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tonyboneysblog · 4 months ago

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MOTHER: PREQUEL

parings: none!

wordcount: 3.3k

notes: lmao yall im back…for like five seconds

warnings: pregnancy, very angsty 😬

Summary: you’re an upcoming hero with a good family, amazing boyfriend and now a child you never wanted.

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you hands shake softly as you purge whatever breakfast you had into the bowl below you.

You mother knocked on the door, you could practically feel her concern seeping the door.

“Y/N, sweetie are you okay?” Her voice is slightly wobbly, lined with worry.

You rub your mouth with the back of your palm, “M’fine mom.”

You flush the toilet and stumble out the bathroom, your mother twirls her fingers together. Concern on her face.

Your mother was quite the looker, deep, jet black hair with dark feathers sprouting from the back of her neck, she had small wings on her back that matched her hair.

You father looked almost exactly like you, he had the stronger genes, your mother always said.

Your mother speaks up again, “are you sure you want to see your boyfriend today? You could be contagious..”

You sigh softly, “mom, it was just something I ate I swear.”

You straighten up your skirt, walking towards the front door as your mother tried to tell you just to rest, but you can’t really- you already planned a date and you wouldn’t wanna cancel so late.

You stop at the front door, “Mom, I’m fine- I’m gonna be a hero anyways and sometimes I just need to power through.”

Your mother sighs, looking back and forth towards you and the bathroom that you had just used.

“Fine, but call me if you start to feel worse.”

You smile, “yeah, I will.”

You met your current boyfriend at the hero school you were attending, Minato Wantanabe, kids would pick on him since his head was literally a crow but you thought it was kinda cute.

It pays off to be nice to people, now you have an amazing, cute, bird boyfriend.

Your feet carry you towards the local dinner, it was Minatos favorite, he loved the pancakes.

You can spot his beak peeking through the diners window, the diner was painted in a vibrant red but it had gone dull from the last decade.

You walk through the double doors with a small ding from the bell above them, Minato looks over towards the noise only to see you.

You happily make your way over towards the booth before kissing Minatos cheek and sitting infront of him.

“Evening, Y/N.” He says with a small smile.

You look towards him with a coy grin, “evening..”

The date proceeds as planned, you always enjoy time with Minato.

You just had to ignore the steadily growing nausea growing in your stomach.

Minato offered to walk you home but you declined, he probably couldn’t keep up with the speeds that you’d have to go to make it to the bathroom.

maybe you should’ve told your mom when you first felt it.

You try and jog home but that just made it worse, you run faster, doesn’t help.

You make it to your front door, opening it up quickly with your house key the booking towards the bathroom to clear out the poor, delicious pancakes you had earlier.

there was absolutely no way you could’ve been sick, you felt fine aside from barfing your guts out.

You flush down the gross mix of stomach acid and pancakes, washing your hands and walking towards your bedroom.

you were fine, you had to be.

Hero’s would never let a silly cold get them down.

But it continued, you threw up every morning.

Now, you were aware you had an irregular period, either from all the stress of work or your birth control.

So why would you be worried if you missed a couple days?

You only got worried when one of your school friends decided to open her mouth.

“Y/N I know this sounds so rude- but have you been gaining weight?” Her voice is quiet.

You look at her confused, “what? I mean I could’ve but, im always training.”

She nods, “yeah thats why I’m so confused, like are you over eating?”

though slightly offended, you respond anyways.

You hum softly, “that could be it?”

Why would a future hero like you “overeat”.

Really why was it any of her business that you were gaining weight.

“I’m mean- girl to girl, I heard boys really hate extra weight- I mean Minato is a nice guy but he’s also a guy yknow?” She rambles, her voice only increasing as she speaks.

You wave her off, “Mhm, thanks Hina.”

You try not to storm out of the locker room. instead walking towards your closer friend, Tori.

What does she even know, Minato loves you.

He wouldn’t leave you after something so small.

You groan quietly, “Hina just basically told me I’m a fattie.”

Tori chuckles softly, “shes a ditz Y/N.”

“I’m aware, she even started talking about Minato.” You lean against a near locker.

“Maybe she wants him?”

You chuckle, “oh please…”

Tori looks at you, slight concern lining her eyes, “I mean, your stomach is looking a little plump but that’s probably just bloating.”

You look at her confused, Tori’s supposed to be on your side.

