#that we’re actually infertile

[sukirichi]

After reading chapter 17 *contains spoilers for non readers of dtd*. It made me imagine of y/n also interacting with a small child moments while rin is watching at the distance. But instead of a baby, it's a kid. Imagine the kid being curious and straight forward asking "Your Highness, why are you here? Aren't people only going here because they can't have a child?".

and Y/N response "I've always wanted one, but sadly I don't think I can give one."

gasp omg the children at the orphanage would be so confused too 🥹 the kid probably asks too, “the missus said we’re all looking for a family here. did you come here because you don’t have one too?” and its just !!

“sadly i don’t think i can give one.” and she sounds so defeated over it too :( anon, this ask broke my heart in a good way, i’m deep in my feels 😔

[icehaus]

you’d think me using the term “fear-mongering” would be enough to let you know i don’t take the topic of “low birth rates” seriously but this is the piss on the poor website after all… anyway all i’m saying is if ppl actually cared about the matter they’d put their money where their mouth is and started pouring it into research into fertility affecting disorders but it’s obvious all they actually care about is using it as an argument to further their political agendas

with all the fear-mongering surrounding low birth rates you’d think scientists would be scrambling to find a cure for endometriosis pcos and other such disorders. and yet

[sneakyboymerlin]

It’s a shame that the core four’s ages are never confirmed in canon. Arthur’s age is the best we get, and even then, it’s not that simple.

The dragon was captured exactly 20 years before Merlin came to Camelot. This means that Arthur is certainly over the age of 20 in 1x01. I’d argue that he should be over the age of 21 if the Purge had not only been going on for some time, but had already progressed into Kilgharrah’s capture by that point 20yrs prior.

If we take each episode as ~1 month (making each season ~1 year long), then Arthur’s birthday being in 1x09 would indicate about 9 months’ difference from 1x01, meaning that — if Arthur is 20 here — he was born only 3 months prior to the dragon’s capture.

This would mean that it only took 3 months for Uther to 1) wage his war, 2) escalate it so severely that Balinor summoned Kilgharrah to make peace with Uther, and 3) manage to capture Kilgharrah in chains specially designed to keep a dragon. This is incredibly unlikely.

I propose that Arthur is actually 21 in 1x01, giving Uther ~1 year and 3 months to wage war and orchestrate Kilgharrah’s capture.

From there, we can guesstimate Merlin’s age, since his birth is a direct result of this event. 20 years prior to 1x01 is when the dragon was captured, and so too was Merlin’s father. Then, he would have spent a period of at least a few months or 1+ years in Ealdor (long enough for him to fall in love with Hunith, and enough to never love another woman like that ever again). Then, he left Ealdor before he could discover Hunith’s pregnancy (i.e. she was not showing).

Accounting for the time Balinor spent in captivity, then the time spent in Ealdor, and of course the 9 months of pregnancy (which would have had some overlap, but small enough that Hunith was not showing), we get a period of at least one year, possibly even 2 years, after the dragon’s capture (again, exactly 20 years before the events of 1x01).

Subtracting 1 year, or 2, or whichever number we decide is most realistic from that 20 year figure, Merlin could be any of a wide range of ages in 1x01. At the oldest, he is a little over 1 year younger than Arthur (21 - 1.5 = 19.5). The youngest he could be is ~16 (based on appearances and relative age, since the numbers alone don’t place a limit on his minimum age) but it’s safe to say he’s at least 17 when he leaves Ealdor. So, 18 or 18 and a half would make for a functional average.

There is little to go off of for the Smiths, but Gwen is likely to be somewhere right between Merlin and Arthur’s ages since she has romantic plot-lines with both. She is likely ~19 in 1x01, older or younger depending on which figures we’re using. Elyan is implied to be younger than Gwen in 5x06 (when he says that Gwen “practically raised [him]”), so he may be Merlin’s age or younger. Only tangentially related, but Gwen says in 3x07 that it’s been 4 years since Elyan left. This places his departure ~6 months prior to 1x01.

As for Morgana, her age is dependent on when Uther slept with Morgana’s mother. Gorlois was off in battle when this happened, so it may have been post-Purge. However, because Morgana’s magic is an inherited trait (as it is with her sister, Morgause) and she and Morgause have the same mother but not the same father, this makes the magic a matrilineal trait in their family. It is highly unlikely that Morgana’s mother — a woman with innate magic — would have slept with Uther during the Purge. It was likely pre-Purge, and at least a year before Arthur’s birth.

Furthering the latter possibility, Uther having a child out of wedlock would be the evidence he needs to confirm the reason he has no child with his own wife (only his best friend’s wife): Ygraine is the infertile one. (Uther, on the other hand, is a little too fertile for his own good).

Compiling the timelines of these events, with enough time passing for the conception of Morgana to be realized, enough time for Gaius to persuade Nimueh to help Uther and Ygraine conceive, and enough time for Ygraine to complete a full 9 month pregnancy, we’re looking at a minimum of ~1 year and a half, but probably 2+ years if Uther and Ygraine looked into other (ineffective but time-consuming) fertility options first (via Gaius?).

Therefore, Arthur and Morgana might have a good 2 years between them. If Arthur is 21 in 1x01, then Morgana is probably ~23.

So my best guesses for 1x01 ages are:

Morgana: 22-23

Arthur: 21

Gwen: 19-20

Merlin: 18-19

Elyan: 16-18

[vigilskeep]

do you have any opinions/speculations about the potential for a succession crisis in ferelden? ik depending on worldstate there may have already been a mac tir and/or cousland holding the throne without incident for the past 10+ years w the last living theirin dead/frolicking through a field of flowers, but breaking hundreds of years of precedent like that does seem like it could kick up some instability, even if it was offscreen? and obviously even if alistair is king his womb is barren, so like, what gives.

oh i mean we’re definitely extremely fucked and there are no good options!

the theirin line is done for, for a start. even if the sole remaining one does become king, he’s a bastard with bad chances of having a child at all. his two known possible queens are a fellow warden—making the chances of conceiving even worse! near impossible, in his own words—and anora mac tir, who never managed it with her non-warden husband, and regardless of whether or not she is actually infertile as is rumoured, seems to be actively avoiding even trying, based on loghain dialogue if she marries cousland and her unwillingness to marry at all if she becomes sole queen

since anora and alistair are both unlikely to have children either alone or together, and a cousland spouse only lessens the chances for both of them, and those are... all our options... yes we will see a succession crisis in ferelden. it’s not a maybe. if anora and/or alistair clearly declare a chosen heir before their deaths we might be able to avoid it being an open conflict but whoever they choose will definitely suffer for lack of legitimacy

assuming no royal children, the only obvious contenders for the throne are teagan guerrin and fergus cousland, and any heirs thereof. both are alive in any worldstate

the guerrins are closely related to the royal family—cailan’s mother was the elder sister of eamon and teagan—and widely respected. alistair actually suggests passing the throne to eamon in dao, and he usually has a pretty good read for what’s reasonable. i don’t think this is a bad idea. on the other hand, teagan spent his youth in the free marches, and is headstrong and not particularly politically gifted. there’s also the question of his own marriage and heirs; since the epilogue slides aren’t canon, there’s no need to accept the one where he inexplicably marries what very much seemed in game to be an underage girl, but he definitely can lose his heart to a warden of any origin in like two conversations, and all in all you’d want him settled with an acceptable queen before we could take this seriously. otherwise we’ll just have another crisis about that. i mean, one hopes he’s married and a father already by dai for this to be anything. his free marcher connections might be a boon here bc i’d like ferelden to marry into them more

the couslands are second only to the royal family, and it was suggested by some even back during ferelden’s rebellion against orlais that bryce cousland should take the throne instead of the theirins. his son would certainly be an acceptable contender. fergus may not have any living children, but he has at least proved he’s capable of having children, which is somehow as good as it gets around here. he is trained as a capable leader and ruler, is very fereldan, and maintains good diplomatic relations with factions like the inquisition. the downside to this is that it alters the political makeup of ferelden quite a bit, in that the couslands have kind of survived as the only remaining family of such power by not trying for the throne. their rule would be even more absolute than the theirins because there would be no teyrns left at all to contend with it. someone like anora in particular would be very aware of this and also simply of how dangerous it is to promise ferelden’s future to him before her death. suddenly everyone would look to the couslands as the future and not to her

there aren’t many other options that we know of at this time. there’s alistair’s kieran, but i don’t take that seriously, morrigan would never allow it and a bastard’s apostate bastard raised half in the orlesian royal court is several steps too far. if connor guerrin lives and leliana is divine, assuming the ending of the circle of magi means that mages can hold titles now, he could be a possibility

it isn’t completely impossible for anora or alistair to have children, of course. if sole king alistair actually got around to marrying at some point, that’s probably the best chance for it out of the landsmeet options?

[notjustjavierpena]

The idea of javier and reader being a baby making factory is so 🤪🤪

Trying (Drabble)

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A/N: Actually! My idea of them is that they don’t do super well with their attempts at starting/expanding the family. Which is why I think that they accidentally made Sebastian; they didn’t think they were super fertile and got a lil sloppy. It has always taken a good chunk of time to get reader pregnant during the times they were actively trying but fate often has it that when you stop focusing on it, it becomes easy.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Word count: 500 words

Tags: Not explicit thoughts of infertility, trying for a bebe, soft!javi, the inherent suffering of being a person who has a womb, angst, hurt/comfort

Trying

“One line again,” you say quietly and try to hide your voice trembling as Javier leans against the bathroom sink. He reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, letting out a frustrated sigh as the reality of not being lucky this time around either sets in. You shift on the toilet seat, “Really thought this was it this time.”

It’s been four months now without any luck.

“It’ll happen, baby,” he says without sounding overly optimistic. In fact, he sounds like he is in doubt, on the verge of giving up, and the tone of his voice makes you rise from your seat without a word. You twirl the pregnancy test in your hands for a brief moment before aggressively, and with exasperation, throwing it into the sink and pushing past your husband.

You start to cry the second that he cannot see you anymore. It’s big, heavy, and self-pitying tears that are accompanied by sobs as you walk into the kitchen with fast steps. You place both your palms on the counter, not caring about not having washed them yet, feeling stupid for being in this stupid house with two stupid spare bedrooms that you can’t help seeing as stupid nurseries.

Behind you, Javier says your name so softly that you heave for breath. You can only stammer your response, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Javier asks. You hear him come up behind you, so you turn to face him. Your face is tear-streaked, nose as well as mouth are puffy and red.

