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[stuckinthewind]

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AAP Deno Drops Lavish New Music Video 'Supa Ties' Featuring DJ Khaled and Raw Youngin

AAP Deno has released a new music video for his track "Supa Ties", featuring Raw Youngin and the legendary DJ Khaled. The music video features the artist performing in front of several luxury cars at a luxurious mansion, surrounded by their close friends and beautiful models. The video also features a special appearance from the CEO of their record label "Bird Vision Ent" Bird, adding to the grandeur of the video.

The music video is a perfect accompaniment to the track, which is a banger and features the artists' signature melodic flows. The song is all about how the artists are very connected and plugged in, no matter where they go. The chorus is infectious and is sure to have fans singing along in no time.

The video opens with the camera panning across a fleet of luxury cars parked outside a luxurious mansion. Inside, AAP Deno and Raw Youngin are seen rapping in front of a group of friends and models, all dressed to the nines. The energy in the room is high, and the rappers are clearly enjoying themselves as they perform the track.

As the video progresses, we see the artists enjoying a lavish meal with Bird, the CEO of their record label, clearly enjoying the fruits of their success. DJ Khaled makes a brief cameo in the video, congratulating the artists on their hit record and reassuring them that they have "another one" in the bag.

The video is a testament to the hard work and dedication of the artists, and their commitment to their craft. It is also a celebration of their success and the perks that come with it. The opulence of the video is a reflection of the lifestyle that comes with being a successful rapper, and it is clear that AAP Deno and Raw Youngin are relishing every moment.

Overall, the "Supa Ties" music video is a feast for the senses, featuring stunning visuals, catchy melodies, and a host of famous faces. It is a testament to the skill and talent of the artists involved, and a clear indication that they are here to stay. Fans of the genre are sure to appreciate the high production values and the infectious energy of the track, and it is sure to go down as one of the standout tracks of the year.

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hs twitter is also a lot younger so its funnier seeing these teens joining in, its like that gif of the guy arriving to a dumpster fire except the room is now dark and moldy and dusty and only has like two old people in teh corner going "hey remember when..." back and forth

the bright side is making content with new memes. caliborn would call himself a sigma male

HCKJC I SUPPOSE IT IS FUNNY TO SEE HOW THE CHARACTERS HOLD UP IN MODERN INTERNET CULTURE

also these kiddos are super creatively skilled too it's crazy impressive to see them juggling between different specialized programs

[ronearoundblindly]

Ari- Baby is sick for the first time

Ari Levinson x best friend!reader (now fiancé)

New Parent Panic, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

Warnings for protective!Ari, Ari not communicating, you doing the same, and then everyone gets their shit together and it's fluff. WC 2k *Off in the distance an ol' timey man pops up: "An argument, you say? You wrote an argument?? How different from your usual!!" Ha-ha. Yeah. We get it. Ro's the same hoe as last year... **I am not a mother. I know what would reasonably be categorized as zilch about babies. I have, however, seen this overwhelmed and guilty behavior from several of my peeps as they raise their youngins, so that's good enough for me. You're doing fine. I promise.

Sure, there was the rather severe diaper rash incident, and the time when nursing her turned your nipples into raw portals for a newly-discovered circle of hell, but nothing could have prepared you for this day.

Rachel was...meh this morning when Ari left for work. A little whiny, not sleeping well, but she's an infant; that's not new. Overall, she's actually been a very straight-forward baby.

And then you don't know what happened.

You napped very hard until noon (after only a moderately successful feeding) and by then Rach had a fever.

You called the nurses' hotline. You gave her the dose of baby meds. You're trying to keep her hydrated, at least, if she can't be happy right now. You just have to stay vigilant and wait it out.

But that's not easy.

She's crying and won't sleep, she'll barely eat, and you don't have a separate car. You only want to call Ari if it's to say "we need to take her to a doctor." You're not there yet.

So you do the shittiest feeling thing you can think of, the most painful thing, and you wait.

You don't sleep. You barely eat. You take Rachel's temperature like you are monitoring the possible meltdown of a nuclear reactor. One wiggle of a degree in the wrong direction, and that Bat Signal is going on.

I can do this, you tell yourself. I've wanted to be a mom for a long time, so I can do this.

Except you don't sleep and barely eat.

Ari arrives home precisely when he said he would, the exact number of minutes (after work shuts down for the day) that it takes to drive to the house, predictable, dependable, and utterly useless when he opens the door and asks "why is she crying?"