Tori places her finger on her chin, something she does when she’s “deep in thought”.

“How’s that nausea problem you have?” She mumbles softly.

“Still going on, I’m not worried.”

Tori’s brows furrow, “you haven’t seen a doctor yet?”

“No- probably some stomach virus, I’ll throw it up-“

Tori cuts you off with a groan of your name.

You try to explain but Tori stops talking, looking away until concern fills her face again.

She leans in you ear, “you and Minato aren’t like- active?”

Your brows furrow, “I-i mean yeah..”

Tori sighs softly, her face suddenly serious.

“I think you should go to the doctor.”

You scoff, pushing yourself off of the locker, “Tori, I’m not pregnant.”

but what if, right?

Tori shrugs her shoulders as she returns to whatever she was doing in her locker.

It couldn’t hurt right? You’d like to stop throwing up anyways.

So after school, you take the train towards the doctors office.

You fill out your name on the sheet and sit down and wait until they call your name.

You’re not pregnant, no way- you and Minato are always careful.

“Y/N?” The nurse calls your name softly.

You perk up and walk through the door, you follow the nurse. Is it bad you’re a little worried?

You explain to her why you’re here, then they just do a basic procedure. Taking blood, height, weight, etc.

You kick your legs gently against the floor, waiting patiently for them to just tell you you’ve got a stomach virus and pump you full of drugs.

The nurse knocks before opening the door, she has a gentle small on her face.

“You’re pregnant!” She says.

she continues talking but, you block her voice out.

Pregnant? Fucking pregnant?

What would your mother say- your father?

what would Minato say.

The nurse taps your knee softly, “I know it’s a lot to hear for someone of your age, 16 and all.”

not to mention you where going to one of the best hero schools.

what about your future?

What would this…thing- do to it?

Your zone out through the rest of the visit, you sit quietly and alone on the train back home.

you walk back to the house, unlocking the door and walking in, your mother and sister and sitting in the living room laughing.

They look towards your distraught face.

Your mother mouths something along the lines of, “come here sweetie.”

You sit on the chair that’s next to the couch.

Your voice dies when you try to speak.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” You mothers voices shakes, you stare at your sister.

You’re setting a terrible example.

your mother always said you could talk to her.

but this? how would she react- how?

“I’m pregnant.”

The room is silent before your mother covers her mouth.

her eyes blown wide.

Your sister mumbles a small, “what?”

Your watch your mother curl into herself as she starts to sob.

You don’t understand why you can’t cry.

Your father quickly stomps down the stairs at his wifes cries.

“What’s wrong?” He asks loudly.

Your mother points a shaking hand at you, “she’s fucking pregnant!”

You can hear the distain in her voice.

Your father only takes a deep breath in before resting his head against the wall.

You thought you would make your parents proud by being a hero, but now look at you.

You need this baby out of your life.

The rest of the night is a blur.

The rest of the week is a blur aside from the conversation you had with your father.

“You’re gonna be a hero Y/N, you don’t need a child in your life.” He voices is more stern than usual.

“I know dad.”

He cups your hands gently, “you need to get rid of it.”

You voice shakes when you respond.

“I know.”

“It”, he says.

Were you referred as that when your mother was pregnant?

You take the train to the doctor’s office, you don’t need a kid in your life- you barely know how to take care of one.

You’re only a kid too.

When you walk towards the front desk, the nurse recognizes you.

“Mrs. Tokoyami! Came to check up on the baby?” She smiles.

You stay quiet for a moment, no- no you came to get rid of it.

She stares at you with those kind eyes.

“We could do an ultra sound if you want?”

No, you need to get rid of it.

you have to.

Just tell her Y/N.

Your brows furrow, “a what?”

the nurse chuckles softly, “an ultrasound? So you can see your baby.”

No, the thought repeats over and over. Thought the words never come out of your mouth.

Your voice is barely audible when you respond, “I’d like that.”

Your father would be furious.

The nurse walks your towards a room with a machine.

Your mother is already disappointed.

She lays your down on the table, its soft.

look at the example your setting for your little sister.

The gel is cool when she places it onto stomach, she looks concentrated.

Look at what person you’re becoming.

Until a bright smile comes onto her face, “there they are.”

You look towards the screen, it’s a little hard to make out but you can see them.

it’s small.

She hands you a photo when you come back to the front desk to pay.

it’s the baby.

