#replicants can’t get pregnant

[cursoulla]

it’s the irony for me

[seumyo]

pregnancy cravings with kageyama tobio.

You have always been the love of Tobio Kageyama’s life. It’s an undeniable fact, one he never says out loud but proves in everything he does. That includes waking up at three in the morning because you, his pregnant wife, are convinced you need to take a walk around the park at that exact time.

“Do you need fresh air?” he asks, voice thick with sleep as he throws on a hoodie.

“No,” you reply, swinging your legs off the bed. “I just think the moon looks nice today.”

Kageyama has, at one point, genuinely considered the possibility that you might be talking to the dead. The way you suddenly wake up, sit up, and make these impossible requests—it’s like you’re getting instructions from something he can’t see.

But he doesn’t complain. If you want to go moon-gazing, then you will.

Because that’s what a doting husband does.

The cravings are manageable at first.

You wanted a very specific fast food meal from when you were a kid? Fine. He’ll look it up, track down if the restaurant still exists, and, if it doesn’t, find someone who can replicate it. He doesn’t care how long it takes. If it makes you happy, then it’s worth it.

What’s the point of building a network of connections through volleyball and sponsors if he wasn’t going to use them to his advantage?

But then, things escalate.

-

You, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, looking at him with wide, expectant eyes. “I need something.”

Kageyama is already moving to grab his car keys. “What is it?”

You hesitate, then mumble, “A photocard.”

He stops mid-step.

“A what?”

“A photocard.” You turn your phone screen to him, showing a picture of him and Hoshiumi, that one from spring of last year during a promotional beach photoshoot.

“This one. I want it. I haven’t even seen this yet until now.”

He squints. “How does that satisfy your appetite?”

You huff. “It’s not about eating; it’s about fulfilling my craving! I just need it, Tobio. I need it now. Please.”

Well, the magic words are said.

This is probably the most bizarre request he’s gotten so far. But he sighs, pulls out his phone, and calls his manager.

“Yo, Kageyama. What’s up?”

“I need a photocard.”

There’s a long pause.

“...A what?”

Kageyama pinches the bridge of his nose. “A photocard. Of me and Hoshiumi-san. The one from spring of last year—the beach one. Can you find it?”

His manager sounds amused. “What, are you collecting your own merch now?”

“It’s for my wife.”

Understanding dawns in an instant. It’s like a universal language for all spouses that aren’t the one who’s pregnant.

“Ohhh. Pregnancy cravings?”

“Yes.”

A laugh.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll see what I can do. But, uh, you might wanna brace yourself, man. My wife went through the same thing, and it only gets weirder from here.”

And his manager is absolutely right.

-

There’s that time you woke up at midnight and shook Kageyama awake, eyes wide and desperate.

“Tobio.”

He jolts upright, a bit disoriented. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I need you to find me a volleyball signed by Oikawa.”

“[Name].”

“I need it.”

“Can’t I get it in the morning, then? I don’t even think Oikawa-san’s awake at this hour.”

You sigh as you cuddle closer to him, letting him lean back against the bed. “Ok,” you answer, “but it has to be a specific color of pen. I want it green.”

He stares at the ceiling. This is some kind of divine punishment. Maybe he was an awful person in his past life. But still, he does it.

Because he loves you. Because you’re carrying his child.

And because, somehow, despite all these absurd requests, you always looked at him like he’s your whole world.

“To [Name]—Congrats on the baby! Clearly, you have a better eye for talent than your husband does! Much love, Oikawa Tooru ♡”

You squeal when you sees it. “Oh my god, I love him.”

Your husband blinked profusely.

“Huh.”

“Oh, of course, I love you the most. You’re my top one.”

“I better be,” he huffs softly as you kiss his cheek, “or the other men you love can grant your cravings instead of me.”

“Tobio!” You laughed.

-

March 14 – 3:12 AM

Demanded I make her an ice cream sundae.

In complete silence.

She said, and I quote, “If you make a single sound, I won’t eat it.”

I dropped the spoon on the counter. She made me start over.

March 17 - 4:12 PM

Wants a mango.

But only if it’s been peeled and sliced by me.

Also needs me to stare at it for a full ten seconds before she eats it. (?)

-

“Oh my god,” you gasp, turning to him immediately. “Tobio.”

His heart jumps, looking up from his laptop. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I need you to wear your jersey to bed.”

Kageyama stares at you. “...What?”

“I don’t know, it just—” You clutched your heart like you’re about to faint. “I just need to see you in your full uniform while we sleep. Knee pads, too.”

Kageyama swallows a groan. He loves his wife, but sometimes you make his life unnecessarily difficult.

Still, that night, he lies in bed next to you in his full volleyball uniform. You sigh contentedly and cuddle into him. “This is so nice.”

Well, at least he already showered before getting on the bed. He’ll be ready to go as soon as he wakes up and has breakfast.

Kageyama, stiff as a board, stares at the ceiling and wonders if this is what true love feels like.

It is.

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[princessbrunette]

so i know i always say that rafe is strictly a girl dad. well, he is. but sometimes i like to humour myself with the universe where he’s the father to the sweetest little boy ever.

the universe would be ironic like that. rafe foolishly knocked you up when he was 22 — the boy still having alot to learn. he was still walking around with that pistol tucked into his waistband, fighting pogues, mouthing off and going on coke rants. you had been terrified, wondering what kind of a father rafe was going to be — even when he promised time and time again, “i’m — i’m getting my shit together alright? i can, hey — we can do this? okay?” with sweat gathered at his hairline and tears in his eyes. thus, when the universe decided to play the hilarious prank which was having the doctor tell you ‘its a boy!’, your first thought was ‘shit.’

because he was bound to be just like rafe, right?

you had seemingly prophetic visions, a spoiled little brat — just like his father was, thundering around in a brightly coloured ralph lauren polo from the baby range, demanding the teet when he saw fit. a girl would have been fine — you’d seen wheezie grow up around rafe and turn out totally fine (aside from the likely trauma.) but a boy? what did rafe cameron know about raising a boy? was your son next up to become a drug slinging, pogue hating, maniac? (with no offence to rafe of course, you were unfortunately very much in love with him but contrary to popular belief that did not disrupt your common sense.)

rafe was over the moon about you being pregnant with a boy too, which did little to comfort you.

the anxiety subsided the second that baby was out of you, his sticky, slimy little body placed onto your chest with rafe crowding your space — his bravado dropped for a second to reveal a childlike awe. his own baby. you could tell it was only now that things became very real for rafe. his eyes well up, covering his shaky grin with an even shakier hand, saying stuff like “shit, oh uh nah i probably shouldn’t cuss infront of the baby anymore right? yeah… my god, you did it baby. brought me my boy. should be so god damn proud.” he croons as his hands dig affectionately into your sore shoulders, smearing a kiss to your sweaty temple. “ahh, aha — what the hell kinda man am i cryin’ at this huh? shit.” he sniffles as he wipes his eyes but you’re not listening. you’re staring at your perfect boy.

he grows into something perfectly reminiscent of both you and rafe’s features, all whilst smushed into the cutest baby you’ve ever seen. you were aware every parent said that about their child, but no — you were certain. he was pampers commercial level cute. ‘top ten cutest babies’ buzzfeed article level cute. sarah would often hold him to her chest and something would be healed as she’d whisper “i can’t believe you came from my brother.” into his wispy hair. he was a true blessing.

with big doe eyes that took up half his face and an appearance that somehow replicated a baby lamb that had been turned into a human on the basis of a magical spell — you had long forgotten about your worries regarding having a boy.

a few years down the line and not much has changed. your baby boy is three years old, chubby fists clutching his empty plastic lightening mcqueen plate as he toddles out onto the porch where rafe sits spread out opposite barry, sipping on a can of beer in the early evening. your son is distracted by a decorative plant, and the two men pay him no mind as they continue talk.

“but — but that’s the thing, right, barry? i dont do that shit anymore and… and i sure as hell am not looking to start again.”

“man i get that rafe you a father now, all serious and shit but think about the money. you thinkin’ with your husband head and not with your cameron head. your daddy was a piece of shit but he had that business mindset that you gotta adopt, bro.”

rafe’s expression flattens, finishing his can before leaning forward onto his elbows. “well uh, newsflash — i don’t wanna be anything like my dad. now if we’re done here…” rafes attention is caught by the mini him waddling into view, holding his plate infront of him.

“more please?” comes the sweetest voice in the world, blinking up at the man he viewed as his entire universe, much like you at times.

“finished your icecream already huh? where’s your mom?” he cranes round, but doesn’t bother searching much further when he hears the padding of your footsteps.

