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[snug-fit360]

Lightning Crotch Pain during Pregnancy: Symptoms & Remedies

Pregnancy is a miraculous journey that comes with its fair share of joys and challenges. One of the many challenges an expectant mother faces is lightning crotch pain. If you are pregnant and experiencing sharp, shooting pain in your pelvic area, you are not alone. Below we have discussed the symptoms and remedies of lightning crotch pain during pregnancy, so you can better understand this discomfort and find adequate relief.

Symptoms of Lightning Pain during Pregnancy

Lightning pain, also known as pelvic girdle pain or symphysis pubis dysfunction (SPD), is a sudden, sharp pain that arises in the pelvic region during pregnancy. The name “lightning crotch” comes from the suddenness and intensity of the pain, which can feel like a lightning bolt shooting through the lower abdomen or groin area. Its symptoms may vary from woman to woman, but here are some of the common ones.

Sharp and shooting pain: The hallmark symptom of lightning crotch pain is a sudden and stinging pain that can occur in the pelvic area, lower abdomen, groin, or vaginal region. The pain can be brief or last for several seconds and may come and go throughout the day.

Increased discomfort with movement: The pain may get worse with precise movements, such as walking, standing up, or changing positions. It can also be triggered by activities like lifting heavy objects or climbing stairs.

Discomfort during Sex: Some women may experience crotch pain during sexual intercourse, particularly with deep penetration or certain positions that put pressure on the pelvis.

Limited Mobility: In some cases, it can be severe enough to limit mobility and affect daily activities like walking or bending.

Remedies for Lightning Crotch Pain

Thankfully, there are multiple remedies to manage lightning crotch pain during pregnancy. Here are some compelling strategies you can try to relieve the pain.

Rest and Gentle Movement: Avoiding prolonged periods of sitting or standing and taking regular breaks to walk or change positions can help reduce discomfort. Gentle exercises like prenatal yoga, swimming, or walking can also help to strengthen the pelvic muscles and relieve pain.

Use of heat and cold compresses: Applying a warm compress or carrying a warm bath can help relax the muscles and relieve pain in the pelvic area. You can also employ a maternity support band that comes with a back pocket for hot/cold therapy.

Supportive Garments: Wearing supportive garments like maternity belts or pelvic support braces can help stabilize the pelvic area and provide additional support to the ligaments, reducing pain and discomfort.

Avoiding triggers: Identify activities or positions that trigger lightning crotch pain and try to avoid them. For example, if climbing stairs exacerbates your pain, try to use elevators or ask for help with heavy lifting.

Consult with a healthcare provider: If lightning crotch pain is persistent or severe, it is necessary to consult with your healthcare provider. They can evaluate your symptoms and provide appropriate medical advice or recommend other treatments such as physical therapy or pain medications.

Stay Hydrated: Hydration is crucial during pregnancy to maintain overall health and prevent muscle cramps. Dehydration can worsen muscle discomfort, so ensure to drink plenty of water throughout the day.

Resting in a comfortable position: Finding a relaxed pose to relax can help alleviate lightning crotch pain. Experiment with distinct positions, such as lying on your side with a pillow between your legs or propping yourself up with pillows to elevate your upper body while sitting or sleeping.

During pregnancy, crotch pain can be tremendously uncomfortable and disruptive; however, these remedies can help you manage the symptoms and relieve the pain. Remember to consult a doctor for proper evaluation and guidance. Stay informed, listen to your body, and seek support when needed to enjoy this memorable time in your life to the fullest.

[obscenely-overdue]

That jumpsuit looks so cute on you! We love when normal clothes still fit during a big pregnancy... though you look like you might be hitting the limit on that one.

I love it so much it's so light and flowy! I feel real cute in it. It's a great piece of clothing but I feel like from some angles it really highlights how PREGNANT I look...

It's comfy and it fits and it's great but when the clothes that are supposed to be super loose stop looking loose, you KNOW you've gotten big. Peak summertime pregnancy vibes though.

[newmamas]

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[meochicc]

- 4t3 EP17 Life & Death Womenswear conversions -

I edited some meshes and textures to align better with my personal taste, so just a heads up some items might not be exact conversions~

All credits go to EA - These are not my meshes nor my textures!

LAYERED OVERALLS

YA - AF

5.3k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

KEYHOLE BLOUSE

YA - AF

4k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

DRESS SHIRT

YA - AF

5k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Sleepwear, Not valid for random

RUFFLED DRESS

YA - AF

6.6k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

RIPPED SHIRT

YA - AF

3.4k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Sleepwear, Athletic, Career, Maternity, Not valid for random

LOOSE VEST

YA - AF

4k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

BISHOP SLEEVE BLOUSE

YA - AF

4.2k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

BUTTON UP CORSET

YA - AF

4k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Not valid for random

WITCH BRIM

TU - EU (rings)

1.2k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Hat slider compatible

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Maternity,Not valid for random

BELTED SLACKS

YA - AF

1k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

MULTI BUTTON JEANS

YA - AF

1k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

TIGHT PANTS

YA - AF

1.3k polycount

Morphed - All LODS

Everyday, Formal, Career, Outerwear, Not valid for random

Notes

Witch Brim is hat slider compatible

If you would like to support my conversions, consider donating me a tip on Ko-Fi!

|| DOWNLOAD - SFS or Patreon ||

|| Shoes from the same set can be found here ||

Edit Feb 07 '25: The Witch Brim is now enabled for male sims.