When you take the train home you can’t stop staring at it.

You were supposed to get rid of it.

You walk into your house, knees on the brink of buckling.

your family sits in the living room, they’re expecting something.

Your voice breaks, “I couldn’t do it.”

Your father rolls his eyes with a sigh, standing up quickly and walking past you.

Your mother places her face into her palms, sighing deeply.

“I-I was thinking of giving them to another family.” you say quickly.

You mother perks up, “alright.”

Your try to continue speaking but your mom ends up blocking you out.

You stumble your way up stairs towards your room, you walk past your sisters but she’s not in her bed.

She’s in yours when you open the door to your room.

Your sister looks up at your, she’s sitting on the bed.

“I over heard that your keeping it.” She tries not to smile.

Your face scrunches, “Why’re you happy about that?”

Your sister excitedly pats the space next to her, you sit on it.

“I wanna be an auntie.” She grins.

You sigh softly, “you can’t, I’m giving them to another family.”

Your sister pouts, “why, she’s yours..”

“Don’t assume the gender.”

Your sister groans, “I want it to be a girl!”

You crack a smile, “too bad, he’ll be a boy.”

a boy, it’s a nice thought.

“You don’t know that.” She playfully pushes you.

You push her back, “I’m the mom so I decided the gender!”

Your sister giggles as her back hits the bed.

You slam yourself next to her staring up at the glow in the dark stars on your roof, you forced your dad to put them up when you were younger.

“Can I name it?” Your sister asks excitedly.

“No, fumiko.”

She groans loudly, crossing her arms together tightly.

Your room stays quiet for a considerable amount of time, you almost believe that your sister fell asleep but she’s still staring at the room with you.

“I think you should keep it forever.” Her voice is small.

“I want to be a hero.”

You have to be.

your sister hums then gets up and leaves you alone.

it’s just you alone in your room.

you feel like it’s always been that way.

You have to tell Minato, you have a date tomorrow anyways.

At that little diner, the one with the red, dull paint that’s cracking off the walls.

The next day, you meet with Minato.

you sit in-front of him, you look slightly drained he notices.

“Everything okay?” His voice breaks you out of your trance.

You grab his hands softly, “I’m- I’m pregnant.”

Minatos jaw drops slightly, “and it’s mine?”

You nod softly, but Minato takes his hands away from yours.

You look up confused, Minatos face is scrunched up in…anger?

“We’re done.”

what?

You try to bargain, “Minato-“

“Y/N I’m trying to be a hero, not- not a father?!” Minato stands ups quickly and storms out of the diner.

you can feel the eyes on you, the judgement.

this thing, is ruining your life.

the next month is a blur, you talked to your sister a lot, Tori noticed a change in you but she never asked.

You go back to the doctor, apparently you’ve been pregnant for about three months, they say they can find out the gender of you wanted.

you couldn’t stop yourself from being curious but you declined anyway, no point in creating an attachment to something that you’ll give to another family soon.

One that they deserve.

You’d be a shit mother anyway, that’s what you think.

worst part about it is that your starting to show more, kids at school are starting to notice.

Tori does too.

You’re sitting down near a tree eating your lunch when she confronts you about it.

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you.” Her voice is calm.

You nod softly, Tori sighs a sits next to you.

“What’s the gender?”

You shrug, you wouldn’t know- you didn’t care to ask.

Tori hums, “what do you want it to be?”

You pull your knees into your chest, not responding.

“I think I’d like it to be a cute little girl.” She smiles looking off into the clouds.

“A boy.” You mumble quietly.

Tori gags, “boys are terrible!”

You giggle softly, “yeah, they are.”

Tori wrap her arm around your shoulder, placing her head onto yours.

“You keeping it? Or putting it through the whole adoption thing.” Her voice is soft, considerate.

“Adoption.”

Tori stays quiet for a moment, “I could help you, if you wanna keep her.”

You look down at your feet, “I’d have to quit school.”

Tori groans dramatically, “Being a hero isn’t all that anyways, I’d know cause I’m in the support course.”

You stay quiet as Tori continues talking about how hero’s truly aren’t amazing, that they’re enough in the world and no one would be angry if you decided not to be one.

“You could be a nurse yknow, you’d still be helping people.” She pats your shoulder.

You hum, being a hero was always your dream. Would you really give up all the hard work you’ve done over some kid?

“He’ll be better off with a different family, I don’t want him.” You say quietly and stern.

