#mother's day pregnancy meme

[madmanwonder]

Prompt; Crossover; Mother's Day Pregnancy Jaune and bleiss

You know that Bleiss would be estatic to show off her test to her new daddy

"Happy Mother's Darling~!" Bleiss said with a wide, cheerful grin on her pretty, pale-porcelain face as she flashed Jaune a special pink item in her long, elegant fingers.

As soon his dark blue gaze look at the item in question. His mind just froze at the sight of the pregnancy test, a positive pregnancy test which mean one thing for the knight-esque hunter who look at the smiling face of his most competitive admirers.

"...oh..." Jaune said numbly before he passed out with a huge silly smile on his face.

[rwac96]

Prompt

Jaune is walking down the hall when Cinder kabedons him. She gots something to show him, and he better be ready for it.

Happy Mother's Day Pregnancy Test

The Aspiring swordsman hummed to himself, walking down the halls of Beacon Academy as he head towards the sparring room. Jaune held his head high, feeling good about himself. It seemed like everything was going right; he managed to get his grades up, his swordsmanship improved, and he hasn't been harassed by Cardin and his team.

"Today's gonna be a good day," he says with pride, as he continues his stroll.

That was the case until he found himself pushed against the lockers by a certain amber-eyed ravenette. Dressed in the Haven academy uniform, Cinder Fall had her left hand pressed against one of the lockers. Jaune gulped, remembering his previous encounter with her; which made his cheeks turn red.

"O-Oh," he smiles sheepishly, "h-hey, Cinder."

"Happy Mother's Day," she says with a smile, pulling out a small object with a plus symbol on the small screen.

Jaune raises his eyebrows in alarm as he stares at the pregnancy test, the realization hitting him harder than Cardin's punches and Weiss rejecting him. His face pales as he heard the woman snickering lowly, knowing that he better be ready for the months ahead.

[ozzgin]

I looveee the Monsters x Heartbreaker reader. Especially how reader is a b**ch.

So what about a motherly reader with the monsters? I do love to give those monsters an awakening breeding kink and future family when they meet motherly reader lmao

TW: monster smut, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

I think it definitely adds another layer of possessiveness. Reader is not only a player, but also a caring Darling who just happens to be hornier than the average person. So she will lovingly accept the courting of any monster, with a lot of preparation and plenty of aftercare.

The realization doesn't immediately settle in. Obviously they've never dealt with a human before, so pregnancy is borderline ridiculous and out of the question. The monsters just follow their instincts and filling Reader with their seed is merely a kinky finale to their play.

And then it happens. Maybe it's a pregnancy scare, maybe more knowledge comes to light, but the important conclusion is that Reader can indeed be bred. It's the ultimate way to mark their territory and permanently brand her as theirs. What better way to say "She's mine" than turning her into the mother of their children? Bite marks, scratches, rough handling, they all go away with time. This is permanent.

Except, you know, this flawless logic implies there's not a horde of suitors waiting for their turn. "You're all mine", but multiply it by Lord knows how much. Yet, regardless of the reasoning, the urge prevails. No rational approach would convince the beasts in heat that they should take a step back. Even the ancient, all-knowing eldritch creature is clouded by tremendous jealousy at the idea that some other pathetic brute would gain the upper hand with Reader. Absolutely not.

It's a terribly crass way of putting it, but once this desire develops within the monsters, Reader will be dripping every step of the day. Whatever was happening under the sheets before has now turned into who can fill Reader up the most.

*insert multiple gas pumps meme*

(Ah, yes, that's where the Breeding Olympics from the previous ask come in. I almost forgot. Naturally, only the best of the best may have the chance to procreate with the one and only human of their realm. Funded by the Mayor of Monstertown, the historical event will ensure that Reader doesn't waste her time - and birthing resources - with anything less than elite.)

[ferrstappen]

F1 MASTERLIST

CARLOS SAINZ

paella en mallorca: spending time with your boyfriend's family was almost as good as having him for yourself.

mónaco : pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco (but if there's something left in us then it's everything that happened in Monaco)

CHARLES LECLERC

loving him is red: Charles’ girlfriend receives her first Grammy for Song of the Year, sadly enough the inspiration behind the song isn’t able to make it to the ceremony.

and the Oscar goes to: Charles and his actress girlfriend go to the Oscars, and he has to constantly reassure her.

AirPods and Princess George: a story of lost AirPods and Twitter memes.

titi we don't care: Charles can't seem to handle the fact a notorious singer took interest in you during Monaco GP.

Josephine, baby nº2 and baby nº3 Leclerc (dad!Charles)

the first one (dad!Charles):  Charles tries to prepare to be the best dad for his daughter, even if she’s just two days old.

aren't we supposed to surprise you? (dad!Charles): you somehow manage to overshadow Charles and Jo's gift.

ESTEBAN OCON

LONG LIVE: Esteban Ocon (aka the biggest Spiderman fan, according to himself) tried to bribe his girlfriend for spoilers, but Marvel was just too good keeping their secrets (actress!reader)

LANDO NORRIS

august: every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. but she didn't care.

when we broke up series

the first time we broke up: it was easy to remember how you and Lando fell in love, but it kept getting harder for you to remember why you love him.

the second time we broke up: there were reasons to try again, but maybe not enough.

everybody wants a taste : Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it (actress!reader)

part ii

Amalia Norris (dad!Lando)

surprise! we are a family : this wasn't planned. you are basically children yourselves and why isn't getting pregnant at 24 not considered teen pregnancy? Now Lando is waiting to meet his baby and hoping he doesn't mess up.

meet & greet : Amalia's first time in the paddock to support her dad.

let me take care of it : when papa isn't feeling his best, baby Norris knows what she has to do.

daddy's a race winner : McLaren garage with baby Amalia in what appears to be Lando’s first win.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

what happens with the kids?: Max really didn't have to find a girlfriend that soon after the divorce, and the fact that his girlfriend had a daughter of her own, didn't really help your case.

max, don't panic (driver!reader): your relationship with Max gets exposed in a non-conventional way, an accident.

max the wag: you can’t keep up with all the drama outside the track, but your boyfriend keeps you updated.

max the wag (again) max the wag (for the third time) max the wag: are we the drama? max the wag: caught in the middle max the wag: is taylor swift coming?

chicken soup: chamomile, green tea, honey, chicken soup, and your boyfriend was the best recipe to get over the flu.

primero llegó verstappen : Suddenly, Max isn't annoyed about being featured in a music video.

