#maple asks

[age-of-play-i-say]

are you ever going to continue the middle and little series? not to pressure, just asking because i really enjoyed that first installment <3

Funny you should ask, I've been hanging onto 80% of this one for awhile, thinking it needed more editing but like here you go!

“Okay, is everyone ready for movie night? Still feeling good about the scene?” Daddy’s doing some last minute checks before headspace made that kind of thinking feel far away.

Baby nodded from her playpen and Little piped up from the couch, “yes, Daddy! Essited for watchin’ a big kid movie!” Daddy chuckled.

“Okay, well remember to double tap your watches to call me if things get too intense or you need my help, ahem, finishing up.” Daddy winked at Baby, who blushed, falling into headspace out of sheer embarrassment.

“Be good to our Baby, okay Little one? She’s still adjusting and she needs your sweetness and helping hands. Enjoy your movie nap together, I’ll be back in an hour.” Daddy flipped on the prepared DvD and strode upstairs, confident that his Little could handle this.

Onscreen appeared some of Baby and Little’s favorite characters, but they weren’t solving mysteries like usual. They were just talking so far, and pressing their faces together noisily.

Baby watched, wide-eyed, suckling her binkie and looking littler and littler in her crinkly diapey, surrounded by her plushies. One of the characters on screen took off his undies, still noisily kissing a girl onscreen. Baby’s sweet little face wrinkled, confusion passing over her pretty features. Little saw her eyes flit down to the man’s big grown-up stiffy and she went even pinker.

Little wanted to focus on the fun, grown-up playtime video on the screen, but that involved tearing his focus away from Baby, whose nipples hardened instantly when the kissing started. He wondered if Baby remembered their first kisses, around her comfort binkie, the same one she’s suckling now. He wondered how it might feel to kiss her like the girl on the screen.

Should I get nakey? Little wonders, shifting his hips closer and closer to the edge of the couch.

He looked Baby up and down, and saw her bottom lift and fall against the puppy pads lining her pen, bouncing subtly. Her eyes were glued to the screen, and Little was embarrassed to see the lollipop game he sometimes played with Daddy up there, the girl in the scene on her knees kissing and licking all over the guy’s big stiffy.

Little closed his eyes, feeling light-headed and falling deeper into headspace.

Soooo tingly, wan touchies. Big kid touchies.

Behind her paci, he heard Baby whine, just pouting. She’s so little, she barely knows about tingles, but it’s clear to Little that she’s getting all worked up and tingly. His heart aches for her, so confused, so little.

“Baby! You like da movie?” he palmed himself over his undies, making sure to grind up into it with a sweet, little moan when she tore her eyes away to look up at her Big Bubba Little.

Baby nodded, sucking her paci a little extra before spitting it out to hang on its lanyard, pressing her hand in the same spot Little did but over her big puffy diaper, “ye, like ‘im lots n lots,” Baby chirps, “but feelin all sticky in m’ diapey!” She tries to hump her hand, but just kind of air humped back and forth confusedly. She whines again, louder this time.

Bubba Little felt a curl of earnest affection burst in his heart. She needed his help.

“Bubba can help, lil Baby.” She looks up, teary-eyed, to see Little sliding off the couch. He came to the edge of Baby’s playpen and pointed at a big teddy bear in the corner.

“Grab your bear, get on your hands and knees, and tuck him ‘tween your legs under your diapey.” Little pressed his hand against the front of his pants again, watching her comply with his request.

“Put your binky back in, too, you don hafta talk at all, Bubba’ll tell you what to do.”

Baby whole face relaxed when she popped her paci back in her mouth, happy to be taken care of again. She settled in on top of her bear and looked up at the screen where the lollipop game was heating up.

She looked to her big brother for help, “what is-?” she managed before lapsing into another big-eyed silence. She bucked her hips like before, yelping when her sticky padding actually provided friction.

Her eyes returned to the screen, in awe of the feeling she could provoke with just her hips motion. She ground down again, her little face and shoulders relieved at the freedom from her own thoughts combined with being able to seek her own pleasure.

