#the egg story

[northernexposureonly]

SHELLY: I had an egg once. Not to eat. To, you know, grow. My Aunt Marge gave it to me. She said if I kept it warm, it would hatch. My dad said Marge was a wacko. It was just a plain old supermarket egg. But I believed her. At night, I kept it nice and cozy under a lamp. And during the daytime, I carried it around in a sock under my sweater.

LEONARD: What happened?

SHELLY: Nothing Zippo. After six months, my dad said he didn't want a rotten egg in the house… ‘cause it might break and stink up the place. But... I couldn't just dump it in the trash. I had to see what was inside, you know. So I cracked it open. Inside there was this little bitty chick. He'd been dead a long time. I mean a long, long time. I was real bummed. But, at least, my Aunt Marge wasn't crazy.

LEONARD: That's a very interesting story.

NORTHERN EXPOSURE 3.19 Wake Up Call

[20y2]

I / II / III / IV / V

[backyardboytoy]

I would LOVE to be a seedbed for hire for whatever tentacle being needs a quality incubator for a week. Just agreeing on the yes's and no's and taking the payment and walking into a writhing flesh pit of tentacles.

Being held in the air and having your hole stuffed by either one huge tentacle or multiple at the same time in the same hole. Gooey cum fillings that leave your middle stuffed heavy unable to carry all of it. So cum spatters on the floor and stains your inner thighs.

Being injected by what you agreed upon. An aphrodisiac that makes you cum harder than you ever have before? An agent that lets your hole stretch more than it ever has before? A breeding potion that makes you only think about being the perfect seedbed and nothing more? An inducer that makes your nipples spray milk like a neglected cow as soon as you swallow it? ... What did you agree on again?

Maybe you agreed to let them body mod you however they liked for the week so they could mold you to be the perfect incubator. ... was that this client?

Hole clentching and clentching hard on the length(s) pistioning in and out of you with a purpose. Cum sloppily pouring into you at a rate that has you laughing near cum drunk. Dazidly trying to remember if this client only pushed cum into you or if you'll have to prepare for an egg clutch... or a couple.

Whatever! You're getting paid great, to be the perfect seedbed for them. You already discussed the details anyway... ♡

[egophiliac]

I've had a beast of a cold for the last few days, but I wanted to get this out before the new year! while I've sort of made my peace with my first take on Lilia's UM poster, I really wanted to do a version with the new context that chapter 6 gave us. because. c'mon.

(don't worry, Lilia can carry ALL HIS KIDS AT ONCE)

[eggsploded]

heiress eternal

[aingeal98]

The way Orv will dangle the basic premise in front of you like a set of keys and have you going "Ha! So Joonghyuk is the novel's protagonist but Dokja is OUR main character." and you're so busy enjoying that layer of meta text that you don't notice their other hand winding up the Han Sooyoung hammer to whack you with.

[selenedistress]

[ladyddanger]

thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.

In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.

When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.

If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.

There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.

On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.

On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.

If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.

An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.

[quillpokebiology]

Thinking about that one Blaziken on that cooking show who refused to eat food shaped like Torchic

[tsykku]

All stories must come to an end,

But what a wonderful story it was.

Thank you <3.

[northernexposureonly]

SHELLY: Don't get down on yourself, Dr. Fleischman. I mean, 'cause you didn't guess right. […] See, Leonard and I had this heart-to-heart. That's when I told him the egg story. That's how come he knew.

NORTHERN EXPOSURE 3.19 Wake Up Call

[20y2]

I / II / III / IV / V

[lushloooser]

it’s 2:41 in the morning, you’re working the register of a Gotham City bodega when you see these three mentally disturbed lesbians patiently waiting in line, WYD?

Commission of my depictions of the Sirens by @frijolbean!!! their art is so rad and they are so rad, and I’m not gonna be normal about this for like at least a month 🫨😵‍💫😭💝🤪🤪🤪

you can read about them here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32299885

[fizzytoo]

[tequiilasunriise]

happy hatching day to one (1!!!) yang xiao long!!

[greenqueenhightower]

The fact that Geeta Patel doesn’t know that F&B heavily implies that Elissa Farman took the eggs that would come to Daenerys’ hands and that Rhaena carries three eggs to the Vale, with one of them hatching to a dragon, thus leaving only two, and that GRRM made this decision purposefully, so that we know that Daenerys’ eggs don’t come from Rhaena, is disconcerting.

I’m starting to believe that the writers/producers/directors/showrunners have either never read Fire & Blood, or lack basic-level critical thinking skills.