“aye buddy, you know we was just talkin’ about you.” barry leans forward with a smarmy grin and your son gets shy, lifting his shoulders practically to his ears and looking down, glueing himself to rafes leg.

“conversations done, actually.” rafe reminds him, lifting the boy to sit on his hip as he hoists himself to stand. as he does so, you appear in the doorway to the patio— sundress clad belly swollen with another baby.

“rafe could you bring him in? it’s too hot out there for him without his hat.” you furrow your eyebrows, deciding to ignore barry’s presence all together, which of course doesn’t stop him from conversing.

“shit, i ain’t seen you in a while mama. he got you again? you two stay busy, huh?” rafes oldest ‘friend’ chuckles, gold tooth glinting in the sun light, and like your only child — you shy away, sending rafe a parting glance that said ‘just hurry up and rid of him.’

rafe adjusts the baby boy on his hip, now staring down at barry.

“talk to my girl again n’i’ll bring out the old me alright, you don’t want that. go do somethin’ barry, i don’t care what it is just get off my goddamn property yeah?” rafe drawls tiredly, crushing the can in his hand and dropping it carelessly into the wastebin beside barry before heading inside, your son turning to stare sweetly at the dark haired man over his dads shoulder, offering a sticky, wide fingered salute in parting.

atleast rafe was still his usual charming self, son or not.

[specialagentartemis]

My feelings about queernormative worlds in SFF is that I can often enjoy it, but I rarely believe it.

Almost everything surrounding gender, sex, and sexuality, and all the different social norms and expectations that different cultures build up around them, derive ultimately from the various realities of sexual activity and pregnancy: who can have it, who can’t, for how long, who does have it, who doesn’t, and what that means for society. I’m not being bioessentialist here, because human bodies are all quite different and different cultures develop different ways to react to that, and rates of and reactions to fertility can be different, and what different sexual and gender roles mean in different cultures and who can and can’t embody them can get extremely different. (Hell, how pregnancy itself even works can be different depending on where you live, what your lifestyle is like, and what your diet consists of!) But like, the reason gender even matters, historically, has been because of reproduction. And the reason reproduction matters, in agricultural societies anyway, has very often been because of property ownership and the need to work on farms.

So I’m totally here for queernormative worlds. But to interest me you have to answer the questions of: okay, but how does your culture work though, and how is kinship structured, and how is reproduction seen, and how is property inheritance understood, and how does gender fit into all this, for me to feel like you’ve actually tried. (And don’t say that there ARE no norms, so no one falls outside of them. There’s no culture where that’s true.)

Sci-fi worlds can get away with this easier than fantasy worlds, imo. Partially because they can posit that it is our future but we’ve gone through all of the Social Justice Struggles already and solved them, but also because technology can really alter all of these topics. The Vorkosigan Saga, for instance, makes it clear that Beta Colony is as gender-egalitarian and free-love as it is because of contraception and uterine replicators, which FULLY decouple “the ability to have children” from “the need for anyone to be pregnant.” This is huge, and the Vorkosigan Saga treats it as appropriately so! Ancillary Justice is another one that thinks a lot about how the genderless culture that decenters romance as a core social organizing principle works. But I read so many low-ish-tech fantasy worlds that are happily queernormative and gender doesn’t matter and they just feel shallow. I don’t believe this world. I don’t dislike it, exactly, I just don’t believe it, I don’t believe people would be like this because you’ve put no effort into imagining a world that works like this makes any sense.

Which is totally fine for people’s D&D games and cute oneshot comics and personal works and such, but when you want me to take your worldbuilding seriously, you’re going to have to convince me! And a lot of it is not convincing.

[pomegranate-red]

After the Lights Go Out

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, reader is dead, depression, alcoholism, male masturbation, and suicide. Maybe Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

A/N: If you’re struggling with your mental health, please reach out for professional health. Remember it is always darkest before dawn. MIDNI

Title from After the Lights Go Out by The Walker Brothers.

Leon was surprised he could even get hard anymore, with all the cheap alcohol he’s put in his body, not only should he be impotent, but also blind. Yet life always had new ways of surprising him. God he hated surprises, he didn’t always hate them but he did now that you were gone.

All he thinks of is of those moments when you’d surprise him coming home from a mission, you were just as corny as him. Red rose petals making a path towards the bed in which he rots now, some candles with a tasteful scent that he loved, he tried buying them when you were gone at first, but the scent makes him gag now. He finds his hand palming the annoyingly painful erection that throbs in his boxers. He disgusts himself.

She won’t say it, but he knows it, Claire is tired of his bullshit. She tried at first, god knows she tried, but a part of him died when you were gone, the part that prompted him to get out of bed every morning, wash his teeth, the part that helped him enjoy the few pleasures he could enjoy in life thanks to his line of work, he doesn't even shower now. You took that with you. He remembers the last time he saw you, god you were so beautiful, and just the thought of you makes his cock jump, he groans, he doesn’t know what he’s feeling, but… does he ever? He tries not to think of those last moments and of your smile.

He thinks of the times you’d have sex on the telephone, which was more often than he’d like, hearing you moan and whimper, probably the squelches of your cunt as your fingers digged as deep as they could, desperately pressing into your own g-spot, trying to replicate the pleasure he used to give you. To him every form of intimacy with you was heaven, your body his temple and your pussy his altar, he could’ve worshipped you for hours on end, and he’d never get tired of the taste, your moans, or the way you’d pull at his hair and beg for him to stop, out of overstimulation. “Come on baby, you can give me one more, can’t you?”

He’s not sure how, or when but he’s crying, it had been a few weeks since the las time he could cry, another surprise. He is full of self hatred, he thinks he always was, except this time it is painful just how much disgust he can feel towards himself. You would have been sad if you saw him, now he’s ashamed too, fantastic. But what was he to do? You were his sanity, you were his whole world, and you took all his light with you, all his dreams. He wanted to have a family, highly unlikely, since you both worked putting your lifes in danger for a government that pretended too give a fuck. Ah, the mere thought makes his tip drip precum and he groans at the thought of his wife all pregnant, round and swollen with his seed, he was getting desperate.

He whines, as he squeezes the base of his aching cock, he can’t help it, the image of your tits bouncing on his face comes to his mind and your name falls from his chapped lips in the same way his tears roll down his face, he doesn’t really notice when but he’s stroking. He thinks of the moans that would slip from your lips into his own and how he greedily looked for more, rutting into his fist the way he would rut into your pussy desperately, except his fist doesn’t suck him in the way your walls did. His balls contract and with a pathetic, strangled moan (or was it a sob?) he spills all over his abdomen and fist all the seed he should’ve shot inside you. He doesn’t even wipe himself, filthy as he is, he curls up on his bed, hugging your pillow, which no longer smelled like you, more like a mix of stale tears, cum, sweat and his own body odour, all traces of you gone. He throws it, he could rip his hair out. His phone rings, Chris, bless him, probably checking up on him, Leon ignores it, he curls up and cries.

He doesn’t know how many hours go by, but it looks late. He gets up and eyes your gun on your nightstand, he sighs and goes down to the kitchen, and fixes himself another drink, the whiskey’s cheap, and it burns. It’s not that he can’t afford any better, he just doesn’t drink to enjoy it, he downs the cheap whiskey and grimaces a little, the landline’s ringing, but again he ignores it. He thinks back to that one mission two months ago. He had a bad feeling, that maybe you shouldn’t have gone, and he told you, but you were headstrong, stubborn, and so you went anyway “it’s just an extraction” you’d said, yeah right. Things were going amazingly, almost no B.O.Ws, the few you did find, were dispatched swiftly. He loved how quick you were to put them out of their misery, “they were people once too, they deserve it…” you’d tell him often, you were a compassionate soul, he never would understand what a person like you was doing being an agent. You were almost done, you almost had him, but the terrorist had a shotgun and that shot was for Leon, if you hadn’t pushed him out the way, he would’ve died, but instead he just watched your head burst open, your brains covering his face. It was as if a switch flipped in his mind, and when he came to, his fists were bloody and a picasso would’ve looked more like a normal face than the man’s face, he must have smashed every bone in his face. But no amount of vengeance would bring you back, he had some of the remains of your brain in his hair and face.

He wants to puke, so he does, he throws up all over himself, he looks at his shirt, stained with cum and puke, and sighs. He downs another drink and then another, he goes back to his room, your room, 45 missed calls, Claire and Chris, but Leon can’t bring himself to care at all. He goes up to your nightstand and grabs your gun, it’s cold and heavy, he eyes it, you would keep it in pristine conditions, now it is dusty, he places the barrel in his mouth, he closes his eyes, he somehow likes imagining it is you who threatens him. He loves you so damn much he wouldn’t even try to persuade you, he’d close his eyes and let you decide if his brains stayed in or out.