SLUT! : this isn’t your first time being a WAG, but people don’t seem to like the idea of you ending your relationship with Joe Burrow and falling in love with Max.

Mila & Luca Verstappen (dad!Max)

SAFE HAVEN: the Verstappen family and St. Barths

Disney World Break: Ahead of the Miami GP, Max and his wife take the twins to Disney World.

happy mother's day, sorry for the mess: Mila and Luca go rogue during Mother's Day, ignoring Max's plan.

unscheduled school visit: the twins’ teacher calls, the twins got in trouble. Max is in disbelief.

maxplaining 2.0: Luca Verstappen's first press conference during his karting career. turns out, he even speaks like his dad.

could you be more obvious? : you show up pregnant for the first race of 2024, just six months after Max won his 3rd WDC.

prompts

Accidentally referring them as "my" (MV1)

and whispering in their ears, "I love you" (CS55)

collections

THE COLLECTION MASTERLIST: pieces inspired by Taylor Swift's lyrics.

all the years we stood there on the sidelines, wishing for right now (EO31)

wanting was enough, for me it was enough (LN4)

[n3ptoonz]

How about a part 2 of the ‘sugardaddy!Johnny Cage’ where we ACTUALLY, GENUINELY get pregnant:33??

part 2 in blurb form ☝🏾🙂‍↕️ if you are new, fic here

pregnant!reader blurb with sugardaddy!johnny cage

no warnings, fluff, johnny being in love and having baby fever like a mf, obviously the kid is named cassie we knew this 😎

johnny soon-to-be-father cage, there is nobody he knows that DOESNT know. he demanded to his agents that he get to stay with you through the entire process. he even proposed to you the day he came back from set. he wanted to commit to you as quickly as possible and give your beloved soon-to-be-daughter the best life she could ever have.

if you're fine with being on social media, oh, when WONT you be? his posts have gone from bizarre sightings and photo shoots to "look at my gorgeous wife!" and wife memes reposted all over his story. but if not, he won't. it would bum him out a little bit, but he understands. he will be already setting up the pregnancy photo shoot for you months in advance though, ya gotta give him that.

he has dad and mom merch coming in packages by the day. "future dad" and "future mom" shirts to "girl dad" hoodies. you name it. and don't even get me started on how he treats you. by the gods, you'd think you married a prince. 5 star quality service, and you literally have to pry him off of you when you want to do things yourself. he doesn't want you lifting a finger, but damn, a quick trip to the bathroom is a one-person job!

when you're finally in labor, expect him to be in the know about every little thing regarding you and the baby's health. he's freaking the hell out, and shoot, you think he's the one in labor with how tight he's holding your hand. it's adorable. he literally practiced being able to withstand your grip in case you needed to when this day came. and through all those hours and a successful birth, out came your precious daughter, cassandra cage. cassie for short. (he's been talking about this name nearly the entire pregnancy).

when i say tear flow, i mean it. he cried more than you did! he was sitting next to you all bug eyed and lovesick. being in the presence of the mother of his child and his baby girl had him ready to drop everything. while you slept he would almost never put her down, even letting her fall asleep in his arms multiple times. he didn't care if his arms got tired. your rest was more important than anything else in the world.

oh and it takes you verbally telling him two months later that it's okay for him to go back to work. like he would refuse to leave your side. but you did promise to take lots of pictures and said he can facetime every time he had a break. expect his earthrealm buddies to check up on you every once in a while too. liu kang the most. (you have a giant pile of freshly picked fruits from raiden and lao so cassie became accustomed to organic fruit very quickly and won't eat any other kind)

[iamonlyhereforthefreefood]

Occasionally the Instagram algorithm will show me posts from dedicated childfree accounts and they're usually funny or relatable memes but the comments are of course filled with the "you're regret it when you're older" "enjoy your cats" etc. comments. But another one I see is "no one cares if you don't have kids but why are you making it your whole personality?"

And like A.) There are lots of single topic Instagram accounts and people only get mad when it's an account about being childfree. No one accuses a guy running an account filled with football memes of making football his only personality. Like an Instagram account does not equal the scope of someone's entire life and interests.

But also B.) Do you know how scary it is to be a kid/teenager and have everyone talk about pregnancy/becoming a mother like it's an inevitability? Like it's just something that happens to you one day whether you want it to or not? People need to know there is an alternative. Openly childfree people are important so people can realize "oh I don't have to have kids if I don't want to? I can opt out?" because there are still so many people having kids just because they're "supposed to"

[themousefromfantasyland]

The Pregnant Woman from Taubaté

It’s Mother’s Day here in Brazil, and this year I decided to do something different, exposing to the world the tale of a false mother who became an iconic meme and almost folk character in Brazilian culture. This is the story of a woman that claimed to be expecting quadruplets, her sudden fame, and her eventual downfall.

Maria Verônica Aparecida César Santos was a woman that lived in Taubaté (it’s pronounced as Tall - bah - Teh), a small town in the interior of the state of São Paulo. She lived a regular life with her husband, and their four-year old son.

Her husband had already undergone a vasectomy, but that didn’t stop her from announcing that she was expecting. First she thought she was pregnant with twins, but then she found out she was expecting quadruplets. 

Soon she became a celebrity around the town. She told the news she was expecting four girls, and that their names would be Maria Klara, Maria Eduarda, Maria Fernanda and Maria Vitória. Each girl would be dressed in a different color to help to differentiate her from the other sisters. The ultrasound showing the four girls spread through the internet.

The news quickly spread through the whole country, and Brazil’s biggest channels wanted to interview her and to know her story.

On January 11th 2012, Maria Verônica appeared on Hoje em Dia, one of RecordTV’s (a national-wide channel she chose to appear) highest rated programs. She said on the show that she had put on thirty kilograms, 66 pounds, with her pregnancy, and her belly measured 1.82 meters, 5’11 inches.

The show’s hosts cried hearing her story.

