#religious pregnancy

[invivoinsomnium]

Immaculate and The First Omen

I've recently watched both Immaculate and The First Omen and I loved them both, so much in fact they seem to be my new obssession. I think The First Omen is my favourite between the two but not by much...

Spoilers below...

These are my opinions.

Pregnancy wise, Immaculate certainly has more in it, especially regarding a pregnant belly which is beautiful. I love that we get scenes of it bare and the ultrasound scenes. I like how Immaculate is a mixture of horror and science fiction whereas The First Omen is definitely a mixture of horror and supernatural. One is about the birth of a saviour the other the antichrist

Immaculate shows a progression of pregnancy with the big reveal towards the end of how she became pregnant, which I love but would have loved even more if we'd gotten a flashback of how it happen as it was, it was basically left up to the viewer to imagine. I would have loved to have seen a birth scene, I know she gives birth outside but I wanted more. I wanted her giving birth with the doctor and priest there, I wanted her on the birthing table with her legs in stirrups, belly opn display with a belt wrapped around her monitoring the contractions. I wanted her restrained. I wanted to hear her being told to push. That being said, the imprompt c-section was surprising but I actually liked it despite the fact the priest never finished it. Overall, for me personally, an enjoyable film. Be nice if when they release the DVD they showed scenes that didn't make the actual film and one of them was a birth scene where she didn't escape.

(I mean this was set up for the birth, it would have been nice to see them use it.) Now with The First Omen, yes you do get that birth scene that you saw in the trailer but there wasn't much too it due to the editing been quick cuts instead of a single focus shot. Definitely gory when you got to see the hand coming out...

I did like the part leading up to the pregnancy, her realisation that she's pregnant, seeing all the files of the failed pregnancies. The panic, the want for an abortion and even her attempt to escape.

(Immaculated used fetuses in jars, The First Omen used pictures and files; each showed that this had been attempted numerous times.) Pregnancy wise, you don't get much. At the end you get a rapid pregnancy and I admit despite not liking rapid pregnancies this was a good shot especially of the belly. The birth was at the end, it was a c-section. Now, I liked it, I liked the build up to it, the noises she made and the way the belly was revealed. That all being said, I would have loved to have seen a natural birth. Seeing her on the alter she was impregnated on (you get a flashback of the scene, a memory so to speak but once again the majority is left up to the audience.) Seeing the nuns hold her down, contracting belly on display, given something to induce labout and once again being coached through the birth. Still, I did like that she was surrounded by nuns and priests during the c-section and you got a brief look at the fact she was restrained. They also didnt shy away from the c-section or cut to a crying baby.

Overall, as prequels go, pretty damn good.

Once again, would love special features in the DVD where is shows her giving birth naturally.

(Should be mentioned I watched both as bad copies)

[jumalanpelko]

Ginger ear girl no baby no

she really was like "ok so to be good is to serve god and a way to do that is to make babies" and made a to do list thats just "orange babies"

The other cat is her sister (can be seen like two times in the comic) they are both mrs torties kids

Next chapter is around 30 pages long and will take a while. I put the pages on patreon as I get them done. Patreon is 1€ (around 1,5 dollars???) a month.

[horror-aesthete]

Rosemary's Baby, 1968, dir. Roman Polanski

[clydesmissingnut]

the savior

[newwavesylviaplath]

a modern day woman with a weak constitution

[witchofthesouls]

I can't believe you did an alternative TF One Sentinel who became a Charlemagne or William the Conqueror because he did conquer the whole set of Prime valve, and then later spite/hate-fucked his canon self to keep that 100% achievement run.

The myths that Cybertron must have on Sentinel down the line must have been dramatically hyped and utterly impressive.

Yep. He's a sore loser, a poor winner, and a complete menace for achievement runs. He most definitely took the kids from his selfcest venture and rears them with the rest of their siblings.

That Sentinel will be happily buried under hundreds of sparklings and later thousands of grandkids and great-grandkids. It will get to the point that nearly all Cybertronians-by-carriage could claim spark lineage to him as Sentinel was the primary sire or a significant code donor.

In that world, that is how Sentinel became a Prime in the far future. Cybertronians, after many generations, couldn't believe a mere mortal had that kind of virility, and the Thirteen basically formed Conjunx rites among their own kind, so there was a shift in the records on how Sentinel was portrayed from a secretary to Primal Consort ('Sentinel of the Primes,' since he basically was a stud for all of them and stayed with them until his end) to Sentinel Prime. Future theologians, mythologists, historians, and anthropologists get into deep, vicious debates over the 'true' status of Sentinel.

Some of the more eclectic sects believe that his spike was blessed straight from Primus, or he was a kind of reproductive spirit to help bolster the Primes, so he has some very risqué iconography and artwork dedicated to his spike and is a considered a patron of fertility, abundance, and fatherhood.