He takes the gun out of his mouth and sits on the bed, his back to the headboard, his phone rings again and in an impulse he shoots it. He sits there in silence after the loud shot, and sighs, what the fucking hell, he cocks the gun again and places it in his mouth again, going as deep as he can without gagging, had he been in another situation he’d make a joke, but you’d taken his humour with you. In those moments he wonders if he’d go to heaven with you, because there’s no way you’d be anywhere else, his angel. He wonders if he deserves heaven, and he knows he doesn’t, but maybe god would let him be with you.

Those are the last thoughts going through his head before he pulls the trigger, leaving a mess on the wall for Chris and Claire to find the next day.

[rangersoup]

I’m finally stretching my fan fic writing legs! Here’s a very short little one shot! Enjoy!

***

Campbell climbs into the truck with out a word. Carlos closes up the files he’s been looking through for the past hour while waiting for his partner to get out of his wife’s ultrasound appointment. Campbell removes his hat and slides it onto the dashboard, before settling deeper into the passenger seat and letting out a long breath. His expression is unreadable. The man has a poker face Carlos can only dream about replicating.

“So?” Carlos prompts after several moments of silence pass.

“Well,” his partner begins, shifting himself in his seat and adjusting his tie. His expression doesn’t change. “We’re having twins.”

“Twins?!” Carlos repeats, both his eyebrows raising in surprise, despite his best efforts to match Campbell’s nonchalant demeanor. Twins??

“Twins.” Campbell confirms. His face still betraying nothing.

“That’s—“ Carlos counts on his fingers, mostly for dramatic effect. “Six kids!”

Campbell faces him now, his expression finally shifting as a shit eating grin spreads across his entire face. “I know! It’s it great!? Here we were thinking we were gonna have five little rascals running around, but now we’re getting a bonus!”

“A bonus?” Carlos questions, still stunned. He had thought four was a lot. Then when Campbell told him Ashlyn was pregnant again he really thought five was a lot. But six?

“Hell yeah!” Campbell says excitedly, all traces of his poker face gone now. “I told you man, having kids and being a parent is the greatest thing in the world!”

Carlos smiles, thinking of Jonah waiting at home for him. Even if he can’t ever imagine himself with six kids, his partner is definitely right about that. Being a father, and getting to do it with his soulmate has been the single greatest of his life. “Well then congrats! And I’ll drink a beer to that.”

“We’re definitely getting beers after work,” Campbell agrees, producing his phone from his pocket and pulling up pictures of the ultrasound. “Look, check this out.”

[weirdo09]

i’ve lost all fucking hope for this fandom WHY ARE YALL SHIPPIN MILES N THE SPOT ?!?! THE ONE WHO LITERALLY TRAUMATIZED N MADE HIM ‘one’ WITH MILES JUST BECAUSE HE CALLED HIM VILLAIN OF THE WEEK? THAT MAN IS LIKE 40+ WHILE MILES IS 15 😭😭 THE SPOT IS LIKE RIOS AGE, YALL PEDOS NEEDA GET THE FUCK OFF THE INTERNET N AO3

THIS IS DISGUSTING, NOBODY WANTS TO SEE MILES AT 15 BEING DESCRIBED AS BEING FUCKED AGGRESSIVELY TO THE POINT WHERE HIS DOWN THERE BLEEDS IN THE FUCKING TAGS. Y’ALL JUST DISGUST ME, WHY DO YALL THINKT HAT SHTINSI OK. GODDAMNIT PEOPLE CANT HAVE SHIT WITHOUT YALL WRITING FICS BOUT MILES BEIN GROOMED AND FUCKED AT 15!1!1!1!1! WITH MEN x2 HIS AGE AND CALLING IT OK BECAUSE HE’S AGED UP ‘sometimes’

I’m literally gate keeping miles at the point, send me anon hate all you want. i’m not gonna sit there and let y’all treat miles like a fucking sex slave for miguel. y’all are literally treating mikes like a slave, a fucking slave to breed and beaten by miguel. doesn’t that bother you? that y’all are literally tryna write things that replicate slavery itself? AINT NO FUCKING WAY THAT YALL ARE WRITING MILES GETTING RAPED ALL FOR YALL TO ACT LIKE “oh he liked it and he’s pregnant btw !!!”

god y’all just disgust me. y’all treat miles n hobie like SEX SLAVES it’s sickening. y’all will say that it’s not racist nor pedophilic nor grooming nor perpetuating slavery time ideals BUT FUCKING LOOK AT LIKE ONE FLOWERFANG FIC ON AO3 N IT HAS FUCKING RAPE N UNDERAGE SEX N IT AND GOT 100+ KUDOS ?!?!

there’s pedophiles right under y’all’s fucking noses and y’all ain’t doing shit. i’m so disappointed that i can’t find a single fandom that doesn’t make rape fics about the underage main character and having them groomed just to say that it’s ok because they don’t support this stuff in real life…

just ew

reblog this to spread awareness please, i’m tired of this

[kiszka-jake]

Road Not Taken: Chapter 3

Jake’s POV- October 2023

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and shifted my eyes to glance at Katie in the passenger seat. She had her window down and the crisp fall air was blowing her hair around. She was squinting in the sun with a small smile on her face. I wonder if she was thinking of all the times we drove around like this. She felt my eyes on her and looked over at me with her smile still in place. 

“I can’t believe you invited yourself to lunch, and convinced me to ride with you.” 

I felt the buzz I always used to get around her slowly creeping back in as I responded, “I just figured you probably missed hanging out with me.”

She shook her head and turned to look out the window at all the places we grew up going to. Every time I’ve been back to this town in the last 5 years, I’ve thought of her. There’s not one place we didn’t go to or have a memory in. Her ghost is always waiting for me around every corner. Part of the reason I avoid coming back here. 

I cleared my throat and hesitated before I spoke up again, “You know, I got the idea for that line in Flower Power on one of our car rides like this.” She kept looking out the window and ignored me,“The star shines in her eyes line.” I stammered. 

I saw the pink flush she always hated creeping up her cheeks. 

“I always liked that line” she mumbled while avoiding my gaze. We pulled into the parking lot and she quickly hopped out of the car to avoid any more conversation with me. I sat silently in the restaurant and enjoyed the familiar presence of the four of us again. She has a genuine and natural way of interacting with my brothers that I’ve never been able to replicate with any other girl. I can never tell who’s just using me and sometimes I’m okay with that. Other times, it leaves me longing for something real. 

“We should order the stuffed mushrooms to start. Weren’t those always your favorite?” Sam asked Katie. 

She scrunched her freckled nose and shook her head. “I wish. I used to love them, but I haven’t been able to stomach them since I got sick after having them when I was pregnant.” 

Josh and Sam already moved on from her comment and were back to flipping through the menu. I couldn’t move past it. 

“How did you decide to keep it?” I asked her.

Her head shot up from her menu as she looked at me with a confused look. 

“Lyla. How did you decide you wanted to keep her.”

Josh kicked me under the table, but I ignored him.

“Hey, listen you don’t have to answer him. He shouldn’t have asked that.” Josh interjected while glaring at me. 

She waved her hand to brush him off and locked eyes with me. 

“It’s okay. I guess we don’t really know each other anymore,so it’s normal to have questions.” Her fingers traced the edge of her menu while she kept her eyes on mine, “I don’t really know honestly. It just felt right.” 

I blinked to get a moment of relief from her piercing green eyes that could always tell what I was thinking. 

“Even though you knew you’d have to do it alone?” 

“Yes. I knew I could do it.” Her face was hard and her voice steady. 

We stared at each other in silence as I took in her words. I knew I shouldn’t say my next thought, but it came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Well, it seems like a dumb decision since you didn’t graduate from Harvard. That was your dream. That’s all you cared about.” 

Josh kicked me even harder under the table as her eyes started to well up with tears. She fought them off as she answered me.

“I’ve never regretted Lyla for one second. She’s amazing and special in so many ways that you’ll never understand.” She said it quickly while pushing her chair back from the table and walked quickly to the restroom. 

I watched her go until the door closed, and turned to find Josh and Sam both staring at me with stunned expressions. 

“Are you trying to make her hate you again? I think it’s working.” Sam said with an eye roll as he flagged down our waiter. 

Katie’s POV- October 2023

My hands were gripping the edge of the porcelain sink as I stared at myself in the dirty  mirror. I don’t know why I thought I could handle hanging out with Jake again. Or any of them. It was insane to think I could talk freely about our daughter with him. Our daughter. She’s his too. My fingers wrapped around the sink even tighter at the thought. Sam and Josh are her uncles. They’re the family I know she longs for even if she cant articulate it yet. 