Little can't take his eyes off her. The man onscreen keeps making dirty noises, but Baby's humping and whimpering takes precedence.

“'s the tingles game, Baby, I play wit Daddy if ‘m good,” Little can't keep his hands off his winkie now, this naughty interaction searing his brain. Looking at the screen again, he suddenly wishes Baby would use her mouth to play the lollipop game on him. He can't ask their pure, pretty Baby to do anything so naughty.

His cheeks turn pink and he snatches his hand away from his stiffie, embarrassed. Daddy said to let Baby initiate play when she's ready. In fact, he’s under strict instructions not to get inside the playpen with her.

“Tin-goesth?” Baby murmurs around her binky, not tearing her eyes from the screen. She leans back on her haunches, putting more pressure on the bear and her privates, but it doesn't seem like enough for her. She ruts shamelessly into her bear, faster now, cheeks pink and eyes glassy.

Little watches for a bit before making a decision. He can't get in and help her, but he can show her what to do. Pulling down his pants, he blushes. He’s all stiff and tingly, and Baby will see it! He steels himself and pulls down his big boy undies, coming around the front of the playpen, winkie out.

What he sees makes his heart squeeze. Baby's tired herself out, humping hard and fast, getting nowhere but more tingly. She's laying on her bear, not even looking at the movie, twitching her hips while tears squeeze out of her eyes.

On seeing her Bubba come around her playpen, she jerks up, embarrassed and on edge.

“Ting-goess, hewp pwease?” She whimpers, scrambling on her knees to the bars of her playpen to grab her big Bubba's hand before seeing his stiffy poking out under his shirt.

She doesn't shy away from him, looking from his stiffy to the screen and then back to him.

“Ye, Baby, I help, I help!” She's asked, so he's finally allowed. He takes the hand she’d holding, reaches down and plunges it into her padding to find her tingly parts.

“‘S okay, Baby?” he whispers in her ear when she eeps in surprise.

“ye, ye, ye Bubba, need hewp tingoes ye” she chants, closing her eyes when he makes contact with her baby parts through all that slick, feeling her tiny winkie pulse.

“Nnnn, Bubba!” she spits her paci out, holding onto his arm. Just like Daddy showed him, he doesn't have to do much.

“Girl winkies are much smaller and more sensitive. Just make little circles, fast and soft. Let her decide the rest.” Daddy's coaching for the last week rings in Little’s ears.

She's rutting on his fingers now, hard and fast.

“Feels good, Baby? Bubba wan make you feel good.”

Baby nods without speaking, her sweet mouth open and her little nipples hard on his arm. Her hips jerk and his whole hand suddenly feels hot and wet as Baby hollers out,

“Bub-bahhh!” She puts both hands on his arm and swirls her hips one more time, shivering, sweet and happy.

He pulls his hand out, proud of his ability to help her make tingles. He stands back up and leans forward to check on her in her playpen. His stiffy jumps, slid between the bars.

Instead of slumped down, relaxing after tingles, Baby was back on her knees, so close it startles him. She looked up at him, pink lips puffy and open, eyes wide.

“tank you Bubba,” she whispers, her innocent blinking making his hand itch to do big kid touches on himself.

“Good job, Baby! Tingles feel good?” She moves in closer, her eyes slide over to the screen where different pairs of their favorite mystery gang are playing the lollipop game.

Her eyes take in his stiffy poking through the bars and she leans so close he can feel her breath on it as she murmurs

“Bubba need ting-goes?”

His hips ram into the bars as Baby sucks on him, pulling him into her mouth like a big binky. She swallows and he squeaks, trying to stay still like Daddy does, but it's hard.

He wants to touch her, hold her close, but doesn't want to scare her.

The lollipop game!

His eyes cross and he understands more why Daddy loves this game. The tingles feels so strong, he certainly won't last much– he remembers how Daddy does stickies so they aren't yucky in his mouth.

“Baby!! Bubba's gotta-ah-make stickies, ummm don-oh oh-here!”

He pulls out quickly enough that she looks shocked, and he pops her binky back in.

