#they're continuing to grow and develop them

[shellem15]

Putting my shitposting aside, I really do think that this "turn the gods mortal" plan is the pest possible outcome out of a host of bad options. The most obvious choice (and most reasonable in-text), keeping the god-eater locked up, is fucking boring. Sorry, it just is.

You can't wave a big red button in front of your audience for 60+ episodes and then *not* press it . Now, if the entire narrative up until this point had been "we *have* to stop the button from being pressed," then that's a different story. Your narrative buildup would have been focused around keeping that tin-can tightly shut, and so the other option (opening it) would be completely out of left field and narratively wack.

But that's not what happened in this case. Here, the buildup was about "will they won't they". And at the point Bells Hells were at immediately prior to stepping into that cage, anything else would have been a dramatic letdown. You can't just go "I might press the button" for so long and then *not* press the button at the last second without a damn good (well-developed and character-driven) reason.

But, on the other hand, slamming down that button no-shits given and going "fuck you" to the gods entirely would ALSO be unsatisfying. Why? Because Downfall, that's why.

Downfall made the gods truly *characters* instead of just set-pieces. If you didn't watch cr1 or cr2, you'd have no reason to care about these guys *until* downfall. The audience is invested in them now, and because of that investment we want to see a satisfying conclusion to their stories. Simply going "they're dead/gone now. deal with it" is not satisfying. It feels disrespectful, almost. Like they're just an afterthought and the investment the cast deliberately built up in the audience just doesn't matter.

It's the "rocks fall everyone dies" ending for the gods. And that sucks.

This is why this third option is SO GOOD in comparison. Because it manages to find the best of both worlds! You're pressing the big red button, thereby avoiding the dramatic letdown, while also not screwing over these important characters. It shakes up the world and makes things super interesting going forward, while also allowing the gods to continue *their* stories and develop and grow in ways not previously possible.

You gotta love a "Yes, and" type ending. Its a perfect setup for future campaigns.

...Also, goddlers!!!

[electricea]

also on an added note, it's just fascinating how people can rework or change their oc's over the years - maybe they started as something but became something else or in a lot of instances, you see younger and inexperienced writers who slowly form and mature and develop and fully round out these characters. i'm not the best at reaching out and asking but i do love to hear about your character has grown or evolved over the years or hearing about your verses or ideas, so those are also always welcome here. be proud of what you've done and how far you've come, you deserve it.

[doux-amer]

Revenant is soooo mid which is disappointing because I was looking forward to it due to the actors and writer (this isn’t a flop like Jirisan, which I gave up on after 2–3 episodes, but it’s not really good). BUT. BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m suffering from “poor little meow meow middle-aged man” deficiency and Professor Yeom Haesang suffers so much. I can’t believe I was like “Oh...okay” about his casting because I’m planting my palms against his windows, peering at him in his little cage and being fed because he’s had the worst life ever and it keeps getting worse. HAESANG *____*<3

[heli-writes]

A dragon's heart

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: Heavy violence in the last part, throat cutting and gutting of human people, mentions of rape (no visual description!), swearing

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Part 1, Part 2

Series Masterlist

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People don't dare to speak about them out loud. Afraid that it would manifest them. They would only speak about them only in whispers behind closed doors. Fathers would tell their sons that it's better to flee than to fight. Don't play the hero. You can't win a fight against them, no one can. Mothers tell their daughters about the horrors they commit. You'd rather be dead than be captured by them. The women they don't kill after they're done, don't last more than a week. Y/n heard all the stories growing up. Some are more horrifying than others. Y/n has never lived in one place for too long. Her people have always been wanderers, offering their services and wares to the villages they pass through. So, she's come to hear a great deal of stories in her lifetime.

In the past two years, life has been unfortunate for y/n. The wandering folk have always been victims of bandits waiting on the side of the road. They've found ways to defend themselves but bandit activity has risen in the past years due to the barbarians attacking and raiding places all over the kingdom. Like sharks smelling blood, other low-life criminals start to crawl out of their holes, sensing an opportunity to gain some coin and women for themselves. Y/n's group has been attacked quite a few times over the last two years, decimating their numbers bit by bit. Having lost people, coins and wares, the last winter was harsh. Those, who didn't starve to death, died due to the harsh cold or infection that followed soon after. After that winter, there weren't many left of them and the survivors started to question if their way of life was still liveable in the current condition. Eventually, the group dismembered. Not all at once, but one by one. People found other work or opportunities in the villages they passed through. A better prospect of life. Even y/n's elder brother, her only surviving family member, left this spring and enrolled in the military service of the king. He tried to convince her to come with her and settle down in the capital. But y/n can't imagine such a life. Being used to living in the open, in tents and wagons, she developed a distaste for sleeping in houses made of stone. It gives her nightmares. The thought that the house might crumble and its stones burying her alive, scares her to death.

Eventually, y/n ends up alone. Only her, her tent, and a wagon her parents left behind. She tried keeping up the life of a wanderer until her donkey died of old age and she had no coin to buy a new one. Having no opportunity to continue to pull her wagon, she was forced to settle closeby to a small settlement. Here's the thing. Villagers are usually nice to the wandering folk. They're happy to trade with them and the change of pace and stories they bring with them. However, they are not keen on having them in their life permanently. It's nice to have them around for a couple of days, but it's also good when they move on. Then there are the prejudices. Often people put y/n's kind into the same box as other people without a permanent residence like bandits, homeless people, or moving brothels. So, people weren't too happy when y/n put up her tent close to the village entrance.

You see, most people don't treat y/n unkindly as long as she keeps her distance and has the proper coin when she needs to buy something. They even trust her enough to buy her wares but they're not very inclusive. So y/n does not really find any friends or social connections and she is aware of the demeaning glances and sneers people give her when they think she's not looking. She's trying to save up coins for a new donkey and hopes to find her brother. Maybe convincing him to leave the military. Or at least to find a more inviting place than where she is now.

Today's the celebration of the long day. It's the longest day of the year and the people celebrate the daylight for blessing their fields and fruits. There's a festival in the village with dances, beverages and lots of music. It gives y/n some consolation that the village people are celebrating this day. It's a big festival for her people with different traditions and rituals that are held all day and night. This year y/n tried to do as many of them on her own, but it's just not the same without your family around. So, she's glad she can go into the village and take part in the buzzing celebration. Though 'take part' is probably a bit too much. She probably will buy a cup of fruit wine and watch the hustle and bustle of the villagers. It's not like anybody would want to dance with her. After all, she has no real prospect of marriage around here. Nobody would let their son court and marry a woman like her. Not that y/n is interested in any of the young men she's seen in the village. She finds most of them quite close-minded and not very driven.