I pulled my phone out and stared at the Lock Screen. It’s a selfie she took of us at the park last week. I looked at her perfect heart shaped face and saw the entire Kiszka family in it. Her big smile that looks just like Jake’s. Her perfectly pink lips that look just like Josh’s. Her brown eyes that are shaped exactly like Sam’s. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared at the picture. She’s half me too. Everything she knows is what I taught her. Her loud and wild spirit, her kindness. It all comes from me. 

I slid the phone back in my pocket and took one last look in the mirror while giving myself a fake smile. I walked back to the table with the tiniest amount of pride left and immediately started talking to Josh about his life to change the subject. He was waving his hands around and happily explaining to me how they play arenas now and people come from all over to see them. I was nodding along to his story, but my eyes still slid over to look at Jake. 

He had his hand on Josh’s shoulder and was agreeing with whatever he said. He was even more beautiful than he used to be. His hair was just a little longer, his jaw a little more angular. Josh said something that suddenly made him burst out laughing and flash his signature smile with all his teeth showing. I felt my breath catch as I pictured Lyla again. 

They spent the rest of the lunch telling me stories of all their adventures and accomplishments. Every story left me with a sense of awe that the boys I grew up with could do all of that. When it was time to go, Jake finally spoke to me again.

“Do you want me to take you back to your parents?” His tone was cautious and filled with a hint of apology for what he said earlier. We didn’t need to discuss it again. We can just add it to the list of things we’re both sorry for. 

I glanced at Josh and Sam who were walking just a little bit ahead of us on the cracked parking lot pavement. He followed my gaze and spoke again. “Or you can ride with them.” 

I wanted to tell him no and run after his brothers, but my brain couldn’t catch up with my mouth. 

“No, you can take me.”

He smiled a little to himself as we walked to his black Jeep. He turned the radio up on our favorite rock station and I felt myself relax as he curved around the backroads. If I closed my eyes, I could almost pretend we were still high schoolers and not two adults running from our past. 

He pulled up in front of my house to my dad  kicking around a soccer ball with Lyla. I grabbed the door handle to jump out and say my final goodbye to him for the next ten years, but suddenly he was opening his door too.

“Uh what are you doing.” I asked.

He smirked at me and continued to get out of the car. 

“Well, you ignored me yesterday so I didn’t get to really hang out with the miniature version of you.” 

I could feel my heart beating faster as I hurried around to the front of the jeep to intercept him. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this possibility when I agreed to the ride. 

“It’s okay really. You don’t have to pretend to be interested in my life still.” 

I think I almost had him convinced, but my dad chose that exact moment to wave and yell his name. 

He smiled and waved back and excitedly slammed his door. He walked closer to me and grabbed my hand to drag me along. 

“Well, I can’t ignore your dad.” He said with an incredulous tone. 

Jake’s POV- October 2023

I can’t believe I just grabbed her hand. My pulse is racing, but it’s like no time has passed at all. Her hand naturally relaxed in mine as she lagged a couple steps behind me. Lyla was bouncing up and down and ran over to her when we got closer. She dropped my hand to scoop her up in a hug. Why am I disappointed that she dropped my hand? 

“You gave me the doggy.” Lyla said in that squeaky voice all little kids have. 

I shoved my hands in my pockets to erase the empty feeling they had. 

“Yep, I sure did.” 

She wiggled out of Katie’s arms and came to stand in front of me. She really did look just like Katie up close. They have the same heart shaped face,same brown hair with golden flecks in the sun. The only indication that someone else was involved in creating her is her brown eyes. She put her hand on her hips and looked up at me just like Katie used to when I annoyed her. 

“How do you know my mommy?” 

I bent down to her level and stuck out of my hand. 

“I’m Jake. I’m your mommy’s friend. We met when we were your age.” 

She giggled and grabbed my hand, but quickly frowned at the roughness. 

“I play a lot of guitar.” I said as an explanation.

Her tiny face broke out in a huge smile as she whipped her brown curls around to face Katie. 

“Maybe he knows my daddy!” She shouted while bouncing on the tips of her pink converse. 

She whipped back around to face me, “Mommy always says my daddy is going to teach me how to play guitar.” 

I smiled at her and glanced up at Katie. “Wow, you just replaced me with another musician?” 

Her cheeks had their familiar pink flush as she stuck her hand out towards Lyla. Lyla slipped her hand into hers as they started to walk up towards the two story brick house. Lyla turned to wave at me as Katie finally spoke. “Hes a better player than you.” 

Damn, it’s still hot when she fucks with me. 

I watched them walk inside, oblivious to the fact that her dad was still there. 

“I’m glad you guys are hanging out again,” He said as he clamped his hand on my shoulder. 

I felt myself tense up on reflex like I was still in high school and he was giving me the curfew.

“It’s more like I forced myself into hanging out with her.” I replied as I slipped my sunglasses back on and reached into my pocket for the car keys. I raised my hand in a mock salute and turned towards the jeep when he interjected.

“I hate to ask this…” 

I paused and turned back around the face him. He looked a little embarrassed and I got a sick satisfaction out of having something he seemingly wants. 

“Lyla, really wants to know how to play guitar.” He shrugged his shoulders and sighed when he said it. “We still have one of your old guitars in the basement. I was thinking maybe you could show her a couple things.” 

A slow smile broke out across my face as I realized this would get me more time with Katie. I would never say no to him, but maybe I can get a little more information to use to my advantage first.

“Her dad doesn’t want to teach her?” I posed the question and studied his face for the answer. His face flashed with disappointment and a hint of anger. 

“She’s never met her dad.” He replied. “Katie said they just had a class together and in the end he didn’t want a baby.” 

“Yeah that’s what Kate told us, but I figured he had at least met her.” I said. 

He shook his head and gave me a sad look. 

I shoved the car keys back in my jeans pocket and started walking up the grass to the house. 

“I never really liked any of those Harvard douche bags anyways.” I said with a smirk as I passed him.

I felt a piece of the same anger that he had. Katie was my girlfriend for years, but she was my best friend first. She didn’t deserve to be treated like shit and I feel like I have the right to be defensive on her behalf still. She would probably disagree and say she can take care of herself. 

I turned the door knob and entered the familiar living room. The bright white walls, the faded green couch, the dark wood floors. The sound of my boots were muffled by the worn rug as I rounded the corner to the basement steps. I made my way down and turned the light on to illuminate our old hang out spot. Everything looked frozen in time and my old guitar was still on the stand in the corner. 

I wrapped my hand around the neck and headed back upstairs. I could hear Katie’s laugh coming from her bedroom. Why does being back in her house and hearing her laugh fill me with anxiety? I can play to 20,000 people and be less nervous. I tightened my grip on the guitar and felt myself relax a little. 

They were on the floor playing with Barbie’s when I entered the doorway. Lyla looked up from her half dressed doll and smiled while Katie gave me a confused look. Her gaze stopped on the guitar on my hand as she opened her mouth.

“Uh did you come to give us a private concert…?” She asked.

I ignored her question as my eyes wandered the room. The same purple walls and matching bedspread. The first Greta Van Fleet poster Josh ever drew was still taped on her closet door next to pictures of us at the lake. The memories of us growing up together are all immortalized in this room. 

I cleared my throat and looked back at her on the floor where she was waiting for my response.  Odds of her telling me to leave were pretty high, so I decided to hedge my bets and talk to Lyla. She can’t tell me to leave once she’s excited. 

“Your grandpa told me you wanted to learn guitar.” I said to her as I slid down on the floor next to them. Her face immediately lit up and she started squealing in excitement.

I chuckled a little as I took in her response.”I guess that would be a yes.” I said as I started tuning the guitar. Katie gave me a disapproving look. I raised my hands in mock surrender and she sighed and busied herself the dolls scattered on the floor. 

“Alright,” I said as I finished tuning. “This is a little big for you, but you can still learn the basics.” I flipped the guitar around and placed it on Lyla’s lap. Her face peered over the top as she tried to unsuccessfully wrap her fingers around the neck. 

Her brown eyes were staring at me and I saw the question forming before she opened her mouth.

“How do I know you can play guitar?” She asked with a concerned look on her face. 

Katie tried to stifle a laugh as I looked at her with a stunned expression. I took the guitar back from Lyla and started absentmindedly strumming chords. 

“I didn’t know 4 year olds spoke in fully formed sentences.” I said to Katie. 

“I’m almost 5.” Lyla quickly said with a hint of attitude. 

“She started talking on her 1st birthday and hasn’t stopped since.” Katie replied as she tugged on one of Lyla’s curls and looked at her proudly. Lyla nodded along in agreement and said “My teacher always tells me I’m smart.”