[rstarsims3]

TS3 - Golden Years (Elder F&M CAS set/ plus age conversions)

General details-CAS:

7 new meshes + 7 items converted from the sets: TS3 - Warm & Cozy - part 1 and part 2; JOY Set II ; Cara Coat (find the download links for the YA versions under Creator Notes below)

Original meshes by me;

Age: elder females & males;

Base Game compatible;

All LODs & Morphs;

Disabled for maternity & random;

1k & 2k textures;

Normal maps included;

Custom thumbnails for both Launcher and CAS;

sims3pack & package files;

Compressed;

Meshed with Blender, adapted to TS3 with Milkshape, Photoshop, Corel painter, TSRW.

► Belt Dress -EF

Poly: 4.5k

Outfits section;

3 presets, 3 recolorable channels;

Categories: Everyday; Formal.

►  Knit Sweater - EF

Poly: 3.4k;

Tops section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Jeans - EF

Poly: 0.9k;

Bottoms section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Pants - EF

Poly: 0.9k;

Bottoms section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Cardigan - EM

Poly: 3.7k;

Tops section;

3 presets, 2 recolorable channels;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Jeans - EM

Poly: 1.1k;

Bottoms section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

►  Pants - EM

Poly: 1.1k;

Bottoms section;

3 presets, 1 recolorable channel;

Categories: Everyday, Formal, Outerwear;

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Creator Notes:

the female top and dress have black spots along the neckline in CAS, but look okay in game.

for the conversions part of this upload, you can download the YA versions by accessing the links below:

Warm & Cozy - part 1

Warm & Cozy - part 2

JOY Set II 

Cara Coat

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Download on PATREON (Early Access; public on December 16th, 2024)

Hope you enjoy them!

Thank you & Happy Simming!

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You can also support me on Ko-fi.

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Thank you to my supporters on Patreon & Ko-fi!

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TOU 🔊 Do not re-upload my creations. Do not claim as your own. Do not put them anywhere up for download and don’t add adfly to my links.

[hoosbandewan]

No matter who someone votes for does not make them a bad person. If someone votes differently than you and you find that as a reason to not support them then you are part of the problem. I'm thankfully open-minded and glad I can have Democrat and Republican friends and we can all still be friends even with different beliefs and opinions. I don't understand how anyone can have that mindset.... You want Peace and love but are the first ones to throw someone under the bus if they think differently than you do.

And using Ewan to push your thoughts is shameful

Having friends on both sides of the aisle is fine. Having a difference in opinions is fine. I think it can be incredibly damaging for people to get caught in an echo chamber and be surrounded only by people who share their same viewpoint. And the fact that we can all have our own thoughts and opinions is what makes a free country like the U.S. so wonderful.

I even know a good number of Republicans and conservative-leaning people who didn't and wouldn't vote for Trump. And, you see, that's the difference.

Voting for Trump.

You cannot, in good conscience, look me in the eye and tell me that casting a vote for Donald Trump makes you a good person. I could have forgiven a Trump vote in 2016, but not in 2020 and certainly not in 2024.

Trump attempted to overturn a democratic election and was indicted for it. And on that day, he voiced support for the Capitol rioters who wanted to hang his vice president for failing to reject the electoral votes that proved Biden's win.

Trump nominated Supreme Court justices to overturn Roe v. Wade, a move that has already killed women and will continue killing people. In Texas alone, the maternal death rate rose by 56% between 2019 and 2022, the year that Roe was overturned. Since the reversal, the infant mortality rate has risen by 7% nationally - and by 13% in Texas alone.

Trump is unapologetically and unabashedly racist, displaying repeated and disturbing rhetoric aimed at immigrants, Mexicans, black Americans, Haitians, Muslims, and more. In his first term, he instituted new procedural barriers to prevent immigrants from seeking asylum in America. He put migrant children in cages. He has unjustly called for the death penalty for numerous people of color - remember the Central Park 5?

Trump has threatened to deploy the military and law enforcement to target his political opponents and left-leaning Americans.

Trump rolled back almost 100 policies focused on clean air, water, wildlife, and toxic chemicals in an era when mitigating climate change is more important than ever. And he plans on gutting even more.

Trump is a convicted felon with 34 felony counts under his belt.

Trump has shown time and time again that his views and policies align with fascist ideals. He wants very, very badly to turn the U.S. democracy into an authoritarian regime.

And if this isn't enough, Trump has been endorsed by the KKK since his 2016 campaign. He's the golden child of white supremacists and white nationalists everywhere.

So, yeah. If this is your guy, I don't want fucking anything to do with you.

I am so sick and tired of Trump supporters crying about peace and love and civility and "oh, but where are the tolerant left?" when they turn right around and vote for Donald Trump.

You don’t get to hold abhorrent views and beliefs and then be friends with us. You don’t get to be friendly to our faces all while supporting a man who wants us dead or oppressed. You can't profess to love your fellow Americans if you are condemning them.

I don't want to hang out with racists and fascists. Because if you choose to support and vote for a racist, fascist, misogynistic, dangerous person, then that makes you one, too.

[definitelynotabirthblog]

1000 word quick drabble. I challenged myself to write imperfectly for an hour and post whatever came out. This is the result. Not too bad for something that hasn't had about a million edits.

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A CALLOUS CABBIE

The clutch on their car had been making very strange noises since Thursday. There is no way it would be fixed in less than three days, five including the upcoming bank holiday weekend. Bella's contractions started at 11pm on the Saturday night, only as painful as day two period cramps and twenty minutes apart at first, but by 3am on the Sunday morning, the contractions head steadily increased in frequency to every five minutes with the intensity of them now rendering her unable to talk when they peaked. It was time to go to the maternity unit, but with no functional car of their own, they were relying on the local taxi service to help them make the fifteen mile journey.