"Because she hates me," you blubber, holding her to your chest, arms cramped from cradling her for so many hours at this point.

"She need meds?"

Of course, I gave her the fucking meds.

"Hungry?"

No, asshole, I purposefully starved your fucking child for my own amusement.

"Calm down," Ari snips back. "I'm just trying to help."

Well then fucking help me!

By now, you likely look as if you're in a war zone: disheveled, manic, and possibly--definitely--hostile.

"Okay, okay, let me just take a piss and then I'll hold her."

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you want. Whatever you need." You turn your back to him before grumbling, "not like I haven't had to hold it all afternoon..."

Ari's still-booted feet land heavily beside you again. "Then I'll take her now," he grits through clenched teeth, "and you can use the bathroom."

"No. I already have her."

"Fine. I'll be right back."

"Take your time."

The way you lace the words with a sickly sweet melody has Ari spinning on a heel and staring at you through his long eyelashes, a tick in his jaw stopping him from saying something he might regret.

"Kid," he finally sighs, "just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

He runs a hand over his beard while he waits for your answer. A few seconds later, his hip juts out, arms akimbo, and he bites his bottom lip expectantly.

You just walk off toward your phone on the kitchen counter and call the nurse hotline back.

"I swear, woman," he mutters as you leave, but you're glad he can't hear you sniffle back a sob.

It should be reassuring that the nurse has no new advice for what to do. You're doing everything correctly. You're doing all you can. Don't worry. Keep checking her temp and giving her whatever fluids she'll take. That's all for now.

It doesn't feel like enough. It doesn't feel like all a mother can do.

Ari? Ari waltzes up to the fridge and cracks himself open a beer.

You don't even have words, only flaming hot vibes that will melt his face like a Spielberg movie--you have got to stop watching movie marathons during late-night breast-feeding--if you stare hard enough at his casual blue gaze.

"So," he begins, "you figure out what I gotta do?"

What had been steady whimpering from Rachel has amplified into wails that bring tears to both hers and your eyes.

They just fall down your cheeks, and you wipe them from your chin before they can fall onto your screaming child.

Ari's judging frown makes your stomach turn while he steps closer, bends at the knees, and takes his little girl in hand.

Less than a minute later, Rachel stops, and you just cannot fucking handle it. The only quiet moment you've had in six and a half hours he gets to enjoy moments after coming home.

That's not fair. Cure fucking cancer already, Levinson, and save us the goddamn grief!

The tears and the tired are choking you.

Ari tells you to go freshen up in the bathroom, but that is the most horribly wrong way to say anything to you, ever, in a moment like this.

You stomp out the front door, rip open the sliding back door of the SUV, and crawl onto the cab floor. Once the latch clicks behind you, face buried in the blanket kept on Rachel's car seat, you scream.

You whimper and you cry and you get your fucking time to be angry at all your feelings today because it's bullshit.

You didn't take your own temperature. You didn't get rest and drink plenty of fluids. You didn't take any medicine. All you keep going over in your mind is whether or not you were sick first. Did you have something you gave to your daughter? Is this your fault?

So the tears and the choking continue for...as long as they take.

You don't know how much time has passed before the car door is yanked open again. Thank the stars you are facing away. You can't look at Ari right now.

"Is she okay?" you ask with a watery voice.

His big, warm hand rubs across your back, making you sink further into the upholstery.

"Took a few ounces of a bottle and went down in her bunk."

Ari likes to call Rachel a part of his 'squad,' so he talks to your infant daughter like they're going on 'missions' to the store or getting a bottle from the 'mess.' Your bedroom has thus become the 'barracks.'

Sometimes, he holds her sitting up against his chest and uses her feet to 'march' the pair of them across the house.

Left. Left. Left right left.

And almost always, there's a giggle, too.

"Up you go, kid," Ari huffs, maneuvering you into his arms.

"No," you whine, so tired you can't tell what it is you don't want.

He just keeps saying, "I know. I know," until he's carried you inside.

Instead of taking you to the couch or the bed, Ari sits you both down in the front hall, balancing you on his lap while he loosens his boot laces and finally kicks the sturdy shoes off, placing them on the mat a couple feet away.

He presses his lips to your temple, rough beard gently scrubbing over your eyelid and cheek.

"How many times I gotta tell ya to call me?" he whispers. He doesn't expect to have this same argument again, not like this, but his point still stands. "You know, you're warm, too."