Y/n wears a flower crown she's woven today and one of her mother's dresses. It actually might be the one she got married in. She wanders the town square and watches old men toast with full jugs of beer and young couples sneaking around, waiting for the music to start. She gets herself a cup of wine and a sugary piece of cake and settles on the ground next to the bakery stand. Cross-legged, she bites into her cake and takes notice of some middle-aged women looking in her direction and whispering behind raised hands. Y/n shrugs it off as the music starts to play and people start to dance. She watches the commotion and whips her feet to the music. She really would love to dance. At midnight, the villagers dim the lanterns and lit a fire in the middle of the square. Curiously, y/n blends into the mass that gathers around the fire. She bumps into a man her age. She apologizes and gives the man a small smile. The man looks at her in bewilderment and his friend gives her a mean look, pulling the man away from her. Slowly, silence befalls the square and the old storyteller of the village makes his way to the middle of the square, next to the fire. Y/n buzzes with excitement. She loves stories. Before starting his story, the man lets his gaze wander through the people and takes a deep breath.

Far away from here, behind the mountain range we call bear fangs, lays the territory of the dragonblood tribe. These beasts of men managed to tame the greatest monsters known to mankind: the dragons. Over 12 feet high, spewing raging fire, these creatures are nothing more than steel-hard scales and razor-sharp teeth. While normal people, like us, would fear for their lives encountering these monsters, the dragonblood tribe has lived together with them for centuries in what they call harmony. There's no doubt you have to be a special kind of person to survive an encounter with such a monster, let alone live with them. Tall, strong, cunning and unafraid of death. All characteristics the men of the tribe possess. Some say they even mixed their blood with their dragons and gained impenetrable skin and superhuman strength.

A strength that they still use today to bring terror and fear into our lands. However, a few winters ago, a horrible sickness befell the women of the dragonblood tribe. Most of them didn't survive the season. Having lost their women, the dragonblood men lust for female flesh. Flesh that they seek nowadays in our lands.

We've all heard stories. From an aunt or uncle living in other parts of the kingdom, from passing merchants or the wandering folk about them. They do not care for day or night, they attack whenever they feel like it. There's no plan or logic to their attack, just chaos and violence. They burn houses, skin men alive, put children on spikes and do unspeakable, terrible things to our women. We should fear every single one of them but... there's one we should fear the most. Their leader: Bakugou Katsuki. He's the cruelest, strongest, and meanest of them all. He managed to tame the biggest and most dangerous dragon of all kinds: A hellfire dragon. With scales red as blood and fire as hot as a hundred forges, no one can escape this beast. And no one can escape its master either. With an insatiable hunger for coin, gold and women, their leader and his men continue to invade this country and raid its villages and towns. Greedily acquiring riches and kidnapping and taking our women whenever they please. You never know when they strike, but when you see a sliver of burning red in the sky... Take your little siblings, put your old mother on your back and leave farm and home behind, and run as fast as you can. If you're lucky, and cunning yourself, you might just be able to escape the terror of the dragonblood tribe and live another day to tell the story.

As the storyteller finishes his story, the market square lies in eery silence. Nobody dares to even move. Only when the musicians start playing again and the lanterns are lit again, the tension eases and the gathering around the fire dissolves. Y/n gets up from the place she was seated in and rubs her arms. There are goosebumps all over her body. What a creepy story to tell during such delightful festivities, she thinks. She grabs her cup to return it to the vendor. In passing, she hears someone say: "Why on earth would he speak of this? Doesn't he know it's a bad omen to speak it out loud?". She returns her cup and lets her gaze wander over the square once more. Some couples picked up dancing again but it's obvious that the atmosphere has shifted. Y/n notices the man she bumped into earlier watching her from across the square. She gives him a nod and then turns around to leave.

Y/n set up camp not too far away from the village, but far away enough to have some peace and quiet. The wandering folk often set up camp in a forest or closeby a river, living off the land around them. So, y/n has a short walk by foot back to her tent. The moon stays high in the sky, illuminating her surroundings enough for her to comfortably find her way home. Deep in her own thoughts, y/n doesn't notice the dark shadows following her. She's been walking for a while when she finally hears the snickering of male voices behind her. She looks over her shoulder and sees three male silhouettes following her. "Hey, y/n, wait a second!", she hears one of them yell. The voice is familiar. One of the villagers. She stops for a second, a stupid mistake on her part. One of the men jog up to her, the others following closely. "I'm sorry, can I help you with anything?", y/n says calmly. "Actually, there's something huge you could help me with.", the man she bumped into earlier grins. Y/n pretends not to catch on the allusion. "If you need help with something, it's best to work on it tomorrow. Also, we probably should talk to your father first since he handles business in your family.", she states. She hopes the mention of his father will intimidate the guy. "Oh, I think it's best to work on it tonight.", the man answers and his friends snicker behind him. "Sorry, I'm tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow.", y/n tries to advert him once again. "It won't be any work for you at all. You'd just have to lay down. Or stand up, depending on how you like it.", the man says and leans close. "I'd like to go home. Alone.", she tells him and turns to leave. "C'mon don't be like that!", one of his friends grins behind him, as the other one grabs her arm. "You're drunk. You should all go home, too. It's best to sleep it off.", she tells them and pulls on her arm. "Why are you like that? You don't think we're worth your time?", the third one coos. Y/n pulls on her arm again. "I'm sure you're all great and we can talk about everything tomorrow. Right now, however, I'd prefer to go home alone.", she tries again. "Not even for some coin? I heard your kind does everything for a little bit of gold.", the man holding her arms sneers. Not for any gold in the world, y/n would like to say. She knows better than to offend them. It's already a dangerous situation she's in. No need to escalate it further. "C'mon, babe. At least let me feel you up a bit.", the guy says and tries to pull her closer. Y/n decides that she has had enough of this. She balls her fist and swings it right into the man's face. Not expecting the blow, he lets go of her arm and stumbles back. Y/n doesn't waste a second and makes a run for it. Immediately, she leaves the well-known path and darts into the woods. She hopes that the trees give her enough cover to keep out of their sight. She runs in a zigzag, changing her direction multiple times. She hears the man behind her, trying to keep up with her. Unfortunately for her, they are bigger and faster than her and it's hard to shake them off. Eventually, y/n loses them. She climbs up a tree and stays unmoving for a long time. She doesn't hear them anywhere close by and her heart slows down a bit. It's not the first time she had to run away from men with bad intentions. She knows it's not a smart idea to return to her tent immediately. So, she stays up on the tree for most of the night. Her eyes fall close a couple of times but after she almost loses balance one time, she stays awake for the remaining night listening closely into the woods.