Tori giggles- why is she laughing?

your being serious aren’t you?

“Referring to it as a he, even thought you don’t care? whatever you say Tokoyami.” Tori ruffles your hair as she stands up.

You look up towards her, brows furrowed.

“Call me if decided to keep “him”, okay Tokoyami?”

You nod softly, watching her walk away towards the school building. Your next class is about to start, maybe you should join her.

You stand up and jog over next to her, walking quietly beside eachother.

maybe this pregnancy won’t be so terrible with Tori next to you.

Month 6, your parents called the principal and convinced him to let you off of school until the baby comes.

So now alll you can do is stay at home and wait.

At least you won’t have to see Minato anymore.

Month 7

Tori comes over to your house a lot, always bringing the most disgustingly “pregnancy craving” foods you’ve ever seen.

It’s the thought that counts though right?

Your mother continues to either ignore you, or nit pick everything you do.

your father doesn’t really talk to you like he used to.

Your sister won’t stop talking, about the baby specifically.

You wish it would stop.

Month 8

It’s closer to your due date, your just want him out.

Him.

Why do you keep referring to it like that, it’s not yours so what’s the point.

Maybe it’s to spite Tori, she wants it to be a girl- so does your sister.

it doesn’t matter though, once he’s- it’s. Once it’s out you can continue your dream of being a hero.

you have to.

Month 9, Tori won’t stop talking about him.

“Aren’t you excited? Even a little bit?” Her voice shows it, how happy she is.

your voice is bare, “excited to get him out? Yes.”

Tori is quiet.

then you are quiet.

“It wouldn’t be terrible to be a mom.” Her voice goes soft.

“You don’t understand.”

Her voice rises, “I’m trying to.”

And then it’s quiet again, would it be terrible?

you think it’s the worst thought ever to be thinked.

The thought becomes even worse as you walk around your hospital room, in pain.

Your parents decided they didn’t want to be there, that’s fine.

everyone will forget this little bump in your life.

the numbing pain that flows through your body when you go into labor.

the tightness of your grasp as you hold a nurses hand, later she says she feels like it almost broke.

the pain your head experiences as the thought, “get out” repeats.

then, it’s calm.

it’s out, your free.

why isn’t it crying?

you look up, your eyes are blurry- your heart feels heavy.

Is he okay?

Then he cries, you let out a breath of relief you never knew you had.

“It’s a boy.” The doctor says.

Then he is placed next to you, his fingers are so small.

everything else goes away, it’s just you and him now.

Then they take him away.

And you can finally rest.

Later your woken up, Tori’s next to you.

“He’s cute” you hear her say.

You laugh, Tori smiles.

Your sister walks in, she wanted to come- begged your parents to take her.

She excitedly sits down next to you.

“Fumiko…” you say softly.

She replies but you never comprehend the words.

Then later they ask you what his name will be. maybe it only took you a minute or two to name him.

You liked the way it rolled off your tongue.

Then you were discharged from the hospital, your son in your hands.

It’s weird to think that you made him.

Is it bad you felt some sort of pride in your chest?

Tori let you stay with her, you couldn’t face your parents.

The room the lent you was small but it was enough for the two of you.

You and him.

He is cute isn’t he? Small fingers, a face that looks just like his father’s but it didn’t fill you with hate- only love.

Instead of being alone, he was there with you.

His eyes are big, he coos softly.

“Hi Fumikage…” you say softly.

It’s just you and Fumikage now, maybe being a hero can wait.

You want to be his hero.

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AN: wazzuppp guys…so i definitely have been a tiny bit busy but i decided to finally sit down a finish this prequel! (Don’t ask me when I’m finishing accidental nab bro) don’t know what my next fanfic will be about…figuring it out currently cause now i actually have time to write.. ANYWAYS LOVE YOU GUYS SMMM I MISSED YOUUU!!

#anime #fanfics #mha #fumimage tokoyami #my hero academia #mha fumikage #bnha fumikage #bnha #motherhen

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mayxo-hxh · 1 month ago

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What are your fave hisoillu fics?? :3 (I trust yr opinion heavy)

I love getting the opportunity to yap about my fav hisoillu fics because there really arent that many I like. And Ive yapped abt them before but i still love re-yapping abt them over and over. And so. Inhales. DEALER AND MIND THE SCARS!!!!!!!!