He can feel his tingles running up his back already and wraps his hand around his stiffy just into time to pump stickies out onto the floor. Baby's mouth felt so good, he wants to reward her.

But when he turns to her in her playpen, she's holding her bear, still on her knees, tears in her eyes again.

“Baby??”

“did bad? did bad ting-goes for Bubba? why go ‘way?”

“No!!” He climbs over her playpen easily, settling in behind her to hold her around her bare tummy.

He kisses her sweet pink cheek and pops her displaced binky back in again.

“Felt TOO good,” he murmurs in her ear, naturally rocking her back and forth, holding her distressed body under she relaxed.

“too good?” She whispers.

“Ye, felt like–” he points at the screen, where a boy character was screwing up his face and the girl pulled off to rub him hard until his stickies arced up comically high to hit the ceiling, ‘felt like dat, Baby. Felt so good, like I hadda essplode.”

Her crinkly butt bumped his softening winkie and he groaned until he realized she was looking hard at the screen. Her hips stuttered when he spoke.

“‘splode? Bubba felt-?” She points at the screen, hips thrusting

“Ye, Baby, you did so good,” Little feels naughty when he asks, “Baby need more?”

She nods and he reaches inside her padding again, tapping his watch twice before he does.

Daddy will show her bigger tingles. Baby needa essplode.

[maplesyrupandgt]

Do you have any headcanons for pred Neuvillette?

Yesss I love pred Neuv so much. He deserves so many little treats and though I pred lean, I'd gladly offer myself to him

Neuvillette's canines are so sharp- like he's extra careful during noms so as not to let his prey come to harm

he's a little picky but if you ask nicely, he may let you sit in his water to be swallowed down along with it

prey almost always has to be willing and even overly so since he will rarely ask directly if he has a craving or need

He has little tells when having a preyfriend offer themself would he helpful to him

These include: condensation on his pen or inkwell- never the books or any documents, he may begin tapping his foot during work, or rain will start and stop in spurts of frustration among other things. Keep an eye on his body language and abilities to know when he needs a little extra love

Neuvillette doesn't eat as often and isn't very much food driven, but rubs from the inside can be incredibly relaxing for him

Prey with visions that can cool his internal temperature make him purr - which he's slightly flustered by

He'll only go after unwilling prey if he's eating them for their sake or as a punishment he's required to dole out

That means he might act as a holding cell, or he'll use noms to break up conflict or as something he deems necessary as management of mischievous tinies

It's rare but feisty unwilling prey moments are also the only times he might hunt a tiny down. He's direct with this and sometimes he locks a little too deeply into hunter mode and that can be very intimidating

Naturally wet in his tum, almost completely dark but there's a very very soft blue tint, just enough to make out shapes and as a tiny's gaze adjusts they can make out more

He sometimes would appreciate having a tiny in his mouth. He doesn't do candies or anything to busy his mouth typically, but just the weight on his tongue and tiny shifts as he works can be a good way for him to fidget

He salivates quite a bit when a tiny is in his mouth and they may have to remind him to swallow with little taps when he's distracted.

Sometimes he's so focused that he'll just gulp a tiny down this way

[maple-sheep]

Could

Could you write another Grian and Sam fic?

Pleasseeee

Or maybe even a Grian x Sam x Taurtis fic if you can 🙏🙏🙏🙏

OMG, I don't know how I missed your question, I am so sorry!

But yes I'd be happy to make more! I've been on a vacation so I haven't been writing, but I'd love to!

Again sorry for missing this!

[aratedfreyjablog]

Thank you so much for that Solomon tears guide! I was about to pull my hair in frustration until I came across your post.

I do have another question though, how do you obtain pancakes for the shop? Is that a p2w feature or a higher level feature?

Thank you for your time again!

Hello! I'm glad that the post was useful!

To answer your question, pancakes can be obtained for all players, regardless being f2p or p2w, by selling either artifacts or tealeaves under Inventory.

When you go into Inventory and press under the "Tealeaves" or "Artifacts" tab you should be able to see the button that says "Organize"

Once you press "Organize", you can select which artifacts or tealeaves you want to sell. Then to actually sell those artifacts or tealeaves for pancakes, press "Sell".