“The one thing my body is supposed to be good at doing and it’s not working. Probably won’t even be a good mom either,” your sniffles are filled with frustration, a fresh teardrop escaping as you tear yourself down in front of him.

“No, no, baby, no,” Javier shakes his head, tuts gently, and moves to cup your teary face. He wipes a few drops away with his thumbs, and you help by catching a few that threaten to drip off your chin, “It’ll happen. Think about how happy that’ll make us.”

“And if it doesn’t?” You know it’s a worst-case scenario, but admittedly it would be easier if people would only just talk about the struggles of getting pregnant. There is never talk about it not being a bed of roses, that it takes time for some couples. It’s always so fucking romantic and whoopsies, we’re having a baby.

“It will,” he stresses, holding your gaze while smiling gently, “Pero sí no, then we’ll figure it out. Maybe we’ll have our own Olivia like Connie and Steve.”

“Okay,” you reach up to hold onto his wrists, closing your eyes to steady your mind. He rests his forehead against yours.

“Okay,” he repeats, “And you’ll be the greatest momma in the world.”

You chuckle whilst still having tears in your eyes, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he chuckles too, “Now I think we need to wash your pee fingers.”

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[unknowntoyou2205]

Set fire to the rain

Info: Y/n Hermann had married Kelly 4 years ago and now there trying to take their relationship to the next step. Now trying for a baby they struggle with how long it takes, and they fear they may never bare their own child.

Relationship: Kelly Severide x Hermann daughter

Warnings: Pregnancy struggles, mentions of infertility

Masterlist

Y/n sighed as she stared down at the white stick in her hand. Another negative. Y/n and her husband Kelly had been trying to start a family, the next step in their relationship after marrying 4 years ago. They had meet via y/n's father Hermann, and they had instantly met it off. Y/n worked as a receptionist in the fire department and that was where Kelly first seen y/n. He had voiced his interest on the than 24 year old but had soon be shut down when Hermann told him that she was his daughter. It was actually y/n who started the relationship, by asking Kelly out for drinks, where Kelly than fell for her.

The two had dated for 4 years before Kelly popped the question. Now the two were ready to start the next chapter in their lives, but it was proving to be more difficult than they thought.

Y/n looked up at Kelly to see his eyes red as he tried not to cry. Wanting to comfort her husband, she pulled away from him before getting up and standing in front of him, pulling him into a hug. Kelly wrapped his arms around her waist as the two held each other, letting their frustrations out. Trying to get pregnant wasn’t easy, which felt ironic with all the time before marriage they tried to prevent an unplanned pregnancy. Kelly was always unsure of if he wanted kids, he didn’t exactly have a role model of a father to look up to, but that changed when y/n would often rope him into watching her siblings with her. Y/n had always smiled watching Kelly with her kid siblings, dreaming of the day they had their own.

“No luck.” Kelly voiced, eyeing his wife as she walked back out of the bathroom with the stick in hand.

“No.” Y/n spoke, tears filling her eyes as Kelly sighed in disappointment. “I’m sorry.” She stated, looking down as she sat beside him on the bed.

“Hey, why are you sorry. It’s not your fault.” Kelly stated, throwing an arm over her shoulder before kissing her head and leaning against her.

“But what if it is. What if I can’t have kids. Kelly all I’ve ever wanted was to be a mom but now..”

“Hey, it’ll happen. We’ll have our little one.” Kelly spoke, wrapping both arms around her, pulling her towards him.

Y/n sighed as she leaned on her husband’s chest.

“It’s been nearly a year Kel, maybe it’s not meant to be.” Y/n spoke, allowing a few tears to shed.

“I know.” Kelly sighed, bringing a hand up to wipe his eyes.

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“Maybe we should explore other options, get help, support.” Kelly spoke after a few minutes of them being silent in each other’s presence.

“Like adoption?” Y/n asked as they pulled away, playing with Kelly’s hair.

“I was thinking of going to a fertility clinic. But if you want to go down adoption I’m all for that.” Kelly smiled weakly, kneading his thumb into y/n’s waist as he held them.

“I always wanted a child of my own, but I also always thought it would be easy to happen.” Y/n explained, looking Kelly in the eye.

“I know it’s not easy to go down that route, but we’re both exhausted y/n. We’ve been trying for so long, let’s take a break, spend time on us, organize a meeting with someone. See how it goes.” Kelly spoke, leaning his forehead on hers.

“Yea.” Y/n sighed, allowing Kelly to peck her lips.

“Come on, let’s head to work.” Kelly sighed, patting her sides before gently pushing her away from him as he stood up.

“Lonely bed tonight.” Y/n sighed in mock disappointment.

“Hey, at least your bed is comfy. Single beds are not great for a married man who’s used to his wife by his side.” Kelly smirked, pulling y/n to his side after grabbing his duffel bag.

“Seemed pretty comfy to me that one time.” Y/n smirked as she teased her husband with a wink.

“Behave.” Kelly scolded her, elbowing her away from him as they made their way to the front door.

Y/n stretched as she sat up from her desk two weeks later. Kelly and her were finishing work early to get out to meet the fertility clinic. The plan was to have their first consult, and the couple would go through an examination each to see where they were. They had chosen to keep their plans to themselves, not wanting Kelly’s co- workers to ask too many questions. There had been teasing among them when Kelly said they were leaving early, and Hermann had badgered his daughter, asking her what was going on. He had seen how tired the two were, and worried about the two, having started seeing Kelly as an extra son when he started dating his daughter.

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“You’d tell me if there was something wrong, right?” He had asked y/n when she entered the kitchen for a coffee that morning.

“Dad, stop worrying. Everything is A okay.” Y/n smiled, kissing her father’s cheek.

“You look tired.” He noted, eyeing her weary eyes.

“I’m not a morning person, you should know that.”  Y/n smirked over her mug before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Uhuh.” Hermann sighed, taking the mug from y/n to set it down before pulling her into a hug, y/n meeting Kelly’s eyes over her father’s shoulder.

Kelly meet y/n at the cock pit of 51, leaning against squad’s truck as he looked out. Y/n had laughed a little at the sight, remembering all the times they had spent kidding behind that truck when they first started dating. Kelly pulled her into a hug as she got in front of him, before taking her bag from her as they walked to y/n’s car. It was silent as they drove to the clinic. Y/n and Kelly had a habit of playing with their rings when they were nervous, and if anyone seen them copying each other in the waiting room, they surely would of laughed.

The meeting was short, with the nurse explaining what was going to happen and the steps that may be possible. She explained that with y/n being a young, healthy woman, IVF was a possible choice. The couple were soon brought to separate rooms for their physical, and then it was a waiting game. Y/n was a nervous wreck for the week long wait, and the duo became quiet around everyone, worrying them to no end. But than their meeting came around, and Kelly and y/n held hands as they waited in the office for their doctor to sit down, file in hand.

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“Mr and Mrs Severide, how are you both feeling?” The doctor smiled at them, seeing how nervous they are.

“Anxious to know our results.” Y/n spoke, looking at Kelly before looking at the woman in front of them.

“Well I’m happy to confirm that I am happy with the way you both are. Kelly your sperm quantity and hormone levels are up to the standard for fertilization. Y/n, your egg quality and quantity seem normal for a woman your age, your hormone levels are good, ultrasound and x- ray came back clear. You are both healthy individuals. A perfect candidate for IVF treatment.” The doctor smiled and the couple looked at each other, a watery smile on their faces.

“If everything is how they are expected, why aren’t we able to conceive ourselves?” Y/n asked, disheartened at the news.

“Sometimes there is no explanation to why someone can’t conceive naturally. But there is no shame in not being able to. Y/n, you are a healthy individual, and sometimes the body just needs a helping hand, and that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you y/n, just because you struggle to conceive.” The doctor smiled sadly, and Kelly squeezed her hand with a soft smile.

“What happens now?” Kelly asked.

“I’m not going to lie. The next few weeks are going to be tough, there may be some disappointments along the way. Y/n will go through a series of treatments to prepare her body for the extraction of her eggs. From there we will fertilize them. Once we know how many fertilized, we can then go through the process of embedding the egg into y/n’s womb, from there it’s a waiting game.” The doctor explained, and y/n looked at Kelly.

“What are the chances of this working?” Y/n asked.

“Unfortunately I cannot give a definite answer to that. Everyone is different. And it’s important that you don’t compare yourself to other people’s experience. Focus on your own, how many rounds you do is up to you. We go at your pace.”

“Okay, when can we start?” Y/n breathed, and Kelly smiled as he wrapped an arm over her shoulder.

The following few months were tiring. Y/n would take her injections, but with her fear of needles, Kelly would help her with them. During work, y/n would go into Kelly’s office and he would keep her injections in a mini fridge in his office. The daily injections were daunting, but it became apart of their routine, and the results were what they thought of, even with the discomfort of y/n’s abdomen.

Y/n sighed and looked around to see the firemen that surrounded them before nodding her head for her dad to follow her, which he did. She didn’t say anything till they got to Kelly’s office, and she opened the door, letting her father in first before closing it behind them. Kelly looked up in confusion at the father daughter duo.

“Hey y/n, you ok?” Hermann asked his daughter one day as she held her stomach slightly.

“Yea dad I’m fine.” Y/n stated, getting a glass of water.

“Are you in pain, I can get Brett to look you over if you like.”

“No dad, it’s fine, stop worrying.” Y/n sighed, getting annoyed.

“What’s up with you lately? Your not yourself lately.”

“Dad..”

“No y/n, please talk to me. I’m your father, it’s my job to look out for you. Is there something going on between you and Kelly because..”

“Oh my God dad stop. Me and Kelly are fine. It’s just..”

“What is it?” Hermann asked softly, placing a hand on y/n’s shoulder.

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“What’s going on?” Kelly asked, looking between the two.

“We have to tell him Kelly, he’s annoying me with his pestering.” Y/n sighed, looking at her husband while hearing Hermann mutter.

“Sorry for caring about my daughter.” Hermann muttered, and y/n smiled slightly as she kissed his cheek before sitting on Kelly’s bed.

“Come sit.” Y/n smiled, patting the space beside her.

“What you have to tell me?” Hermann asked softly, looking between his daughter and son in law.

“Y/n and I have some news. But don’t over react about it.” Kelly stated, and gave Hermann a look as he went to object.

“Fine.” Hermann said, shaking his head slightly.