I shook my head and smiled at her as I kept strumming the guitar. Playing makes me relaxed and seeing Katie with Lyla is somehow making me want her more. “That makes sense considering your mom is a genius.” I said while locking eyes with Katie. She flashed me a polite smile and leaned back against the bed behind her. 

“To answer your question,” I began again as I looked back at Lyla,” I learned to play guitar when I was your age and I’m in a band.” I jerked my chin towards to poster on the wall. “That band actually.” She whipped her head around to look at the poster and then back at me. She shrugged her shoulders and seemed to be satisfied with my answer. 

I placed the guitar back on her lap and placed her glitter painted fingers on the frets. “So now you just take your other hand and go like this.” I said as I ran her hand down the strings. She beamed at Katie as the sound of the chord filled the room. 

“I did it mommy!” She exclaimed as she strummed up and down again. I sat back and took in her excitement. I glanced over at Katie to see she had her phone out recording her. I leaned back into the frame and faced the camera, “And that was the Jake Kiszka guitar tutorial.” I said as I pointed at the camera.

Katie let out a laugh as she lowered the phone. The first real laugh I’d earned from her in years. Lyla was busy plucking different strings when Katie scooted over and put her arm around my neck in a half hug. 

“Thank you.” She said quietly as she pulled back from me and started playing with Lyla. My body was still tingling from her touch as I watched the flush creeping up her cheeks. 

“Mommy?” Lyla suddenly said ending our moment. “Can Jake come to my birthday party tomorrow?” 

Katie seemed to snap back to her reality of hating me as she struggled to find an excuse. 

I pushed up off the grey carpet and turned to head towards the door.

“I have to leave to go to see some family now, but tomorrow I’m all yours.” I said. Lyla smiled happily and jumped up to hug me. I patted the top of her head, not really sure how to interact with kids. “It’s a date.” I said with a wink to Katie as I backed out her room towards the steps. 

Katie’s POV- October 2023

“Okay Lyla, we’re ready for the reveal!” Grace yelled into the hallway. I could hear Lyla’s giggle as she started to push the door open.

“Tada!” She yelled as she threw her arms up and posed. My mom took her shopping and let her pick out a special birthday outfit. She twirled around in a pink glittery dress, rainbow glitter converse and a princess tiara. 

I knelt down and pulled her into a hug and rocked her back and forth. “You look absolutely beautiful, Ly,” I pulled back and held her out at arms length. “You definitely look like a five year old now.” 

She was giddy with the thought of the cake and presents that would be coming her way today. She gave me her big smile as she started to turn away. “I’m gonna go show grandpa!” She yelled as she ran down the steps. 

“That was such a Josh way to pose.” Grace said as she flipped back on my childhood bed. I laid next to her and we stared at the ceiling in silence. 

“God, they’re all in every part of her.” I whispered  to Grace as I watched the ceiling fan spin. Her long blonde hair splayed out around her as she turned her head to look at me. 

“And every part of you raised her.” She said as she reached for my hand to squeeze it. 

•••••••••••••

Lyla skipped ahead through the glass doors and we were sucked into the commotion of the bowling alley. I had my fifth birthday party here, so it was fitting for Lyla to do the same. She was being greeted by all of family members that came to celebrate her when he walked in. 

He smiled and waved at me as he made his way over to our lane. He was dressed way too cool for a 5th birthday party in Michigan. He had on dark jeans, a navy button down that was only half done, scuffed black boots, an excessive amount of necklaces and dark sunglasses that probably made it look like it was midnight inside. 

“This is definitely the best party I’ve been to all year.” He said when he reached me. 

I sank down into one the plastic chairs and rolled my eyes in response. “Yes, I’m sure all the Hollywood parties are very lame.” I said. 

He pulled out the chair next to me and looked around at the other tables filled with my family members. If any of them noticed his presence, they didn’t acknowledge it. It actually seemed like they were actively avoiding coming over to us. Probably my dad stopping everyone so we could talk. He couldn’t stop going on about how great Jake is last night. 

“I hate LA,” He said while pulling an envelope out of his pocket, “and this is for Lyla.” 

I took the envelope out of his hand and lifted the flap to look inside. It contained a glittery princess birthday card and $500. 

I looked at him with a stunned expression, but couldn’t read his with the sunglasses still on.

“Ok, first of all you need to take off the sunglasses. We’re in Frakenmuth.” I said with a hint of disbelief. 

A smile was playing on his perfect lips as he reached up to remove them and shove them in his shirt pocket. “So what’s the second thing?” He asked.

I held up the card as an explanation. He blinked and started speaking slowly. 

“Does she not like princesses? I just assumed…” he said as his voice trailed off. 

I rolled my eyes at his attempt to play dumb. “Who gives a five year old five hundred dollars, Jake?” 

A laugh escaped his lips as he took the card back from me and opened it. He grabbed 4 of the bills and handed it back to me with one left inside.

“I figured I’d give her a hundred bucks for every year, but you can just give her this then.” He said as an explanation. 

I can’t tell if he’s trying to show off how rich he is now or if he’s just that oblivious. He fiddled with the bracelet on his wrist and I watched the muscles in his hand twitch as we sat in silence. Lyla was rolling a bowling bowl down the lane with my grandpa when he spoke up.

“Listen, I really just came here to ask you to come to our show tomorrow,” his jaw was tense and he was looking at me intently to study my reaction to his words, “it’s in Detroit. I have to rehearse in the morning, but we can hang out tomorrow before the show.”

I immediately start shaking my head no and opened my mouth to reject him. “Jake. We can’t“

He had a pleading look on his face as he cut me off, “Please don’t say no. The guys miss you, and it would be fun.” 

I shook my head again and looked over at Lyla to avoid his gaze. “We can’t just hang out and pretend again. I’m sorry Jake.”

I felt his hand on my arm and I shifted my eyes to look at his beautiful face that was practically begging me to say yes. 

“Are you waiting for me to say sorry still? If I do that, will you come?” His question came out as a whisper that I barely heard above the noise of pins falling.

I moved my arm over so his fingers fell to the table. “I think you should just go. Thank you for the card. I’ll tell Lyla you said bye.” I said it quickly to get it all out before I changed my mind. He tapped his ring on the metal table and scooted the chair back. I kept my eyes forward, but still felt him standing over me. He paused for a moment a like he was going to say something else before he finally turned and walked away. 

••••••

Chapter 4 goes CRAZY. Trust.

tag: @fleetingjake @hollyco @sammysstolenbirks

[theshadowrealmitself]

Thinking about the post I made about an omega getting transported to a universe without the a/b/o dynamics (unfortunately can’t reblog that original post with this addition cause both posts are gonna be scheduled) and I think a situation like that would really help give me what I want out of omegaverse

What I really want out of omegaverse is all the world building stuff, how a society and its people would function in that situation, but most of the time it’s a reimagining of intense misogyny, which is not my cup of tea

But I think a situation where a person goes from a society like that (without the omega hate) to a society where a/b/o isn’t a thing, would really highlight how different things would be

Technically the omegaverse society is different depending on the author, so I’m making up my own version, and adding in aliens:

Heats and ruts can cause health problems, the stress it puts on your body every month can lead to a ton of issues down the road, and honestly you just don’t wanna have your life be disrupted that much, so going on suppressants is common, especially for people who are single

But going off of suppressants can be deadly, and sometimes your suppressants can start being less effective as time goes on, so calling out of whatever to make sure you can go to the doctors and have that all figured out is not only normalized but also encouraged

(But now you’re suddenly in a universe where Humans don’t go through all that and you’re running out of suppressants and you’re just hoping the scientists, Vulcan ones who are strangely extremely interested in your heat suppressants and keep asking you about rut suppressants?, can quickly figure out how to make more)

Depending on the situation, scent blockers can be used (mostly in the maternity ward, so the medical staff don’t accidentally get their scent on the kids and accidentally cause the parents to instinctively think they’re trying to take away their kids), but it’s more of a personal preference

Alphas, omegas, and even betas can scent mark things, but alpha scents are usually just more noticeable because they tend to be more territorial and aggressive, doesn’t mean that omegas and betas aren’t scent marking things for the same reason, so just because you can’t smell an alpha around, doesn’t mean you aren’t encroaching on someone’s space, you can also tell people’s emotions from their scent

(You hate that in this new universe, no one can smell that you claimed stuff and you have to remember to verbalize it, you also hate that the only ones who can smell you are aliens who have to be weird about it because they aren’t used to Humans smelling like that)

I can never think of anything cool for betas and I hate that it’s usually just like “betas are usually just how Humans are irl”, so what, they don’t have cis guys that can get pregnant and cis women who can sire kids? boring! but I can’t think of anything fun for them!