For B-grade artifacts or tealeaves, you can get up to 5 pancakes.

A grade = 10 pancakes, A+ grade = 15 pancakes, and so forth.

I don't recommend selling any ARTIFACTS as you can use them to level-up other artifacts unless you have a ridiculous amount of the same artifact. Tealeaves are the best way to get the pancakes.

Hope this helps!

[maples-helping-paws]

hi! I have a couple of name suggestion requests and I was wondering if you'd rather I send them all together or in individual asks? I know some kin help blogs prefer them individually but I didn't see it specified anywhere so I figured I'd just ask!

personally i dont mind if theyre together or individual!! its whatever the requester prefers!! :3

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[celestial-games]

do you have a rosy maple moth already?

I do :]

So far I think this is the only moth I've made ! The first of many :)

[3416]

HIS CELLY FROM THIS ANGLE IS MAKING ME SO EMO.... we all needed that and he needed that. so deserved... and that goal was so fucking mitch too. 2 important defensive rushes against mcdavid of all fucking people and then a 2 on 1 up the ice where everyone will assume he's passing but no. he can shoot too, lmfao. it's such smart hockey, the kind he plays all the time, and i'm so happy he gets rewarded like that in such an important and clutch moment.

[bixels]

Hello!! I’m a really big fan of the Grand Galloping 20’s, especially of the design of Wígmuŋke! I’m working on a story of my own featuring a Lakota Sioux character and I was wondering what the process was for you, Mapel and Tulli in picking Wígmuŋke’s name? I’m native, but not American nor Lakota so I want to be respectful when I decide the name of my character. Do I need to take into account the gender of my character when deciding the name? Their age? Any advice at all will be greatly appreciated, keep up the fantastic work!!

I'm really the wrong person to ask. When researching for a AU name for Rainbow Dash, the only thing I learned was that it will be impossible for me to assign a good name because I'm missing a lifetime + thousands of years of context. I recommend reaching out/working with Native folks/artists who are willing. It can be DMing someone to ask for their input/advice or making a public post asking for feedback.

Remember that you're asking someone else to do a service for you. Consultation, even on names, is a service (I think some folks have a consultation fee). Many Native artists already receive a lot of OC-help requests so be polite and listen.

I had no hand in choosing Wígmuŋke’s name. Maple suggested it, told me their reasoning, and I said that sounds good.

[misshoneyimhome]

Since the pregnancy scare one shot was so good! Can we get a Willy Nylander x inexperienced reader one shot where she finds out she’s actually pregnant? Maybe they also go to the first appointment together? Thanks!

Oh love, of course we can ❤️🌺 Hopefully, this will be just as enjoyable 🙏🏼 I'm in such a soft dad!Willy mood 🥰

Just a quick note, I’ve set this one a little in the future 😉

Warnings: 18+ smut - oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside

Word count: 3.3K

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It wasn’t exactly planned or expected—though not entirely unexpected either.

You knew it was possible and something you’d both considered for the future, but it happened a little sooner than you’d anticipated.

_

You and William Nylander had been together for two years, and although the idea of parenthood had come up in conversation, it wasn’t something you were planning on just yet. Sure, you’d recently had your IUD removed as it had expired, but that only led to you both considering new options for contraception.

Life was going so well.

William was thriving in Toronto, with his contract ensuring his stay for another six or seven years, and your own career was flourishing, with new responsibilities and a better salary—not that it really mattered, given William’s income. After spending your first season together and moving in with him, you’d started talking about finding a new place to build a home together, somewhere that didn’t remind William of his bachelor days. So, you relocated just a few streets away, but several floors up, into a new apartment that felt fresh and full of promise.

But the universe had other plans. It was the night marking your two-year anniversary when fate decided to intervene.