Verônica received huge donations of children’s clothing, diapers, toys, and furniture, all to better receive the soon to be arriving quadruplets.

But one of the show’s hosts was suspicious. Maria Verônica strongly refused to show or allow people to touch her belly, and seemed to be super nervous and angry. There was also something strange about her belly. It was huge, but looked to be super light, and Verônica moved way too easily for a woman that was expecting four. And there’s the fact her husband had undergone a FREAKING VASECTOMY.

The channel went after the story and found the truth, and exposed it to the whole country.

Her belly. It wasn’t a beach ball like many people were thinking, but it was made of latex foam, fabric and silicone. 

Her ultrasound was stolen from the internet and copied four times.

Maria Verônica was forced to return all the donations she had received, and her name lived in infamy. She and her family had to hide from the press that brought her story into the headlines. To this day she refuses to talk with the press. We still don’t know what motivated her to start this whole thing.

But the story of the Pregnant Woman from Taubaté became an internet legend. She became a huge presence in Brazilian memes and internet jokes.

These are the people from Taubaté, dressing like Maria Verônica for Mardi Gras/Carnival. She put the town on the map and people to this day still associate the town with falsity, fraud and fake people.

She essentially became the most long-lasting meme of Brazilian internet, and on this Mothers’ Day I want for all of you to stare at the moment when Maria Verônica appeared on national television, and it suddenly dawned on her that maybe she took things a little too far.

Happy Mothers’ Day my friends.😂😂😂 

@ariel-seagull-wings @tamisdava2 @natache @thealmightyemprex

[marvelmaniac715]

Some entertaining stories about how I got into Sims:

When I was young I watched a lot of Laurenzside videos (she was the funniest person in the world to me at one point), and I got super into her Sims content, particularly Sims 4 Meme Theme and her Creepypasta series, though I wasn’t as familiar with Creepypastas, so I asked for Sims 4 one Christmas (can��t remember how old exactly but it was before I was a teenager)

The day I got the game, it is important to understand that I had no understanding of the game’s mechanics or controls (I was very much not a gamer - before this I’d only played games on my iPad/phone or one of those kids gaming tablets like LeapFrog), so I didn’t know how Create A Sim works (for further context this was all on an XBox), so I just randomised the character until it looked a bit like me… my first ever sim was Eliza Pancakes…

I didn’t realise that there were more pages of traits or how to reach them so all of my sims practically had the same traits for like an entire year

When I first played, I had the sound on, and I distinctly remember my mother saying “You’ve set it up wrong, they’re speaking in German!” (Sims speak their own language called Simlish)

My older sister was playing with me on that first day and just sent my sim on a lot of jogs for no apparent reason

I didn’t know how to create kids or adopt them, so, uh, I stole a family from the gallery (the Pancakes) who had a toddler and deleted both parents to take the child for my own (I was like ten at the time, yet so cruel)

I didn’t realise that you could get into houses by clicking on sims so whenever I started a new household in a pre-existing house I would use a sledgehammer to remove the front walls like my characters lived in some sick and demented dollhouse

I once built an entire house but forgot to put in any doors

I specialised in houses that were all one room… I have no clue why

When a sim got pregnant for the first time, I checked Google and found out that sim pregnancies last for three days… being a child, I closed the game and played again three real world days later and was very confused that my sim was still pregnant

One of my only memories from the day I got the story-driven Strangerville pack is me loudly screaming, in an incredibly upset and shocked voice: “They took my fridge!” because to kick off the story some secret agents come and remove your fridge… I was NOT having it

My memories of my thirteenth birthday in 2020 involve me playing the new Realm of Magic Sims game pack whilst my sister was very unwell on the sofa next to me but I’m vibing because I’m a gamer girl with a little wizard family

[madmanwonder]

Prompt: Mothers Day Pregnancy

AU: Original

Characters: Kari Kamiya to D avis Motomiya, Sora Takenouchi to Tai Kamiya

"Happy Mother's Day, Davis." Kari said to David with beautiful, beaming smile as she displayed her positive pregnancy test toward her stunned-but-happy boyfriend and soon-to-be-father of her baby

X—xx—X

"Happy Mother's Day, Tai." Sora said to Tai with nervous smile as she show her positive pregnancy test to Tai who look dumbly at the test before he give her sweeping hug of joy which made her laugh in joy and relif as she give him a deep, soulful kiss.

[rwac96]

Type:Prompt

Character:Ragna, Velvet Crowe, Winter Schnee, Erza Scarlet, Samus Aran

Fandom:Blazblue, Rwby, Tales of Berseria, Metroid

Summary:Ragna is call by his haerm because they want to tell him something. As he go over them each one of them hand him a test and happy/smug/excited tell him the news and with him responding to this news.

Meme: Happy Mother's Day Pregnancy Test

(sequel to this post)

The Grim Reaper walks down the stairs, having been called by Erza about something important. Ragna exhales lightly, remembering the previous night of intense coitus. As the silver-haired man reached the first floor, seeing the four women each holding pregnancy tests. He raises his brows in surprise, seeing each positive on the small devices. Tears began to well up in his eyes, feeling a great sensation in his heart.

"Guess what, Stud," Samus says, smiling from ear to ear.

"You're going to be a father," Winter says to the tearing-up swordsman.

"Looks like our lovemaking brought fruit," Erza said, happy as the others were present.

"I suppose we all get to celebrate next year," Velvet Crowe speaks up, shrugging her shoulders.

[autumnslance]

(@driftward) Glimpes of the past meme. What has AERYN ACHIEVED? A CRITICAL C'ORETTA moment? When was IYNA INJURED? And when Dark, uhhh, Dark.. uhhhh.. AUTUMN AFRAID? And maybe a bonus MORTAL moment with... (wait for it) MEVAN?

Gremlin. All of these prompts on the same doc came to a bit over 4000 words. Half of these words are these scenes.

There's a lot here, so under a cut they go!

send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of

“Top marks again,” Emelia said, smiling brightly. “Even beating out the older students.”

Aeryn shrugged, trying to remain modest but seeing how pleased her parents were made her smile in return.

“Your academic skill has been noticed,” Tanzel said, reaching over to squeeze her skinny shoulder. “My old friend at the High Crucible has been following with interest. He is willing to sponsor your continued studies, on the condition you apprentice with him afterwards.”