Even in the afterlife, he's still getting manhandled by large frames and crushed by Prime valve because the Thirteen aren't letting go of their piss-baby secretary that they trained considerably. He's like the universe's angriest energizer bunny attached to the most horniest spike with never-ending transfluid production. Sure, he had traitorous plans, but that all fell wayside with sex, bitties, and a lot of pampering.

[angelyuji]

got any fiddleford trad!spousing us? idk

cw // implied noncon, pregnancy, religion

18+!! minors dni!!

hmmm see im not good with fiddleford but i def think that he'd be into housewife type life. he feels like a southern, traditional man, so i can see him convincing you to give up college to be his spouse and parent to his children. also if you can get pregnant, he's DEF getting you pregnant and being like "start taking online courses" "unenroll for the semester" "the stress isn't good for the baby :("

also if you're religious, trad!fidds would def use religion to manipulate you.

[procyonloser]

Serial killer au pt 6 (warnings so many warnings, I'm putting up read more early. This dove is dead)

Before he was Lucifer, he was Sam. Sam had been born into a large family, his parents were closer related than most knew, loveless in their relationship, but the idea of divorce was tantamount to murder. They were well off, but insular, devout, but they spoke little of their faith, only their hate. There was no music, no art, no singing, no dancing, only silence. His parents both believed in not sparing the rod from the child, making sure all of the children stayed in line. They were beaten, starved, and treated as labor.

Sam had younger siblings that didn't make it to see double digits, and he remembered the wedding of his 14 year old sister to a man in the church was a solemn and quiet affair. She didn't survive long either. His parents spoke of her death as preferable to what happened to one of his siblings, who'd fallen to drink and earthly desires. One of his younger sisters grew pregnant, and no one said a thing about it, apart from the fury he would see on his mother's face. He never knew what happened to the infant, or who the father was, but he had his suspicions.

Sam began to realize he wanted to get away from them, the town, the state, what he knew. He wanted more than this, more than people contemplating his grave silently, so glad he'd done so little with his existence.

Sam left, left them all behind. He decided to go into medicine, because the human body always fascinated him. There were times when he watched porn, that he was more focused on how the body moved, reacted, how it functioned. It'd been fascinating to him, when he started studying cadavers in school, it was his first taste of true artistry. It was the first time he felt truly inspired, to physically and literally peel back the layers of what made people tick. The realization he could make them take whatever form he wished for.

His teacher was the first time notice that he was maybe more intrigued by the bodies than other students in the class.

"Perfect, you're doing very well." Lucifer said softly, running his hand through Adam's hair. It was soft, with gentle waves. Without gel in it, like the night he'd first met Adam, the hair fell down into his eyes and gave Adam a far more gentle imagery than he would have thought.

Sam had never gotten praise, so Lucifer knew he had to be the one to encourage Adam.

Adam breathed out onto his face mask, looking down at the body in deep concentration as he used a needle and fishing line to sew pieces of the musculature together. Lucifer had asked him what art Adam wanted to create, if he was to be helping him. He knew Adam had seen him initially as just a killer, he'd not understand Lucifer's purpose. He understood, of course, he had been about to kill Adam - a man he'd initially seen as a nuisance, a loud pock mark on society that could have served a better uses dead than alive.

Lucifer was glad he'd been wrong about Adam now, he'd never had anyone he could talk to before. Not like this.

Adam let out a shaky breath as he finished up stitching that piece, before looking up at Lucifer with a crooked smile. He needed Lucifer's praise as much as Lucifer enjoyed giving it to him, feeding him.

"Does it look okay?" Adam asked, and Lucifer kissed him.

"Art is individual, it's personal, and it's never perfect, except that imperfection makes it perfect. You're learning, and I can tell you and I will do great things." Lucifer said, and Adam leaned into the kiss, deepening it. He knew that at first Adam had been having sex with him with the idea it would buy him freedom, or the chance at it; but now, there was honest affection in it.

Of course, Lucifer was still not intending to let him move about freely yet. Maybe ever. There was no need to, he'd take care of Adam himself. He was cuter like this anyway, reliant on him.

Lucifer's phone rang, and he made a face, breaking away from Adam to go take the call.

"Sam?" Lilith's voice came over the speaker. "Charlie wants to see you, honey, will you be home late again tonight?"

"I'll be home to put her to bed and read her a story," Lucifer smiled to himself, leaning against the wall in the hallway. "I have to be at work early tomorrow though, you know how busy it's been."

"I know," Lilith said, sounding a bit put out by his response. "I just miss seeing you."

"I miss you too," Lucifer said without missing a beat. He did, to some degree. He missed Charlie more, he did honestly love his daughter, he hoped she'd eventually see his art the way he did. "But, such is the life of a coroner when there's a serial killer on the loose."

[nurbrotheadfull]

I rushed so hard to finish it before having to go to school

Anyways, did anyone else’s religious family have some weird hatred for yoga?? Mine always told me it’s the work of the devil or some shit

[charred-angel-ribs]

An interaction I just had with my brothers a few minutes ago:

*Watching Hannibal*

Brother A: This is like The Bible

Me: Hold on, pause.

*He pauses the TV*

Me: Elaborate?