William only had training that day, so it was a perfect opportunity for the two of you to celebrate. You’d gone all out—cooking your favourite meals, setting the table with candles, and savouring a romantic evening in. The atmosphere was perfect, filled with warmth and laughter as you reminisced about your journey together. And as the night wore on, the connection between you quickly deepened, and you could see that familiar, mischievous spark light up in William’s eyes as he leaned in and suggested moving to the bedroom.

“Willy,” you chuckled, trying to sound serious as you reached the bed. “You need a condom. I had my IUD removed, remember?”

He simply waved off your concern with a confident smile. “Babe, it doesn’t work that quickly. Trust me. I want to feel you… all of you.”

Although you were sceptical, your desire to be with him overcame your hesitation. So, you went along with it, trusting in his confidence and his pull-out game.

As always, the night was filled with passion and intimacy, a perfect celebration of your relationship.

William began by lavishing you with attention, his skilled mouth moving between your thighs, as he adored the taste of you and could spend hours painting your body with his tongue.

Yet he also wanted to feel himself inside you. So, after bringing you to climax with his mouth and fingers, he eased himself into you, your moans echoing through the room.

As always, your bodies melted together, as if they were sculptured to, beads of sweat forming as he moved rhythmically in and out of you, stimulating your walls and causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

William’s length always felt perfectly aligned inside you, and the rush of pleasure soon overwhelmed any lingering concerns about protection.

Then, amidst euphoria and sounds of sex, he effortlessly flipped you around, and you rode him with practised ease. Endorphins surged as you moved your hips, losing yourself in the sensation and preparing for another climax.

“Oh Willy, I’m gonna come,” you moaned, closing your eyes and quickening the pace.

“Mmmm, fuck yes, baby,” William breathed out heavily, feeling his own climax building. 

Your walls were gripping him tightly, and he could barely hold back. His fingers dug into your hips as you intensified your motions, and William could no longer control himself. Though a small voice in his head reminded him of his promise to pull out, it seemed increasingly difficult with you on top. So, the voice quickly faded as you moaned his name, clenched around him, and reached your climax, causing him to release inside you.

There was a brief silence as you both untangled and realised the situation. Yet, after a quick clean-up, you agreed not to let it worry you. You both simply laughed and reassured yourselves that the removal of the IUD wouldn’t have an immediate effect.

And as you fell asleep in his arms, the connection between you felt stronger than ever, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

But little did you know, that night would mark the beginning of a new chapter in your lives.

_

Weeks passed, and a sense of unease began to creep in. It wasn’t just that your period was late—again—but everything just felt off. 

You found yourself snapping at the smallest things, your mood swings more intense than ever before. Simple tasks that you used to breeze through now felt exhausting, leaving you drained by midday. Even getting out of bed in the mornings had become a struggle, the kind of bone-deep fatigue that you couldn’t shake, no matter how much sleep you got.

At first, you tried to brush it off. Maybe it was just stress, you reasoned, or perhaps your body was still adjusting after having the IUD removed. But as the days went on and the symptoms didn’t ease, your anxiety grew. The nagging feeling that something wasn’t right became impossible to ignore, so you decided to make an appointment with your gynaecologist, just to be sure.

-

On the day of your appointment, you sat in the waiting room, your nerves making it hard to sit still. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one heightening your anxiety. And when the nurse finally called your name, you followed her into the examination room, your heart pounding louder with each step.

The examination felt like it took forever. You could hear the steady tick of the clock on the wall as the gynaecologist performed the ultrasound, her face carefully neutral. You searched her expression for any clues, your heart racing with anticipation. And when she finally looked up from the monitor, her voice was calm but carried the weight of what she was about to say.

“Well, it seems like you’re pregnant,” she said gently, her eyes meeting yours. “You’re about nine weeks along.”

The words echoed in your mind, feeling both surreal and impossible. “Pregnant?” you repeated, your voice barely more than a whisper. “But how? We were using contraception… or… I mean, used to.”

The doctor nodded sympathetically, her tone understanding. “No contraceptive method is foolproof. It’s possible the IUD didn’t fully prevent pregnancy, or there could have been other factors at play.”