“Truly?” Emelia asked, while the grandmothers murmured in the background.

Aeryn frowned. “I like alchemy, but I want to study magic.” She ignored Nani Shaila’s derisive snort.

Tanzel nodded. “I told him so, even with how…difficult, casting has been for you,” he said diplomatically. “But he thinks a well-rounded education in the current theories will be an excellent foundation, given the work they must do for the satrap.”

Her heart beat a bit faster. She could still study what she wanted—she was so close to figuring out how to tap into her aether, she just knew it—and would have secured herself a position in the High Crucible as well. She nodded eagerly, trying to contain her excitement.

Even better, Zaine was coming home on leave in a few days, and she couldn’t wait to tell him.

send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about

C’oretta paused just inside the door of their house, hearing the nurse Master Hamon had insisted upon talking with her mother. “Now then, Miss C’leiha, let’s get this done before your daughter gets home.”

“I told you before, Mida,” C’leiha said. The nurse’s name was not Mida. “Khell wants a big family, but I am not interested in having children.”

C’oretta bit her lip as the nurse took in a deep breath. “Is that so, Miss?” The nurse said mildly.

“Pregnancy is awful, and the changes to one’s health and body, even lasting after, ugh,” C’leiha shuddered. “And I’ve missed opportunities with my career I wouldn’t otherwise. No, we shall not be having a big family. I’d be happy with just the two of us.”

C’oretta forced her smile back on and called “Mama, I’m home!” before she stepped into the room.

C’leiha sat up, beaming. “Oretta! Welcome home, darling, did you have a good day at school?”

Reminding C’leiha that she was training at the Pugilist Guild now wouldn’t be useful, so C’oretta only nodded, still smiling, shrugging slightly at the nurse’s apologetic look.

send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury

To all of my children in whom Life flows abundant…

The sky burned. Iyna’s head ached as if struck, though it was her side that felt every flame.

…To all of my children, to whom Death hath passed his judgment…

She had been returning to the Citadel when something had obviously, terribly gone Wrong with the transmitter, Dalamud distantly pulsing red in the sky above.

…The soul yearns for honor, and the flesh the hereafter…

Her flesh was certainly yearning for relief of some kind, though not that of the Lifestream just yet. She pulled herself to her feet, wincing and holding the gushing wound at her side. That wasn’t good.

…Look to those who walked before to lead those who walk after…

Her ears rang, the words hard to make out, but she turned back to where her contacts had risked dropping her off and hobbled that way.

…Shining is the Land's light of justice…

The land was twisted and torn, what parts of the city that hadn’t collapsed burning. She blocked out the sounds and scents of people dying, as she had hundreds of times over the decades.

…Ever flows the Land’s well of purpose…

What the fuck had Garlond done?

…Walk free, walk free, walk free, believe…

She stumbled on, holding her side, calling on years of training and discipline and hate and stubborness to keep going, the ringing sound almost like a song in her ears urging her forward…

…The Land is alive, so believe…

“Iyna!” The familiar voices of her rebel contacts drew near, and she almost wanted to weep in relief. They were still there. They had come to find her, knowing she wouldn’t have gotten to the city proper yet, in her circuitous route to throw off suspicion.

Caution was no longer needed. There would never be a better time.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, swaying into her allies’ arms. “They’ll think I died with the rest.”

“You still might. Gods, this is a lot of blood!”

“Carry her, we have to go.”

A hrothgar scooped her up, and they ran through the burning woods to their transport.

The song continued, a terrible lullaby sending Iyna into dreams of more fiery skies and burning cities.

When she woke days later, side stitched and burns covered, she did not remember the dreams nor the song.

(Later she recognized the voice)

send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat

Dark shouldn’t have wandered away from her siblings.

They were noisy even when not chattering and laughing and so she had slipped away to hunt for herself, and had found a nice young antelope she could easily take with her bow.

Then the boar had arrived, scaring off her quarry and staring at Dark with its angry eyes.

She stood frozen, hoping if she just didn’t move one way or another it would go. At thirteen summers, she was taller than many adult Hyurs, but still unmistakably adolescent in her gangly limbs that did not match the size of her hands and feet, nor her still plank-straight torso. Her shortbow’s pull was strong, enough for wildlife up to small deer, but a boar?

It was larger than her, its hide thick and tough, its yellowed tusks long and pointed. It huffed out a heavy breath.

Dark swallowed a whimper and tried to stop her trembling.

It rushed forward. Dark screamed, loosing her arrow instinctively. It pinged off a tusk.

There was a shout, and the boar was body checked by a large roegadyn man, his spear driving into the creature’s side. Dark let loose another arrow. This one, luckily, pierced through the boar’s eye, finishing its ferocious death throes.

She fell to the ground, shaking and choking out a little sob.

Cold Autumn pushed himself off the boar’s twitching, whimpering, dying body. He stood there for a moment, shaking himself, muttering prayers and curses to both Nophica and the Elementals, apologizing for what had transpired, thanking them for the bounty of the boar’s body while keeping his sister safe, promising to see none of the boar wasted. The ritual helped him calm down, giving Dark the time to settle as well, and whisper her own prayers in response, following her eldest brother’s example.

His broad shadow fell over her, and she looked up. His expression of relieved anger was almost more frightening than the boar had been. “I told you to stick with us,” Cold said.

She nodded. She had disobeyed. The others were calling from the woods, hurrying through the underbrush, asking if everything was all right.

“We’re fine!” Cold called, deep voice easily carrying through the woods, slowing their siblings’ rush. He reached down and grabbed Dark’s upper arms, his hands huge and strong as he hauled her to her feet and looked her over. “Hurt?” he asked, tone gentler.

She shook her head.

“Good shot,” he said. “Finished it quicker than I could alone. Don’t do this again, Mouse.”

She nodded, flinging forward to hug him tightly. He returned the embrace, and then led her to rejoin the others.

send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them

The tunnel’s collapse was sudden, no Earth inspired nearby to sense, let alone stop, it. Mevan’s training with the town physicker wasn’t so much interrupted as changed in its course, following him to the site as people were pulled out of the rubble. She and the physicker were kept busy, hours passing in a blur.