If it's another question, you don't answer that either. You change the subject.

"Did you take her temp?"

He nods, and the number he tells you is the same as it was thirty minutes ago, or rather, thirty minutes before he came home.

Ari squeezes you tighter. "You want to get into bed, and I'll bring your some juice and meds, huh? Meet you in there?"

"I'm a bad mom," you breathe.

"What?" He pulls away, smacking his head on the wall behind him. "What are you talking about?"

How are there more tears left in your body? You should be nothing but a shriveled husk at this rate.

"Bullshit," he practically seethes. "Don't you ever say that again."

"I shouldn't have--"

"Stop."

"--you were--"

"Stop it," he blurts, firm and serious.

"But I'm the one who wanted this, Ari!" Your most powerful voice only comes out as high whisper. "Me. I wanted kids. This whole time. I bitched about how Joanna's done, and I thought I could just--" you swing an arm out dramatically "--and I suck at it. Rach even likes you better!"

"No, kid. She was exhausted. I only got here at the right time."

"It's 'cause your comfy and you smell good--"

"--not sure about that--"

"--and she loves you," you bemoan.

Ari snorts out a laugh.

"She loves you, too. You're her mom." He tucks you in closer, soothing you with petting hands wherever he can reach. "I love you. So much. So, so much."

He finds your hand and the sapphire ring he put on it, spinning it gently on your finger. He hasn't gotten to make good on his promise. Planning a wedding, even a small one, with a newborn is almost impossible, but that seems to be part of the problem.

Anything to do with you or you two feels selfish when there's three. Guilt grips you when you stop to daydream about your big day because it's not about Rachel. She's the most important thing. She will trump you forever as the single most--

"Can I tell you a secret?" Ari's timbre rattles close to your ear. "You're my favorite."

You slump into his chest until your forehead braces his throat.

"Almost not fair, really," he drawls. "You've got a decade of brownie points, and she's managed to make me buy more pads for her than I've had to for y--"

You pinch at his side harshly, biting back a smile, the salt from dried tears on your lips flooding your mouth.

"Oh! And you can control your bladder for a whole day, which is downright impressive wh--hey now--" Ari scuttles on the floor to evade your attack on his ribs. "I'm just...being...honest," he chuckles.

"You're a jerk is what you are, old man."

He easily grabs both your arms and pins them together in front of him.

"Yeah, but I'm your jerk. Your old man, kid. I'm yours, okay? You are not alone here. You don't have to know how to do everything by yourself." He lowers his voice as well as his face to yours. "And you mean just as much to me as that little girl in there. You hear me?"

There's a different lump of emotion lodged deep in your chest. You only nod because you can't speak.

He makes your foreheads meet.

"Please be okay. I could never do this without you. Any of it..."

That's when you realize what bothers you so much: Ari should need you to raise Rachel, but you never truly acknowledged you might need him to raise her, too.

This enormous weight of clutching every thread of life in your own two hands isn't real. You can share. You are meant to share your life with Ari. Ari is meant to share his life with you. Rachel shares life with you both, as she is meant to share with everyone around her. It's a lesson she has the opportunity to learn a lot younger than you, apparently.

He gets you to drink a whole bottle of water. He brings you some food and medicine while he handles some laundry and cleans out the day's bottles. He leads you with both hands to the bathroom, finally, and then gets you settled in bed.

As you fall asleep, you watch Ari take Rach's temperature again.

He lets out a silent cheer and holds his hand over her.

"High five?" he whispers. "No? It's fine. We'll work on that."

The last thing you see is Ari playfully lifting her from the basinet, sneaking out to the living room to enjoy a movie marathon, just for a little bit, snuggling together while he winds down for the night.

All that matters is she's safe and happy.

That, and of course, waking up in Ari's arms, listening to his slow breathing and Rachel's faster, baby huffs. You can handle anything because you made it through today and you have them.

[Ari's POV for this day]

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[ccrites]

i've been thinking of getting a tattoo for a long time, not only because i want to, but also to cover an old stick'n'poke i got when i was 15.

and so it got me thinking of the 141 tattoo artist!au. and oh boy.