Only when the sun starts to rise again and wafts of mist waver over the cold forest ground, y/n climbs down from her spot. Her joints are stiff and she's chilled to the bone. Cautiously, she starts her way back to her tent. Of course, she did not watch where she was going last night and it takes her multiple hours to find her way back. When she arrives at her campsite, chills run down her back. Apparently, these men were not only relentless but also petty. Her entire campsite is destroyed. They absolutely trashed the place and set fire to her tent and wagon. Y/n takes in the sight. She tries to stay calm but her blood is boiling. It's not like she cared much about the possessions. The wandering folk always packed lightly and only what they could carry. It's the disrespect for her. Also, the little things that she did own were necessities. It's still early in the morning, so y/n decides to salvage what she can and take her leave. She knows men like this. When they don't get what they want, they don't rest until they absolutely destroy everything.

Unfortunately for y/n, the devil works fast and these men work faster. She just started piling up things that were still usable when she hears clamoring just a mile away. "Let's go! She must be back by now! No way she leaves her witchcraft stuff behind!", she hears a man yell. Y/n debates for a few seconds whether or not to stand her ground but decides it's better to avoid confrontation. She quickly grabs a small bag and retreats to the forest. However, she doesn't make it far. Only a few meters into the woods, an arrow flies by her head. "There she is! I saw her just beyond the tree line!", she hears a yell behind her. Immediately, y/n breaks into a sprint. She tries to lose them by zigzagging again but the broad daylight makes it easier for them to spot her. Being used to walking all day, y/n has quite the stamina and hopes to tire them out. However, she didn't sleep all night and the men seemed to have prepared for a longer hunt. 'Hunt' is the appropriate term here. They keep shooting arrows at her and seem to track her trails.

The forest no longer looks familiar to y/n as she keeps pushing on. Her heart feels as if it's about to explode. In a bad way. She's sure the men on her tail can hear her heavy breathing from a mile away. She's also sure that they start to catch up to her. She can hear them closer and closer behind her. They are whooping and whistling as if they are making fun of her. So sure that they can catch up to her. Suddenly, an arrow flies close to her face again, cutting her ear. She can feel blood dripping down the side of her face. "Come out, come out, wherever you are! You can't hide forever, you little bitch!", she hears one of them call out behind her. She gathers all her strength and pushes her legs to run even faster than before. Panic sets in and she hears an arrow hit the ground behind her. Trying to look back in order to estimate how far they are behind her, she stumbles over the roots of a tree and falls to the ground. "Over there!", a voice yells closely behind her. She gets up as quickly as she can and a piercing pain jolts through her. She must've torn or broken something in her joint as she fell. She limbs on trying to use the trees for cover. Another arrow hits the bark of the tree right next to her. She pushes herself off the tree, trying to bring more distance between herself and the men hunting her. Suddenly she loses her footing and finds herself sliding down a slope. Thorny bushes cut her legs, arms and face. The impact leaves a ringing tone in her ears. Her entire body hurts now. For a moment, she's tempted to just lay there and accept her fate. But when she hears the howling men above her, she fights to get back onto her feet again. Her bones feel heavy as she staggers on. She can hear some of the men sliding down the slope as well. Suddenly, she smells smoke in the air. Somebody must be close by!, she thinks. This thought cost her a valuable second and suddenly a pointed force to her right shoulder knocks her down again. Next, she feels a soaring pain from the very same place. When she turns her head to her side, in terror she realizes that an arrow is stuck in her shoulder. She can barely lift her arm now. On her hands and knees, she frantically looks for smoke in the air. Y/n fixes her eyes on the dark clouds of smoke rising into the air just a yard or so from her. It's my only chance, y/n decides. These people might be able to help. They can't be worse than the men that are hunting her. Little did she know, it was quite the opposite. Having found new hope, y/n gets back onto her feet. She starts sprinting again. Ignoring the pain in her foot joint, she pushes her body to the limit. Avoiding arrows out of sheer luck, she manages to avoid getting killed. Finally, she stumbles onto the clearing where the smoke was coming from.

Her eyes fall onto the fireplace first, then at the man sitting next to it. The man only wears dark pants and a pair of boots. He's got blonde spiky hair that stands up in different directions. Necklaces of teeth hand from his neck. All things y/n doesn't register in her panic. That and the giant, red dragon sleeping at the other side of the clearing. The man gets up immediately and grabs a sword that laid across his lap just seconds ago. He looks at y/n angrily, ready to yell or behead her or both. However, he does not get a chance to speak. Y/n's body gives out and she falls onto her knees. "I'm begging you!", she yells out, tears streaming down her face. "Please help me! If you have just an inch of good in you, please find the mercy to help me! They are going to kill me!", she continues to yell. The man looks at her in bewilderment. Nearby, the village men yell in her direction. In horror, she pushes herself up once more and stumbles in the direction of the strange man in front of her. She falls straight into his chest, clinging onto his arm. For a moment, the man looks as if he wants to push her back to the ground again but he doesn't get a chance to do so. One of the men hunting y/n stumbles onto the clearing with a knife in his hand. "There you are, you little slut!", he yells. In fear, y/n clings to the man in front of her. Suddenly, the stranger grabs her right arm. Pain shots from the arrow wound into her fingertips. She looks up and sees the stranger look at the wound with narrowed eyes. Another villager reaches the clearing. This one carries a bow and arrow. The stranger quickly makes the connection between the arrow stuck in y/n's shoulder and the arrow in the man's hand.