Are you into a hisoillu get-together story. Not from the very beginning, just from a comfortable point of their already existing relationship? Dealer. Dealer dealer dealer. One of the first fics ive read abt hisoillu back in 2020 and one I am still heavily fond of to this day. Their characterizations, ESPECIALLY HISOKAAAA, is so good. soooooooo good.

I could genuinely go on and on about every little detail and scenes i adore. And guess what... it has a SEQUELLLLL!!! Sequel one shots called break even!! Just as good!! I dont get why no one ever recommends this fic when recommending hisoillu fics in general like theres no way im the only devoted fan right. COME ON. READ DEALER!!!!!! READ BREAK-EVEN!!!!!!!!!

Now wait. hear me OUT. Are you into. Hisoka being vulnerable. Hisoka post chrollo fight meeting back up with illumi and dealing with the aftermath of the injuries. and do u like it all going so wrong it gets u in ur feels until it goes right and u start bawling in ur double feels. do u like the involvement of leorio and a possible teamup of him and illumi. do u like killua finding out his older brother is dating hisoka in the worst-funniest way possible. DO U LIKE ALLUKA. u MUSt. MUSTTTT. read mind the scars. MIND THE SCARRRSSSSSSS. I cannot fucking stress this enough. One of-- dare I say THE best written fic for hisoillu on ao3. Its a masterpiece from the ground up. I would even recommend it over dealer. Thats how badly I NEED you to read it. If mind the scars has no fans then im dead.

sorry for the extremely messy reply-- i havent slept in over 24 hours bcs of semester submission withdrawals lmao.

Anyways!! As always, I also have my bookmarks on AO3 that recommend some hisoillu fics that i found worthwhile to read ^^

and if u fuck with my hcs... then ull also fuck with my own fics!! (on the same account) But I gotta warn, theyre VERY specifically made Just For Me. It may not be a very general cup of tea for everyone. demi virgin hisoillu, trans hisoka, and my favorite stupid au where hisoka is a mermaid and illumi is a human diver-- u get my drift. I'm the target audience. I self indulge HARD and generally write my fics for myself, or rather what I wish to see more of in the fandom, based on my niche hcs.

Have fun!!! (join the mind the scars fanbase NOWWWW)(pls)

#asks #hisoillu #hisoka x illumi #hisoka #illumi

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crazylittlejester · 16 days ago

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You've mentioned projecting actual stuff from your life onto Wars and I just. I have to ask. Did you also realize that you liked men via crawling out a window

(edit: yap warning, because for some reason i wrote way more than was necessary and lore dropped things i certainly didn’t need to but my head hurts too bad to skim through and cut things out so yippee enjoy the not asked for history of me being bi)

god i fucking wish that’s much more iconic than the truth- tho i have done plenty of crawling out of windows before (Actually now that I’m thinking about it, I made someone I crawled out a window with realize THEY liked men- And also question their gender- and then a good bit later I dated that person)

when did i realize i liked men? the second baby me set eyes on orlando bloom as will turner, pirates of the caribbean is 100% responsible for me being bisexual /j

when did i realize I Liked Men and that, in the conservative environment i was raised in, that was “Not Normal” and therefore made me gay: at 11 years old when my school had an assembly to talk about why you shouldn’t be attracted to the same gender and i broke down crying afterwards lmao

as a demisexual biromantic autistic guy you gotta understand for a good long while i thought i was living the universal experience and that people were lying when they said they were only attracted to one gender. i thought sexual attraction was fake- for years- and because i was raised in such a religious environment where people do not talk about sex or sexuality i went 11 years without truly realizing what being queer WAS. so finally realizing what being gay meant and what the reality of not being straight in the community i was in was was genuinely devastating because i realized very quickly that i was different and all the people around me would hate me for it

while pirates of the caribbean is definitely Thee bisexual movie, in all seriousness I don’t think i ever realized i liked men. i just always did, but i realized the ‘consequences’ of that in the eyes of the church at a middle school assembly, and i dealt with a lot of internalized homophobia for years after that

and then the first person i ever dated was a man, who kept telling me he wasn’t gay which… m not sure how dating another dude makes you straight but alright….