Kyle would be an absolute sweetheart. not judging the stupid decisions a teenager made. more like "you wanted a tattoo and you went out of your way to get it, that's awesome. now how about we enhance it instead of covering it, whaddya think pretty girl?" and he'd draw around it, incorporate it into his art, go over the parts that are faded and uneven, then, when he's finished, wipe it gently and go "there, what should've been your first real tattoo" with his blinding smile and a promise to also be the one to do your next one

Johnny would be excited about finding creative ways to make parts of the stick'n'poke incorporate into other elements, make it so you'd never know it was there. but he's also a bit of a freak! making sort of mean comments about, "such a stupid decision, you were but a wee lass and ye didn't know what you wanted! thank god Johnny's here ta' fix ya'". It doesn't help that the tattoo you got was somewhere hidden, somewhere your parents wouldn't see on summer vacation (think where your underwear would cover it, or under your bra straps!) and he'd be such a creep! Sitting closer than absolutely necessary, looking at you too intensely. At the end, he'd suggest a truly hidden tattoo, "Only for me to see, bun, whaddya say?"

Ghost would be the type to frown behind the mask and look at you meanly, and you're afraid that he'd judge you for doing this kind of thing (you had your reasons, okay? some rough period in your life, you needed catharsis, and you were too young to get a real tattoo) and he'd be really condescending, all "there's a reasons youngins can't get them. Cuz' it's a stupid decision to make." and he'd huff and draw the most exquisite art you'd seen, all black, bold lines, and way, way bigger than necessary to cover the small tattoo. If the tattoo was on your hip, he'd extend it from your waist all the way down to your knee, make it flow with your curves, accentuate the stretch marks, and you can't say no because you absolutely adore the style. if the tattoo was on your ribs (bra straps, remember?" he'd extend it under your tits, bring it back over the clavicle, make it to be seen. and the pain. oh the pain. "you said you wanted catharsis, right?"

John would absolutely be on Ghost's side, with "there's a reason they don't let kids get tattoos" and you hear the underlying what a fucking mistake, and you see how he judges you... it makes you want to get it from him the most. Until you get to the consultation, and he tells you to get it lasered off first. But it's so faded, it should be easy to cover, no? you argue. he won't budge. So you get the expensive laser. it sorta hurts mentally, because you got it done with your best friend, and you always assumed you'd keep it there, underneath another layer of ink, where only you would remember it. It takes a few sessions, but then the skin is clean, a blank canvas for John to paint on. and paint he does. it's the most gorgeous piece you could ever imagine, you can see the inspiration Ghost draws from him, all bold shapes that flow into each other and compliment your body. Your skin is raw and pink when he's done, and you get up to admire the work... until you get a closer look in the mirror. you know exactly where the old tattoo would've been, and you'd expected to not be able to place it, under the new art. in its stead, two letters, black, bold, beautifully intertwined.... J.P. ... He'd put his lips next to your ear as you stand in shocked silence. "You're my canvas now."

[oskea93]

Tis the Way the Wind Blows, Hummingbird (Intro)

Caleb Sykes x OC Horizon universe

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Story will contain moments of physical, sexual, emotional, and verbal abuse, cursing, murder, suicidal ideations, childbirth, scalping, death, etc. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these warnings. If you've seen the film or just read about it online, you already know that Caleb is a bad guy. He will remain a bad guy throughout this story as well. He will not be liked and will be vile in every way. Just a heads up if you were looking for a happy Jamie story.

Author's note: Hello and welcome to my new fic! So, I went and see Horizon (twice now) and I just had to write about everyone's favorite western villain. Jamie was amazing in this film, like he is in all his moves. Caleb is a ruthless asshole and he will stay a ruthless asshole in this story as well. I started off this story in the future - kind of like mid end just to give a small taste of the drama that will soon unfold. The next chapter will show the relationship between Elizabeth and Caleb - spoiler - it will not be pretty...

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“You know that he’ll kill you once he finds you – even gets word that you're in these parts.”

I kept my gaze focused on the snowy mountains to the East of us, the warm spring wind flowing through my red locks, carrying with it a sense of both renewal and reckoning. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the rugged peaks, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions welling up inside me.

"Maybe that's what I want," I whispered, my eyes connecting with the older man's beside me, his weathered face reflecting wisdom and understanding. "Maybe I want him to find me, to confront me, so I can finally make him feel the pain that he inflicted upon me for all those years."

Grady let out a scoff, his voice rough with years of experience and a hint of skepticism. "You thinkin' that you'll be able to kill that crazy sumbitch? That whole goddamn family is off their rockers, Elizabeth. That boy especially – his eyes are wilder than a banshee."