Brendon booked the the vehicle for as soon as possible using the company's app on his phone. Within ten minutes, a black Honda had appeared outside their house, the low rumble of the engine humming. Brendon swung Bella's hospital bag over his left shoulder and, supporting his wife with his other arm, walked her slowly out to the car. As she shuffled in, the driver took in the sight of her bump in the rear view mirror and frowned.

"I hope there won't be any accidents on that seat. A drunk puked on it last week and I've only just had it fixed" he huffed.

"We have sick bags in case. But she doesn't feel sick, do you baby?" Brendan asked Bella.

"That's not what I meant," the driver sighed. "I meant any... fluids. The last thing I need is any nasty stuff on my seat."

"My waters haven't broken yet," Bella insisted. "But if they do and I make a mess on your seat, we will pay for the cost of getting it cleaned."

"And what about the cost of the fares I'll miss while I'm getting it cleaned? Whose going to pay for that?" he argued back.

Brendon looked at the driver, speechless. Bella rolled her eyes and looked at her husband.

"Run in and get a towel to put under me sweetie."

Muttering under his breath, Brendon got out of the car and ran back to the house. Less than a minute later, he was back carrying a large fluffy towel. Bella lifted her bottom up and allowed him to spread it beneath her.

"Happy?" Brendon said, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"Ecstatic."

The vehicle revved up and started to move. For the first tenty minutes minutes of the journey, Bella was able to breath through the contractions as Brendon held her hand next to her. The cool night air brushed her face through the open window, distracting her somewhat from her cramping womb. As a particularly nasty pain cut through her as the vehicle turned on an intersection, Bella felt warm amniotic fluid engulf her crotch. Crying out as the contraction peaked, Brendon looked at his wife's drenched bottoms and gasped. The driver glared through the rear view mirror.

"What the hell was that?" he called back.

"Baby?" Brendon said, ignoring him. He looked at his wife, who glanced down at her pants and shot a panicked look first to her husband and then at the driver.

"Just a really bad one. It's going now."

But less than two minutes later Bella was roaring as another pain pummelled her uterus, head thrown back, hand snaking down to her crotch.

"Oh god, it's coming! Brendon, it's coming now!" she squeaked.

"Stop the car please," Brendon called, as he removed his wife's seat belt.

"Why?"

"Because my wife is giving birth!"

"I'm not stopping now. We're five minutes away. Tell her to cross her legs."

"Excuse me? I said stop the car! I need to call an ambulance!"

"And whose is going to pay for my missed fares when we have to hang around for an hour for it to come?"

"I'll pay you double. Just stop the fucking car!"

"No," he said plainly, taking the slip road onto the motorway.

"Brendon! Please! It's coming out!"

Bella's pleading brought Brendon down from his rage as she whimpered beside him, her hands cupping her crotch. He could see the patch of wetness had grown as more fluid leaked out of her. Car being driven at 80mph or not, he needed to act. Grabbing Bella's hips, he swivelled her body 90 degrees so she was facing him, her shoulders resting against the interior of the car door.

"Take my pants off!" she gasped. Brendon dragged her bottoms down her legs in one swift motion, exposing her labouring vulva. There, sat between two puffy lips and under the glistening jewel of her clit, was the centimetre square dark patch of their firstborn's head as her body forced it into the world.

"Oh my fucking god, I need to push!" Bella yelled, as she bore down. Fluid dribbled out from behind the swirls of the infant's hair as the centimetre patch of hair grew to an inch. Brendon held her legs open and instinctively she put her feet on his shoulders, bracing her legs against him as she pushed.

"You're doing it baby," he said, his voice breaking as he gently supported the taut perenium with his shaky fingertips. Bella's stretched pussy neared a full crown, her feet by his ears. Grunting with effort, she pushed like she was trying to shit a boulder, as her baby's head stretched her battered vagina to its limit. She shrieked with pain as their child's head popped out with a slosh of bloody fluid into its father's waiting hands. Pushing once more, a wriggling baby tumbled out onto the car seat, swimming in fluid. Brendon put the child onto its mother's chest, covering them both with his own jacket.

"How are we getting on back there?" the cabbie shouted, as he finally slowed his vehicle, the lights of the hospital shining through the cat windows.

"You'd better fucking believe we won't be paying for any damage you arsehole," said Brendon as his child cried, breathing oxygen into its lungs for the first time.

[theregencywriter]

Whispers of an heiress

Benedict x Y/N

Dear Readers,

As the anticipation for the upcoming season reaches a fever pitch, I find myself compelled to share some intriguing tidings from the esteemed halls of London's high society. Prepare yourselves, for a debutante like no other is set to grace the Ton with her presence.

Whispers of the mysterious and alluring Y/N from the illustrious L/N family have reached my ears, and it appears she is destined to make a striking debut under the watchful eye of none other than the esteemed Bridgerton family. Yes, dear readers, you heard it here first – a debutante who has never tread upon the bustling streets of London is about to take the social scene by storm.

What could have prompted such a debut, you ask? Well, my sources suggest that it is a tale of family connections and newfound alliances. The Bridgertons, known for their impeccable taste and standing in society, seem to have taken Y/N under their wing for the season. One can only wonder what intrigues and scandals will unfold as she navigates the intricate dance of London's high society.

So, fasten your seat belts, dear readers, for the upcoming season promises to be nothing short of captivating. As always, I shall be here, keeping a keen eye on the comings and goings of the Ton, ready to unveil the secrets that lie beneath the glittering facade of Regency London.