ANYWAYS yeah, i defeated my internalized homophobia by kissing men and climbing out windows and then making more people gay. not as iconic as Warriors, but 🤷‍♂️

also just to be so so so crystal clear to anyone seeing this: my blog is a safe space 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ i do not tolerate homophobia or transphobia of any kind. i know firsthand what it’s like to have to hide who you are and to have to realize there are people in your life that you still love even though who you’re attracted to has weakened THEIR love for you, and i can’t control the world but this blog WILL be a safe space for people to be themselves. and to any queer person reading this who’s been feeling really down and stressed about everything thats going on, i love you and im here for you if you need it. you’re not alone

#i don’t tolerate hate on this blog and i want it to be a safe space for EVERYONE #not just if you’re gay #but because this post was specifically about the queer experience and i experienced homophobia directed at me today #i just wanted to remind my fellow LGBTQ people that y’all are loved and supported here #because i need the reminder im not alone sometimes too #jes ask #jes rants

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kelocitta · 2 months ago

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I won't lie 2024 was very rough for me. One of my childhood cats has been on cancer medication for a couple years now and had a pretty bad health dive over summer/fall that shes still recovering from (Although shes stable and much better, and it looks like shes still in remission) and thats part of why I wasn't doing much, I spent several weeks as basically an on-call 24/7 nurse for just her and it was rattling me pretty bad for a bit.

And then on top of that wild animals keep breaking into my room??? I had a rat in my room keeping me up at night (especially with a sick cat) of October/November and before that I got woken up one day to a large rat snake checking out my door handle worked. Its a very good thing im an animal nerd lmao. Anyway, I hope 2025 is better. Or at least less stressful. I'm a bit hopeful because December, while I haven't made anything fancy, I have been drawing a bit more. I'm really looking forward to artmonth too. Five years if I do it... it will be over 150 pieces of fanart for rain world from art month alone. Crazy huh

#t.extpost #might delete later but yea these months have been rough man #lets hope im outta the mud for a bit

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ultra-raging-ghost · 11 months ago

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OKKKKK i took a little bit i organized my thoughts i picked through my feelings, i will say i have complicated feelings on q leaving his administrative position in the project (Hopeful it relieves a lot of his stress, empathetic because i know it mustve been hard for him to step down for the reason he did) but theres not much to say about it that i can say. I will say, that while Lea's original statement may have been well intentioned, it was ultimately a net negative for the whole situation, and the statements and leaks she spread afterwards only make it worse. I understand her upset and trauma, but it wasnt an excuse for really anything and she shouldve had someone advising her or at least a second thought before posting everything. I think she misused her platform, especially when doxxing Q. Public doesnt always mean public, and while everyone could have gotten his full name not everyone knew they couldve and not only posting it but also justifying it on such a large platform on twitter of all places was so irresponsible and frankly shows her forethought. My personal thoughts on her intentions in making all of this public are irrelevant, and as an ex-admin i support her but as a person i honestly dont. I kinda knew as soon as the doxxing occured that q would step down, which is why im not super surprised he did, but i am surprised she didnt think the same thing.

That being said, i havent seen it myself but ive been told some people on here have wished lea to literally kill herself which is kinda wild?? Im not happy with her but thats kinda crazyyyyyy

All in all i hope she never has to experience what Q is experiencing right now, and from now on im honestly not gonna be posting or rbing updates about her or info from her specifically - i just cant get behind it now.

on the plus side!! The project is continuing, as well as other projects Q is gonna do!! im very happy about that, im excited to see future changes, and im sticking with the qsmp and my little kingdom (all of the seven cucuhalo shippers on here lmao) :D excited to continue this with you all, hopefully the rest of april is quiet (knock on wood)

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #qadmin situation #admingate

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the-kipsabian · 2 months ago

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786 words orangekip if you squint. can be read as gen tho

on ao3

i had a lot of feelings last night post dynamite so. heres a little kip-centric hurt/comfort thing about the thoughts and feelings of the patriarchy seemingly forgetting him at ringside after the match. im coping with a stressful week really well lmao

@basil-the-scorned (since you wanted it im tagging you in this i hope thats okay 💜)

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He couldn’t see.

Every sound entering into his consciousness was barely more than a beat and white noise. Flashes behind his eyes, throbbing against the inside of his forehead. Everything ached.

The first thing Kip could taste was faint copper, but his brain was too busy with the lack of other senses to figure out where he was bleeding from. The noises around him became loud boos, incoherent noises made by a seemingly large sea of people around him. Kip wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, he did remember being at ringside but everything past that was a blur.