“Kelly and I, we’re ready to take the next step in our relationship.” Y/n spoke, looking at her father as he made a look of slight disgust, “But it’s been hard.” She looked at Kelly to continue.

“We weren’t able to get pregnant naturally, so we decided to get some advice. We went through some tests and went through our options.” Kelly stated.

“We’re going through IVF at the minute.” Y/n spoke, and Hermann looked at y/n.

“Oh sweetie, why didn’t you tell me or your mum.” Hermann spoke, placing an arm around his daughter.

“It’s been hard dad. Every negative test made us feel like something was wrong. And it was so hard to accept that it wasn’t going to happen ourselves. I didn’t want to admit that.” Y/n spoke, and Hermann sighed, bringing y/n into a hug.

“So, what’s happening now?” Hermann asked, still holding his daughter in his arms.

“At the minute y/n’s taking injections, than when the course if finished hopefully, with some examinations, she’ll be ready for egg extraction. They’ll fertilize her eggs and then we find out how many eggs we have. Hopefully.” Kelly added at the end.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just being here is enough dad.” Y/n spoke, feeling Hermann kiss her head.

“I’m here for you, for both of you.” Hermann spoke, reaching over y/n’s head to put a hand on Kelly’s shoulder.

“Thanks Hermann.” Kelly smiled.

A few months later y/n had gone through her extraction and was on her way to the center. She had received a call yesterday that 4 out of 10 of her eggs had fertilized, and once she hit ovulation they would implant it in her uterus to see if it would stick. Kelly was beside her, holding her hand as they drove to the center. They had booked the two days off work so y/n had no stress.

Kelly sat in the waiting room while y/n went through her implantation. He couldn’t stop fiddling with his ring, even after the doctor told him he could go in. He tried not to laugh at y/n’s grogginess, seeing her sleepy state made her smile. He kissed her head before holding her hand, listening as the doctor explained how the next few weeks would go. There would be a 14 day wait before they would know if they fertilized embryo stuck. She advised them not to take an at home pregnancy test before sending them home, telling y/n to relax and not stress too much.

The 14 days flew by, and the day of the test came by, with y/n feeling anxious. She held a tight grip on Kelly’s hand as she got her blood drawn, and then the waiting begun. Squad were on call when y/n received the call, and her father was sitting beside her at her desk when her phone rang.

“Hello?” “It is.” “Okay.” “uhuh” “okay” “Thank you.”

“What is it?” Hermann asked her daughter, seeing the look on her face.

“It’s the clinic.” Y/n stated, and Hermann sat up straight as he looked around.

“I’m here for you.” He stated when he seen no one around, taking y/n’s hand and rubbing his thumb against her knuckles.

Y/n’s controlled voice did nothing to control Hermanns nerves. She tightened the grip on his hand as the call went on, and he dreaded the worse. During the call he had heard squad pulling back in, and Kelly soon arrived at the door. Seeing his father in law holding his wife’s hand, he raised a brow, but held his breath when he seen y/n on the phone.

Y/n looked down as she hung up the phone, before looking up, her eyes on Kelly. Kelly couldn’t read her face as she walked away from her father and towards him. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her cheek when he felt her shake.

“Shh.” He comforted her, thinking it was bad news as Hermann looked down.

“Better get used to being called daddy.” Y/n mumbled in his ear, and Kelly froze.

“Are you??” He asked, pulling away from her.

“Uhuh.” She smiled widely, nodding her head.

“Oh my God.” He laughed loudly, lifting her up as she squealed in excitement.

“I can’t believe it, it isn’t real.” Y/n spoke teary eyed, cupping Kelly’s face as tears built up in his own.

“This is amazing.” He laughed, allowing the tears to fall as y/n wiped them away with her thumbs. “I’m going to be a dad.”

“I’m going to be a mum.” She stated, “Your going to be a granddad.” Y/n spoke, turning to her father who watching the interaction between the two with tears in his eyes.

“I am so happy for you two.” Hermann spoke, standing up to congratulate the two.

“What’s all this?” Boden asked, seeing two of his firemen crying and his receptionist between them, also in a similar mess.

“I’m going to be a grandpa.” Hermann blurted out, and y/n giggled when he looked at her guilty.

“Congratulations.” Boden smirked, shaking hands with Kelly before hugging y/n.

“Thanks Boden.” Y/n smiled, moving to wrap an arm around Kelly’s waist.

“I’m so happy right now.” Y/n mumbled, leaning her head on her husbands chest as the two men let them be.

“I love you.” Kelly smiled.

“I love you too.” Y/n smiled, leaning up to kiss Kelly.

[warnersister]

Gonna give you a baby (smut)

The Beatles x Reader, Paul McCartney x Wife! Reader

Summary: you and Paul have fertility issues, the three men with a thing for you see this as a great opportunity to lend a helping hand. -> hate this one didn’t write it well🤧

Warnings: mentions of infertility, pregnancy, filthy smut, five-some, degrading (slut, whore, etc), hand-jobs, oral (f+m receiving), just a lot.

Requested by: @jill-smith-123

You and Paul had met in the early 50’s. Your family had moved in just down the street from him and the 10 year old McCartney was awestruck from the moment he laid eyes on you. The next day, he’d showed up at your house, to which your less-than-pleased father had answered the door, with a bow-tie and bouquets of flowers he’d taken from your mother’s new garden, to ask you to accompany him to the local youth centre for disco night.

He’d bought you a sherbet straw while he puffed on candy cigarettes before pecking your lips with tight-shut eyes mid way through you dining along to The Andrews Sisters’ song your mother had on vinyl.

When you were each a bit older, you’d accompanied Paul to the cavern club sitting in the front row as you’d hummed along with him, his eyes never drawing away from your own. Then he’d take you for dinner, a real fancy restaurant that his uncle owned, and he said that he’d pay - but it was always on the house.

Eventually, another three boys had somehow weaselled their way into your life and the product was an up and coming band: The Beatles. John Lennon, George Harrison, Pete- (scratch that) Richard Starkey and your boy Paul McCartney. And it was no secret that the three also had a thing for you - between the constant bickering and playful flirtations, Paul brushed it off because he always knew in the end that you were always his, and he was always yours.

Especially when he proposed on your twentieth birthday in 1962. Beatlemania crazed the nation and it wasn’t long before scandalous magazines began to accuse the boys of unruly acts and Paul was no different. And realistically, Paul saw the only way fit to prove his innocence to you was to ask for your hand in marriage. With your father’s approval of course… (?)

The fame never concerned you, nor did it necessarily appeal to you either - so you’d had a small ceremony in the local church, doors locked for a healthy gathering of your closest family and friends and an after party conjoined with a reception in the Cavern Club into the early hours of the morning.

“Y’know love, I never read a rule that said your first night had to be with your actual husband.” George had whispered into your ear, smirking at you after seeing the look on your face. “Not her first night.” Paul responded, hints of jealously in his tone as he threw you over his shoulder and off to his car.

That was also the night you’d discovered Paul’s intense breeding kink. His hips pushing into you at a bruising rate, lips failing him as he stuttered out his desire to see you full with his children.

But that was the problem.

“Am I the problem?” You’d asked Paul as you buried your face in his neck, crying after umpteen times, you still weren’t pregnant. “No, no, not at all dove.” He caressed your back gently. “We’re just going to have to be moved patient and keep trying. You’re perfect.” He said softy, cupping your puffy face between his hands, looking you over with a concerned gaze.

“Hey, woah woah woah what’s up lovey?” John asked as the other band members entered the room. They all ran to your side, helplessly watching the tears roll down your cheeks. “I can’t get pregnant.” You sniffed, hiccuping as the tears continued to flow. Ringo’s hands cupped yours as his sad eyes looked into yours. “Maybe there’s just not enough.” He said and your brows creased.

“Y’know our offer is always on the table.” George’s continued. “What offer?” You asked, confused. “Y’ mean you never told her, paulie boy?” John cocked his head. “No, cause I know what you lot are like.” “What y’ on about?” You ask again. “All of us.” George said. “Y’ mean-” “all of us at once.” John took your chin between his fingers and squatted down to where you were sat. “Wrecking y’ can handle us, dovey?” Shocked, you look from John to Paul who had a knowing smirk frowning on his lips. Without thinking, you nod at them. Suddenly, you were swept off of your feet and into the arms of John. “Let’s make you a baby.”

A king size bed was certainly not big enough to support the five of you, but in the boys’ desperation, you certainly managed. You were placed down gently on the bed, soft covers enveloping you as the four starved men looked down at you with lustful eyes. Your clothes were practically torn from your body, apparently them being to impatient to allow you to get undressed properly.

Paul caressed your hair gently before leaning into kiss you, as you begin to feel light kisses and licks on your breasts. You look down to see John staring back at you, a cheeky grin on his lips. He bit your nipple harshly and you hissed, screwing your eyes tight and throwing your head back. “Better get used to that if y’ want a baby.” George said, tracing his hand up and down the sensitive skin on your inner thigh.

Then all the delicious contact went again and you groaned, searching for the friction they were giving you. “Y’ want a baby? Y’ gonna have to let us get undressed first.” George chuckled. When they were undressed, John situated himself between your legs. “Oi, shift she’s my missus I’m having the first go.” Paul grumbled. “And the reason she can’t get pregnant.” John replied smugly, but was shoved out of the way by your husband. “Y’ gonna show em what a good slut y’ are for me, hmm?” He asked, fingers wandering down your thigh and towards your heat, beginning to pump them at an agonisingly slow pace.

George yanked your hair back and forced you to look at him, your mouth falling agape in the process. “Y’ gonna be good for us? Gonna give old Paulie a baby?” He taunted, rubbing himself a few times before forcing his length into your mouth. Gagging slightly, you tried your best to open your throat in the position you were in.

A heat built up inside of you, warmth rushing as you chased your high but it was soon stripped from you. Unable to complain, the disheartenment was soon replaced by something much larger - you and Paul groaned simultaneously, George doing the same as you sent vibrations flying through his cock.

After a while of Paul’s bruising pace, you rest his unwavering hips stutter as he released into you, you doing the same and realising all over him. George pulled out of your mouth and thrust himself into his hand a few times before also cumming. “Such a filthy whore.” Paul taunted, enamoured by the drool leaking from your lips.

“My turn now, birdie?” Ringo asked and you hummed, still dazed and coming off of your high. “He asked you a question. You being a disobedient slut for him?” John asked and you shook your head no. “Y-yes, your turn Richie.” You managed to stutter out.