Yours in gossip,

Lady Whistledown

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Benedict's insistent voice reverberated through the hallway of the Bridgerton residence, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambiance on the polished surfaces and ornate furnishings. The anticipation of the evening hung in the air like a delicate waltz awaiting its first notes.

Outside Eloise's door, Benedict Bridgerton, his tall frame leaning casually against the banister, called out with a mix of impatience and amusement, "Come on, Eloise, we're all waiting for you. The carriage is practically tapping its wheels in impatience, and you know how punctual Mother insists we must be." Behind the door, muffled sounds suggested Eloise was in the final stages of preparation, her chosen gown rustling with the promise of elegance.

Benedict couldn't help but glance down the hallway, where the rest of the Bridgerton siblings stood in various states of readiness. Anthony, the eldest, adjusted the cuffs of his impeccable coat, while Daphne, ever the picture of grace, exchanged a knowing look with her husband, Simon. Colin, always the adventurer, checked his reflection in a nearby mirror, and Francesca stood by, a portrait of quiet sophistication.

"Honestly, Eloise, if you take any longer, we might miss the entire affair," Benedict called out once more, his tone a playful blend of exasperation and affection. The sound of Eloise's door creaking open heralded her appearance, and Benedict couldn't help but flash a wry grin. "There you are," he remarked, his eyes scanning Eloise's ensemble with approval. "Ready to charm the ton, I presume?"

As the Bridgerton siblings gathered, the anticipation heightened. Carriages lined up outside the residence, their polished exteriors reflecting the warm glow of lanterns that adorned the Bridgerton driveway. Benedict, ever the courteous son, extended a gloved hand toward his mother, ready to assist her into the awaiting carriage.

However, Lady Violet Bridgerton gracefully declined his offer with a knowing smile. "My dear Benedict, I'm afraid I shall be joining you all a bit later. I've decided to wait and personally accompany Y/N tonight. It's her debut, after all, and a lady must make a striking entrance."

"Mother, are you certain?" he inquired, a mixture of curiosity and amusement in his voice. Lady Violet nodded, her eyes sparkling with maternal warmth. "Absolutely, my dear. It's a rare occasion for a debutante, especially one unfamiliar with the intricacies of London society. I want to ensure she feels welcomed and supported on this momentous night."

Benedict couldn't help but smile at his mother's kindness and sense of duty. "Very well, Mother. We shall eagerly await your arrival with Y/N. I'm sure the two of you will make quite the entrance." With a nod, Lady Violet gracefully withdrew from the immediate party, her gaze lingering for a moment on her children before she disappeared into the house once more.

As the carriage rolled smoothly through the gaslit streets of London, Benedict turned to his elder brother, Anthony, his curiosity evident in his expression. "Anthony, pray tell, who is this Y/N from the L/N family that Mother is so keen on escorting tonight? I don't recall her name being part of our usual social circles."

Anthony, ever the responsible head of the Bridgerton household, leaned back against his seat, his gaze momentarily distant. "Y/N is the sole inheritor of the L/N estate. Rumor has it that she's been residing in the countryside, managing the family affairs with a level of competence that has garnered admiration but has kept her out of the bustling whirl of London society."

Benedict's interest piqued, and he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "The countryside, you say? What brings her to London now?" Anthony's expression shifted, a hint of something akin to speculation in his eyes. "It seems she's ready to make her debut, Benedict. Mother has taken it upon herself to introduce her to the ton, ensuring she navigates these waters with the grace befitting a Bridgerton affair. It's a rather unconventional entrance, but Mother has her reasons."

[let-me-fill-you]

It is the future. Settling other planets has become possible. You volunteer for an experimental maternity program, to test the effects of low gravity on pregnancies + push the limits of human fertility, in order to get a colony up and running. As a result, you grow quite... large. Well, "large" drastically undersells it. You reach a size that would not be possible on Earth. Your belly enters the room a whole 30 seconds before you do, but you're still able to walk waddle, thanks to the reduced gravity... although still, numerous belts are required to keep your belly from touching the floor. With so many mouths to feed, and such a great weight hanging from your front, you've been outfitted with a hefty backpack, connected to a mask secured around your mouth. Not only is it a counterweight for your massive belly, it's constantly pumping oxygenated air into your nose to improve blood flow + funnels a thick nutrient paste into your mouth. Without these things, and other accommodations, it would be impossible to support a pregnancy of your size... a fact that fills you with no small amount of pride~

[pencildragons]

snippet of married sabé/padmé/anakin, or as i like to call it, 'ani(dala)^2 couples counselling saves the galaxy that i'd said i'd share. this fic was originally meant to be codywan (or possibly cody/obi-wan/quinlan), and this is from its opening, hence . the codywan in it lolol. i think if i Do end up writing this, this fic would be the second or third part of a series, with the first work focusing more on. what is outlined in above linked post :]