Opening his eyes he could barely see, a thick stream of tears from the pain flooding his entire vision. The lights were blurry, or had they always looked like that? It had been a while since Kip had taken a little nap like this underneath the ring lights, the view might have had changed in that time. Either way, he couldn’t tell.

A distorted voice asked if he was okay. He didn’t really know how to respond. Kip’s head was still pounding, eyes trying to focus on at least something, all words disappearing from his head as he opened his mouth, closing it again as the taste of copper became stronger.

He could feel a faint arm around his neck. His hand reached up on instinct, the phantom pain of earlier events fading fast as Kip touched his own neck. It was good to know his head was still on his own shoulders, at least.

Someone helped him to sit up, asking him the same question again. Kip could feel himself getting irritated, it was an innocent question, but the answer should have been obvious. He didn’t answer, at least not verbally, but his head made some sort of a motion, a twisted guess between a nod and a shake. He wasn’t quite sure himself, but feeling arms around his body and getting helped up from what seemed to be the floor, Kip didn’t at least resist against the help.

His feet moved on their own. Leaning against a body of what Kip hoped to be another person, he allowed himself to be directed out, back, away from the bright lights and loud sounds and what seemed to be a crowd of people. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t remember, couldn’t place himself at the moment. It was all very frustrating, confusing, and it all made the pain in his head so much worse.

The sweet darkness of the backstage swallowed him, faster than Kip had expected. Everything was still loud, but it was tolerable, allowing him to finally breathe a little bit easier. His vision was still blurry, Kip watching the world through a foggy window he had no desire to clean. In a way, it felt freeing, not identifying any faces or bodies in his way, not knowing who was perceiving him in this sad state and who didn’t give a shit.

He felt a smile tuck on the corner of his lips. The taste of copper came back soon after, wiping it away.

Kip closed his eyes, allowing himself to be dragged to wherever he was going. He didn’t care much. The darkness and the muffled voices allowed him to think more. He was starting to slowly remember everything. But most importantly, on top of everything, he could finally place the feeling that had been pounding in his chest this entire time.

Loneliness.

He was alone. They left him. They left without him.

Did they care? Had they ever cared to begin with?

Without having answers to those questions or anyone to ask them from, Kip felt himself coming to a sudden halt. He made a sound, an annoyed groan, forcing his eyes open. The fog had lifted a little, forming a face in front of him.

He didn’t need much to recognize the pair of sunglasses and the familiar voice saying he’ll take it from there.

Kip was trusted into his arms, immediately pulled into what felt like the most comfortable, safest place he had ever been. Kip slowly melted against him, the first feeling hitting him being the denim against the skin of his arms. The breath he let out was shaky, feeling a hand brushing through his hair.

He was grounded so fast he almost wanted to scream, feeling the emotions and the memory of what had just happened at ringside rushing at him at the speed of a bullet train with no way of stopping it.

And all Kip could do was let out a quiet sob.

“It’s okay.” A soft kiss was pressed against his temple as Cassidy stood there, just holding him. “I got you. You’re okay.”

#night writes #wrestling #fanfic #orangekip #again only if you squint but its there in my heart so into the tag it goes lmao #this passed peer review last night so thats why im comfortable offering it up even if this is only the second day this month ive #written things at all ough. i hate december so much #but heres something sweet. i think

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i want to hear about the dirkjohn mpreg. how long does dirk wait before telling john. whats their relationship like before and after the mpreg. what dumbfuck name do they give their baby

HEEEELLLOOOOO ANON!!!! i am oh so happy about your inquiry. inquirIES even. (hella long post incoming)

this is such a fun and also unreasonably hard collection of questions to answer because we have like……. so so so many different dirkjohns we play around with like little barbie dolls in our spare time that its difficult to pick just ONE set of them to talk abt. ESPECIALLY when it comes to mpreg cause its literally like we have a dirkjohn that has this kid, a dirkjohn that has THIS kid, and a dirkjohn that has that kid!

id love to talk about All of them in This Post but 1 oh my god that would take forever and 2 i would definitely remember something wrong and that would haunt me FOR….. EVER…. so i think just for easiness sake (and my own) i will just go with dear sweet little casey for now because i know we have DEFINITELY given her the most love and attention compared to the others . unintentionally i swear. we just love her a lot <3

i guess with all that being said im accidentally going backwards in answering these LMAO the dumbfuck name they give their baby is actually somehow not THAT dumbfuck of name to give a baby at all as it turns out! maybe thats just because we dont really love giving dirkjohn kids these Really Out There names to be honest. we see that as more of a jakedavekat thing than a dirkjohn thing. dirkjohn are Serious about this baby thing. and believe me. that baby. Is a Thing.