She used the basic cleanse inspiration, many of the miners too injured to hiss at the sharpness of the aether scouring their forms. She used alchemical solutions to dull their pains and medicate scraped and torn flesh. She traced her hands over their wounds as if she were stitching them, her inspiration knitting them together. She set broken bones, weaving torn tendons, ligaments, muscles, flesh into whole pieces before splinting the limbs or wrapping the ribs, the spines.

Through it all, Mevan grit her teeth, mouth full of the taste of copper and grit, bones aching, skin tender, innards twisted. She felt each cut and bruise, each break and tear, that her patients experienced, her inspiration’s sympathetic reactions guiding her to what needed healing.

Her back ached, legs tingling as if asleep as she worked on a broken spine. She wasn’t good enough to deal with nerve damage yet; hopefully Master Ildris would come soon, a message had been sent to the enclave…

A shout, as one more body was pulled from deep in the rubble. They called for Mevan, and she ran to see. The man barely breathed, every attempt a shallow, raspy hiss. He was a mass of blood and bruising, limbs crushed and mangled. She set to work.

Sparks danced in her hair as she cleansed him, more blood welling and pooling in places it should not be. His skull had been mostly protected by his helm and luck besides, so there was no brain damage—not from being struck, anyway. She ignored his extremities for now, seeking the damages in his pulverized and punctured torso.

It was so much. Too much, making her sway as blackness crowded her vision. But she sucked in a breath and set to work. Mevan was only Seraphic inspired, but she had aetheric reserves that made even Divines jealous. She could keep going. She had to.

So she began knitting his wrecked organs back together. Clearing and repairing his lungs so he could breathe…but his airways were blocked, so take care of that. That caused a skip in his also damaged heart, so hurry there, finish the lungs in a moment…but now other things were failing, more blood and bile where it shouldn’t be, a cascade that she chased, trying to catch up to the failing pieces. She even tried turning the sympathetic bond around, willing her own organs to remind his how they ought to work—

“Mevan,” Ildris’s voice, soft and sad. Her thin, calloused hand rested on Mevan’s. “Ease his pain. And let him go.”

“But I can—”

“No,” her mentor said. “There are some things beyond even Inspiration. You’ve done more than could be expected, but it’s just as important that we know when to give in to fate.”

Mevan’s vision blurred, from both weariness and tears. The man was too weak to groan, but as deep as she was in his innards, she felt every agony. She withdrew; slowly, carefully, and with Ildris’s guidance, dulled his nerves and released the humors that would make him feel better than he was. Mevan fumbled for one of her vials, pouring it down his throat, sensing further relief as he relaxed, little other sensation left to him as she watched his battered organs fail.

Her own breath paused, briefly, as his finally rattled to a stop.

Mevan slumped against Ildris, who held and rocked her, brushing a kiss across Mevan’s temple, as she had when Mevan was a child and sobbing about how she missed her home, how she couldn’t reach the promise of her inspiration—not until she found her calling to heal.

“I know,” Ildris said. “The first is the hardest.”

“It gets easier?” Mevan rasped, her vision swimming, darkening as she shivered; she had been healing for hours, and this had been the worst. She had hit aethershock.

“No,” Ildris admitted, as Mevan’s consciousness faded away.

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introducing airlangga wirata haas, also known as THE CROW ...

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of parental death, pregnancy, car accident, terminal illness.

basics.

FACECLAIM nicholas saputra. CHARACTER NAME airlangga wirata haas. NICKNAME(S) angga, crow. GENDER/PRONOUNS cis man ( he/him ). SEXUALITY demisexual biromantic. HEIGHT 5'11" DISTINGUISHING FEATURES a pair of brown eyes with piercing gaze behind thin-rimmed glasses, soften whenever he smiles; black wavy hair usually trimmed short. APPEARS (THE AGE AT TIME OF DEATH) forty. BIRTHDAY january 20th PLACE OF BIRTH jakarta, indonesia. NATIONALITY indonesian. FAMILY INFORMATION his father was an american journalist based in jakarta while his mother was a teacher for a public school. both of whom died after being involved in a car accident, where his father died at the scene of the crash while his mother, who was pregnant with angga at the time, had survived long enough for the doctors to perform a surgery that saved him. he had reunited with his father in death, but not his mother – who had been a grymm and was offered retirement before angga arrived in the afterlife. otherwise, he had no living relatives. CAUSE OF DEATH he had gotten sick after coming back from an academic conference and had shrugged it off, until his symptoms gotten worse. when he got to the er & they found out he had suffered from meningitis, it had been too late. despite the doctor's best efforts, he had succumbed to the illness. TRAITS + passionate, studious, persistent – pushy, tactless, know-it-all. LIKES the scent and feel of a new book, the smell of rain, a freshly-brewed coffee, trivia nights, picking up new knowledge or skills, being right, getting satisfying answers to his questions, spending time with his father. DISLIKES whenever they make his coffee too watered down or sugared up, long drives (or being in a car for far too long in general), strenuous physical works, unsolved mysteries, not getting a straight answer (even worse when he's refused an answer at all), people discrediting his works, people who are mean to kids. HOBBIES reading (particularly non-fiction, classics, or mystery & crime novels), writing on a journal (he dabbles in a little poetry!), studying & learning new things, sketching, snooping and poking around to learn more about the afterlife. HABITS despite the nonexistent need for sustenance nor the existence of time in the after life, angga still enjoys a 'morning' coffee before starting his day, he's a restless thinker who would either: a) drum his fingers against a surface, b) mindlessly fiddling with a pen cap or clicking away on it, or c) paces around the room, tends to fire out some random fun facts he remembers out of the blue, might shut out others & forget to take care of himself when he's too preoccupied with something he's working on or otherwise overwhelmed.

optionals.

EXTRAS pinterest + playlists. CHARACTER TROPES determinator, sarcasm-blind, insufferable genius, too clever by half, married to the job, nightmare fetishist. CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS spencer reid ( criminal minds ), akagi ritsuko ( neon genesis evangelion ), holden ford ( mindhunter ), viktor ( arcane ), eve polastri ( killing eve ), gale ( baldur's gate 3 ). MORAL ALIGNMENT chaotic neutral. ZODIAC aquarius. MBTI intp – the logician ENNEAGRAM type 5w4 MEMES

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*shaking a metal cup rattling with loose change á la beggar squidward meme*

Some pregnant Vale thoughts queen. Vale pregnant with Pecco thoughts my queen.