Dear Cody, Obi-Wan writes. His hand is shaking, and the ink blots untidily about the flimsi, pooling at the stems of his lettering. I think you would like the mountain belt Padmé has whisked us away to. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision six months after we moved to Naboo; after years of having to do everything and say everything in careful moderation, as is befitting for a politician, I think she delights in wild spontaneity. Or perhaps it is just the time she has spent in critical proximity to Anakin. It is likely that he delights in her wild spontaneity too, more’s the pity. Now, instead of my Padawan merely being a bad influence on his wife, they are just bad influences on each other. It is a vicious, vicious cycle. Then again, when I think back to Christophsis—the first time, the week before I met you—perhaps this is not such a new development. I’m rambling. Back to the mountain belt. The tallest of its peaks is nineteen thousand metres, but the one that we now reside on is but a modest three thousand metres in height, known in the local language as Jaraam. Much of the belt and the surrounding region was colonised by a northern provence until Monarch Réillata, Padmé’s predecessor as Ruler of Naboo, brought about total planetary unification approximately fifteen years ago, at which point reparations were begun to be made. Since the reparations and the land being both placed under legislative protection from corporate or urban development and returned to its custodians, the traditional practices of transhumance between the high mountain pastures where we now reside, and the lower, warmer valleys has been allowed to flourish. Padmé’s mother, Jobal, hails from the semi-nomadic community whose territory includes Jaraam, and was wholeheartedly supportive of the decision to come here. I am to understand that she took great pains to ensure that both her children were taught of their heritage, of their language and culture, and it is a relief to her that her eldest is reconnecting with it. Anakin has told Padmé in no uncertain terms that he will not hear a word spoken in this house of Basic or of Nubian, the language so thoroughly globalised that the planet was named after it during its entry into the Republic, until after the children begin to learn those themselves when they enter the schooling system. He is adamant that along with Amatakka and Dai Bendu (at my request; believe you me that I will be shocked until the end of my days that he agreed, and without a fight), the children will also learn to speak first in Durrathaam, the language of this place. ‘Tongues of the heart’, he called it; I think fatherhood has changed him, Cody, for there is a maturity in him now that I do not recognise.

We are living in an old stone hut built for such semi-nomadic herders currently—Padmé tells me it is where her great-great-grandfather was born. Truth be told, I do not mind the hut. It is chill at night and the only power source comes from a singular solar generator that Anakin jury-rigged, relegated to powering the kitchen, the ‘fresher, and the comm-signal relay, and it is most certainly not a space space meant to be shared by four adults, three droids, and two infants, but we make do. Padmé and Sabé are, however, concocting plans to enlist the hordes of teenlings and young adults of House Thule, Padmé’s maternal family group, who apparently have nothing better to do than to help design and build a chateau. …And still I ramble. Oh, this place is beautiful, Cody. I remember the wonder in your eyes when we landed on Hoth and you saw that huge mountain range in the distance once the snowstorm had settled and the air was clear, and the view is somewhat similar. You can see for klicks and klicks, further than you could ever on Coruscant, even to the granite cliffs on the horizon before they plunge into the sea. If one looks up, one can see the sky, quite devoid of clouds and a soft, pinkish red, generally with a moon or two visible even in the daytime, although disrupted by the snow-capped horns of the mountains surrounding us. If one looks down, one can see the valleys spread out across the land, deep hollows of green and forests of close-growing alpine trees and the little settlements nestled among them. I feel like I can breathe, here. Now, for the most important thing; the star of this system is small and hot, and the sunrises—I think you would like the sunrises, Cody. I would even go so far as to say that they would make your list of the top twenty greatest sunrises you’ve ever personally witnessed. They’re better here than they are in Theed, I daresay, although I shall of course leave this final judgement to you. Yours always, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan puts down his pen and stares out the window at the cool light of the not-yet-dawn sparkling across the frost, then sighs and reaches beneath the dark recesses of his bed for the small plastoid box. It is not particularly big, although its protective casing is heavy, and he settles it on his lap, brushing his thumb over the small lock in the centre of the lid. Its key, slim and fine, is strung around his neck on the same cord as a chip of his lineage river-stone and the broken tip of a helmet antenna and the worn charms that Bant and Quinlan had made in their Padawan years long-past after his return from Melidaan; a collection of keepsakes from some of the most important people in his life that are now gone for whatever reason, be it distance or death. He dips his hand into his sleep tunic and draws the whole lot out, fits the key into its hole, and turns it. The box contains the few other material possessions that he owns: Anakin’s braid; his own lightsaber; a dozen prized ‘graphs that he hasn’t yet pinned upon the wall; the comm; and, beneath it all, a small sheaf of flimsies, folded neatly into thirds. He takes the letter from his lap and waves it in the air to dry. When the ink has set, he creases it into three with care and slips it to the very bottom of the pile, then shuts the lid, locks it, and replaces the box in its hiding place once more. He wonders, just for a moment, what his ex-Padawan and his wife and her wife would think if they knew that, once a week for the past eight months, he’s been writing letters to a man almost certainly dead. (It really doesn’t bear thinking about.)

if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging it!!! it rlly means a lot to me :3

[millylotus]

Duke's cousin Jay

His full name is Jayden Jackson, he's Doug's older sister Patricia & her husband Heaven's son.

Jay's always been a competent guy, physically inclined like his maternal grandpa and just as smart as the rest of his family. But the Thomas have never been particularly well off, so Jay never really got the chance to properly expand on alot of his talents and stuck to what would get him far quick enough & cheap enough.

One of those things was the Army.

After the loss of his parents in the bombing of Bludhaven he had nowhere to go. He wasn't going to bother his Uncle & Aunt, who where raising his baby cousin and caring for Granny Luci. He needed somewhere quick and cheap. He had nowhere else to go.

Nowhere to go but the Army.

At first they where going to use him like every other boy who'd lost people to attacks like the one on Bludhaven. Trauma riddled and gunning for revenge on anyone they where directed at, but Jay just didn't want to be a bother, and being useless was being a bother.

They saw just how good Jay was and in no way where they gonna lose such a useful asset. He learned quick & adapted to everything they put him through. And all those things they put him through where important, so important that Jay was put on teams that required code names and red tape for everything.