Brother A: In The Bible, Mary gets pregant, not with Joseph's baby, and he's just got to take her somewhere to have this baby that isn't his. He doesn't do anything. He's irrelevant. Mary gets pregant with God, and Joseph has nothing to do with it. That's Jack [Crawford].

Brother B: Joseph just sees Gabriel walk out of his house and suddenly Mary's pregant.

Brother A: Yeah, exactly, and Joseph's just stood there.

Me: Wait, so- are you comparing Hannibal to Gabriel or God? What- I mean, you're comparing Will and Hannibal to Mary either Gabriel or God - I assume Will's Mary.

Brother B: It depends which one gets him pregant 🤷‍♂️.

Me:

Me: You're going on the Hellsite.

[jumalanpelko]

Rest of the comic after the cut!

These cats need therapy. They wont get it.

[horror-aesthete]

The First Omen, 2024, dir. Arkasha Stevenson

[deerboybreeder]

I'll put my hands over your womb and make that warm pressure pulse and vibrate with melting pleasure.

It does react like that! It's a faint little something if you're not doing it intentionally, but I imagine if you're doing it on purpose it will be, a lot more intense. Its mostly made out of massively intense sensation after all, maybe that's good for it? I know it feels good for me to be reminded I'm an incubator for a gods will, so.

[non4ry]

I wonder who I'd be If all these bad things Didn't happen to me

[witchofthesouls]

How are the mornings between Tarn and the wife?

Because Tarn is Tarn and his headspace is very weird, he didn't develop a sex addiction... he developed one for intimacy instead.

While many things changed with your inclusion, the most crucial parts hadn't. Tarn begins his cycle by reciting the passages of Megatron's works that speak to him or the next Listed the most beneath his Lord's cold visage immortalized in glorious pieces. He still does it, but in the comfort of the berth, where he includes the newsparks in the exercise.

He does it quietly inside in mind, careful not to stir you or the clutches. The first trio had tumbled their way back to the shared quarters, curling up between you and him, encased in the nest of sheets and padding, purring in their sleep at Tarn's return and your presence.

The second clutch is tiny. More head and tank with stumpy limbs and swaddled in Vos' newest pieces that feature hooks and bloody gears. They sleep nestled above inside a hollowed space that once served as a datapad rest and a charging point that's been repurposed to a controlled cradle. Under the carving of Megatron's stony expression and your knife-sharp observation.

Tarn is well-aware of what the other Decepticons are saying, and they can't be further from the truth. You're not a soft individual. You're a vicious one, and you turn that ferocity onto yourself.

In the wetlands where the third clutch was sparked, you bared your spark the same way you bared your teeth: possessive with brutal efficiency. Tearing through the induced heat with the same intensity as you tear through Deadzone's corpse or refined Overlord's downfall.

You have never known peace. Whatever softness that isn't part of the natural reaction of your swelling protoform during carriage, you had to incise it from your scarred spark. Gentleness is a lost word to you. It's buried beneath so much Energon and violence that you need to claw it out from nightmares to raise the sparklings with a softer touch.

The sparklings are open and guileless with a trust that leaves him floundering at times. Small and completely reliant on others, on him.

You never held it against Tarn. Instead, you guide his hands on how to hold and care for them and guide his field on how to modulate the newsparks' rapid tempo into something more slow and easy without overwhelming them.

Tarn's habsuite has become more sacred than a Primal temple, graced by an intimacy greater than any physical joinery or scent marking. Beneath the aroma of newborn metal, sparking fuel, faint ozone and bodily fluids, and the tang of polish and oil, all of his personal belongings have the echoes of the little family imprinted upon them.

After the Overlord incident, Tarn now works his way through the cupboard to ensure each sheet and cover, every blanket and pillow had been utilized by you and the clutches long enough to lock in the unique biosignatures.

Everyone knows that he burnt the last berth with all the articles due to Overlord's and your Energon upon them. Tarn never spoke about how much he loathed how Overlord destroyed the biosignatures, engulfing it all under the Phase Sixer's field until all was left was sadistic bloodlust, your feverish triumph, and the second clutch's confused terror at the forced emergence.

(Quietly and only his spark, he mourns that he doesn't have anything that's been touched by both carriages. Nothing will have the little tinges of both clutches' development within your frame and biosignature.)

You either have an excellent sense of timing or deep awareness for private matters because Tarn finishes the silent deliverances, and you're staring at him with half-lite optics at his bared face. Without a word and careful not to prod the sparklings, you straddle Tarn, sinking upon him with a well practiced motion. You pull the leash taunt, Tarn's vocalizer clicks uselessly, purposely rendered impotent in the fear he damages the bitlets, and he shivers at the stony expression between you and Lord Megatron. Fields still in careful moderation to not jolt the sparklings, but when you place a hand over his neck, digging sharpened talons into the scarring where you bit him. Between the firm possessive touch claim, your clenching valve, and the fresh scent of his own Energon, Tarn can't even whimper as he overloads.