The stranger yells something non-understandable and pushes y/n to the side who falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The impact sends more pain through y/n body. "Who the fuck are you? That one belongs to us, find your own toy to play with!" the knife man says and raises his weapon. The stranger exclaims something loud and angry. Again y/n can't understand him. He must speak a different language than her. Suddenly a rumble pierces the air. Y/n's head whips around and the dragon rises to his feet. Y/n's mouth hangs open in disbelief. The man with the arrow yelps in surprise and lets go of his arrow sending it flying in an arbitrary direction. The stranger in front of her doesn't waste a second and uses the distraction to cut the knife guy's throat in a swift movement. In horror, y/n watches as blood gushes out of the horizontal wound and the man chokes on his own body fluids. The man with the bow stumbles backward onto his butt. His eyes are still fixated on the dragon to his right. The stranger harshly steps onto the man's foot. The disgusting sound of breaking bones rings through the air. The man yells in pain and throws his head back. The stranger grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his head forward. Angrily, he yells at the villager and when the man only groans in pain, the stranger sticks his sword into his side. The villager lets out a bone-chilling scream. When the villager continues to not answer him, the stranger starts twisting his sword in the wound. The villager throws up on himself and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Y/n can't advert her eyes. She doesn't really comprehend what's happening in front of her. When more yelling is heard at the edge of the clearing, the stranger pulls his sword diagonally through the man's abdomen, creating a wound that makes squishy red things fall out of the man's body. Y/n feels like throwing up. The stranger drops the twitching man and makes its way to the edge of the clearing. What happens next is not registered by y/n who can't help but stare at the gutted man in front of her who keeps twitching until the light has left his eyes. She doesn't hear the screams of terror and death from the other side of the clearing. She doesn't even see the giant beast watching her every move.

Only when the stranger returns with blood dripping down his sword and chest, y/n's consciousness finds its way back into her body. The stranger looks as angry as he has since she entered his clearing. He sounds angry too. He's saying something to her. Looking at it backward, y/n is sure that she wouldn't have been able to understand him even if he spoke her language at this very moment. Only when he stomps closer to her with a raised sword, y/n springs to action and pushes herself backward with one leg, still sitting on the ground. This is it, she thinks, I'm going to die. The man grabs her uninjured shoulder and shakes her. She stares up at him with wide eyes. Suddenly, her vision starts spinning and her hearing starts to fade. Before she understands what is happening, her world fades to black.

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[melina-mellow]

Wild how Scara and Xiao have gotten such nice character development.... and people will go and say stupid shit like "he's ooc now to pander to the fangirls"

God forbid they learn and grow and don't just stay static forever.

Scara and Xiao are both victims of their circumstances and the world that shaped them this way.

Scara didn't start out cruel. He was a gentle child who wanted to be loved, but the Fatui fucked it up and manipulated him into thinking his adopted family were only using him and saw him as a monster so that they could use him. This fucked him so bad, that he doesn't think anyone would do anything for him without having agenda of their own.

Xiao, canonically loves music and to dance. But he was enslaved by a god and forced to commit horrendous acts against his will. He found peace with the Yakshas, but still till this day tells the Traveler to treat him like a weapon and nothing else. (Which actually might be the reason why the Traveler never calls him whenever they're in danger or in a fight, but only to hang out)

Both of them were used and abused and are now on a path to healing. And both of their healing started with an Archon (Nahida and Zhongli) and continued that path later on with the Traveler.

[shakingparadigm]

I'm really enjoying these new glimpses of Till where he seems rather calm? Naturally he still has big feelings and expresses them accordingly, but compared to past instances it's a lot less explosive.

Most of Ivan and Till's fights seem to happen when they're younger. This is most likely because they weren't familiar with each other yet and were still at the age where most things were taken at face value. They're still getting used to each other's "strangeness", and that could be the cause for certain misunderstandings.

By the time Ivan started developing his "attractive" persona, he was much more aware of what made Till tick. Instead of toning down on his behavior, he used it to his advantage.

Throughout childhood, all Ivan knew was that if he performed certain actions he would get a response from Till (whether he intended it or not). Their shenanigans were incredibly childish, but they made a prominent impact on Ivan's perspective. His thoughts gradually transitioned from "I didn't know" to "oh. this is what I need to do so that Till will notice me."

Despite maturing a great amount and presenting a princely image to everyone else, Ivan never grew up when it came to Till. He continued to apply the same tactics from childhood just to keep Till's attention.

This is why the Anakt Diaries mention that though Ivan is mature for his age, he acts childishly when he's with Till. It's what he knows best.

As they grew older, they both became more fine-tuned to certain aspects regarding each other. Ivan understood what would get a rise out of Till and began messing with him on purpose, hoping to get a reaction. Unfortunately for him, Till started getting used to it (for the most part).

Despite his rebelliousness and bold expression, Till is timid when it comes to people. He only attacks when provoked, and unfortunately for someone as sensitive as him, that's quite often. Ivan took great joy in poking and prodding at him until they resorted to pulling hairs.

However, an older Till seems much less inclined to attack a pestering Ivan. In fact, he seems to brush it off suprisingly well. Of course he reacts, but he no longer reacts violently.

He goes back to a neutral (probably mildly annoyed, definitely weirded out) state almost immediately afterwards. The important part is that no hands are thrown. At this point, it's been years of Ivan and Till knowing each other. Till has watched Ivan grow from this gloomy little boy to the literal "Prince Charming" of Anakt, yet one thing has always remained the same: Ivan stayed by his side. Whether they like it or not, being close for so long will eventually endear someone to another. Thanks to the Ivan Exposure Therapy (and probably a bit of his own growing maturity), Till isn't so phased by Ivan's antics anymore. At the very least he seems to reply instead of taking full offense, poking fun at Ivan's lack of a birthday instead of just saying no. Older Till seems less irritated and more like he's just exasperated. Familiar, accustomed to Ivan's presence.

@geospiral already made a great post about what Ivan's side of this whole development might have been like. It's really interesting, so I recommend checking it out!

[myjisung]

crushing with bang chan !

content. stray kids bang chan, gn!reader, headcanons — fluff.

warning. none

wordcount. 540

a/n. as requested ♡ here's the continuation of the crushing series! chanie's turn. tell me who you would like to read about next in this series :o)

WOULD HE CRUSH FIRST ?

it's hard to say. bang chan is the type to admire someone from afar and grow fond of them through interactions, quality time and shared memories. sure, physical attraction is needed as a trigger to develop feelings however, a real crush requires far more to him. so yes, he might be crushing first. that is, if you take longer than he does to feel drawn to your everything.