When Doug & Elaine went missing & Duke was put in the system Jay wasn't even aware until two years later, and even then he couldn't leave because he was still "fighting the good fight".

Eventually he gets a break, a couple months and with a payout on the bounds he'd stay quite and no one would get hurt. He ran to Gotham, got an apartment and found Duke living with the Waynes.

For a second he thought maybe Duke wouldn't want to live with him, the extravagance, the comfort, it was all Jay had ever dreamed of for his family. But his little cousin jumped right into his arms and suddenly Jay has split custody with Bruce Wayne of all people.

He adjusts to civilian life about as well as he adjusts to that of a soldier, but not quite. Just enough that it doesn't register to him that Duke met him in the middle somewhere between soldier and everyday life.

He'll be back with the special ops eventually, but he has a couple months left with all the family he's got. And by god is Jayden gonna milk every second of that.

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I generally think of Jay as an easy going if not a paranoid and really awkward guy

I've decided he has anxiety that he just isn't acknowledging right now

He's between Dick & Jason in age leaning more towards Jason

But ya know that's just how it is sometimes

He's not a very high emotions type of guy, most of the people in his family aren't

The most you'll drag out of him is an overprotective streak when it comes to Duke

He fidgets with his dog tags often

He knows how to kill a man in at least 50 different ways

He was the rookie for a solid 6 years before ending up as basically the middle child of his team

He's not sure how he feels about the Waynes but he's willing to take as much child support from them instead of indebting Duke to the army by using their money to care for him

When he finds out Duke is a meta-human he takes that shit to the grave, no-one is using his cousin

Same thing when he finds out Duke is a vigilante

He routinely cries to 16 Carriages by Beyonce

His favorite artists are Beyonce, Adele, & India Arie

He frequently goes to art exhibits and has tried his fair share at painting but is to embarrassed to really share it with anyone

Chronic resting bitch face he gets from his dad

The army aged him and people sometimes think he's Duke's dad

Knows things he shouldn't

Not tired all the time, but definitely more mellow compared to when Duke last saw him years ago, he smiled bigger back then

He's dated one person seriously in his life and that was a girl in high school

A fling there, a tent mate over here, maybe even on old friend who might come back, he doesn't really know

Once tried to eat his dad's belt as a kid

Got Duke hooked on sweets as a kid, much to Elaine's chagrin and now they're both sweettooths together

His favorite subject was art history

He reads plays a lot because they where just in abundance everywhere he went for some reason, and also because he likes dialogue a little more than heavy prose

Only has his GED, never really intended to go to college, now the army gets in the way of that

Figured out the We Are Robin thing quick, the Signal stuff not so much

Lets the WAR kids crash at his place even when he's dispatched

Doesn't like loud noises or the sound of guns

This ruined a lot of his fav trap songs for him

His fave color is yellow

He's jealous of Duke relationship with the Waynes and Robins sometimes, especially Jason, but by virtue of Duke just being a loving guy those feelings never really stick for long

One time he was babysitting Duke and the little man got him hooked on TMNT

He still has his Mikey mask, and Duke still has his Raph one

He's kind of just a guy sometimes

He's my one of my favs now

Jay Jack is just that guy, no excuses

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Your words in my mouth - TBOSAS

Sejanus Plinth x fem!professor-reader

warning : +18, smut, little emotional, angst, crying, handjob, praise/mommy-kink, power abuse, mommy issues

Summary : She was his literature professor and he was her student. His thoughts were shameful and inappropriate. And yet he couldn't help himself until the house of cards collapsed when she suddenly let his thoughts out to the class. A conversation would be unforgettable, a conversation with unexpected consequences.

Info : So this is a elaborates idea from me and with the amazing mind of @tinfairies who I rode this also for (besides myself and all you simps). So have fun reading with little Sejanus and I see you in the next work ;)

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Literature was his favorite subject, not because he was so eloquent or needed that extra good grade. No, his dark eyes were on her all the time. His professor. The young professor in the prime of her life had a husband at home and a small child to look after.

She had her job and her classes to teach and supervise. The last thing on her mind was him, he was sure of that. But she was everything to him.

Ever since he had seen her from the first day he had been torn away from his district, had sought help in his mother's arms, had retreated to his room in shame and looked at the photo of his professor, he couldn't get her out of his mind.

The red dress on her body with the black buttons and the leather gloves in the same dark color. It was the normal outfit of the professors and yet he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The way her clothes always seemed to be a size too small, the buttons worn out, the shapely hips supported by the belt she wore from time to time. The stockings he was sure were on her legs when she bent over and, of course, dropped a pencil right at that moment.

It took him every effort to keep the book on his hard center. He tensed up when he saw that she seemed to be wearing a thong next to the black fabric of her knee socks, he was sure.

She did everything just for him. And if he couldn't stand it, his hand had already wandered under his waistband as he fled to the toilet and tried to hold back his noise.

He felt miserable when he came, the thick cum covering his hand almost soiled himself and he often walked around with a jacket to cover his shame.

He wrote down his thoughts about her at night, trying to hold back the excited noises while his imagination ran wild in his head. Her look, her behavior, her touch, her body, her care. He would be good for her, he certainly would.

Until the day he learned that underneath his caring, almost maternal professor was something else entirely. ,,I would like to read one more piece of work because of the time, the rest you could send me at the end of the week," she said and the students in the red uniforms put away their pencils and books.