Claiming bites are a thing, but mostly a thing of the past, still, you never touch go near an omega’s through without explicit consent

(If another fucker tries to go near your neck again you’re losing it at them >:/)

Nests are a big thing, even outside of heats, and kids, and stuff, it’s just really beneficial to an omega to have a safe, soft, place they have complete control over, their instincts demand it

(Apparently nesting isn’t a normal fucking thing for Humans in this universe?? you can’t find the round mattress with the round frame that has a headboard that goes around a majority of the bed to kinda cocoon you anywhere, that’s like, the most basic thing you’d used to find in stores, and now you keep having to find specialty shops that cater to extraterrestrials to find anything remotely similar, or figure out how to replicate it yourself, this is so frustrating!!! you’re gonna be so much more frustrated when you try to find the other supplies needed for nesting)

Instead of heats and ruts being quick things, there’s still a lot of time and clarity before it hits them, so like, let’s say if it’s a default alpha/omega, the omega will obsess over their nest and get it just right while the alpha get their scent on everything else in the room to let everyone else know to fuck off (if it’s any other pairing, then whoever feels the most comfortable fighting if a trespasser comes by, [even though that almost never happens, but there’s always that instinctual worry that if will happen] is the one who gets their scent on everything else and makes sure the room they’re in is secure)

(I love the idea of this omega getting a temporary Vulcan partner because their heat came on quickly, and Vulcans understand their predicament, so the omega is stressing over their nest while the Vulcan is walking around, methodically trying to scent everything because they know that also serves to make the other person not scenting feel secure in that scenario, and then, because I feel like Vulcans are a little bit of control freaks (lovingly) the Vulcan goes over to fuss with the nest as well and the omega is strangely content with that)

That’s what I have for now, may add stuff later

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Are any of Sarge and Elaine’s kids as beloved in the nation as Elvis was during his time? Do any of them particularly want to be in the spotlight, now we know Marie is a famous photographer and Daisy is an entertainer. I just think that the nationwide love Elvis brought out should be replicated in one (or more) of his kids because his impact is truly amazing.

2nd question, during the divorce Elaine gets pregnant? What’s the public backlash for that? Can’t even imagine them being kind to her.

Ooooh, how fun is this ask?! 😍Especially as the answer is two in one, just like the question. First off, meet Mr. Danny Presley:

Yes, yes I went and made it a little odd yet sweet by using darling John John Kennedy’s face, BUT HEAR ME OUT

1. I adore that man and he needs a fix it fic himself and in this universe we can start from scratch a bit, 2. I just always envisioned their last son being a distinguished darling of the nation in a political capacity, 3. he’s just terribly handsome and well…distinguished, I’ll use that again and has the down to earth goodness along with the charismatic gravitas that suits my vision for Danny.

Which leads us to those questions.

Oh the backlash is nasty. It’s awful as expected but for the first time in her life, Elaine Presley, though divorced and perhaps unforgivable for it by her husband, actually has Elvis’ full support under the media glare. This is thanks, in part, to Colonel Parker and his damned tabloid machine -which was always her nemesis and the bane of her dignity- being out of service due to the Colonel himself being neck deep in an immigration lawsuit. He can’t quite issue spoon fed statements about his investment’s behavior from a holding cell, not when the investment himself is rethinking his place as the head of his family while curled up in his ex-wife’s hospital bed talking to her barely protruding belly.

And Danny, oh sweet, their lovely Danny Boy. Made in the middle of such tragedy, you’d never know it from his easy presence and boyish charm, the way from the minute he can interact during Elvis’ later international tours he treats his Daddy’s fans like his own. He’s the one in the late 80’s and 90’s still passing out smooches to admirers, young and old, who still flock around the gate. He’s the one who gets invested in Memphian politics and continuing on what America got robbed of somewhere along the way. He marries Shiloh’s best friend Bee and he wins the senatorship, he’s straight and honest as they come… unless you wanna press an inquiry about some of those badges he gets his daddy. But no harm in those.

He coulda been known as the kid made when the two crazy Presley’s couldn’t stop hate-fucking. Instead he’s a recalled as a unifying legacy to everyone who ever dreamed about love enduring and good people making efforts to live for something bigger than themselves.

If it’s true you attract the love you give, then Danny’s his daddy’s replica to a T, and maybe it helps that they share a birthday. 😉

…the whole saga of him being made and the divorce and the reasoning and the reconciliation will be coming soon, I swear

As for the others, you have Daisy who is a significant performer in her own right and certainly a bit of a fame enjoyer, there’s Jesse who is similarly acclaimed but not as lead, and you’ve got Marie who as a photographer and filmmaker might be more of a artsy success but as far and household name and universal admiration and fondness as was felt for Elvis -I see that being Danny. Your Grandpa and your lil sister both think he’s pretty fly.

[xoxogatsbysgirl]

replicant

1982!rick deckard x reader

note: rewatched blade runner 1982 and wrote this! might be one of my fav things i’ve written besides my ‘i know’ han fic! i kinda wanna write a part two, so if you’re interested in reading one, let me know!

“i’m not taking that goddamn test, deckard.” 

“i’m not pressuring you too.”

“but you are.” you snapped, rising from the bed, collecting your discarded clothes from the floor, “you keep insinuating shit, i’m sick of this. i am not a replicant.” you snarled, pulling on your undergarments and deckard’s oversized shirt. 

the man jumped out of the bed, retrieving his boxers from his side, pulling them on quickly. he then rushed towards you, his hand gripping your wrist as he whirled you around to face him. 

“don’t leave.” 

“i’m not gonna sit here and be berated by you.” you snapped, yanking your hand away, “i’m not some fucking replicant.” 

“then take the test.” 

“and why would i do that? this isn’t a relationship, deckard. this is purely sex, i’m not supposed to be emotional and open about it.” this was all it was. casual. the whole point of casual sex was to go without feelings.

“it’s my job to know, okay? i used to do this professionally.” you shook your head, “well if you used to do this professionally then why the hell can’t you tell by my eyes or some shit? you’ve known me for two goddamn years, you think that i’d have known by now if i wasn’t human?” 

you had memories. why wouldn’t you be human? 

“then just take the test.”

“you take the test!” 

“i will if you do.” you were now caught in a trap. you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “fine. i’ll take your stupid test.” the man seemed satisfied, beckoning you over to the kitchen table, “hit the blinds, will you?” you nodded, walking towards the windows, pressing your hand against the button. 

the blinds automatically were pulled down, leaving the room cloaked in darkness. deckard had his setup ready now. you exhaled deeply, walking towards the table, taking a seat across from him.

he cleared his throat, “alright, this is how this is going to work-“

“i know how it works.” you snapped, fiddling with the ends of deckard’s old shirt, “just ask the damn questions.” 

and so he began. “it’s your birthday. someone gifts you a calfskin wallet.” 

“i return it. i already have a wallet.” you replied.

“you become pregnant by a man who runs off with your best friend, and you decide to get an abortion.”

“i wouldn’t get an abortion. my best friend can go fuck herself. i’d keep the kid.”

“you’re watching television. suddenly you realize there’s a wasp crawling on your arm.”

“i’d kill it.” 

“you’re reading a magazine. you come across a full-page nude photo of a girl. you show it to your husband. he likes it so much, he hangs it on your bedroom wall.”

“why would i like it? i’m not a lesbian. i’d leave him. i should be enough.”

the questions continued on. you were giving suitable answers in your opinion. and you could only hope they’d suffice.

you couldn’t be a replicant… could you?

no. it wasn’t possible.

not when you were in love with the man you’d been sleeping with for over a year. a replicant wouldn’t be able to feel love, right? 

the questions were over quickly. and so you sat, fiddling with the fabric of the shirt, awaiting his response. 

slowly, he rose from his seat. you frowned, “deckard?”

he backed away slowly, almost cautiously, turning his back to you. you found yourself standing from your seat, uneasy breaths slipping past your lips. “rick?” 

that was the first time you’d used his first name in a long time.

“rick?” you asked again. “what is it?” 

you couldn’t be a replicant. you couldn’t. it wasn’t possible. 

your lips quivered, “dammit rick, what is it?!” you exclaimed, your voice echoing throughout the empty apartment. 

slowly, he turned to you. and only then did you take notice of the weapon in his hand. your eyes softened, “rick..” you mumbled, flooding with emotion. 

“please..” 

you took a step towards him, “don’t do this.” you begged, your voice cracking slightly. 

you watched the internal struggle written on his face. he didn’t want too. rick deckard despite his best efforts had found himself falling for you.

and this was the last thing he wanted to do.

his adam’s apple bobbed as he raised his weapon, his hand trembling.

“please…” your voice was soft, fragile, “i-i love you.”

a single tear slipped down his cheek, his eyes closed for a moment, his face screwed up in emotion. “don’t say that.” 