as for their relationship BEFORE the mpreg… well…… theyer in looooovvveeee. la dee dee la dee da they are just . so happy. so happy and so in love. a typical day for them is literally wake up, cuddle, kiss, eventually get up and john makes them coffee and then breakfast. they eat and john reads the fuckin NEWSPAPER of all things after while dirk does the dishes <3 and THEN they watch tv.they watch tv for a whiiiiile until either Fuck Nothing is on or they remember heeeey. they have errands or chores to do. errands is an always john thing or an always do together thing, but never JUST a dirk thing. he does not like going to places by himself and john Obviously isnt going to make him. chores however are anyones game, but they do have a system of who does what like each week or each day because thats GROSS and theyre in LOVE. have i said that theyre in love yet btw i think i have!!!!!!!!!!!!!

after that its the evening time Free For All where they could get into Anything before its time for dinner. on MOST days this time is just hobby time for both of them really. dirk works on some little something in the garage, john looks up more recipes to try, they fuck, then they have dinner! it’s great! after they get ready for bed they either watch a little more tv before hitting the hay, or john reads a book with dirk cuddled up next to him for a little. thats very important. very important, and very mundane. in a good way of course.

john really thrives off of mundane i think, and dirk does too, albeit in his own slightly different dirk way. routine is good for them, and it can be pretty tough when that routine is poof. down the shitter and well . its really needless to say that said their routine goes a Biiiiit fucking haywire when they find out the reason dirks been throwing up and just generally Feeling like Shit is because he is somehow Pregnant.

ok hi its Pod on the mic (the other one) to answer the last question because Tide is honk shooooo ok ANYWAY. thank you for the ask anon <3. to answer the last question!! the After mpreg. it’s worth noting that this is the work of ult dirk, so, do what you will with that information. that’s a whole other can of worms that is worthy of its own post (or like 100k+ word fic that will probably be perpetually in the works, but you didn’t hear that from me)

during The Mpreg dirk’s pretty stressed and confused because why is this happening. he has a whole dick and balls. but as they say. things will Always Keep Happening. john kinda stops questioning the how after a while and tries to have a more positive outlook on it, which soothes dirks mind a little but goddamn it is a Rough pregnancy for him. he goes through it and john is supporting him 110%, and even makes sure to keep it on the downlow among their friends since dirk Really doesn’t want anyone to see him while he’s sick almost every other day.

once their little Thing is born they go with the excuse of ectobiology, and let me tell you it was Very difficult to hide for the last few months.

as mentioned dirk was really anxious, specifically about being a parent in general, but luckily for him john was and is more than supportive about assuring him he is and that just because some version of him wasn’t a good one doesn’t mean he, himself, in this current time, doesn’t have any potential to be. it eased dirks mind a little, but it didn’t really set in until he was holding her in his arms. kind of like an instant familial switch flipped on in his brain. to “lock in” (sorry never using this terminology again i’m too old for that)

they have a girl! her name is casey. yes, after the girl from con air. yes, after the salamander. it was difficult for them to come to an agreement on the name, especially with john’s connection to it, having lost casey the salamander due to health complications years prior. in a way it was john coming to terms with his grief, even if it’s a little selfish, but despite the sad memories it reminds him of what it was like when he was a caregiver alongside dirk. plus he just likes the name casey. at the bottom of this post we have a sprite and doodle of her <3

they are very happy with their little family of 3, still have no idea how it happened, but are very glad it happened

if you know what her shirt symbol is a reference to (hint hint loading screen of a 2004 video game) you are officially vip member of the blog realtidepod where you get absolutely nothing except SUPER COOL GUY status. thank you for the ask anon, sorry for the lengthy reply lmao, we love dirkjohn a lot <3

#as mentioned we have. so many dirkjohns who have little Things #we even have 2 versions of casey!! ok actually 3 #we spend a lot of time talking about them. the dirkjohn non-cinematic universe. the DJNCU. marvel wishes they were us #dirkjohn #i love dirkjohn mpreg #casey egbert-strider #tideart

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