The woman was proud of her course, many future poets could become from the students, but her gaze rested knowingly on Sejanus' for a moment and she couldn't help smiling before she took the papers and placed them on her desk. ,,The assignment is from Sejanus Plinth," she announced and as always there was more or less euphoric clapping for anyone brave enough to submit theirs. But instead of pride and joy, he was filled with sheer fear.

He had submitted nothing, neither a word nor a sentence. But his heart skipped a beat when he looked in his shoulder bag and saw that his notebook was no longer there. He felt awful, nervous and excited.

A fact he could not deny as the heat rose to his ears and cheeks. She would read it out, there was no doubt about it, but if he stood up now and made a scene it would only get worse.

,,Every day I lay my eyes on you. See exactly how the red on your body nestles, wishing it were my hands that embraced you. Exploring you like he is allowed to do every day...but not me. I look after you at night thinking of the day when you walked around. Your smile to me when you bend down to me I can see in your silhouette. You never wear a bra and yet I know that you only do it for me. That at night it is you who touches me you would love me and love me. I would be better than him I would be good for you I would give myself up just to be touched by you. So I ask you one chance my beloved one chance only and I am yours forever just let me be good for you" she said and would have turned another page to reveal his fantasies had the bell not rung and the students stood up.

Sejanus released the breath he had been holding and looked nervously at his friend Coryo, giving him an indefinable look. ,,Thank you as always, I'll see you next week. Sejanus would you please stay a moment," she said and he almost flinched as he practically tried to escape from the room.

The red masses of students moved past him and he turned to her, closing the door of the hall, his footsteps echoing as he came to a halt in front of it. His bag slipped from his shoulder and slid to the floor as their eyes met. ,,Do you realize what that means?" she asked, her voice full of sternness, a tone he had rarely heard.

He secretly wished that she would treat him harshly only to praise him afterwards. ,,What does it mean? Mr. Plinth!" she called his name he lowered his gaze feeling his heart beat rapidly as his lower lip began to tremble he slowly but surely realized how stupid he was.

His vision blurred slightly as tears of helplessness formed in his eyes. ,,I-I Miss...I'm sorry," he mumbled powerlessly, afraid that if he spoke louder his voice would break. He saw her tilt her head slightly for a moment and sigh in disappointment before, to his amazement, she used her hand to play with his black curls.

,,You stupid boy" she said, he saw the smirk on her lips as she gently pulled him closer to her, he obeyed it was only natural that he tried everything to please her. ,,I'm sorry Ma'm" he said again hope resonating in his voice as he slowly cuddled up to her watching her but she let him.

Making him understand that it was all right. ,,Tell me, Sejanus, do you really want to go under my desk while I teach you, ride you, call you my good boy...do you want me to be your mommy?" she asked, hearing him whimper in shame as she read his fantasies from the book. It was enough when she stroked his cheek that the tears of shame flowed down his cheeks and she cared for him.

,,Don't cry, you're making a fool of yourself...here, let me help you. A good boy with such desires must be rewarded," she whispered to him, hearing his surprised gasp as her hand moved under the waistband of his pants and began to stroke his cock.

,,Yes-yes I will-please Mommy be good," came breathlessly from him as he closed his eyes and her other hand pulled at his curls every now and then, grinning as he whimpered and jerked his hips and she ran her thumb over the tip of his cock.

,,Ohh I know you'll be good my stupid stupid boy" she joked and let go of his hair before running her thumb over his soft lips, tracing them and making a satisfied sound as he started to suck her finger on his own, showing her how good he would be if she had him on her knees.

,,So eager," she heard his muffled assent, the muffled moans and whimpers, the tear-streaked look, the danger of another one getting inside. But when she pressed her fingers further down his throat, making him gag and squeezing his balls, he let out an angelic protest.

,,I-I no mommy I was good" he cried not understanding the look before she leaned forward and took her fingers out of his mouth and his spit mixed with the tears before she licked her fingers clean. His cock twitched and she heard the slight squeeze of his balls and the pathetic groan of her nickname.

,,Good? I'll let you come you crybaby if I get to see your pretty little ideas from now on," she suggested and took her hand off his cock. Saw how it tore him out of the whole moment and he almost threw himself against her, his lips kissing her hand again, not daring to kiss her.

He again threatened him with tears, ,,Yes of course of course you may Ma'm I'll give you anything you want...just please please let me come" he said hastily and she smiled as she stroked his cheek. Wiped away his tears and gave him a kiss, her hand wandering back into his pants.

He kept up the fast, steady pace, almost threatening to topple over as he tried to hold back. Not to touch her for too long as she had not yet allowed him to.

Her lips kissed him again, his voice and sounds drowned in the kiss. She broke away and said a simple, ,,Come for Mommy," his throaty gasp echoing through the hall as he poured himself into her hand.

Breathing heavily, she supported him for a moment before taking her hand off him, carelessly wiping his cum on his red skirt, tousling his hair and gathering her eyes. ,,Was I...was I good?" he asked as he opened his eyes again, not yet seeing his fucked image until he saw himself in the toilet mirror with embarrassed shame and arousal.

,,You were a good boy for me, Sejanus," the older girl replied, giving him one last kiss on the forehead and watching his hand reach out for her before she broke away from him, the grin never leaving her lips. Knowing full well that she had her stupid boy in her hands.

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[greatbigbellies]

A cursed(?) maternity dress that makes you pregnant when your wear it, but lifting the dress reveals your regular non-pregnant belly. Basically, you must keep your belly covered.

OOOH YOOUUUU.... That is preg kink monkey's paw shit... I get to look all cute and pregnant, but I can't show off my bare belly? That IS a curse! I should be able to lift my dress to show off the belly!!!!