HOW HE WOULD ACT.

on the outside, chan is far from obvious. the social butterfly that he is can pretty much interact with anyone under any kind of circumstances. you would not be able to tell, since he pretty much treats everyone he respects and quite likes in similar ways.

on the inside however, boy is he freaking out. it takes everything in him to not run away and cringe at every single thing he tells or does around you. he is super natural with all of it but, to him, it is like you are onto him. the glances you throw his way and the shy smiles you offer whenever he comes to you make him feel like You Know and it stresses him out.

other than that, when crushing, chan might try to spend time with you one on one. group settings are fine and he is thankful he gets to hang out with you and your shared friends. however, he would much rather get to know you even more, nurturing that crush. despite having so little time, he would do his best to make those "dates" happen.

WOULD HE MAKE THE FIRST MOVE ?

he might. chan is constantly doubting himself and though he is not afraid of rejection, it does not feel good and neither does he want to make you uncomfortable. in other words, beyond being rejected, he would rather keep it all to himself than open up and put you on the spot.

however, as his feelings grow and become more serious, it might start to wear him out. chan is a very busy man and must keep his head in the game at all times. the second his crush on you grows so big it starts to take too much room in both his heart and mind, he might confess. either you reject him and he can move on / focus on his work properly again ; or you admit to liking him back and the worries of his feelings not being mutual can vanish, leaving all the brain power it took available for work related stuff again.

MISCELLANEOUS

chan is a very flirtatious man, especially when he has a little crush. he makes it all pass off as jokes but, towards you, they're more serious than you think.

in order to develop any kind of attraction, chan needs a connection as friends and quite literally weeks of knowing the person before he considers them in any other way than a close friend. it is the shared experiences, the heart to heart conversations and all conversations—even the mundane ones—as friends, that charm him.

taglist. @aeinzzzketchup @hyunverse — let me know if you would like to be added / removed.

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[softcitrus2345]

Thinkin' Jayvik thoughts (to nobody's surprise)

I wanted to explore how their bodies would change with the added weight, how the fat would settle on them differently

Jayce has always been a big guy, his muscular, square-ish build giving him plenty of mass to start off with. I see him being more of a top heavy/barrel chested kinda guy once he gets bigger, carrying it all pretty evenly, but he still maintains that square shape, despite being much rounder and softer around the middle. He's still very strong, probably even more so now that he has all that bulk to give him some more leverage- man eats like he'll never see food again, especially after a long session in the forge-

Viktor however, starts off very thin, so it's more of a mystery to them both how he would start to accumulate the pounds over time. Once he starts gaining, it wouldn't be as noticeable at first, since it would start as his body just filling out to a healthy weight, opposed to his more gaunt, sickly form from act 2 season 1 and onward-

Eventually though, it shifts, from having just enough to finally provide some cushion and insulation so his bones don't protrude as much, to slightly plump. He looks healthier than ever, and finally has developed more of an appetite. He grows into a pear shape, most of the fat settling in his hips, thighs and lower belly. Jayce ends up making his braces a little more easily adjustable for both his leg and back, since he's been outgrowing them pretty fast as of late >;]

Anyway, here's some domestic Jayvik doodles I cleaned up last night-

I decided to do their season 1 looks as well as a little post-canon concept just for funsies~ ;p

I didn't add Viktor's braces in the first one since I wanted to show off the fun chonk, but I did add a bit of bruising where they would normally sit on his body

In the second one, his braces are now a part of his body, shown in his scars, similar to his hexcorized form from s2 ;]

They're so cute in both RAAAAGH..

Oh yea, also here's a little infodump about my

Jayvik Feedism Headcanons

Just based off of their characters, Viktor would be more of a passive gainer, with Jayce encouraging him to take care of himself more and actually eat regular meals, he'd sometimes forget how much smaller Viktor's appetite is compared to his own (big 6'4 beefy guy who works in a forge half the time) and Viktor would probably end up eating more than he should thanks to Jayce's coaxing and big wet puppy dog eyes when he asks him to finish off what he made for him

They're both scientists and work long hours in a lab together, so Jayce would probably bring more food to the lab to make sure Viktor doesn't skip meals (cause in canon he does severely neglect a lot of his own needs because he's so focused on just his own research, he forgets he's a human who needs to take care of his vessel-)

He would start to gain noticeably, and he ends up looking much healthier and more alive, he has more energy and stops looking so gaunt and underfed. He just looks thin, but not dangerously so

That doesn't stop his partner from continuing with the doting and favors, always insisting he have his fill, though lightheartedly

Vik starts getting noticeably fat and Jayce notices. And it drives. Him. Mad.

He tries to ignore it and act normal but it's definitely having an effect on him when he's messing up equations and missing chunks of Viktor's rambles about their projects because he's just. Staring.

I mean can you blame him, man's got the tummy tucked into the pants and everything, it's just begging to be freed atp-

Eventually Viktor makes him spit out what's got him so flustered and they both learn of their mutual attraction to one another

Bing bang boom they keep going, with Viktor now being very open and almost teasing Jayce with his growth, and pushing Jayce to eat more too and to gain with him.

Jayce, always eager to please, goes full in and just constantly stuffs himself in front of Vik, melting from all the praise and loving touches he gets. Sometimes he does it even when Viktor isn't there, just because he misses the feeling or when he's stressed about a project. Viktor finds it endearing

Jayce would do anything for him, and proves it time and time again when Viktor pushes him past his limits consistently, reduced to a panting, whining, burpy mess >:3c

He gets big. Like big..

And they both love it-

Anyway fat and happy gays I'll shut up now AAAGH.

[blanketorghost]

Octomer Baby Development: A guide for new parents (Part 3)

After a year taking care of your Octomer hatchling, you may notice how quickly they're developing and gaining independence. This may be a bit bittersweet, especially if yours was especially clingy, but this only means your hatchling is happy and healthy! After their 1st year of life, they also officially graduate from hatchling to a proper baby, and their growth will start slowing down to that of an average mer.

PHASE 3─THE BABY:

12-14 Months:

Now that their chromatophores are fully developed, you may notice that your baby will start to mimic the colors of their enviroment. As they start experimenting with cammouflage, parents are encouraged to introduce more bright and vivid colors and a variety of textures to stimulate your child.