“i do. i love you, deckard.” you repeated, as if saying it would change your fate. 

“stop it.” he whispered. 

“please-i’ll-i’ll run. i’ll go and i’ll never turn back… deckard please.” you begged, eyes stinging with tears. 

he opened his eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes that you loved so dearly were glossy with tears. and you accepted that if this was to be your fate… at least you’d be looking at what you loved most.

“i’m sorry-“

“i love you.” 

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: Mighty Solars The Movie Ch. 1

20th Century Fox Studios Presents…

A Legacy Studios Production

Replicant Korvo: offscreen Thank our Shlorpian Gods for our safety….

The scene then cuts with a scene of Replicant Korvo watching an explosion while Replicant Janiz holds him close.

Replicant Janiz: It's gonna be okay, little bro...

Replicant Korvo takes a deep breath.

Replicant Korvo: voiceover Thank our Shlorpian Gods for shelter…

The scene then cuts to Earth where a meteor shower gone wrong happens on the news. Ms. Smithers, who is pregnant is wiping her tears away while her wife Mrs. Smithers look on with concern.

Replicant Korvo: voiceover Thank our Shlorpian Gods for our happiness…

Mrs. Smithers: Honey, are you okay?

Ms. Smithers sighs. Then, a loud kaboom is heard as the wives take shelter.

Mrs. Smithers: Come on honey!

Ms. Smithers starts crying as she runs with her wife. Then, the wives lock the door as Mrs. Smithers hold her wife close. Then, the meteor shower ended as it shows colorful fragmnets that fly to the sky. The humans watch in awe and wonder as they look up at the sky and watch the fragments fly away. The scene then cuts back to Shlorp where Replicant Korvo takes a deep breath and stays calm as he looks around the destruction. Replicant Janiz smiles at her brother.

Replicant Janiz: I'm proud of you.

Replicant Korvo smiles at his sister.

Replicant Korvo: Janiz? Does daddy hate us?

Replicant Janiz: Yes… but at least you have me…. You are so brave… just remember one thing. True bravery come from the heart and from the people who stands by. Just remember, when you’re facing something big, you are not alone when you stand with others… never forget that…

Replicant Korvo smiles.

Replicant Korvo: Thank our Shlorpian God for Utopia…

Cut to 7 years later…

Korvo: voiceover And thank our Shlorpian Gods for our freedom…

Korvo walks into his study room as he studies a unique definition of the crystal. Then, Janiz bust in here.

Janiz: Korvo! You're replicant has just been born!

Korvo gasp as he drops his tools. Then, he rushes over to the nursery. We then cut to the nursery. Korvo rushes in as he looks around, and then hears a sound of an infant crying. We see a baby Yumyulack crying. Korvo gasp in joy as he rushes and sees his sproutling getting wrapped in a blanket and placed in a chamber. Korvo cries with happiness as Grant and Barry sees him and hands baby Yumyulack to him.

Grant: Here's your son, pal.

Korvo gasp in joy as baby Yumyulack continues crying and gets hand over as Korvo sheds tears of joy.

Korvo: Hey there. I'm your daddy.

Baby Yumyulack continues weeping as Korvo began to hold his baby close and starts soothing him.

Korvo: Sssh. It's okay. You're safe with me.

Baby Yumyulack calms down as he coos and feels Korvo’s heartbeat for the first time. Then, Janiz comes in as she smiles and walks over to her brother with Kimber.

Kimber: Oh, your sproutling looks so adorable, Korvo.

Korvo: I know...I'll love him forever...

Janiz: Oh my gosh! I can’t believe I’m an aunt! looks at baby Yumyulack and tickles his chin softly Hey there honey… I’m your aunt Janiz…

Baby Yumyulack giggles and coos as he touches Janiz's face.

Janiz: D’aw…

Kimber: I'm proud of you, Korvo. And you too Janiz.

Janiz: blushes Thanks.

Korvo then soothes baby Yumyulack as he coos and the three walk out of the nursery. Yumyulack coos as he reaches out to touch Korvo's face.

Baby Yumyulack: coos as he touches Korvo’s face while Korvo smiles in tears

Korvo: I'm gonna call you Yumyulack.

Baby Yumyulack yawns as he falls asleep as Korvo holds him close safely.

Kimber: He's so cute!

Janiz: I know… our little Yumyulack…

Korvo: Welcome to Shlorp, Yumyulack…

Then, he passes by Terry.

Terry: Oh hey.

Korvo: Hi.

Terry blushes as he looks at Korvo, whose skin looks like it's shimmering. Korvo then watches as Terry leaves and then feels something as a heartbeat is heard and romantic music is heard. Korvo then heads to walking back while holding baby Yumyulack. The scene then cuts to a nursery where another baby cries is heard and Terry comes in.

Terry: WHERE ARE THEY?! WHERE'S MY BABY!

He then gasp upon seeing something as the baby cries are replaced with a calm cooing sound.

Terry: Hey there, little buddy. I'm your daddy!

We then see a baby Jesse cooing as she smiles with her eyes close. Terry smiles and picks her up. Baby Jesse then opens her eyes for the first time as she coos and smiles. Terry laughs.

Terry: sheds tears of joy She’s perfect…

Baby Jesse giggles.

Terry: I’ll call you Jessica… little Jessica…

Baby Jesse coos as she touches Terry's face

Terry: Aw little Jesse…

But then baby Jesse starts crying. Terry gasps.

Terry: Aw no… oh… baby…. Oh…

Terry then comforts and soothes baby Jesse as she continues crying.

Terry: Sssh...sssh...it's okay

Baby Jesse whimpers as she looks up at Terry who starts to take her home as he continues soothing her.

Terry: It's okay. This is your new home. Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I'm here.

Baby Jesse squeaks a little as she looks at Terry tearfully then he whistles her a lullaby. Baby Jesse then coos as she falls asleep.

Terry: shedding tears of joy Welcome to Shlorp Jesse-bear…

A couple of years later...

The spaceship has landed as people gasp.

Korvo: NOBODY FUCKING MOVE! WE'RE TAKING THIS FUCKING PLANET HOSTAGE!

Kevin: What the fuck?…. are those aliens…

Miss Frankie came by and groans.

Miss Frankie: You’ve gotta be fucking joking…

Terry: I-It's okay! We come in peace.

Korvo: Damn it, he’s such a dweeb. takes a deep breath Nevermind, we’re just looking for a place to live.

Moving Saleswoman: Oh, why don’t live in this house where your ship landed?

Debbie: Well, hey there, neighbor.

Jesse: Can we live in this house Korvo? Please?

Korvo: Ugh, fine...

Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse: Yeah!

Korvo sighs as he rolls his eyes. Korvo then looks at Terry and smiles a little while blushing.

Cue the movie title…

Solar Opposites: Mighty Solars The Movie

[sahsalart]

BEHOLD THE KENNEDY TWINS, PARKER AND BINNA :D

The fraternal twins have a finalized design after months of pulling shit out my ass lol. Sometimes I get lazy sorry.

I feel like out of all the characters from the Resident Evil franchise, Leon having fraternal boy and girl twins just makes so much sense. I just know this man wouldn’t be ready to have a baby but ends up getting Eunjoo (my OC) pregnant and she wants to keep it, and after panicking for long while Leon’s just like “oh well it’s 1 baby it can’t be that bad—“ BOOM 2 BABIES!! I love it. And not just for my OC, I think fraternal twins suits Leon in general for any other characters he’s shipped with. That being said, I did my best to replicate both genes of the parents. Binna being darker-skinned but has Leon’s hair color and eyes. Her facial structure represents more of her mother by having a wider nose and rounded face. Then Parker having fairer skin but with his mother’s textured hair and eyes. His facial structure definitely takes on more of Leon with his slender nose and sharp features.

The twins were born on April 2nd, 2008. Making Eunjoo just under 25 and Leon 31. Parker is older by 2 minutes, Binna is the baby. Leon named Parker, Eunjoo named Binna. Then they it switched for their middle names. Binna (빛나) is a Korean name, meaning “to shine”. Aury is a Latin name commonly used around the Caribbean and means “Gold”. Joon (준) is also a korean name, meaning “ruler, talented, handsome”. Around the age they are in the illustration, they are in recruitment for training to be agents like their parents. Although both parents are against them going towards the line of field they work with.

I’ll eventually put out a lot more info for them when I do their individual character sheets, but feel free to ask questions or just tell me what you think about them!