Overwhelmed, you left the clinic in a daze, the reality of the situation weighing heavily on your mind. And naturally, your first instinct was to call William, to share the news with him, but you knew he was at practice. Still, you needed to tell him as soon as possible.

“Hey, Willy,” you said when he answered the phone a couple of hours later in between sessions, your voice trembling despite your efforts to stay calm. “Do you think you can come home early? I need to talk to you about something important.”

His concern was immediate, his tone serious. “Of course. What’s wrong?”

“I’ll explain when you get here,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just please come home.”

That evening, William walked through the door, his face a mixture of worry and confusion. You could see the tension in his posture, the way he scanned your face for clues as to what was going on. You led him to the sofa, your hands shaking slightly as you prepared to tell him.

“I went to the gynaecologist today,” you began, your voice unsteady as you forced the words out. “And she told me I’m pregnant.”

William’s reaction was immediate—his face went pale, his eyes widening in shock. For a moment, he seemed completely frozen, as if his brain was struggling to process what you’d just said. The silence stretched between you, heavy with uncertainty, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear at his lack of response.

“Pregnant?” he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes as you met his gaze. “Yes, the doctor confirmed it. I’m about nine weeks along.”

For a long moment, William sat in silence, his expression unreadable as he appeared lost in thought. You knew how much he had always wanted to be a father, but the weight of the reality seemed to be hitting him like a tidal wave. And the longer the silence dragged on, the more anxious you became, unsure of what he was thinking or how he was feeling.

Even as you went to bed together, he remained silent, not uttering a single word.

-

The next day, you woke up a couple of hours before William. You lay there for a while, simply watching him sleep. His face, usually so full of energy, was peaceful and relaxed, and you couldn’t help but smile at how different he looked in these quiet moments. There was a tenderness in his expression, even as he slept, that made your heart swell with love.

Eventually, you slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and quietly made your way to the kitchen. You wanted to start the day slowly, giving yourself time to process everything that had happened the day before. The familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room as you prepared a pot, but what had once been a comforting aroma now made your stomach churn. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, coffee had become something of a trigger for your morning sickness, so you opted for a cup of tea instead.

As the tea brewed, you allowed yourself to savour the moment of silence. The kitchen was bathed in soft morning light, the only sounds being the gentle clink of the teapot and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. It was a peaceful start to the day.

But the quiet was soon broken by the soft pitter-patter of paws as Pablo and Banksy wandered across the floor to greet you. The dogs had sensed the changes in you long before you had even realised. Over the past few weeks, they had been unusually attentive, sticking close to your side as if they were aware of the new life growing inside you. You reached down to give them a gentle scratch behind the ears, smiling as they nuzzled against your legs.

After finishing your tea, you decided to take the dogs out for a quick morning walk. You dressed in your most comfortable clothes—soft leggings and an oversized jumper—enjoying how they hugged your body as you slowly walked through the quiet streets. The air was crisp and fresh, the early morning stillness soothing your mind. The streets were almost empty, save for the occasional jogger or dog walker, and you found comfort in the solitude, using the time to gather your thoughts.

When you returned home, you brewed another cup of tea, feeling more settled now. Your stomach was beginning to calm down as well, so you decided to make breakfast. Pancakes seemed like the perfect choice—Swedish pancakes, to be precise, as they had become a favourite of yours ever since you started dating William.

As you whisked the batter, the kitchen began to fill with the mouth-watering aroma of cooking pancakes. And the smell was enough to rouse William from his sleep. 

Gently, he appeared in the doorway to the open-plan kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep and a sleepy smile on his face, dressed in nothing but boxers and an open robe. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching you as you moved about the kitchen. You looked beautiful, radiant even, with the soft morning light highlighting your features.

In his mind, William reminded himself how much he loved you. How incredibly lucky he was to have you in his life. You were his everything—his rock, his confidant, his partner in every sense of the word. You’d been by his side through all the ups and downs over the past two years, and now, the thought of starting a family with you filled him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. He couldn’t believe how fortunate he was to share this journey with you.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” you said softly, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Good morning, älskling,” William replied, a light smirk playing on his lips as he stepped closer to you. He wrapped his hands around your hips, pulling you close as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle, tender, with the lingering taste of mint on your lips. He held you there for a moment, just savouring the warmth of your body against his.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked, your voice soft and gentle as your arms draped around his neck.