15-17 Months:

Teething! Like most caecalea, your baby's teeth will start growing, with one big frontal beak-like tooth always coming out first. this first tooth is made entirely of keratin and is slightly weaker than your regular baby teeth, which helps your octomer crack hard shells before their other, more specialized chitin teeth set start growing. Many parents choose to keep this first 'beak tooth' as a memento. Interestingly, mer-snakes (like the Naga subspecies) have a similar tooth that's used to pip out of their egg. This is the perfect time to introduce your baby to various types of shellfish. In fact, there's quite a large amount of toothing toys made out of shells to help with that annoying itch that comes with this phase.

18-20 Months:

As they grow up, your baby will not only start developing their personality, but will also start to babble and chirp. Especially as they start growing more teeth, it's imperative that parents start talking to their child more often and incentivise them to vocalize various sounds and words. Wonder what your baby's first word will be?

21-23 Months:

Now that your baby is starting to learn how to talk and communicate with others, their brain will start to develop a more complex memory and start to understand their relationships with others and the world. Socialization and play with other babies their age will help your child understand how to interact with others and develop their grasp on both body language and spoken words.

24 Months and Onwards ─ Toddler stage

Congratulations! Your baby has grown up to become a toddler, and now new and exciting developments will occur as they continue growing up! We hope this guide has helped you understand your baby's growth better, and that your newest family member continues growing up happy and healthy.

[...] - [There's a photo inside one of the pages.]

[exponenshul]

Just Another Pregnancy Pill One-Shot

(This story contains rapid fpreg, sex scenes, birth, and more. Reader discretion advised)

Words: ~5k

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We'd agreed that I would take the pill after we made love this morning. It was an enhanced fertility pill, of dubious origin and high potency. Within six hours, I'd be having his baby.

Once we got out of bed, I was feeling immediately hungry. He was willing to cook for us, so I opted to make smoothies while he fried eggs and bacon. It took him a while, but I was fine taking our time.

As we ate, I started feeling the change in me, a warm and fluttering sensation in the pit of my belly. I was officially eating for two, which was probably why I felt so hungry.

Finished with our meals, he went to scrub dishes and I went back to the bedroom. I began to strip, ready to hop in the shower and start the day. I observed myself in the mirror- not much of a difference to see yet, but by rubbing a hand over my belly I could sense a new curve starting to develop.

I went to the bathroom and started the shower, sighing with relief as I stepped in and the warm water washed over me. It didn't take him long to find me- only a couple minutes went by before he entered the bathroom as well, wearing only a towel.

He looked a bit sheepish, so I smiled at him through the sliding glass. "Well, no need to wait...come in."

With a boost of confidence, he removed the towel and stepped into the shower with me. I let him approach from behind as I washed my face and chest. He pressed himself right up against my back, putting his arms around me. I felt his manhood poke against my backside, already getting hard. I relished it.

He took some soap in his hands and started to lather me up. His hands rubbed circles on my flanks, working their way up until he had my breasts in his hands. He kneaded at them sensually and methodically, the soapy water lubricating his palms.

"Mmmh..." I hummed, looking over my shoulder slightly. "Careful...they're feeling a bit sensitive." His dick twitched at that.

Once the soap had washed away, he brought his hands back down to my hips. I turned to face him, the water now hitting my back. We kissed, and he held me tightly, running his hands down my body.

He moved his head but continued to kiss, pecking his lips on my cheek, my neck, my shoulders. My breath grew shaky and my heart beat faster as he kissed lower and lower. His tongue met my breast, and he nibbled a bit, but didn't linger. It was a tease, but I knew what he wanted to focus on.

My belly was pooching noticeably now, a slight but definite bump. He squatted down so he was eye-level with it, gazing in wonder. He planted both palms on my stomach, looking up at me as I chuckled softly.

"Hmm, sorry...must be bloated from that big breakfast," I said, playing dumb. He smirked back at me and went back to looking at my middle.

I held his head and ran my fingers through his wet hair as he started to kiss my body again. He smooched all around my small belly, pressing in and feeling the slight give of my flesh with his lips. It tickled a bit but I loved it. The touch of his skin on mine heightened this feeling of warmth and fullness I was having, and I already knew he was going to love this baby.

His kisses kept getting lower still, until his face began to disappear between my thighs. He gripped my legs and I gasped a bit as I felt his tongue start to graze my folds. I leaned back onto the cool tile wall and spread my legs a bit to give him easier access.

Between the shower and our intimacy, I was already wet, and he lapped me up. I shivered and whimpered as he licked me, nibbled my clit, stuck his tongue inside me. All the while, he continued to gently rub my belly, and I put my hand over his. I swore I could feel the mass within growing, expanding outward, but surely it wasn't happening that fast.

Once satisfied, we washed up and finished our shower. He stepped out first and handed me a towel.

I dried off thoroughly, but only softly patted around my middle, unsure of how careful I should be. Seeing this, he reached out and cupped my little belly again, perhaps seeing if it felt different after drying off and swelling a bit more. He really couldn't keep his hands off me, enraptured by the miraculousness of my growing pregnancy.

Tenderly, I moved his hand away, smiling sweetly at him. "C'mon, let's get dressed. You can feel more later."

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We talked as we got dressed. I was debating whether to wear my normal clothes or choose something a bit more loose.

"So, what do you want us doing today, honey?" He asked me.

"We're going to the theater," I told him, hoisting a pair of spandex shorts up around my hips. I liked how the stretchy material cradled my growing bump and complimented my backside. "We wanted to a see a new movie, right?

"A movie?" He said, looking me up and down. "Are you sure...?"

"Yes, don't worry," I reassured him. "I let you know if anything's up...and we'll be right next to each other the whole time."

He seemed okay with that. I smiled, standing up on my toes to kiss his cheek. We finished getting ready and headed out the door.

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Our car was in the shop, so the bus was our only option to get there. It wasn't overly crowded, but most of the seats were taken. After we got on, I approached a man sitting and used my condition to my advantage.

"Ahem," I said, putting a hand on my middle and smoothing out my t-shirt to make the bump more obvious. "May I have this seat?"

"Oh, ah- yeah, of course," The man replied, a bit flustered. He stood up and hurried to a different spot.

I turned and winked at my partner before taking the seat, and he smirked back at me. He approached, standing over me protectively as we rode along. Throughout the whole trip, I noticed him frequently glancing at my belly, almost obsessively. It was cute.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived outside the theater. He took my hand and helped me up from my seat. I made a small noise, unaccustomed to the new weight sitting on me. It had been over two and a half hours since I took the pill, so I was well into my "second trimester" now. My shirt was already starting to ride up a bit over the curve of my bump. He reached over and adjusted it before giving my belly a light pat. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him in close as we walked over to the theater.