His dick hardened at his routine nickname, needing no time to prepare you so without warning, sliding himself straight in. He let out a big breath of air at the feeling of your soft wall enveloping him. He began thrusting at an agonisingly slow pace, you in turn, crying out in desperation. “Patience now, doll.” Ringo told you. “Good things come to those who wait.” He took his time with you, not knowing when an opportunity like this one would come again.

Your head fell to the side and your eyes connected with John’s, who looked down at you with a small shit-eating grin. He leant down and licked your ear love, whispering gently “gonna give me a hand job while you let your husband’s friend take you?” You moaned at his question but nodded at him, raising your hand to rub up and down his hardening cock, swiping the tip a few times to use his pre-cum as some sort of lubricant. You pulled away and spat saliva into your palm, beginning to jerk him off at a faster rare. “Isn’t your first rodeo, is it dove?” John asked with a chuckle. “Got you well trained, haven’t I chick?” Paul said, leaning down to latch his lips onto yours.

Your high came excruciatingly slow, Richard building up the pace to the point he could no longer take it and took you animalistically, only stopping to release his seed deep into your womb and felt you cum over him. Waiting long enough for some of it to sink in, he slowly pulled out and kissed at the cold air attaching his sensitive member.

John released into your hand and felt his cock re-stiffen at the sight of you licking your hand clean. “Fuck. Me next.” He said, walking around the bed to your feet and positioning himself between your legs, feeling yourself being manoeuvred like some inhuman marionette. He moved you until your face was in the sheets and back arched for him, arse and sweet warmth on display for him. “Can’t let any of their cum get out, can we love?” He’d asked tauntingly, nails digging painfully rough into your hips.

He slipped in quickly, cock twitching at the sound you made, sensitive from the numerous rounds you had been put through. “Can’t believe Paul gets to keep you all to himself. A little slut all for him.” He said, staring to pepper kissed down your back while his hands found your breasts. Your arse was unquestionably bruised, as was your neck from the way Ringo and George were sucking at either side of it. John let out his load deep inside of you, full ovaries feeling themself being stuffed by the liquid trickling down into them.

George had waited so patiently for his turn, so patient with a so painful hard-on that he was going to make you regret giving him. Seeing himself torture you would be enough of a reason to make himself wait a few more moments. He spun you around and returned you into your back, kneeling down to kiss and worship the skin of your inner thighs, yet never close enough to provide the friction you so-desperately needed.

He kissed and sucked at your clit, thumb coming up to rub it as his tongue delved deep into your walls, making you cry out at the sight of their cum on his tongue. He thrust it into you a half a dozen more times before standing up and forcing his elongated cock into you. You hissed, pained by the repetitive beatings your intestines were receiving.

“Such a good little brat for us aren’t you?’ Paul asked, staring down at you as if a predator staring at its helpless pray. “Yes, ‘m good.” You repeated, doing as you were told as he tapped your chin to tell you to open it. You parted your lips and allowed your husband to force his dick into your already sore and throbbing throat.

George’s hips snapped at a consistent and quick pace, eyes not deferring from yours as he watched you take his bandmate’s cock so well. “Take him so well, don’t you dove?” He asked, praising you as you hummed and Macca moaned. George put his thumb onto your overstimulated clit and pressed down harshly. You cried out but tried your best to keep your throat open. “That’s if, keep it open.” Your husband taunted. And with a few more final thrusts, George cummed inside of you as you did the same, Paul releasing deep down your throat and you refrained from coughing - instead harshly swallowing and wiping the remaining resales from your mouth with your tongue and the back of your head.

“You were such a good girl.” John said, petting your hair gently and pecking your forehead. “Y’ alright, princess?” Ringo asked and you looked up at him and smiled with a nod. “Definitely gonna give Paulie boy a baby for being so good.” George added as he strolled your leg comfortingly. You enjoyed the praise you were receiving, letting the men manoeuvre you so you were in Paul’s lap. With your eyes shut, you felt yourself being lowered onto his cock and you hissed in both oversensitivity and surprise. You looked at your husband with tired eyes. “Don’t want any of it to go to waste.” He said with a wink and cheeky little smile. “Thank you.” You mumbled, drifting to sleep on his chest their quiet conversation turning into distant white noise.

A week or two later, your head was in the toilet bowl as Paul pulled your hair back into a make-shift pony tail and caressed your back at seven in the morning to let you be sick. “It’s alright love, think you’re coming down with something.” He said, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead to check for a fever. It was winter after all and your unreliable immune system was no match for England winters. “I’ll take you to the pharmacy, yeah?” And you’d nodded, wiping your mouth and letting him lead you out to the car.

You weren’t sick, unless your count baby fever. You were pregnant. Pregnant with a child. Pregnant with Paul’s(?) baby. The two of you were overjoyed and as were the rest of the boys when they found out, although offering if you wanted to have two in there just to ask, not minding the sight of you naked and belly swelling with a child.

And eight and a half months later, two weeks premature, your water broke at midnight. Paul sped to the hospital, mentally timing the distance between your contractions to tell the midwife when you got there. After a while of pushing, swearing, breaking Paul’s fingers, and him nearly dainton at the sight of the head coming out of such a small area, at seven minutes past 8, your son was born.

The boys all crowed around, in awe at the new baby in your arms. “He has his mother’s chin.” Paul notes, grinning from ear to ear. “And his fathers face.” The lads then piped up. “And Ringo’s droopy eyes-” George stated but was Vito off by the man himself “oi, oh yeah actually he does. And John’s nose.” John hummed. “And George’s eye colour and ears.” You all began laughing.

Whoever’s paternal child this may be, he was certainly a gift you yourself, your husband, and the three men who tagged along with you.

[lovergiirlsblog]

Deep end

Summary: Y/N who’s struggling with infertility started to distance herself from Mason. How will the Chelsea boy react ? Will they work It out in the end, or have they already fallen into the deep end ?

Warnings: Mention of infertility, a lot of angst

Note: This made feel so emotional. Hope you like it. Also I might make a part 2 of it.

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Negative.

Once again, negative.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror: red rims around my puffy,bloodshot eyes , rosy nose and cheeks. I’ve been crying for an hour now. I sighed and unlocked the bathroom door after throwing the pregnancy test in the bin. Mason and I have been trying to have a baby for a year now but every single test we did turned negative. And I’d be lying if I say that this whole situation hasn’t affected our relationship . We’re not who we used to be, and I don’t know if we can ever go back to the couple that we used to be.

I grabbed my phone to find a text from Mason.

From Mason:

Stacey is home. I invited her and the whole family :)

To Mason:

Of course. I’ll prepare dinner.

I no longer tell him about the test results. It’s something that I’ve decided because what’s the point of telling someone over and over again that he won’t be a father?That he won’t have a kid to teach how to play football. He always plays tough when he’s around me but I know it’s killing him too. I,once,heard him gasp from crying when he thought he was alone at home. And honestly,I don’t want him to be torn every time. I kept the grief to myself.

When Mason is around I always try to act occupied with work or sleep early just to avoid him. I don’t know why but I often find myself refusing his sex offers,thankfully he was understanding and never forced me to do something that I don’t want to.To me making love isn’t about having fun with the man you love anymore, it’s just a procedure to get pregnant… but will always end with disappointment.

Sometimes I look at him and think: Won’t he be happier with someone else ? Won’t someone else give him what he needs whenever he wants to ?

“Hi” he whispered when he walked in the kitchen.Hi, good morning, good night is all that we say to each other lately. “Hi” i greeted him without making eye contact. I can’t look at him. His eyes remind me of my failure. Uncomfortable silence filled the room. How the hell did we turn into strangers that live together? “ I, um, I’ll be upstairs. They should be here in an hour” he mumbled awkwardly,scratching the back of his head. I nodded and watched him disappear upstairs. I finished dinner and changed minutes before the doorbell rang. When I went back downstairs I found Mason opening the door. Summer,Poppy and Harley jogged towards him and wrapped their tiny arms around his legs. He lifted them one by one to plant a kiss on their cheeks.

“Aren’t you going to greet us Y/N” I didn’t realise that I was staring at Mason and the kids when Lewis joked. I hugged him tightly and explained” I’m sorry. I blacked out. Hello everyone please come in” I squeezed all of them and we all went to the living room. I grabbed some drinks and snacks and sat next to Mason who had Summer on his lap. They were both laughing. Every laugh breaks my heart a little bit more.

“ Since you’re home now,will you come to Stamford bridge and watch me play ?” He addressed to Stacy who was wiping Poppy’a mouth with a napkin. His arm wrapped around my shoulder-just like the old days- and it’s the first physical touch we had in a while. I didn’t push his arm away actually, it was the first time that I feel comfortable with him touching me. Maybe because we weren’t alone?

“Of course I’ll come to watch my baby brother”

An hour later,I,with the help of Lewis and Stacey,set up the dinner table. And we started eating.

“So how are you two,love birds?” Mine and Mason’s gaze landed on Stacey and we both faked a smile “We’re okay” we said at the same time.

“Are you staying in England for a long time ?” I tried to have a conversation with her to break the awkward silence and be a good host.

“I’ll leave right after New Year’s Eve. By the way the food is so delicious.”

“I know right. She makes the best food. Mason is a lucky bastard.” Lewis quipped.

“I know I am“ I glanced at him and frowned my eyebrows.

“Thank you guys.I’m glad you liked it”

The kids finished first and wanted to play with Mason while Debbie insisted that she will clean the table. We watched as Summer covered Mason’s eyes from behind and innocently asked him to guess who’s behind him. “Um.. I’m not sure.Is it Lewis?” He played along making them giggle so hard “ No.Uncle Mase it’s me Summer”.

I found myself smiling so big, but I looked away when my eyes met his.

“He’s so good with kids. I’m sure he’ll make a great father one day.” Stacey rested her head on my shoulder”Are you considering having kids ?” I looked down at her,her gaze was still on Mason and the kids.

“I-I can’t-“ I didn’t know what to say but thankfully Jasmine unintentionally saved me “ Can we go home ? I’m so tired and sleepy”. We said our goodbyes and they immediately went home leaving us alone,again. After closing the door,Mason approached me ,wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close without any warning. “Mason-“ I tried to gently push him away “Mason please”. He stopped and looked in my eyes. His eyes were full of hurt and devastation. “I can’t even hug you now ? Great. That’s great!” He laughed in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you tell your family ?” I ignored his sentence.

“ tell them what ?” He frowned.