I let out a sigh, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air. "I'm not afraid of them anymore, Grady." The truth spilled out, raw and unfiltered, a truth that I had wrestled with for far too many years. "As long as that little girl is nowhere in his sight or the sight of that pack of wolves he calls brothers-" I stopped mid-sentence, a sudden chill running down my spine as our gazes reconnected. "I don't care what happens to me."

The older man stayed silent for a moment, his face betraying a mix of disbelief and concern as my words lingered in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. "You're just gonna let that little girl grow up without a mama? Have her go to some home and let a bunch of strangers take care of her? I thought you had more sense than that, youngin."

"She ain't gonna be with a stranger, Grady," I insisted, my voice firm with conviction as I met his gaze. His eyebrows creased in confusion, a mix of surprise and uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "If I don't make it back, I want you to raise her just like you rais-"

"No-" Grady interjected, his hands waving in the air as he took a step back, a look of protest on his wrinkled face.

"Grady, listen, please," I implored, closing the distance between us as I followed in his tracks. "You are the only constant in both of our lives. You're the only one I trust with her – she needs you just like I did all those years ago."

His back, hunched over from years of work, moved slowly with each deep breath as he processed my words. "Emily loves you, Grady, and you love her too. At least if I do die, I will die knowing that my daughter will always be protected and loved."

"I'm too old to be carin for a six-year-old child, Elizabeth," Grady retorted, a smirk forming across my face in response to his protest.

"You've been saying that for years, Grady dear," I remarked softly, my hand resting gently on his shoulder. "Pretty sure those were the same words you uttered when I was placed upon your porch many years ago. Looks like you're still here, sir."

His aging body slowly turned around, his eyes glistening with threatening tears, a testament to the emotions churning beneath the surface. "Caleb is a ruthless man, Lizzie," Grady's tone was low, filled with a mixture of concern and a hint of fear. "He's the lowest of the barrel – capable of doing anything to anyone, including his wife and mother to his child."

I gave him a tight smile, my hand squeezing his bicep in a gesture of reassurance and solidarity. "I'll make sure he draws first."

[beefscrap]

5am thought yippee: Sheephead reminds me of a croissant for some reason, no clue why, my brain is melting atm ✌️

Though I feel like he’d only like the cheese kind

Also insight totally eats raw bird eggs shell and all to try to be intimidating (its just kinda gross)

Spongey could eat an entire lime without being bothered

Fracedo would unironically refer to himself as an alpha male if he was human

If Iridescent didn’t shield their mind, their ‘thoughts’ would be less so ‘concrete’ and more colours and emotions- bursts and swirls, kind of hard to follow 🤔

That’s all bye 🏃

Twirling my hair and kicking my feet ABOUT HEADCANONSAAAA

HC 1.5 : to me it’s his head.. he slowly curved more and more as I drew him. And Sheephead seems lactose intolerant

HC 2: That entire vibe of “acting scary and mean but everything he does is mostly just offputting and cringe” is soooo Insight

HC 3: Yes she would. As for the drawing Im not fully sure if being high even would make a lime taste better but it sounds right and im not testing that

HC 4: being (supposedly) a few hundred years old detaches you from the youngins….

HC 6: THAT IS FASCINATING mostly because I’m so surprised you have a headcanon for IRIDESCENT of all characters! But also I love it sm obviously. And I can totally see it omg. I’m bummed I didn’t write for Iridescent very much! I wish I coulda explored their personality more :[ the wacky eccentric middle aged history teacher would’ve been so fun to do more with

[tsfreak919]

Raw youngin print

[mabelsguidetolife]

Do you have a tiktok?

that’s like asking me if i would drink raw untreated water……. i only let the good stuff filter through but sometimes i hear about what The Youngins are doing on there and i get scared

[cosmica-galaxy]

Hope you don't mind this request but how would the papa grunts react if their kid asks 'where do babies come from?'

~SQ~

Hank's kid would have little interest in where babies come from, but will inevitably ask because they saw cloning tubes in one of the AAHW bases they destroyed. Hank pretty much just signs 'ask your mother' in order to dodge the question. He's just simply not self-aware enough to deal with such delicate questions. Deimos's and Sanford's kids would find some videos on Player's devices about having babies (when Player was learning on what to do and not to do when pregnant) and both kids would ask their fathers because their interest is piqued from the videos. Sanford IMMEDIATELY covers Deimos's loose cannon of a mouth before he utters anything naughty. Sanford then gently tells the twins that the Player simply made them from their magic, which makes life. Deimos gives Sanford an annoyed side-eye as the kids eat up his explanation. They'll find out the truth eventually.