We got our tickets and headed over to the snack counter. He only ordered a small popcorn, then prompted me to order.

"I'll take a large popcorn, one candy bar and a slushy," I said. As the worker turned to grab my items, my partner turned and chuckled at me.

"You never order that much popcorn," he mused. "And I don't think I've ever seen you drink a slushy..."

"I guess the baby wants it," I told him, rubbing my belly in a wide circle. I let my hand cradle the underside of it as we waited for our order- yes, it had an underside now. I took pride in how quickly my body was growing to accommodate the new life.

The auditorium was a bit crowded, which was unfortunate, because I knew we both had been secretly hoping for a little alone time in the dark. We went and took our seats, and I was immediately grateful to be off my feet for a bit. I had to readjust my shirt again as we sat; my growing belly was filling it out more and more, and the fabric was even feeling tighter on my chest.

As the opening credits rolled, we sat and ate our popcorn. I was ravenous, which was to be expected. We both finished our bags at the same time, even though mine was two sizes larger.

We tried to keep our attention on the movie, but we were reasonably distracted. I could sense him still stealing glances at me ever so often, perhaps making sure I was doing all right, or to monitor my growth. Whatever change he was seeing, I was certainly feeling it. The more packed my womb became, filling my belly out into my lap, the more hints of movement I felt within. Little ripples of kicks that tickled my insides as the baby grew...it was an odd sensation, but I welcomed it. About halfway into the film, I raised my hand up to my stomach after a particularly strong kick, and I'm sure he noticed.

After glancing over again, he slyly reached his hand over into my seat, his fingers finding my bump. He rested his hand there, trying to see if he'd feel something. I smiled and quietly raised my shirt for him, allowing access to my bare skin. He rubbed softly, and I exhaled deeply, leaning back and trying my best to stifle any sounds of contentment. He was able to spread his fingers out more now, really measuring how big I'd grown in a short time. After a while, his hand drifted off my belly and onto my thigh. I tried once more to pull my shirt back down, except this time it couldn't stretch all the way.

By the end of the movie, I was feeling big and full. My gravid belly rested heavily on me, and my breasts had definitely plumped up a bit. The auditorium lights came on, and he stood up first so that he could help me. He got in front of me, and by the way he stared at me and licked his lips, I could tell he liked what he saw. As he grabbed my hands and pulled me up, I grunted a bit, not used to the change in my center of gravity. I leaned some of my weight on him, and he grasped my waist.

"Mmh...I've gotten a lot bigger," I told him softly, looking up into his eyes.

"You have," he said, voice low and heavy. "Our baby's really growing."

As we exited the theater, I noticed the first pangs of tension in my belly. It wasn't much yet, but I definitely felt it. Our six hours were almost up.

"Let's go home," I said to him, holding onto his hand. He nodded.

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The bus on the ride home was much more crowded. People were packed in like sardines, and there was no way either of us would be able to get a seat. I held onto an handle overhead, and he stood right behind me, holding onto my hips- purely for balance, of course.

"How much time do you think we'll have when we get home?" He asked me, whispering into my ear so that the people around us wouldn't hear. The warmth of his breath on the back of my neck made me feel tingly.

"Hm...probably a little while," I said, stroking my belly thoughtfully. Though, I wasn't sure if that was the truth. As the bus rounded its next turn, I felt what was undeniably another contraction. It hit harder, now, but wasn't that painful- just tight. I wondered if he could feel my muscles tensing against him.

He slid his hands forward to cup my gravid swell, pushing my shirt up a bit more. I blushed, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. He gently lifted up on my belly, taking the weight into his hands, and I hummed with relief.

"That feels wonderful," I told him breathily.

"Figured you could use a break," he chuckled softly. He held it there for a minute before slowly releasing and returning his hands to my hips. "How are you feeling?"

"Mmh...you know, I think I like being pregnant..." I said. I felt him getting hard against me...obviously he enjoyed hearing that, so I embellished. I tilted my hips back and circled them against him, using what little room we had to tease his hard-on with my backside. "I feel so full and heavy, so...mmggh..."

I trailed off as another contraction gripped me. He leaned in and kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Next stop's ours," he said. "Let's make our way to the exit."

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I endured a couple more contractions by the time we got inside, but I didn't make it known, except maybe for a couple little grunts. I didn't want him to worry, and the cramps weren't horribly intense. Still, I knew my baby was ready. It was sitting low and heavy on me, settling down toward its exit.

We were barely in the door before he was on me, kissing and hugging. I welcomed it, knowing how romantic we were both feeling about the situation. I grabbed him and pulled him as close as I could while we made out, pressing my belly into his abdomen. He wrapped one arm around my back and squeezed my ass with the opposite hand.

"Mmph!" I chirped, jolting at the sensation of his fingers digging into my doughy flesh. "Mmh...you like the new body, huh?"

"I love it," He said immediately, breathing heavy as he placed kisses all over my face in rapid succession. "I can't believe...you're growing our baby so fast. You're like a goddess."

I bit at my lip and ran one of my hands through his hair. I adored the compliments, knowing this rapid pregnancy captivated him. As I kissed my man again, he guided us toward the couch, the nearest soft surface to lay on. The baby stirred in my belly, alerted by what was going on outside. The movement was followed by another contraction, and I dug my nails into my partner's back, but he just seemed to take it as a gesture of passion.

I pulled away reluctantly, stopping before he could bring me down onto the couch. I knew we didn't have much time.

"Let me use the bathroom quick," I told him. "Then meet me in the bedroom."

His eyes widened a bit as he nodded. He released me and headed toward our bedroom.

I waddled my way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Before sitting, I stopped to look in the mirror. It was the first time I was able to see my newly pregnant body in full.

"Wow..." I whispered to myself, taking in the changes. My belly was perfectly round, and sat low on widened hips. It was a good thing I'd chosen the spandex shorts. I turned back and forth, seeing how my ass had filled out, how my breasts strained against my top. I rubbed my hands all over my belly, feeling the weight, the warmth of it. I moved my palms up and cradled my breasts, noticing how they'd gotten heavier, filled with milk. Suddenly I was feeling quite hot and heavy.

