first date.
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but he takes your head in his arms and messes with you, ruins your hair and forces you to arm wrestling. But he don’t cross the thin line and never hurts you.(There were some accidental negativities a few times, but then he allowed you to hit with pillow as much as you want.)
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but when you die many times in same part while playing fireboy and watergirl, he completes level himself instead of reproaching you.
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but after that fight where you two almost came to the point of separation, he waited front of your home,in the rain,until you said you loved him.
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say i love you but while playing uno he saw that you slowly hiding your cards one by one, but he didn’t say anything to anyone.( also it was fun to watch oikawa lose)
Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t say “I love you” but watches your speech on graduation day, proudly saying “She’s my girlfriend” to everyone who asks who this beautiful student is.
But everything has an exception right?
When you walk through aisle and stands in front of him, thinks you've never looked more beautiful, the realization hits him by the journey you two taken together and the future ahead can be may a little scary and nervous, but as long as you’re with him, he won’t hesitate for a second.He’s trying to hold back his tears,whispers in a tone only you will hear.
“i love you”
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