Doc's kid wouldn't really ask this because of their hyper intelligence. They've already read the anatomy books of both humans and grunts and they don't really have an aura of innocence, even at the age of 4. But they still ask because they want to know if it was different from "mortal births". In which, Doc gives them a very professional explanation about their hybrid status, in which they find it intriguing over all. Skinner’s kid was a bit more aware of where younglings come from. Since they like playing around in the medical wing of the SQ building and oversaw a lot of operations that were performed by their father. They saw everything from digestive tracts, to blood vessels, and the question eventually came forward when they saw a patient's internal…reproductive bits. Which were surprisingly rare in patients, and it was why the kid asked about them while watching their father work. Skinner merely hums and tells the child that it was a necessary organ that is required for making youngins like him. When asked how it worked, Skinner seemed to become thoughtful. His child wasn’t totally ignorant and had a decent grasp on biology and it would require a much more delicate way to put how they came to be instead of the obvious “I fucked your mother” raw explanation. So instead, Skinner compares the organ to a cloning tube. Which his child had a decent understanding of. “It’s kinda like that.” He says, continuing his surgery. “I gave your mother a special piece of me and this organ works like a cloning tube. From within it, you grew and your mother worked like the machine parts that keep the clone alive and healthy.” Skinner gently explains. The kid nods eagerly before Skinner continues. “So, for months, you slowly developed inside of this organ and once you were ready, your mother brought you into the world.” Skinner finalized. The kid was still confused, but they asked if they were inside their mom all those months to which Skinner nodded. Rather than disgust or worry, the kid merely found it fascinating. However, Skinner nearly drops his scalpel into the poor patient from surprise when the child asks if Skinner could give Player another piece of him so that he could get a ‘cloned sibling’. Chopper Dave’s kid grew interested when they found some old magazines in a box in their parents room that advertised all these baby things, even some that the child recognized having in their own personal bedroom. It made them wonder how grown ups bought items for babies and where the babies eventually come from as they take the magazine and run off with it to show their pop. Once they find him in the mechanic area, they run up to him and show him the magazine. Dave takes a moment to look it over before realizing that it was the old catalog that they used to order things for their little one. The child then pops the question and Dave could only blink in surprise and he taps his foot for a moment. “Well, little bird. We had you order a special delivery from another catalog. Ya see, your mumsy and I wanted a little one, so we got a special catalog to order little kiddies for couples. Your mumsy and I sent in each a piece of ourselves and we had to wait 9 months for our order to be prepared and delivered.” The kid blinks in surprise at the explanation. “Yep. We waited for a long time for you to be delivered. Then, once the day arrived, we were so happy. A special plane with a distinct sound flew overhead and we knew it was you arriving. We rushed out in a flash to see a little crate floating down from the sky with a parachute. Once we got it and opened it up, there was little you. Snug as a bug in a rug and giddy to see your mum and old man for the first time.” Dave explains, to which the kid looked up at him in a sense of wonder. The kid continued the questions, especially ones about there being a baby factory out in Nevada somewhere, and Dave could only laugh and nuzzle his little one. ��Oh, the baby catalog? It expired a long time ago and we threw it away. Who knows? You may find another one out there somewhere.” Dave teases his child lovingly.

~ AAHW ~

Sheriff's kid gets curious about it once they revisit their old infant-related items. The Sheriff internally screams when the child brings up where babies come from and it takes him quite some time to think of a lie to tell his child. Thankfully, the Player had just walked in and the kid turned their attention to their other parent and asked the same question. The Player merely smiles and pats their child on the head. "Oh? You don't know of the great stork?" They say, piquing both the child's and Sheriff's interest. "When your father and I desired to have a child, I contacted the great stork, who is known to grant wishes every few years. I used my wish to ask for a baby and a few days later, the great stork appeared and gave me you." The Player effortlessly lies, to which the child just ate it up and began asking them questions about 'the great stork', to which the Sheriff could only sigh in relief that the burden of lying wasn't placed on his shoulders.