I'll take it over NOT being pregnant, but as soon as I can get a differently cursed item that makes me pregnant, I'll trade it out...

Maybe a cursed pregnancy belly support belt that makes you pregnant, but increases the size (and weight) of your belly if you have direct line of sight of your feet, until it blocks your view...

in a twist, the most flexible wearers end up with the biggest tummies.

[peaches2217]

i have a little headcanon to share didjaosskspcjfnsls

i like to think that mario had always wanted kids. when he found the right person, he would drop everything to have ten of them. but as he got older, there was a little fear in the back of his head that he would never be in the financial position to have a family. back in brooklyn, him and luigi were barely making enough money to survive. he kinda put that dream of a family aside.

soooo… when peach eventually gets pregnant, she finds him crying all on his own one day. she was really worried until she found out that they were happy tears. mario was finally able to put his mind at rest. he could have a family just like he always wanted. he didn’t have to worry about money and not being able to give his child the life they deserved. he was married to a royal, after all. peach had plenty of money to spare.

long story short, mario is super happy he can spoil his precious babies.🥹

THIIIIIIIIIIIIS EXACTLY THIS ANON

It doesn’t even occur to him at first, because it’s been so long since he’s wanted for anything. He’s just happy and excited! It’s not until a few days later, when the reality of the situation starts setting in, that he starts thinking about finances. There’s so much to do! They’ve gotta start stocking up on supplies, and he definitely wants to build a nursery, and he’d also like to splurge and get something for Peach to help her remain comfortable as the months progress, but there’s so many options and he wants to narrow it down to what she can use the most for the longest —

But he realizes, just as quickly, that he doesn’t have to narrow it down. He can get her a whole maternity wardrobe and one of those belts that supports your belly once it gets big and one of those big fancy pillows that wraps all the way around your body. For that matter, they can buy all the excessive luxuries she could ever want and all the supplies they’ll need until their kid turns three and never once break a sweat! What’s he trying to crunch numbers for?

At first he feels a little silly for the unnecessary worrying… then it starts to set in that, at one point in his life, those worries wouldn’t have been unnecessary at all. All these daydreams about pampering his wife and spoiling their child? He hasn’t had them since he was practically a child himself, because in adulthood, he was forced to acknowledge that he’d probably never have the means to make any of it happen. Now here he is, a consort to the most beautiful queen, and just as Peach was raised in plenty, their kid — their kids, because they can actually feasibly support more than one — will never have a need that can’t be attended to. They’ll want for nothing. It’s a childhood fantasy coming true in real time.

Peach is initially terrified when she finds him hunched over their writing desk bawling his eyes out, because Mario doesn’t really cry. But he just hugs her and thanks her and promises he’s going to spoil her and their baby rotten, and that’s enough to put her mind at ease.

[necromancer-snail]

Long post about Monty under the cut because I'm a defender until the end of my days

Check tags for TWs

"Monty was evil" "Monty should have known" blah blah blah blah blah!!! Tell me you've never been betrayed by a parental figure without telling me you've never been betrayed by a parental figure. She cared for him and was the first connection he ever made - yes it was toxic, but he was a crow before he was ever human. He, with only a week of human existence under his belt, didn't have the emotional intelligence, lived experience, or support system necessary to a) realize the way she treated him was abusive, b) come to terms with her being a bad person, c) break the bond he had with her, AND d) get himself safely out of the situation while protecting others. Actually, pretty much no one who grows up in an abusive household has the ability to do all of these things until after years of healing and/or therapy!

He is not at fault for wanting her approval. It is shown she cared for him as a crow, and even though she harmed him when he was human, he still recalls being a crow - remembers her affection and how it made him feel. To him, the only way to be rewarded (not even with a material thing; with kindness) is to do exactly as she says. His relationship with Edwin wasn't solid enough for him to trust that he could get support or his emotional needs met, and while Esther wasn't reliable in that either, her conditions to receive affection and kindness were clear and easy to achieve. The only time we see her say anything rude to him or physically harm him is after Monty questions her methods or shows affection for Edwin, which means all he had to do up until episode 6 was hang out with Edwin and gain his trust.

All he knew at that point was "gain Edwin's trust = Esther approves + Edwin likes me." I'm sure she hinted at bigger plans, but having only been human a short time, never having a support system, having no reference for a healthy maternal relationship, etc, he trusted her. Anyone in his position would do the same. She was the first person to show him any sort of kindness, to fulfill his basic needs. He was vulnerable around her. There's a trust built there. It's not an easy thing to break.

He was 16 and had barely been human, barely felt things on a deeper level. A 16 year old can recognize their parent is abusive. A 16 year old can attempt to defy their parent. A 16 year old can try to escape. A 16 year old with only a week of humanity? He did try. It's unrealistic, and honestly it's insulting to victims of abuse, to expect him to have been able to recognize the extent of her plans and have the strength to escape with his life. He dies when he tries to leave. That wasn't added to the show simply to have a convenient way to get rid of Monty. It's the reality of abuse victims everywhere. The moment a victim steps out of line, they risk their life.

Engage with your media critically. Analyze the roles each character plays and their relationships and bonds. Fucking research the effects of abuse. He wanted approval from the first person who ever showed him kindness, the first person he bonded with. Children in abusive situations strive for it naturally. It takes years of working on yourself and your past traumas to fully recognize the extent of the abuse and a fuck-ton of willpower to get away from it. Those who try don't always make it.

And to be clear - if you don't like him because you find him annoying, or you simply didn't connect with his character, that's fine. But I firmly believe not liking him because he helped Esther is victim blaming.