Vale will never tell anyone but he was terrified. The night the test came back positive he threw it against a wall, claiming it was a fluke. It was a cheap test he bought from a tourist trap.

But he could feel something was up. So he went drove an hour away wearing a baseball cap, basketball shorts and an extremely oversized shirt and bought two packs of pregnancy tests. All but one test came back positive. The only non-positive test was inconclusive. He couldn't sleep for the next few days, his fingernails bitten to stubs and his cuticles bleeding.

He isn't proud to admit but he contemplated having an abortion. He was just about to start racing in the 500cc category and a pregnancy would destroy his career and public image. He had links and would be able to fly out to a low-key country and fly back before anyone noticed.

But then he saw his baby. He went in for a scan and when he saw the tiny spec on the ultrasound he was hooked. Valentino went home and sobbed on the phone to his mother. She rushed over and the pair sat together, discussing what was next.

Luca moved in with Vale, partly because he wanted to spend more time with his older brother and mostly because he wanted the baby to like him more than his sister. He unfortunately had to deal with Vale's terrible cravings, often seen running out of the apartment late at night for tinned fish and honeydew melons.

Vale was very open about his pregnancy and Honda was hesitant but seeing the positive publicity coming from Vale, kept him in the garage. Anyone with a vigilant eye could spot him supporting the engineers, his face illuminated with a pregnancy glow. His gender reveal was chicken-themed, a strange event shared with the whole of Tavullia.

He gave birth during the summer break. He attended the last race before break waddling up and down the paddock and came back with Pecco asleep in his carrier the first race back.

In the hospital, he had a revolving door of visitors, but when it came to pushing Valentino did it alone, everyone sleeping as it was the late hours and no-one was expecting Pecco to come as quickly as he did. His parents woke up to see their grandson swaddled in blankets, Luca cooing over him. Valentino left the other parent section of the birth certificate blank. There were only two names needed, Valentino Rossi and Francesco Bagnaia Rossi.

[bidisasterevankinard]

fic stats meme

tagged by @loserdiaz @rainbow-nerdss @devirnis @buddierights @jeeyuns <333

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

the most hits and second most kudos

I wanna be yours (6,061 words) E

They both just melt into a kiss, enjoying the taste of each other's lips. It's a deep kiss that sends chills down Buck's spine. Eddie literally devours him with his mouth, and Buck doesn't even try to resist. But they both need to breathe, so they separate to get some air, but after a few seconds Eddie joins their lips again, pushing Buck to the counter in the center of the kitchen, so he hits his back pretty hard, but blue-eyed can't care more about a small bruise while Eddie presses him into the counter and kiss Buck like he's a water source, and Eddie is madly thirsty. or, after poker smut fic

third most comments

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go (1,010 words) G

When the pillow moves away from Eddie’s face, Buck sees his friend’s predatory expression. “Well, you’ve made your choice, Buckley,” Eddie says slowly and removes bowls from their laps, then pushes the table away from the couch. Eddie all this time, looks at Buck like he is a prey. Buck swallows and grabs the pillow better. “You were the one who started it, Diaz,” Buck says in a confident tone, showing Eddie he accepts the rules of the game. If Eddie wants a pillow fight, he’ll get it. or, Buck and Eddie watch Eddie's favorite telenovela, have pillow fight and then kiss

fourth most bookmarks

We are family (let`s buy pajamas to prove it) (1,787 words) G

A week. Eddie tried to find the perfect way to ask Buck to marry him for a week. It should be something cute and romantic, but also something only for them.Big romantic gestures are amazing,but Eddie feels like he needs it to be something quiet and domestic. So while Buck has a shift without him, he searches for the best idea on the Internet. But the last two hours gave him nothing except anxiety. “Dad!” Chris` scream near his ear scares him, and he almost drops his laptop. Chris smiles at it. “I called you five times. What are you doing?” the boy sits near him and tries to look at his screen. or Eddie and Chris propose to Buck with cute pajamas

fifth most words

I was always in front of you (2,131 words) G

“Do you want to help me find a new couch?” “I thought you needed to choose the couch yourself?” Eddie wants to slap himself. Buck opened his heart in the hope that Eddie will understand him, and Eddie asks this question. But Buck smiles brightly. “Yes, that’s the point. I`m going to do it. I just would like some opinions from my partner. It’s not like you would choose for me. And I want an opinion from Chris,” Buck says and looks at Eddie like he should understand what he means and wait. But Eddie can’t fully tell or better say scared to hope what Buck means so another man helps him. “We can buy a couch together. Three of us,” Buck emphasizes the last part. And Eddie thinks he can’t breathe. He smiles bright and hopefully but he needs to be sure they both understand what it means correctly. “Like a family?” Eddie asks and hears how behind Chris comes to the kitchen. Or, Eddie comes to see Buck after hospital, helps him to deliver Kameron's baby. then they have movie night with Chris, choose couch together and finally goes on a date Or, how they could end 6x18

fic with the least words

Eternity in your hands (639 words) G

Buck still can`t believe it. His little girl sleeps peacefully on his chest with his big hands on her back. She was born a week ago, at home for three days. And still it feels unrealistically. Like Buck is dreaming. But he is not. She is here, in her LAFD onesie, which he bought for her the moment they found out about their surrogate mother pregnancy.

tagging @transbuck @alyxmastershipper @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @911onabc @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @monsterrae1 @wildlife4life @rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @housewifebuck @cowboy-buddie and anyone who wanrs to share

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Jack and Eleven, the tropes of the evil and monstrous children.

I need an AU world where Jack from "Supernatural" and Eleven from "Stranger Things" meet and they are like that Ben Affleck smoking a cigarette meme. “Stranger Things” is not over yet so I can’t draw final conclusions but it’s still fun to see the similarities and differences between these two characters born out of the creative minds of American screenwriters circa 2015-2016.