Jorge's and Church's kids seemed to have gotten into an argument about who the oldest of them was, which led to a conversation about how they knew, to which led to another revelation that they didn't even know how they got to Nevada. Upon asking their fathers, they didn't really get far before both of their himbo dads merely scratched their heads and shrugged. So, the twins go to Player and ask where they came from. The Player is stunned silent before they lie about the youngins growing in a special garden that's not of this plane. You tell them the tale of how you desired to have little ones and decided to take a long journey to the garden to pluck some babies from the special plants that grew there. You explain that there was one plant that had two unique growths on it and inside the bulbs, they found their children. This was incredibly far fetched...but you had to admit. Your kids weren't the brightest bunch and they ate up every detail about the garden and the false journey. Sadly, you couldn't answer who was the oldest out of the two because they grew on a plant. (You are very well aware that Jorge's was the first born, but you didn't say that.)

Jeb's kid was simply a natural curiosity that developed over time while they were wondering how they came to be in Nevada. Upon asking their own parents about it, he seemed to be stunned silent before nervously scratching the back of his neck. Thankfully, the Player was sitting there to help him string a believable lie along. You are quick enough to string a lie about how when you both desired to make a baby together, you asked Jeb to go find some ‘special clay’ and mold it into the shape of an infant. Once Jeb did so, you breathed life into the little clay figure, which turned into a happy adorable little infant. You explain and pinch your child’s cheek lovingly, making them whine and bat at your hands playfully. Jeb could only sigh in relief as he watched you hold onto the little one and snuggle them lovingly. When the child is a little older, he’ll tell him the truth.

Tricky’s Tricksters pretty much had a similar epiphany to the MERC twins. All of them had a biting argument about who the oldest was, to which the smallest would growl and snap at the bigger twins that they were, and all of them seem to come to the conclusion that they had no idea how they came to be. Tricky, in comparison to a lot of the zeds they’ve killed, didn’t really behave like a zed. Plus, zeds didn’t have baby zeds. Which made all of them swarm over to their father whenever they find him and bombard him with questions about babies. To which Tricky glitches out for a moment with various error symbols surrounding him before he cackles. “YOU ALL CAME FROM HELL.” He snarks as the kids nip at him in response. He easily sidetracks them from their original question by batting at them and initiating a game of play.

Auditor’s kid gets curious about their birth whenever they hear their parents mention how they were nearly godlike because of their genetic make-up they share between the Employers and Player. When they drop the question on their parents at the dinner table, the Auditor nearly chokes on his soda and you pause from eating your meal to blink. You then gently explain to your little flame that it took a lot of work to get them to be born, some of it was even painful. The Auditor watches his Player from his spot, eyes glinting with curiosity and anticipation. “For one, I had to tear a chunk out of your father.” You casually say, making the Auditor’s eyes widen in surprise, along with your child. “I needed a piece of your father to make it work, and he wanted you to exist so bad, he tore out a piece of himself and gave it to me. From that piece, I shaped and formed you into existence and breathed life into you. The next thing we knew, we had a little employer in our arms.” You finish, to which the kid bounced excitedly in their seat from the story. The Auditor could only stare at you as the kid asked questions about how their father coped with missing a piece from him. “Oh well, your father is strong and has endured worse. That’s just how committed he is.” You say and give your husband a knowing wink, which flusters the employer into looking down at his food, enticing a laugh out of you.

~ NEXUS ~

Phobos’s kid gets curious about it once they overhear how their birth had changed Phobos in a good way from the guards that watch over them while their parents are busy running Nevada. It leads them down a path of wondering how they came into being and how babies are born in general. Once their father comes by to check on them and make sure everything is okay, he’s completely blindsided by the sudden inquiry of how babies are made. Phobos is stunned, and internally wondering what buffoon spoke about having children around his precious child, before he picks them up and sits down. They were still a little too young to understand the truth of what he and Player did to bring them into the world, so instead, he carefully strings together a little tale about how they were made from special water and a star. Phobos tells the child how both the Player and him wanted a successor to the Nexus Empire and to do that, they needed special ‘god water’ for a ritual to make their youngling. He explains that the Player managed to get the god water from the farthest reaches in the sky and drank it. Then, he and Player performed a special ritual dance together under the full moon and stars. Both hoping and wishing as much as they could for a baby. Finally, Phobos explains to the kid that because of the god water’s mystical properties, a star fell from the heavens and into Player’s arms that night. Forming into the little one that the two desired. The tale was wild, but the child in his arms listened intently to their father’s tale. Excitedly exclaiming that they came from a star, to which Phobos nods. “Why do you think I always call you ‘my little light’?” He chuckles and nuzzles his little one affectionately.