“ That I can’t conceive.. that I can’t give them what they want. That I can’t give YOU what you want” my voice cracked.

“ Why do they need to know ? » he sighed « We’re young Y/N and we can always try again if that’s what you really want.I still have hope.”

“Hope?” I laughed “Hope is the most devastating thing. Hope is cruel.”

Would I be this shattered if I didn’t have hope ?

“ Kids aren’t what I want anymore. You know what I badly want ? I want my wife back. Yes I would be happy if we had a child but I would be happier if i still had the old Y/N.Whoever is standing in front of me right now isn’t the girl that I loved. I feel like I don’t know you anymore Y/N. Are we together just to have kids ? What about love ? What about you and I Y/N ?” He ran a hand through is hair” how did we end up like this ?” His voice was full of hurt. I looked down at my feet and mumbled”The girl that you loved won’t come back. I’m sorry.” I stared off into the distance,trying so hard to hold back my tears.

“That’s all you got huh ? I want to help you Y/N, but you keep pushing me away. Do you think I didn’t notice you crying in the bathroom whenever you think I’m asleep ? I didn’t want to force you into talking about it I wanted you to willingly open up to me so we can work it out together but you never did. And I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sick of you treating me like a stranger.”

He shouted,fist pushing the wall and walked out of the house leaving me sobbing with my head in my hands. Of course he’ll get sick of this. But he’ll never understand how worthless I feel when he slightly touches me. I don’t know why he has never lost hope or why he has never given up on me.

Four hours passed since he left and I was starting to worry. Has something bad happened to him ?

To Declan:

Hi sorry for bothering you but I wonder is Mason at yours ?

From Declan:

No he’s not here. Is everything alright ?

To Declan:

Yes. Don’t worry. Good night Dec !

I put my phone on the sofa when I heard the sound of keys in front of the door and rushed to open it and reveal a very drunk Mason leaning on Ben. His eyes were so tipsy, I’ve never seen him this drunk before. After putting him on the bed and going back downstairs Ben stated” Look Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on between you both but Mason isn’t okay at all. He has been playing like shit lately if you haven’t realised it yet. Also he usually never drinks when we have training the next day but look at him now.. Potter is going to scold him so bad tomorrow” I bit my nails titling my head down and nodding “I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry Ben. Thanks for telling me”

I grabbed a glass of water,and walked to the bedroom where he was laying on his back and staring at the ceiling “Here drink this it might help” I handed him the cup.”Y/N?” He called”Why don’t you love me anymore ?” His words hit me like knives,straight in the heart.Did I really cause all this damage? He doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. He deserves so much better. So much better“ I still love you”

He chuckled taking a sip from the cup of water “weird way of showing it” I helped him take off his shoes and change into something more comfortable. “You need to rest Mason. We’ll have this conversation tomorrow when you’re sober enough”

“You don’t even look into my eyes when I’m sober enough” he wiped his eyes” I’m trying to help you heal Y/N. I can’t lose you. If you need space I’ll give it to you, just please don’t leave me” his voice became weaker and weaker as he shut his eyes. His soft snores were heard minutes later. I pulled the blanket to his chest and pushed the hair that fell on his sweaty forehead. “I’m so sorry for burning us down” a tear fell from my eyes and landed on his cheek.

I put my luggage in my car as soon as the sun rose and left a letter on the nightstand next to Mason.

Dear Mason,

I’m sorry I left without telling you. But it’s honesty what I needed. I wanted space so I can figure out our future together. Unfortunately, I couldn’t accept the fact that I am infertile, and it makes me feel less of a woman and I’m deeply sorry for treating you that way, I let my selfishness take the best of me. Every time that you try to get closer, I get flashbacks of how I felt the last time that we tried and had a negative result. You, my dear Mason, are the most important person in my life and I can’t thank you enough for trying to help me but no one can help me except myself in this situation. I promise I’ll be back weather as the old Y/N that you knew or with divorce papers. You don’t deserve to go through this Mason,so if I will still feel the same, I’m afraid I’ll let you go. You can be happy with someone else and start a family. Until then, I love you more than life. Please try to understand and don’t be mad.

PS: I left some painkillers on the nightstand x

Yours sincerely,Y/N.

[kkcauseway]

It's happening!

Husband Joel Miller & Wife F!reader.

Summary: Joel has a dream that you're pregnant. You've been trying for a while, is this it? Warnings/content: soft Joel, slight touching on infertility- sensitive subject. Lotta fluff. High emotions. Positive pregnancy test. No outbreak, no use of Y/N. A/N: This really is just short and sweet.🫶🏻

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“You ready f’this?” He questions nervously.

“Nope” you spit out popping the p, “are you?” You chuckle.

“In no way shape or form” he chuckles back “ugh why do these damn things take so long s’torture!"

It started with one, then two and now three dots blink back at you in a way you can only describe as literal torture. As you await the verdict.

“Longest three minutes ever huh? It’s probably gonna be negative again anyways” you sigh.

“S’not baby, this is happenin’ trust me v’got a feelin’.” He hates how deflated it makes you feel every time you turn the test over and see the one line or the word negative. Yet something about it all seems different this time.

“Ugh I hate this!” You moan flipping the test upside down before turning to hug into his chest.

He holds you tight as you listen in tune to his heartbeat, his soft breathing calms you quickly.

It’s the same every month, you’ve been trying for just over a year and each time you pray. The second your period is slightly late you gain hope, you’ve been testing religiously, but it’s always negative. So, when Joel woke up this morning saying he’d dreamt you were pregnant you took it as a sign to take one. You aren’t due on for another few days, so it seemed a waste, but something ignited within you. A small glimmer of hope that maybe just maybe it’s going to happen this time? The circumstances are different.

“We got this baby, no matter what happens” he keeps your body close to his. He’s your safe space, where you feel most at ease, your emotions get on top of you easily, but Joel is the best person to help you return to normality. He keeps you grounded. Keeps you sane.

“I know, and I’m so grateful for you.”

“I love you, more than you’ll ever know” he kisses the top of your head.

“I love you too” you mumble.

You embrace in silence for a moment before you decide to turn back and check. Joel has his arms firm around your waist, and you can feel his heartbeat coordinated with your own as you huff out a long breath shakily reaching out for the test.

Turning the test over, you let out a staggered breath. You both stare down at the small piece of plastic in front of you in awe. Reading the word over and over and over again.

Positive.

Positive.

ITS POSITIVE!

“Holy fuck” Joel whispers.

“Pos- I- it’s positive! Joel… it’s really positive!”

“Oh. My. God!” He laughs wetly.

You throw the test into the sink and jump into his arms holding each other close as you bask in the excitement that it’s really actually FINALLY happening. Your head in his neck as you weep.

After a minute you pull away to look him in the eye “thank you” you move to kiss his lips. “Thank you so much” you kiss him again before looking into his eyes “OH MY GOD, we’re gonna have a baby!”

“Why are you thankin’ me baby? Was a very very fun joint effort.” He chuckles as he kisses your lips once more cupping your cheeks.

“Because you’re just so amazing and you’ve been so patient with me” he chuckles moving his hands to slot into your back jean pockets as you continue “some people fall pregnant right away it’s took us over a year. I was beginning to feel as though my body just couldn’t. That my body would just fail us again and again” your voice breaks.

“Baby” he leans his forehead against yours as you both take a deep breath “never, ever talk bad about yourself like that. Everythin’ happens for a reason and it’s happenin’ now… it’s meant to be now!”

“Gahhh we’re having a baby!” You can’t help the happy tears that begin streaming down your face.

“Yeah, baby we are!” You both chuckle before Joel pushes your body slightly away to place a large palm against your stomach. He strokes gently as you place a hand atop his.

“Our baby” he whispers.

[nekropsii]

Eridan fans reach new heights of media literacy by arguing the genocide character failed to commit genocide because it included the ruling class, thus making it void as a """real genocide""" becuase those have class parameters now apparently

He still killed all Land Dwellers, even if he took the Sea Dwellers out with them. Genocides famously have casualties.

I’m just kind of baffled by the argument of “actually, he killed the entire race, so that isn’t a genocide.” What? Not even “he didn’t personally kill all of the other Beta Trolls”, so we’re acknowledging that destroying the Matriorb was a genocidal ploy. But suddenly it’s a viable gotcha that destroying the Matriorb kills the whole damn race? What?

We’re acknowledging that forced infertility is a tool of enacting genocide, but suddenly it doesn’t count because rich people are dying, too? Huh?

[ash5monster01]

Truths of Our Past,The End

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, mentions of infertility, mentions of suicide, depression, depressing thoughts, past trauma, facing trauma, romance, understanding, fluff.

Summary: You had met Charlie in University, were married shortly after, and had become accustomed to a beautiful life together. When you receive a wedding invitation to one of Charlie’s previous classmates weddings you discover that Charlie had a dark past, one he had been trying to forget. In the midst of it all you try to help him through it while finding out that he’s not the guy you thought you married at all. Maybe he’s even better.

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“You’re cheating!” is yelled from the dining room table where Charlie, Knox, and Pitts play a card game you never bothered to learn. Their volume had been dialed up considering they had already drank much more whiskey than intended. You let it slide though since it was a new decade after all. Normally it would worry Chris for waking Johnny but since it was New Year’s eve and Todd gave Johnny enough grape juice to fuel him for the next 36 hours, Chris has nothing to worry about as Johnny and Todd chase each other around the house.

You on the other hand sit beside Ann on the couch who hasn’t stopped giggling from either the champagne in her hand or the baby fever she has while watching Todd play with Johnny. When she’s not doing that she’s pestering Maggie and Meeks who sit side by side on the couch, proving Maggie was right. She couldn’t just do a wedding party fling. You’re trying your best not to excuse yourself to help Chris in the kitchen since she had already yelled at you twice for attempting to do so. To her it didn’t matter she was three months pregnant, a tiny baby bump just slightly jutting out, it was your first party in the new house and the least she wanted to do was cook the entire New Years snack platter.

“How’s the paper?” Ann asks you as she sets her hand on yours and you internally thank her for the distraction. It had been hard leaving the New York Times but with such credibility you had landed the position of Editor and Chief at the Vermont Times. The best part was you actually could use your real name when writing.

“Amazing actually, I have such a great team and the transition has been surprisingly easy” you tell her and she smiles wide at you. Ann wasn’t surprised things had worked out so well but no matter what she was happy that you were happy.