Pre-birth

So far we only know a general outline of what happened before Eleven's birth. We know that her mother was literally used for experimental purposes in Hawkins National Laboratory but there's a rather unsettling blank as to how she got pregnant. Jack’s pre-birth story can be pretty much summarized as “Lucifer was throwing a tantrum and experiencing the ups and downs of having god-complex problems when your father is the literal God”. While we're not showed Jack's actual birth, we unfortunately see the moment before conception, a moment of deception and abuse to the detriment of his mother. Additionally, both Jack and his mother are referred as one famous pair: Rosemary complete with the baby. I hope this was a non-subtle way with which the writers wanted to signal us the underlying abuse but I have my doubts.

The mothers

Terry Ives and Kelly Kline have been violently abused, period. Terry’s story is perhaps even more tragic because of the sufferings she had to endure during her “participation” in the MKUltra Project. Kelly suffered severe trauma during her pregnancy and died after giving birth to Jack. Terry tried to get her daughter back (she was likely taken away from her after birth) only to be restrained and removed from the facility. She's still alive but in a catatonic state and we don't yet know if it was induced nor what happened after she got thrown out of the laboratory.

The fathers

Both Jack and Eleven have multiple father-figures. Jack’s biological father is the President of the United States possessed by Lucifer while his putative father is Castiel. Eleven’s biological father is unknown so far but who she considered as her “Papa” while she was a kid was Doctor Brenner. Her putative father is Jim Hopper. In this respect, Supernatural writers were bolder because Jack explicitly states that his father is Castiel, not Lucifer. Although they didn’t pick up on that in season 14, it still was something quite powerful that briefly broke from the never-ending “I am your father” reveals that perpetuate ancient-as-fuck theories about the predominance of the biological father in the formation of the subject. This doesn’t happen in “Stranger Things” and unfortunately I think we’ll have an “I am your father” reveal in season 5 which bleah ( I dream of a day where screenwriters will break from the "Star Wars" spell, guys you need to move on, there is a life to live, bikes to ride, roads to walk, sunsets to enjoy. LET.GO.).  Both Lucifer and Doctor Brenner are the bad and evil fathers, while Castiel and Hopper are both PTSD-suffering former soldiers who… let’s say they try to do their best to be the protective caring fathers.

The birth

We don’t yet know much about Eleven’s birth but we’ve partially seen it from her point of view (that was a ballsy, fantastic move, well done to “Stranger Things” doing proper homework on trauma). Jack’s birth, on the other hand, checks all the boxes of the birth of the “monster” as “prodigy”: massive power outage, a rift between worlds was opened, the usual.  Unlike Eleven, Jack is… a bit “different” because he is both angel and human so he gets to grow up super-fast after his birth.

The training

They both get some training to do because people want them to use their power to open a gate into a different dimension. In Eleven’s case things are way more awful, she didn’t get the Sam-Winchester-weak-ass training of moving pencils and talk about feelings, she was literally used as lab rat by Doctor Brenner stripped of her identity, branded with a 011 and even her name, Jane, was changed into said number. However, Jack did end up in the other dimension he had opened the rift to, got captured, maybe tortured (?) and eventually found himself to fight in a random war he had nothing to do with. So, you know. They eventually both grow up as...

The weapon

Both characters are compared to weapons multiple times in their respective shows.

The loss of powers

Both Eleven and Jack lose their powers at some point.  While Eleven has to re-start her traumatizing and abusive training sessions with Doctor Brenner, Jack does… whatever the hell they made him do it, i.e. the usual cannibalization of other angels’ grace etc. (which, to the writers' credit, is still thematic since the random war he was fighting was against the same angel he ended up cannibalizing, everything works in full circle etc etc).

The underground

Although in Jack’s case it wasn’t intentional (since the bunker already existed well before his birth), both characters are raised in an underground, hospital/military-like facility.

The performance

They both perform a “normal” persona for other people’s benefit. In Jack’s case, this persona is an infantilized, less-threatening version of himself. Eleven, on the other hand, performs femininity: in each season there are different people who put make-up on her face and who give her different styles of clothing and hairstyles. In season 4 she lies to Mike and pretends to be a popular girl in school who has a lot of friends while, in reality, she gets violently bullied by her peers. And this leads to…

The sacrifice

People rely on their power to solve problems or they’re too concerned with the way they decide to use their own power. It seems that everybody agrees that said power should be used for “good” but recoil when accidents happen or when both Jack and Eleven end up using their power for somethig less... “good”. This results in both characters having heart-breaking self-sacrificing tendencies, they seem themselves as monsters who need to prove themselves worthy of the human status. They sense when people who’re supposed to love them are scared of them and it makes them want to become "better" or more like "everybody else". I said heart-breaking because, while it may be a tiny bit less obvious in Jack’s case, it’s strikingly and visibly evident in Eleven’s story that theirs is the realest tragic story ever, the story of the children who get sacrificed for the" greater good" (I am, once again, begging storytellers to change this narrative, it can be done, the world will not end, I personally promise). She's got the weight of the world on her shoulders and people have these huge expectations of her ability to save them from evil and death while she's just this tiny, abused, traumatized and scared child. I don't know, man. My heart cries when I see certain scenes, I can't take them anymore.

The trauma

Eleven manages to “relive” her past and see it for what it is in all its horror. This allows her to break free from her evil father’s leash and see what he has really done to her (although more is to come for sure but she’s on an interesting journey of self-discovery). Jack, on the other hand, doesn’t get to break free from his trauma. He tries to find meaning by visiting his biological past in the shape of his maternal grandparents but there’s nothing for him there. Maybe his trauma is that he never was a child, he was forced to grow up too soon and, even though he’s the most powerful being on earth, he’s still also a human who has the right to go through all human experiences.

Friends

The second thing that set them aside the most is the presence/absence of friends. Eleven’s got quite a few of them and this is especially important to her growth. It’s not just about her family, it’s about an extended system of support who cares about her. Jack, on the other hand, sadly doesn’t have the same support.