Crackpot’s kid grew curious of their origins when they realized that they’re the only kid they have seen like…ever. They frequent the Nexus premises a lot and they know about the asylum and sleeping patients. But they haven’t seen any kids like them. So they go to the Player to ask about how they came to be and if there were any other kids like them. The Player, not being overly surprised by this question, smiles at the child and rubs their head affectionately. “Well…your father and I had to perform a special ritual to get you to arrive, little one.” The Player explains, motioning for their child to follow them as they walk to the medical wing and open a large pair of creaky old doors. Revealing the altar that the Player gave birth on. The child was amazed by the markings and carvings that surrounded the altar. “This is where we performed the ritual to bring you into the world.” The Player explains. They continue, by saying that the Player was placed here and the cultists and their father made a summoning ritual to bring a new godling into the realm of Nevada. The Player tells the child of all the lights, magic, and how the Player had to use their energy to create the new god. Then, once it was all said and done, a single egg appeared, and from that egg popped out your little one. The child would continue to ask questions about how they came from an egg and where they came from, to which the Player would smile and answer them to the best of their abilities.

[gandalf-the-bean]

that’s incredible holy shit

my only concern is how a child is able to write such dark plots, like is she ok? super happy for her but when a youngin can understand and portray super dark themes (and for example kid performers that show raw genuine heartbreak when performing music and dance and such) in such a beautiful way i just worry what kinds of things she’s seen

anyway i want to meet her and give her a high five and a poorly drawn goofy dragon (not too good at drawing)

Some D&D party is out there playing the coolest campaign ever.

[lpm24k]

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[teenmomcentral]

After months (and months) of online speculation that Kail Lowry gave birth to a fifth child in late 2022, the former Teen Mom 2 star may have confirmed the news herself this week on one of her podcasts. 

On Tuesday’s episode of Kail and co-host Vee Torres’ Baby Mamas No Drama podcast, Kail told guest Aurora Culpo, star of The Culpo Sisters, that she first tuned in to watch Aurora’s TLC reality series when she was in the hospital giving birth.

“I actually … first came across your show [when] I was in the hospital having one of my kids,” Kail told Aurora during Wednesday’s episode. (A clip of the audio has since been posted by @teenmomshaderoom_ on Instagram. )

‘The Culpo Sisters’ didn’t premiere until November 7, 2022, meaning that Kail would have had to have given birth in November or December 2022, in order to be watching it in the hospital while yet another youngin was shooting from her lady garden. (Kail’s youngest child that’s been acknowledged is Creed, who is almost three and was birthed at home in 2020, so Kail is definitely not referring to Creed’s birth here.)

The particular episode of ‘The Culpo Sisters’ that Kail claimed to have seen first was Episode 3, which didn’t air until November 21. (Kail did not reveal whether the episode she watched in the hospital was new or a rerun, but either way, her comment heavily suggests she was in the hospital giving birth on or around November 21, 2022.)  

While Kail has not come forward to confirm the birth (or existence) of a fifth child, it has been speculated for months that the child’s father is Kail’s current live-in boyfriend Elijah Scott. 

Chris Lopez–- father of Kail’s sons Lux and Creed–- has confirmed (multiple times) that Kail did in fact give birth to a fifth child at the end of 2022, amid one of his and Kail’s many feuds. 

“I’m done bro…you claim to be so real, so raw, but yet you got a whole newborn you should be focused on and yet you[‘re] trying to create unnecessary drama to cover up that FACT,” Chris commented on an Instagram post about Kail in February. 

As ‘Teen Mom 2’ fans know, Kail also shares son Lincoln with ex-husband Javi Marroquin and son Isaac with ex Jo Rivera. 

Rumors regarding the pregnancy really ramped up in October 2022, when photos of Kail with what appears to be a baby bump were taken by the paparazzi several times. Fans became even more suspicious when Kail took two weeks off from her podcasts in late November.

Kail has yet to comment on her podcast slip-up. While she has never revealed why she has seemingly chosen to keep her fifth child’s existence private, she hasn’t directly denied that she had the baby, either. 

[luciochaves]

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[sweaterbob]

drawing at the mall again nigga I got a $5 tip lesgooo! I didn't even bring all my shit today

and the youngins keep coming by for stickers and art I'm real life growing 😄