“And Charlie?” and your eyes glanced to your husband in the other room who has his button down sleeves rolled up leisurely, hair a bit frazzled from the already exciting night.

“Great, he was able to find a job within his company so he never technically left, just traded offices. He has a few business trips to the city here and there but that’s okay” you grin widely at her, happy that everything fell into place. It was like it was meant to be. The perfect home, jobs, life. His parents were upset at first but now, everything had worked out so perfectly they just seemed proud. You figured it was because it reminded them of the life they had when Charlie was still in school.

“Everything really worked out for the best huh?” she grinned back at you and you could only chuckle, eyes glancing to Todd who now had Johnny propped on his feet like an airplane.

“It did, and we’re overjoyed. It’s sort of a fresh start you know? A new house, job, and decade” and Ann was giggling as she finished off the rest of her champagne. The first night you had moved in here you and Charlie were lying in bed, talking about how by the time you were settled it’ll be the start of a new year, a new decade, a new beginning. He told you that the 60s were there for grieving Neil and coming to understand himself better. Now the 70s were about having a life with you and celebrating Neil whenever he could.

“We’re really glad to have you here” she told you and you smiled softly at her before giving her a quick side hug. Vermont was your home now and you always had a feeling it would be. You were glad to be here too.

“I’m going to make sure Charlie isn’t actually cheating” you whispered to her, pushing up from the couch and she giggled as you made your way to the room where the boys had been playing.

“Hey Mrs Dalton” Charlie greeted you with a dopey half drunk grin and you could only chuckle as he shuffled you into his lap at the table.

“Good, distract him so I can make a comeback” Knox pointed at you and you laughed to which Pitts shook his head.

“We’re serious Y/N, he’s killing us. It’s either pure luck or he’s a cheat” he told you with a twinkle of amusement behind his eyes. You were glad to see it considering Kathy couldn’t make the trip with him. It was nice that the evening had picked up for him since he seemed sad to not be spending it with her.

“I’m not cheating, I’m having fun and getting drunk because my wife has decided to torture me” Charlie told the boys, a hand squeezing at your waist.

“I’m not torturing you. It’s been ten years and people change” you quickly told him but he just shook his head, muttering profanities you didn’t care to indulge in. You didn’t have time to anyway considering the doorbell rang throughout the home.

“Speak of the devil” Knox smirked and you were standing from Charlie’s lap which annoyed him further.

“Literally” he grumbled as you parted from them to reach the front door. Swinging it open you urged the couple in from the cold, a few stray snowflakes swirling in with them.

“You made it! I’m so glad” you smiled wide at the pair, helping them from their coats.

“Yeah, we had a quick dinner with my parents and made our way over as soon as we could” the boy smiled at you as you hung both their jackets on the coat rack.

“I’m Y/N Dalton” you introduced yourself the the girl. She had shiny brown hair and bright green eyes, she seemed soft, calm. Probably exactly what he needed.

“Oh sorry, Y/N this is my wife Madeline Cameron” the red headed boy flushed and you just chuckled, shaking the girls hand.

“Please come in, I know you guys just had dinner but Chris is cooking up who knows what in there so I hope you still have some room” you told them both and Cameron smiled at your kindness. When you had first shown up at the firm he wasn’t sure what to think but if you knew Charlie the way he did, you would never spring this on them. That you had asked the Dead Poets and they had agreed, whether it was begrudgingly or not.

“Richard Cameron, I can’t believe my eyes” Todd grinned as you led them into the den. Johnny was hanging over his shoulder and his hair was sticking straight up, but the smile he wore was sincere. Richard wore a shocked face, almost surprised to see how outgoing Todd had become in the last ten years but he shook it off quickly.

“Don’t mind those two, Johnny and Todd have both been indulging themselves in grape juice. Todd’s the adult kind” you told Madeline as Cameron walked into the room and she laughed lightly.

“Hey stiff, heard you got married recently” Richard feigned confidence as he strolled into the room and Todd smiled as he used his free hand not holding Johnny to shake his hand in greeting.

“I did, to the loveliest bride Ann over there” Todd pointed and Cameron turned to face the bubbly girl who sat on the couch.

“Nice to meet you” he told her while shaking her hand. Then his eyes flitted to the other red head in the room. “Steven, I heard you were in Boston”

“Hopefully not for long” Maggie interrupted, her elbow nudging into Meeks ribs. “I’m Maggie. Ann’s college room mate and Steven’s girlfriend”

“Really? Girlfriend? Has she seen the heart underwear?” and Meeks was fire truck red as the room erupted in laughter.

“Trust me Cameron, we’ve all seen the heart underwear” you told him as Meeks groaned out, still not having lived down Todd’s wedding.

“This is my wife Madeline everyone” Cameron diverged the conversation and they all happily greeted her. Once the air had calmed Cameron looked to you and you knew he was ready to see Charlie.

“They’re playing cards at the table” you told him before guiding the pair out of the room. As you were walking in you happened to spot Charlie slipping a card into his pocket and it made you giggle.

“Well if this isn’t a sight for sore eyes” and Cameron held his breath until all three boys looked at him and broke out in wide grins.

“Yeah Cameron, you think that until Charlie absolutely destroys you in whatever game we play” Knox said and Cameron chuckled before urging the quiet brunette girl forward.

“Boys this is my wife Madeline, this is Charlie, Gerard, and Knox” Cameron introduced and Charlie snorted loudly.

“Someone actually married you, how big was the cow he gave your family?” and you were gasping out loud as the rest of the boys laughed.

“It was a pig actually, it broke that years record” Madeline piped in and Charlie wore a look of shock before taking a sip of his drink.

“I like her” he said to no one in particular and Cameron just laughed.

“Yeah I knew you would” and suddenly it was like a wave of comfort engulfed the home. Like somehow without really saying it everything was now okay.

“Well why don’t you pull up a chair, join us for a game” Pitts urged and Cameron was surprised before smiling and moving to sit beside the boys.

“I’m going to check on Chris and grab you two some drinks, I’ll be back” you informed the room as you placed a hand on Madeline’s shoulder and moved to exit the room.

“I’ll play but after Charlie spits up the Ace in his pocket” and Knox and Pitts were instantly yelling as you made your way into the kitchen.

“How’s it going Chrissy?” you asked and she smiled up at you, the apron clung tightly to her.

“Five more minutes and I’m done” she told you as you grabbed two wine glasses for the newly welcomed couple.

“That’s good, Todd needs something to soak up all that adult grape juice” you told her and she was laughing as you popped open the wine and started to pour them into the glasses.

“For you?” she asked and you shook your head, pushing the cork back into the bottle.

“Cameron and his wife Madeline actually” you informed her and what you didn’t expect was the confused look that crossed her face.

“It’s nine and you haven’t had a single glass yet” she pointed out, eyebrows furrowed and hand on her hip extremely intimidating.

“So?” you asked, returning the wine to the rack before someone would knock it over.

“So, you are usually the first to have a drink and don’t deny it because you’re the same girl who snuck champagne into an engagement party with an already open bar” she pointed a finger at you and finally a red hue crossed your face.

“I can’t” you told her and she wore the confused look until suddenly it dawned on her exactly what that had meant.

“Oh my God!” and you were nodding as tears immediately sprung to her eyes. She was around the counter and hugging you in record time.

“Look it’s still early so me and Charlie want to wait a while to announce it okay?” you told her and she nodded, hands wiping at her face because she was so happy for you.

“I hope it’s a boy and I have a girl and they can grow up together and get married” she cried and you laughed, hugging your blonde best friend close to you.

“I hope it’s a boy too” you told her and she gave you a curious look as she pulled back and wiped at her cheeks again, since she couldn’t stop the tears.

“Why’s that?” she asked and you lightly giggled to yourself.

“Well it it’s a girl Charlie wants to name her Nuwanda” you told her and Chris was snorting a laugh as she heard this. “And, if it’s a boy he will be named Neil. After his Uncle of course”

“Oh, I just love that” Chris said, trying her best to fight the tears from springing to her eyes again. Damn hormones.

“Yeah, me too” you were telling her, already knowing Johnny was named after their beloved teacher. Then the oven dinged and she sighed as she moved to get the hors d'oeuvres she spent most of the night preparing.

“We better get out there” she was telling you, sliding everything onto the trays.

“True, in just a few hours it’ll be the start of a New Year after all” you told her, hands gripping the wine glasses and she smiled as you left to give the drinks to your guests. Thankfully no one was as observant to the fact you didn’t have a drink in hand but out of nerves anyways you still found yourself pouring some of Johnny’s grape juice in a wine glass to ease suspicions.

As the night progressed you couldn’t help but allow yourself to be truly happy. Your new home was full of life, warm, and inviting. Heaven on earth and it was only the start of so many things that fell into place for you. Both you and Charlie coming from family’s that didn’t provide much comfort now had a home that defied all the odds of following their footsteps. You had discovered your pregnancy right before Christmas, the best gift you had gotten actually. A quick blood test at the doctors had confirmed it and now you were praying to anyone out there that you wouldn’t lose this baby. You hoped that the reason you hadn’t gotten pregnant after all this time is because you were meant to be pregnant here and not in the city.

“It’s almost midnight” Charlie whispered as his arms snaked around your waist. He had given the card game up about thirty minutes ago since he had been caught cheating and was now losing terribly.

“I know, I’m excited” you whispered back and he eyed the wine glass in your hand. Quickly noticing his thought process you giggled lightly. “It’s grape juice, I didn’t want to raise any suspicions”

“Smart, so you gave Johnny the real stuff” he teased and you lightly elbowed him before your eyes fell to the arm chair that held Todd and Johnny, cuddled together and nodding off.

“No, but by the way he looks right now I wouldn’t believe me either” you told him and both of you were laughing at the same image that was making Ann’s ovaries combust.

“I’m glad you invited Cameron” Charlie told you after your laughter settled and you smiled at him.

“Really? After all that complaining?” you teased, eyes rows raised, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone I said it though. It’s just nice to see he grew up and changed from that guy we knew so long ago. Nice to know he realized what a jerk he was” Charlie said and you were smiling, eyes flitting over the group of people who sat on the couches in the living room, loud conversation and laughs filling it.

“I’m just glad you’re all together again. No matter what that is what’s best for you” you told him because his people had become your people. Family didn’t have to be blood and Charlie spent more time with these boys growing up then he did his own parents. They knew him inside and out and now you got to share your lives together.