I think I could go on forever but I’ll stop here to reflect on how Jack is mostly framed as “evil” while Eleven is almost always compared to a “monster”. Jack's story is very much tied up to morality while Eleven's to deviancy and craziness. They’re both presented as white, able-bodied, young humans who have “something” inside of them that makes them different. People around them are very quick to pick up that “different” vibe but very few people are willing to go beyond and look at the constant trauma that is their life. I think that Jack’s story doesn’t ultimately end well for him so I really, really hope the same won’t happen to Jane/Eleven.

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OC Meme - get to know Rana

Got tagged by @mynthara to do this oc info meme, tagging uhhh anyone else who wants to do this if ya want (@larissel I choose you if ya wanna blab about Nashira :3)

I put a readmore for possible game spoilers ahead for BG3, and for potential content warnings (mentions of Dark Urge antics, kink dynamics, and brief mentions of SA), cuz Rana's life pre-tadpole was Not a happy one. Enjoy all the pics of Rana I stuffed into this!

BASICS

Full Name (pre-tadpole): Rana the Gray, ie the Bladedancer, ie The Dark Urge, ie The Red-Eyed Dagger

(Rana loosely translates to Lesser End/Minor Destruction in Drow)

Full Name (post-tadpole): Rana'rox La'Rouge, ie Rana, ie Durge

Gender: Nonbinary/Agender

Sexuality: Pan

Pronouns: They/It (They/Them for Rana, it/its for their Urge)

Age: Mid 40s? Rana doesn't quite remember how old they are.

OTHER

Family: Bhaal (progenitor), Orin the Red (Half-Sister, Bhaalspawn Bloodkin), Mala (Rana's daughter - a product of SA and incest - that they had smuggled away as soon as she was weaned, in order to protect her from the Bhaalist cult and from their Dark Urge; Mala ended up adopted by Jaheira and her family. Mala loosely translates to Secret Breaker in Drow)

Other family: Adopted drow (seldarine) mother called Rox La'Rouge (deceased, killed by the Dark Urge), a pet Displacer Beast called Chewy (deceased), a human man called Rook Haven (deceased, killed by the Dark Urge) who was the ringleader for a traveling circus called the Raucous Rooks (all members killed by the Dark Urge when the Urge first fully manifested in Rana), and several unnamed children both deceased and surviving as Bhaalists (Rana doesn't remember them, the Brain Trauma is Strong).

Birthplace: Spawned in the Cloakwood forest near Baldur's Gate, then found and raised by Rox La'Rouge and the Raucous Rooks circus shortly after.

Job: Originally a bard and acrobat in the Raucous Rooks circus, then became a Bhaalist assassin, then the leader of the Bhaalist cult in Baldur's Gate, then during the events of BG3 acts as an altruistic adventurer. Rana hopes to one day join a new carnival or circus as a clown or daredevil acrobat.

Phobias: Succumbing to the Urge, Pregnancy (Ironically has a breeding kink), The color Red (specifically when it's the Urge), loss of control, succumbing to insanity.

Hobbies: Rana works to teach themself Drow (they never learned to speak it fluently as a kid, and are trying to catch up in adulthood), and other languages in their free time, and write in their journal extensively. They enjoy collecting and sharpening daggers, sword swallowing, juggling, reading, dancing, singing, and playing instruments such as the lyre and lute. They also like trying new clothes and learning new rope-tying techniques.

MORALS

Alignment: Chaotic Good - Rana will go out of their way to do what they believe is good, laws and consequences be damned, if only to counteract their Urges. Sometimes that involves killing someone doing a great wrong, or breaking into buildings to steal food to feed the hungry, or intimidating guards into turning a blind eye to someone just trying to survive, or purposely isolating themselves from others so as to not hurt anyone.

Sins: Wrath (the Urge), Lust, Envy

Virtues: Patience, Courage, Kindness

Introvert / Extrovert / Ambivert

Organized / Disorganized (memory problems)

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between (save yourself I'll hold them back)

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

OTP: Shadowheart, Minthara, and Lae'Zel (Rana is polyamorous and kinky, and wants to share and be shared with their partners. In an ideal situation, they act as service top and Submissive in a D/S dynamic with Minthara, Shadowheart, and Lae'Zel; Minthara also acts as the Domme of Shadowheart, Lae'Zel, and Karlach. Minthara only agrees to this dynamic if it's a Hierarchical relationship with her at the top.)

Acceptable Ships: Karlach, Halsin, Astarion, Dame Aylin and Isobel, and Abdirak (If Shadowheart and/or Minthara give Rana permission, they'll happily be with other people)

OT3: In a polycule with the entire party (Rana wants to get passed around like a blunt)

Brotp: Karlach, Wyll, Minsc, Astarion, Gale

Notps: Jaheira (sees Jaheira as a mother/grandmother/mentor figure, but is entirely willing to platonically help Jaheira with her kids, considering they find out Jaheira's the one who adopted Mala ie Rana's daughter),

Gortash (Rana's ex-boyfriend from before the tadpole amnesia, whom enabled their Urges and vices. Rana wishes things could have gone differently, they saw potential in Gortash, and mourn what could have been had he not turned to tyranny and extortion. They resent him for what he did to Karlach, but can't bring themself to hate him, because in his own ways he managed to help them by crafting a prosthetic eye specially made for them, and they at one point held some strange distorted love for each other),

Orin (not only did Orin give Rana the brain trauma and tadpole that resulted in their amnesia, but Orin also SA'd Rana during the time before they became head of the Bhaalist cult, which resulted in Rana going into hiding for a year and a half to have their daughter Mala and smuggle her away to a family that would protect her. Rana feared what would've happened if they raised a child within the cult, knowing the traumatic hell of Orin's own incestuous conception and cult upbringing. There was a high likelihood they would have killed the child due to the Urge, if they kept Mala within the cult. Even so, the good still in Rana wanted to find a way to forgive Orin, and drag her out of the cult kicking and screaming. If they could have found a way to renounce Bhaal without being forced to kill Orin, they would. Alas, they couldn't find a way to save their bloodkin from the lash of Bhaal.)

Raphael (Rana already felt like their soul was forfeit by virtue of being a Bhaalspawn, they're loathe to chain themself to a manipulative devil as well, even though they find his honeyed words alluring and the idea of being a devil's plaything is...not entirely unappealing for someone who enjoys being a service submissive like Rana.)

Link to the lil dagger dividers I used for this post