[freckliedan]

praying for phil’s oenis in this time bc christ if WE are affected i can’t even imagine what it’s like for him… dan in his clothes really is just so fucking diabolical AND the fact he bought him those shorts. this whole thing is phoreplay i think. and i also think well dan will not be able to wear those shorts or nay any shorts for a little while in the near future lest we all be able to get an accurate replication of phil’s dental record from his thighs. as your great mind once said. god my head is spinning I NEED TO GET HER PREGNANT

do you ever think that intentionally driving the internet crazy with lust over dan '"lesbian sex symbol" howell knowing that at the end of the day he's phil's is something that like um really does it for both of them. but specifically phil. like.

anyways i can't think about that for too long. yeah it's definitely foreplay most things are with them. i'm literally right there with you i need to [deeply redacted details] & leave her with child.

also i have to confess: the dental record phrase is something i stole from a dear friend of mine who i am absolutely not going to tag on this post. bc he's does not and will not care abt two british men due to being welsh.

[overtaken-stream]

Been thinking about Nozomi as a husband and a dad lately

He’s the epitome of a girl dad—the kind who always wakes up first at the faintest cry crackling through the baby monitor. Without hesitation, he slips out of bed, moving swiftly to the nursery so you can cling to the precious sleep you so desperately need. Even if the crying does manage to rouse you, his nerves fray instantly, and he apologizes profusely while cradling the baby, no matter how many times you reassure him it’s okay. It doesn’t matter that he has work in the morning; sleep has never been his priority. “You need it more than I do,” he insists, his voice soft but firm.

As your daughter grows from a tiny infant into a spirited toddler, her resemblance to him becomes unmistakable. She inherits his quiet nature, his calm demeanor—or as calm as a toddler can be, at least. Yet, she’s also a little adventurer, brimming with energy and curiosity, her tiny hands and legs eager to explore the world around her. She’s cautious, though, especially around things she knows could hurt her, thanks to the countless warnings from you and Nozomi, even though the house is already baby-proofed. You assume it's his genes as you watch her navigate the world around her with a careful boldness that mirrors his.

Every evening, when he returns from work, the sound of the door unlocking sends her tiny feet racing across the floor. She greets him with gleeful giggles and breathless, hushed calls of “Otou-san” as she collides with his legs—or his chest, if he manages to crouch down in time. The sight of him scooping her up, his fairy princess, and pressing a kiss to her rosy cheek never fails to make your heart skip a beat. It’s in these moments, as you watch the two of them together, that the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly, a reminder of just how deeply you love this little family you’ve built.

No matter how calm or responsible your daughter is, she’s still a whirlwind of energy, a constant demand of your time and attention. You both love her fiercely, but not enough to make you abandon the passions that define you or the years you’ve spent hunched over books, chasing success. It fills you with a quiet pride to know how fortunate you’ve been with him—not every family is like yours, balanced and free. You know better than anyone the sacrifices women often make to become mothers, and it seems Date understood that too. He never objected to your determination to keep working until you were almost 8 months pregnant and then, when it meant sacrificing those precious couple hours of sleep after the birth. Instead, he stood by you, a steady presence in the chaos emitting warmth like no other.

He’s the one who packs her lunch for school, scrolling through the internet for adorable bento designs to replicate, his large hands carefully arranging rice and vegetables into whimsical shapes. In return, you leave dinner prepared for him to warm up before you leave for work, a small but meaningful exchange of care. Date is also the one who bathes her, the sound of her giggles echoing through the bathroom as he washes her with a pink sparkly bath bomb filled water, He’s the one who reads her bedtime stories, his deep, soothing voice lulling her to sleep as she clutches her favorite stuffed animal. And when the house finally falls silent, he’s the one who climbs into your shared bed alone, drifting off to sleep, only to wake up in the morning to your warmth, your arms wrapped around him, whether you’re spooning him from behind or nestled against his chest. His every morning starts with his lips meeting your forehead.

Somehow, he never seems tired. When you ask him how he manages it, he simply shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. “I can’t get tired of doing something I love,” he says, as if it’s the simplest truth in the world. And maybe it is. For him, this life—the early mornings, coaching, the late nights, the endless little tasks home—isn’t a burden. It’s a labor of love, a testament to the family you’ve built together. And in those quiet moments, when you watch him with her or feel his steady breathing beside you in bed, you’re reminded all over again just how lucky you are.

His experience as a youth coach proves invaluable more times than you can count. If you didn’t know better, you might even feel a flicker of insecurity about your own motherly skills when compared to his natural ease and patience. But instead, you find yourself appreciating him more than he could ever imagine. He’s not just a partner; he’s a pillar, steady and unwavering, and you’re endlessly grateful for the balance he brings to your lives. There's no guilt present when he looks at you and the baby you both created with loving eyes.

He doesn’t force the sport he dedicated his life on your daughter—it’s something that unfolds naturally, like the way she grows taller or her curiosity blossoms. When she asks questions about the things he’s watching, he answers honestly, explaining that he’s checking the team’s progress or analyzing a football match to evaluate the defenders. If her interest deepens, he doesn’t hesitate to teach her the basics, his voice patient and encouraging as he demonstrates how to dribble or pass in your backyard. On the rare days off, he insists you join them, and you find yourself smiling as you watch the two of them together, their shared focus and laughter filling the air.

Your daughter is his mirror, every part of Date you fell in love with reflected in her—from the way she tilts her head when she’s thinking to the way her eyes light up when she’s excited, despite her expression remaining unchanged. She’s him, through and through, from the top of her head to the tips of her tippy tiny toes. And though she looks so much like him, it only makes your heart swell with pride and joy. You couldn’t be happier, knowing that every part you fell in love with in Date exists in her, not just in her features but in her spirit, her curiosity, and her quiet determination.

Once upon a time, when Fukuda (effectionately nicknamed "Tatsu-ji Chan" by your kid) came over for her birthday party, a bit later than expected, he said that she's the best of you and Nozomi both, the slice of her chocolate birthday cake on his fork.

You couldn't agree more.

[which-hospital]

People Casualty upset in its first two years, based on the papers:

1.) Edwina Currie.

When I see people complaining that modern Casualty has ‘gone woke’, I think “close enough, welcome back Edwina Currie” - the issue seems to have been with the political bias, which Unwin and Brock denied at the time and have since admitted was very obviously present, and with Baz having sex and taking amphetamines in Professionals because it portrayed NHS staff negatively or whatever.

(though people did defend it)

(“Yes, Mrs Currie, drama not documentary.” how I feel when people on Twitter criticise Casualty for not being perfectly accurate to real life)

2.) Ambulancemen (ah, the 80s) who presumably don’t cheat on their wives.

They don’t talk about the paramedics specifically at any point but in my heart Sandra is “uncaring and disinterested towards patients” and Andy is “intolerant and abusive in his handling of the general public”.

3.) People who struggled to get their head around the idea of an episode about the negative affects of alcohol ending with the staff getting drunk at a party.

I don’t care enough to comment but I thought it worked well and enjoy the party scene a lot.

4.) Sunderland.

This one I kind of get. If they introduced a character from my (post-industrial wasteland) town and had her say “the whole of the Black Country is a wasteland” I think I’d have mixed opinions cause… most of it is, and that is how most people under a certain age talk about it, but I can see why someone writing it into a show (and one set in the South) would be annoying too.

5.) Taxi Drivers.

I think it’s harsh to accuse Casualty of being responsible for this but I also think it’s a funny accusation to throw at them at the same time they were getting every other accusation thrown at them.

6.) People concerned about Baz making everyone want to have unprotected sex?

This one… I guess it’s coming from a good place but at the time of this being written there was nothing to imply Baz wasn’t using protection (later in the series she gets pregnant, so… but this is a month before that!) and the idea that people see something on TV and immediately mindlessly replicate it is the kind of take you see on Twitter these days. ALSO, I don’t feel like Baz was having that much casual sex??

Also, a lot of the controversy for S1 happened around early November, in the week leading up to Moonlight Becomes You. I didn’t include it because it’s pretty repetitive but a lot of people were clearly divided over whether Baz being portrayed having casual sex a colleague (can I point out WITH CHARLIE, none of them are concerned with what he’s up to apparently it’s all on Baz) was good representation. I just think it’s very funny to imagine the writers being like “oh, you guys didn’t like the single doctor and single nurse getting together… you guys didn’t like that 👀 BRING ON THE PARAMEDICS!!!!!”

Also, I didn’t screenshot it and I wish I had but one of them said Baz “spent more time in bed than her patients” and it made me laugh, not because it was funny but because I know that if someone posted “Jodie spends more time in bed than the patients” on here during Storm Damage… it would have honestly been one of the tamest things I saw people say about her.

Also, also, I can’t be bothered to post about it right now but it’s interesting: even though I am not exactly a massive believer of the “Sandra’s death saved Casualty” thing, there’s a real noticeable tone shift in how the papers talked about Casualty after Cry for Help aired. From generally negative before to generally positive after.