“That’s true, we’re just missing one person” he told you, head turning, and you looked to see where he was looking. When you had first moved Charlie revealed the box of all his things from Welton, one he had kept tucked away a long time. After Neil’s letter he was ready to open it again and inside had hundreds of pictures from his blazer boy days. He had picked all of his favorites and had adorned one wall in the den with them. Your favorite was of all the boys in the cave, pipes dangling from their lips, pressed between wide smiles. Neil held the God of the cave and Charlie was wearing a beret, saxophone cradled in his lap. Everyone in the image was happy and full of hope for the future. You adored it.

“He’s here Charlie, he always is” you said, eyes falling to the picture of just him and Neil around thirteen. The only year they got to dorm together and they stood in the center of the room, arms wrapped around each others shoulders.

“Yeah, I know” he told you, lips pressing against your cheek.

“Guys! One minute!” Maggie said jumping from the couch, startling Todd and Johnny awake.

“A new decade, crazy” Pitts muttered, thinking about how Neil had died right before the 60s. There wasn’t much to celebrate then and it was weird to think Neil wasn’t around for the entire past decade.

“Cheer up Pitts, it’s the 70s after all” Meeks told him and he rolled his eyes at his red headed friend.

“Guys stop talking, you’re going to ruin the countdown!” Ann scolded the two and the group just chuckled as the pair became sheepish over her yelling at them. Chris anxiously handed out the champagne, handing you yours with a wink that indicated she had swapped it for something else.

“Twenty seconds!” Knox exclaimed and you all got in position, excitement bursting through your veins. As of this moment everything would be as it should be. The end of you getting everything settled and the beginning of starting the rest of your lives.

“To starting the new year together!” you called out, hand raising the glass in your hand. The group followed suit as Todd and Johnny started bouncing in their seat, now awake and excited for the New Year.

“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” the pair called out as they watched the clock and the group began to cheer.

“Happy New Year!” and Charlie was pulling you into a searing kiss, mouth tasting faintly of whiskey and cherries. Cheers erupted around you and everyone clinked and drank from their glasses.

“Does it feel different yet?” Charlie asked after breaking apart from your kiss and you laughed, hands wrapping around his neck.

“Actually, for the first time in a long time, it does”

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a/n: and that’s it folks. I feel like we really took a journey with this one. I always have a good time exploring the grief of the boys since we only get thirty minutes of it in the movie. what makes DPS so good is that such a small moment of their lives, only four months and a friends death, can still impact who you become and how you handle things. it’s real life, not Hollywood, and I think that’s beautiful. I hope you’ve enjoyed this series and maybe I’ll write drabbles for it here and there, who knows, I’m not entirely ready to say goodbye to these characters yet. Thank you guys

[kid-az]

All Tomorrows: Vanga-Vangog’s Puppeteer headcanons

Conceptually, the Temptor’s were one of the most interesting of the posthumans, with the males being worker drones and the woman immobile flesh trees with much greater intellect and the ability to control these men. They were however killed off by a comet in canon, unable to become sapient like many other extinct posthumans.

Vanga-Vangog would however explore their potential in the form of their descendants, the Puppeteers. These sapient people would further exaggerate the features of their ancestors, the males being what are effectively mindless meat robots controlled by the pheromones of the much larger, sapient, yet now completely immobile females.

I wish to go on a tangent about the possible culture, values, and the state of their world like I did for his other fanmade species, the Clicker’s

-Due to the male drones being mindless and viewed more as extensions of their body than independent, the act of sexual love is foreign in the Puppeteer’s culture, with romantic love being exclusive to unions between woman. These individuals would act as pen lovers, sending eachother messages, specially made robots/designer drones, and the occasional meetup via their equivalent of Zoom.

-Occasional, these romantic pairs would decide to move into their partner’s tower, living alongside them inside the same atrium room. This was a more recent tradition, as their post scarcity society and technology allowed themselves to be moved easier.

-Because of how individuals couldn’t meet up physically due to the obvious, the Puppeteer's never developed any actual table manner’s, often messily devouring meat, vegetables, and many other types of food via overhang conveyer belts. By the end of their meal sessions, they would be covered in chunks of their food and juices, having to be sprayed by their drones via hoses filled with soapy, scented water.

-Inspite of their seemingly draconian biology, (Often by people mistaking the male drones as sapient, which they are not) their post-scarcity government was one of the most democratic among the Second Empire, with every civilian having equal say and rights in politics. These debates were set up in their zoom equivalents.

-Puppeteers, surprisingly enough, do have fashion. During their ancient history, they would often need to wear thick blankets wrapped around them every winter so as to not freeze to death, and this tradition of having drones make blankets carried onto their modern day, even though they live in temperature-regulated towers. These blankets would be made out of fur and wool of non-sapient cousins, their cotton plant equivalent, or silk, and be very thick yet also soft and secure.

-The male drones would also be decorated, early on by dyeing and tattoos, but later more conventional clothing after it was introduced by their posthuman cousins. And no, their fashion wasn’t gender-based, male drones would be given either female, male, or gender neutral clothing by the queens.

-Baby Puppeteer’s would live right beside their mothers early on, being tended to and cared for by her drones while they would converse. For most of their history, this was the only time female puppeteers would physically meet eye-to-eye. These children, once of age, would often have a tower built by their mothers and her friends, and would move into them to spend the rest of their lives.

-Infertile Puppeteer females, due to their inability to birth males to use as extensions of their bodies, had to be well-cared for by the drones of their friends and/or family, and would traditionally be given the task of being soothsayers or recorders of oral tradition, since their was not much else they could do. The development of robotics allowed these infertile individuals more independence and personal freedom.

-They we’re huge, avid consumers of TV media and literature, with them spending much of their times either reading or watching screens, eating food, talking to friends and neighbors on their screen, or watching their drones and robots perform and do silly antics for their enjoyment. (They’d often recreate other posthuman memes with their drones.)

[mariacallous]

Jade S. Sasser has been studying reproductive choices in the context of climate change for a quarter century. Her 2018 book, Infertile Ground, explored how population growth in the Global South has been misguidedly framed as a crisis—a perspective that Sasser argues had its roots in long-standing racial stereotypes about sexuality and promiscuity.

But during the Covid-19 pandemic, Sasser, an environmental scientist who teaches at UC Riverside, started asking different questions, this time about reproductive choices in the Global North. In an era in which the planet is getting hotter by the day, she wondered, is it morally, ethically or practically sound to bring children into the world? And do such factors as climate anxiety, race, and socioeconomic status shape who decides to have kids and who doesn’t?

The result is her latest book, Climate Anxiety and the Kid Question, published last month by the University of California Press, which centers on a range of issues that are part of a broader conversation among those who try to practice climate-conscious decisionmaking.

From the outset, Sasser cautions that her work does not attempt to draw any conclusions about what the future might hold or how concerns about global warming might affect population growth going forward.

“This book is not predictive,” Sasser said in a recent interview with Inside Climate News. “It’s too soon to be able to say, ‘OK, these are going to be the trends. These people are not going to have children, or are going to have fewer children or this many, that many.’ We’re at the beginning of witnessing what could be a significant trend.”

Sasser said that one of the most compelling findings of her research was how survey results showed that women of color were the demographic cohort that reported that they were most likely to have at least one child fewer than what they actually want because of climate change. “No other group in that survey responded that way,” Sasser said.

Those survey results, Sasser said, underscores the prevalence of climate anxiety among communities of color. A Yale study published last year found that Hispanic Americans were five times as likely to experience feelings of climate change anxiety when compared to their white counterparts; Black Americans were twice as likely to have those feelings.

“There is a really large assumption that we don’t experience climate anxiety,” said Sasser, who is African American. “And we do. How could we not? We experience most of the climate impacts first and worst. And the few surveys that have been done around people of color and climate emotions showed that Black and Latinx people feel more worry and more concerned about climate change than other groups.”

Sasser, who also produced a seven-episode podcast as part of the project, said that she hopes her work can help fill what she sees as a void in the public’s awareness of climate anxiety in communities of color.

“Every single thing I was reading just didn’t include us in the discussion at all,” Sasser said. “I found myself in conversations with people who were not people of color and they were saying, ‘Well, I think people of color are just more resilient and don’t feel climate anxiety. And this doesn’t factor into their reproductive lives.’ That’s just simply not true. But how would we know that without the research to tell us? But now I’ve started down that road, and I really, really hope that other researchers will take up the mantle and continue studying these questions in the context of race in the future.”

Sasser recently sat down with Inside Climate News to talk about the book and how she uses her research to show how climate emotions land hardest on marginalized groups, people of color, and low-income groups. This interview has been edited for clarity and length.

[strawberryshortcake1495]

The Owl House Zoo 🦉

Hello dear visitors, and welcome to The Owl House Zoo! My name is Riliane, and I will be your tour guide today. Please follow me for the tour to begin!

Here, we have the Titan Goddess and the Cotton Candy Haired Goddess, but we all like to refer to them as Luz and Amity. Amity is a witch who’s joined containment with Luz because of their everlasting love. Luz is a Titan and human hybrid which is extremely rare in this world so there are people out there who have her on their hit-list, but The Owl House Zoo is the most safest place in the city. Unfortunately, they’re both infertile but they’re both extremely docile, so they’re safe to approach. Ah, it looks like they woke up.

Luz: Oh…I didn’t know you had a tour going on today. You should’ve told us to wake up early…

Amity: Who are you talking to, Luz?

Luz: Just the zookeeper and some visitors.

Amity: Alright… *goes back to sleep*

We’ll come right back to you Luz, but let’s move on and let these two get ready for the day. Here, we have the witches. This is Eda, Raine, Willow, and a bunch of other witches. It’s pretty crowded in here, but it appears the other witches are elsewhere inside the cage. Eda had a son named King but because he’s a Titan, she cannot be contained in the same cage as him because a witch and a titan together is extremely dangerous. We still love her, though!

Eda: You! What did you do to my kids, you motherfu-

Raine: Eda, we have visitors!

Willow: Let us out of this cage!

Let’s move on. Speaking of King, here’s him now! The titans were once powerful creatures who ruled the Demon Realm but one day, they got in a big war with these creatures called the Archivists and this little guy is the last living titan for as far as we know. At first, he was a little fussy but he’s grown used to living in the zoo.

King: *eating a treat and notices you* Oh, hey.

Hi, King! We’ll be moving on now.