“Mmm,” he nodded, though there was a hint of hesitation in his response. “Just… had a lot on my mind.”

You could sense the unease in his voice, the way his brow furrowed slightly as he spoke. “Willy…” you whispered, concern evident in your tone, but he shook his head, as if trying to dismiss his thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, his voice firm, but laced with a vulnerability that caught you off guard.

“Sorry? For what?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you searched his eyes.

“For freezing up last night…” he confessed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I just… I got scared.”

“Willy, you don’t need to apologise,” you reassured him, offering a soft smile as you reached up to cup his cheek. “I know this is huge, for both of us. It’s a lot to take in.”

“Exactly. Last night, all I could think about was myself—how scared I was at the thought of becoming a dad,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. “I didn’t think about how you must be feeling, or how much I want this, too.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a rush of love for the man standing in front of you. “What are you talking about? Willy, you’re going to be an amazing dad.”

“I hope so,” he said, looking back up at you, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “It’s just… I want to do this right. I don’t want to let you down.”

“Willy, you’ll never let me down,” you replied, your voice firm but gentle. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, a soothing gesture you knew he loved.

“I’ll do my best,” he said, his voice softening as he leaned into your touch. “I love you so much… I guess it just hit me last night. It all suddenly felt so real.”

“Well,” you said, moving away from him to pick up the ultrasound scan you’d left on the counter. “It is real. And I know we’re both a little scared, but I also think we’re ready.”

William took the photo from your hands, his expression softening as he looked at the tiny image. He studied it for a moment, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “This is him… or her?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips as you watched him.

“Wow…” he breathed out, awe colouring his voice. He placed the photo back down on the counter before turning to you. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. “I love you so much. And now… I just can’t wait to be a dad.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait another seven months,” you chuckled lightly as he set you down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” he said, his voice filled with certainty.

“Yeah,” you agreed, resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “It’s going to be amazing.”

_

William had, of course, been incapable of keeping the news a secret from his family and closest friends. Pasta, in particular, was one of the first to know.

And as you approached the 12-week mark, the anticipation was almost palpable. On the morning of your first scan, William was more excited than you’d ever seen him. He couldn’t stop talking about how incredible it would be to finally see the little life growing inside you. And his excitement was infectious, even though you were a bundle of nerves, anxious to know that everything was progressing as it should.

The two of you arrived at the clinic, hand in hand, and checked in at reception. The waiting room felt like a sanctuary, as William squeezed your hand, offering a reassuring smile, though you could see the flicker of anxiety in his eyes. This was definitely a significant moment for both of you.

And when your name was called, you followed the nurse into the softly lit examination room. You lay down on the examination table, and William took his place beside you, his gaze never leaving your face.

Then as the technician applied the cool gel to your belly and began the ultrasound, you held your breath, waiting for the first glimpse of your baby. William’s hand was warm in yours, his grip firm and supportive as the technician moved the wand over your abdomen.

“There we go,” the technician said softly as the screen flickered to life. “Here it is.”

For a moment, it felt like the room had shrunk, and the only thing that mattered was that small, fluttering figure on the screen. William’s eyes were fixed on the monitor, his expression unreadable as he stared at the tiny being nestled inside you.

“Is that…?” William’s voice was barely more than a whisper, filled with awe.

“That’s your baby,” the technician confirmed, her tone warm and encouraging.

William’s eyes slowly filled with tears, and he didn’t even try to hide it. The sight of the little figure, with its tiny limbs and the rapid flicker of a heartbeat, overwhelmed him completely. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep his composure, but the emotion was too strong. This was real. This was his child.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “That’s… that’s our baby.”

You turned to look at him, your own eyes misty as you saw the wonder and love on his face. The moment was indescribable, seeing him so moved, so utterly captivated by the sight of your baby. It was as if time had stopped, and in that instant, everything else faded away—there was just the three of you.