King: Bye! *waves*

Here, we have the Collector. They’re a young Archivist, and they’re very small for their age. The Collector is an affectionate and loving creature, so we here at the Owl House Zoo actually encourage you to play with them! They love playing games and making new friends, and speaking of friends, the Collector is actually best friends with King. Despite their family history, they’ve managed to form a friendship stronger than no other.

Collector: Ooo, visitors! *runs up to the fence and looks up at you with starry eyes* Hi, I’m the Collector! Wanna be my friend?

*You reach out and gently ruffle his hair.*

Collector: Hehe, that tickles!

We have to get going now, Collector, but the next tour group will come see you in a bit, okay?

Collector: Okay! Bye-Bye!

What a sweet kid…he’s my personal favorite. Anyways, we’re entering the Grimwalker den. This place used to be flooded with these guys but now there’s only one left because of the…nevermind. Here’s Hunter! He’s a very hostile and defensive grimwalker, and honestly, I can’t blame him. Try to avoid eye contact, as that can make him anxious and angry. That scar right there is from Eda, because one time we thought it was a good idea to put all the creatures together in a cage to have fun but that didn’t go so well…What? You think I’m mistreating these guys? Hey, I’m just a tour guide. I would’ve put his cage near the main pathway of the zoo but the guys in charge say he’s “too dangerous” and that he might “hurt the little ones”. Oh, it looks like he fell asleep. Poor baby…he looks exhausted. Anyways, shall we move on to the next?

Here, we have the puppets. They’re kinda like real life NPCs. Last year during the Collector’s 8th birthday party, he accidentally shot some sort of spell at a party guest, creating a puppet. He tells us he can’t control it so we’ve contained most of them inside this cage. The reason I say most and not all of them is because some puppets are promoted to zookeepers based on good behavior. We’re not sure the puppets have any…sentience or what not? They either just stand, lay down, or walk around the cage mindlessly. Anyways, let’s get a move on.

I saved the best for last. Here in this den are the palismen! This is Ghost, Clover, Emmiline, Owlbert, Stringbean, and Waffles! There used to be a cardinal here named Flapjack but he died due to the- um…nevermind, anyways Stringbean and Waffles replaced him. Stringbean arrived a year ago and Waffles arrived in February. We’ll always remember Flapjack, but it’s important not to shun the new palismen because of the past. Change can be difficult, but it’s how we grow. It can be the hardest thing to realize you can't hold on to something forever. Sometimes, you have to let it go. But of the things you let go, you'd be surprised what makes its way back to you.

And that concludes our tour. If you have any questions, feel free to ask; and if you don’t, thank you for visiting The Owl House Zoo! Come back again soon and have a wonderful day!

(You can ask questions by reposting and stating your question.)

[wickcdlove]

gye minsi ( 계 민시 ) | 99’ | lesbian | cis woman | she/her | video game streamer

choi yena, lesbian, cis female, she/her. ♡ now entering the apartment building is gye minsi, a twenty-five year old who is currently a gamer / streamer. netizens have said they seem like a sore loser but others have said they’re energetic ! gossip aside, we’re sure they’re bound to be a fan favorite !

goes by the online alias 원더덕 ‘wunderduck’ – in turn, any duck related nicknames are common + welcome.

born + raised in korea. speaks korean fluently (although some people say she has a babyish tone to her voice – she’s easily mocked for this.) she also speaks a very small amount of japanese that she taught herself through watching anime and duolingo.

background

minsi was born prematurely after her mother struggled with infertility. she was considered a "miracle" pregnancy. frequent illness as a child had her mother fearing for her life, but one day she seemed to just bounce back, full of life, as if nothing was ever wrong with her. medical professionals were surprised with her energy and resilience. her father resented her for not being the son he always wanted, leading to a cold and distant relationship. her mother loved and cared for her, but she couldn’t express it to the best of her ability, as her father also resented her for not being able to give him another child, so tension was constantly heavy throughout the whole household. minsi grew up constantly seeking validation from her father and peers, but her overly-emotional nature made it difficult to make lasting friendships. desperate and eager to be liked, minsi often pushed people away by trying too hard, leaving her isolated and often bullied in school. video games became her refuge from a young age, a place where she could connect with others without needing to win approval. even though she still struggled to make friends online, it was much easier to deal with the rejection than in-person. after graduating school, she found it hard to land a meaningful job, drifting from one part-time gig to another while feeling increasingly lost. streaming video games casually with friends led to unexpected attention due to her cute, energetic, and slightly comedic personality. realizing she could turn streaming into a career, minsi became more focused on building her online presence. despite being unapologetically and loudly gay, she still struggles to make meaningful real-life connections due to societal expectations and her own insecurities. minsi saw the show as a chance to connect with others and gain exposure for her streaming career. she hopes to make real friendships and show her true self to the world.

personality:

minsi is outgoing and energetic, often the life of the party in social situations. despite being a huge nerd, she actually loves going to parties and clubs. ( she loves energetic pop music + loves to dance. ) she’s extremely emotional and wears her heart on her sleeve, sometimes leading to outbursts or oversharing. she sometimes doesn’t pick up on social cues very well. minsi desperately seeks validation and approval, sometimes trying too hard to make people like her, or to make herself seem more impressive than she actually is. this can sometimes push people away, as she can be a ‘little too much’ she’s very comedic and light-hearted, often using humour as a way to connect with others or deflect her insecurities. despite societal expectations, she is bold and unapologetically herself, especially when it comes to her sexuality. she really struggles with making deeper connections despite her outgoing nature, often feeling like an outsider. because of this she is extremely sensitive to rejection and easily hurt when others don’t reciprocate her efforts to connect. optimistic and determined, especially when it comes to her streaming career, she refuses to give up despite setbacks. she can be impulsive, acting on emotions rather than thinking things through. she doesn’t really think about consequences as long as she’s having fun. deep down, craves acceptance and belonging, but hides her vulnerability behind a loud and confident persona.

relationships

minsi has never been in a serious relationship before, as she’s never truly connected with anyone on a deep enough level to get there. despite her lack of relationship experience, she is flirty, fun, and enjoys showing off to girls, especially in social settings. ( however, she’s not interested in casual hookups, she prefers meaningful connections over one-night stands.) identifies as a switch, but her main desire is to please her partner, no matter what role she takes in the dynamic. she’s very flexible. (in more ways than one lololol ) she loves the thrill of flirting and teasing but ultimately craves emotional intimacy and a deeper connection.

wanted connections

romantic;

enemies to lovers ?? (jk) ; someone who is kind of the opposite of her, a little more low energy, a little more confrontational and possibly mean. they find her annoying at first, there's lots of sexual tension, and eventually they warm up to her. ( i'll give you my soul if you apply as kim hyungseo (bibi) for this connection bc i think she'd fit so well lmfao )

unrequited crush ; they have a crush on minsi, perhaps she doesn't even realise how serious it is and so she flirts back and ends up giving them mixed signals and hurting their feelings :(

platonic;

player 2 ; minsi’s go-to gaming partner, someone she spends hours with, both streaming and playing for fun. they have an easy, playful bond, they tease each other a lot and are probably a little bit competitive with one another.

the big sister she never had ; someone who sees minsi’s weaknesses and takes her under their wing, looking out for her when she gets herself into social trouble. they might have a kind of tough love approach but ultimately care deeply for her well-being, helping her navigate things without getting too caught up in seeking validation from others

[archer-kacey]

Joey Drew is Gay and there's no way around it (Pt 1)

I want to immediately preface this by saying I never want to assume that a character is gay, straight, bi, etc. Usually the creator will confirm this type of thing, or it will end up being confirmed or implied later down the line. Joey, however, has something unique in comparison to the rest of the cast- we have his autobiography. This paired with information found in the games themselves and additional novels already give us a pretty big library of information to draw from. We have most of his life story given to us on a silver platter, and in my opinion, the non-heteronormativity speaks for itself.

Let's start with Dark Revival, because it's an easy starting point to offshoot from.

Memory Joey tells Audrey this: for Joey Drew, a family was something he always wanted, but could never have. For most people, this probably translates as Joey being too absorbed in his work, himself, and the studio to raise a family. While Joey did have a big ego and undoubtedly had his hands full, I struggle to believe that this would prevent him outright from even trying.

First off, if Joey's end goal was "a family," then there are a million questions that immediately come up. What kind of "family" was Joey striving for? Dark Revival seems to at least confirm that he wanted a child of his own, and to be fair, solely having Audrey seemed to complete him.

When Joey was alive, there were some pretty easy ways to accomplish having a family. One would be the heterosexual route, marrying a woman and having a child, and arguably this would be the easiest. He could have also adopted, especially if he was Ace, or if there was a possibility he was just an infertile man.

Here's the thing, though- he didn't do either of those.

Now, I fully understand that if Joey were a mouse stuck in a maze, he would take the longest possible route to get to the cheese. He's a bit stubborn and childish, and developed his god complex faster than a Polaroid camera photo. BUT, his two brain cells kick in whenever there's something he truly wants.

Joey doesn't operate on brute force. He outsources absolutely everything. He'll wrap up an entire web of people into doing his dirty work, but he himself wants to take the path of least resistance. So, when dealing with a personal matter that can be very easily tended to...why the hell ignore the entire thing? Having a kid would have worked pretty smoothly with his self-interests.

The way Joey goes about actually "having" kids is very strange. Firstly, there's Bendy, born via Ink Machine. Secondly, there's Audrey, also born via Ink Machine.

Hey Joey, quick question...why are all your kids birthed via giant metal box?

Oh, I'm not kidding about Bendy being Joey's child, either.

In Illusion of Living, Joey states that he views Bendy as his son, and this is specified to not be a hyperbolic statement. Nathan also volunteers the information that Joey felt the same way about Bendy as he did about his own son (Nathan Jr.) Joey also describes Bendy as his muse and his messenger. Joey's philosophy, The Illusion of Living, is the belief that fiction and reality are the same thing, which feeds into a heavy insistence that Bendy is real, and he scoffs at the idea that people would dare think he isn't.

Illusion of Living was released in 1942. So, starting in at least 1942 (though I suspect earlier,) Joey was very protective of the image of this character, and convinced himself that this creation was his own son.

In short, he was already attempting to fill a childless void with a fictional substitute.

However, the sad fact is that Bendy was ultimately a filler child that still couldn't satisfy him. But when Audrey came into being, that was it. Joey wanted a human child, and Audrey was the closest thing to that, hence why she was his last attempt. So he settled down and raised her until his passing.

But we’re not done talking about Bendy yet. Joey's intense connection to Bendy has far-reaching implications.

PART 2>>