The technician continued with the scan, pointing out the tiny hands and feet, the curve of the baby’s spine, but William was barely listening. He was completely absorbed in the image on the screen, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as he tried to process the enormity of what he was seeing.

When the scan was over, and the technician had printed out a few pictures for you to keep, William remained quiet, lost in his thoughts as you both left the clinic. But his silence wasn’t from shock or fear, it was from a deep, profound sense of love and responsibility. The image of that tiny figure had changed something in him, solidifying the reality of the life you were creating together.

Later that evening, back at home, William was still clutching the ultrasound picture, his eyes lingering on the image as he sat beside you on the sofa. “I can’t believe that’s our baby,” he said softly, his voice full of wonder. “I never knew I could feel like this… It’s like everything’s changed.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the same deep connection. “It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?” you whispered, your heart full.

He nodded, finally looking up at you, his eyes shining with emotion. “Yeah… But it’s the best feeling in the world. I can’t wait to meet them.”

You smiled, placing a hand on your belly, feeling a deep sense of peace. “Neither can I.”

And as the two of you sat there, close together, the future felt more real than ever, filled with the promise of the new life you had seen for the first time that day.

[suburbanbonfire]

i think about your art every single day. when i first joined the hockey fandom here on tumblr i immediately went to look at the kraken tag and your art was the first thing to pop up so i’d like to thank you for being part of endearing me to this fuck ass sport <3

humbly requesting if you feel like it……..

one of the deweys from the wild

forever Dewey <3

[maplesyrupandgt]

i do wanna hear the hcs

Some Genshin Tum HCs

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while.. It’s a little disorganized but these are some thoughts i have:

Zhongli

geo, glowy warm

firm, but comfy

steady breaths when he remembers to

his purring resonates inside

he will get so comfortable with a tiny inside that he will forget they’re there

This often startles both him and prey when he drinks tea and it makes them squirm

sometimes he drinks tea on purpose to enjoy fluttery movements

Venti

glowy teal swirls

soft

grumbly tum

sometimes he'll play music for his guests to listen to

Childe

Abyssal Blue

Plushy

No glow

erratic heart rate when he's excited

he loves to poke at his prey, verbally and physically

Kokomi

soft bubbly

very plush and cushioning insides except when she’s anxious they get a bit tenser (give the bb belly rubs)

she is super delighted to host, but a little nervous prey won’t like it inside

she loves the weight of a little friend when she’s reading a book

Xiao

he grr

fairly average insides unless he is using his adeptal powers, then there's soft dark green glow like his ultimate

a little cooler than human body temperature

he needs rubs

Shenhe

colder as well

i feel like her and Xiao would have the bitter floral scent of qingxin flowers inside

firm

Shenhe's all well-intentioned, but she's a bit awkward about noms

She wants them but doesn't know how to ask so prey might have to offer themselves up

She doesn't speak much, but occasional light touches from the outside prove she's checking in

Kaeya

this is the warmest part of him

so soft you sink in - like a water bed

he won’t admit it but he often keeps his hand over his belly when there’s prey inside and they can feel it from within

[maple-sheep]

Being gay for greacie is so real.

Personally I like rasbi more but yeah!

I don't know if you want me to tell if that spoiler is real or not

Personally I don't care about spoilers, that's mainly why my gf says fake ones. If you wanna tell me you can, when I really like something I find it hard to not talk about it and accidently tell someone a spoiler.

Also when I first watched Rasbi I was talking to my gf about how much I like her and she joked about me leaving her to be with Rasbi, now she's teasing me about Graecie.

Also also, a random off topic thing but my gf was searching what the most popular MCYT ship was and she told me that number 2 was Grian x Hermits, as in all the other hermits, I would have thought it would have been Grumbo or Scarian lol.

[maple-and-pie]

Happy Eevee's day! ｡:+.゜ヽ(*′ω`)ﾉﾞ｡:+.゜

HELL YEAH!!

[needlefail]

Some leafs 🍃🍂🍁

[wmnylander]

Blueprint S9 E6: Papi