The tightening of another contraction brought me out of the fixation. When the pressure subsided, I sat down to relieve myself, not wanting my partner to wait any longer. However, when I was done, I felt a sense of release that was unfamiliar. I looked down in the bowl, noticing a trickle of cloudy fluid.

My water had broken. The baby was coming fast.

I finished my business quickly and washed up. I could really feel the downward pressure now. The contractions were nearly overlapping, and I was sure the baby would soon drop into the birth canal, if it hadn't already. By normal accounts, I should've been in blistering pain...but this wasn't quite a normal pregnancy.

Clutching my belly, I went over into the bedroom, where my partner was laying a towel on the bed. He'd also half-closed the blinds and lit a candle.

"Hmm, quite the setup here..." I said to him, smiling.

He smirked back at me. "Figured it might help you relax."

I gestured to the plush chair that sat in the corner of the room. "Why don't you take a seat?"

He took the offer, sitting himself down smoothly, then looked up at me as I approached. I could see the desire in his eyes as they took me in. He licked his lips, trying to moisten them, though I'm sure his mouth was quite dry.

I came right over and slowly lowered myself onto his lap, straddling him. I gently grabbed his face, and he put his hands on my waist. "I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he replied, trying to pull me in a bit closer. He noticed me tense up and rubbed my sides. "You all right?"

"Yeah, just tight," I breathed, trying to stay casual through the contractions. "Let's have some fun before this baby comes."

We began to kiss, and I pulled his head up to mine as he pulled my torso down to his. It was deep, intimate, and thick with passion. We'd both been waiting so long for this.

He kept his arms wrapped around me, one hand on my back and the other down at my hips, squeezing my ass periodically as we made out. Every time I felt the vice of a contraction, I bit his lower lip and grinded my hips into him. My bulging belly was pressed against him, and I'm certain he could feel the muscles tightening.

"That pill is the best idea we've had," he panted between kisses. "I can't wait...to be parents."

"I know," I gasped. "It's...mggghh...gonna be amazing."

He removed his hand from my backside and brought it up to my breast. I leaned back a bit to let him squeeze, and he did. I moaned as I felt a surge of pleasure.

He flicked at the nipple through my shirt and grunted. "Mggh, babe...your milk's come in."

"Fuck," I blurted, insides tingling at the thought. I sat up and glanced down. Where his hand had squeezed me, there was a bit of a damp spot on my top. "Well, don't be shy...nggh- give it a taste."

He helped me straighten up, and immediately grabbed the lower hem of my t-shirt. I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head. Once he had, I yanked my arms out and tossed the garment on the floor. His eyes widened as he saw my engorged breasts, now out in the air, with small creamy droplets on the areola.

Before he could even react properly, I was basically thrusting my left tit toward his mouth. He grabbed hold of me to steady himself, then took my breast in his mouth and began to suck greedily.

"Ooooh," I moaned, quivering from the immediate shockwaves of pleasure. Being so full of life and laden with hormones, everything felt more intense, and so sensitive. I bit my lip and tucked my chin, resting it on the top of his head as he drank from me.

Another feeling was building through the pleasure, growing stronger with each contraction. The baby was moving down lower, and I wanted to start pushing. Well, my body wanted to. In my head I wanted to stay like this forever, but my baby was ready to come out. And in this position, legs spread and mounted on my partner, it was very hard not to resist.

As my man switched to suck on my other breast, I allowed myself to bear down a little bit at a time. Something I hadn't expected was that the relief of giving in to my instincts was very sexually satisfying.

"Oooh, fuck, fuck..." I groaned.

My partner unlatched. "Mmh- is that too much?"

"No, keep- keep going," I told him, fighting with my body through a contraction. "Ghh- r-rub my belly."

He did as he was told, putting both hands on the sides of my belly and rubbing in circles. The skin there was sensitive too, stretched so tight.

"Oooh, that feels good," I cooed. "I- mmhh- oooohhhh...!"

I was bearing down again. I could feel the baby inching down, the head right up against its exit now. My pussy was hot, wet, throbbing. I couldn't find the words to tell my man what was happening, my brain becoming fried from the mix of sensations.

"You're so hot like this," he breathed. "The belly is so sexy..."

"MmmmmhhhIloveyou," I moaned, collapsing forward and draping myself over him. I gripped the back of the chair and pushed some more- it felt too good not to. My lower lips were bulging out now, the head of my baby splitting them open.  I felt the fabric of my shorts and underwear grow tighter around my crotch.

I was too pressed against his chest for him to reach my belly now, so he wrapped his arms around and started rubbing my back instead. The naked skin there was becoming slick with sweat.

He pressed his head against mine, which was buried in his shoulder. "We should think of names," he whispered. "I was thinking...something like Jamie, or Julia for a girl..."

"Nggh," I uttered. I pressed my arms into the couch and sat myself up a bit, so I was face-to-face with him again. The crown between my legs was getting bigger, pressing into my clothes. "...Mhh- I like it, but...let's talk about that later. More kissing now."

I started to make out with him again, but I knew that he could tell something was off. My resolve was wearing thin, my breath getting shakier, my kisses weaker and sloppier. He could feel how much I was straining, so after only a few kisses, he pulled his head away.

"Honey...are you pushing?" he asked me.

I shut my eyes and pressed my forehead into his with a sigh. "A little..."

He took one hand off my back and moved it between my legs. I shuddered when his fingers grazed my inner thigh, then groaned in distress when they found the lump forming in my shorts.

"It's starting to come out," he said, trying to hold back the shock and wonder in his voice.

I simply nodded, our foreheads rubbing together. He felt me tense as my muscles contracted again.

"...Do you want me to...?" he started, unsure.

"P-push it back a little," I grunted. "I'm...not ready to have it yet."

Carefully, he pressed his palm against the bulge. The baby's head receded back inside me.

A gurgling sound escaped me, and I gritted my teeth. There was definitely pain now, and it was searing. My body screamed at me for allowing such a thing... but through the burn, it still felt...good. It was indescribable.

After some gentle pushing, the head was fully back in me, my labia closed around it. But surely this wouldn't last long. I sat up again, gasping for air and staring at my partner with expectant eyes.

"Let's get you over to the bed now," he suggested. I agreed with a nod.

Knowing I wouldn't want to try and stand, he hugged his arms around me and held tight. As he leaned forward, I did my best to wrap my legs around his waist so I could hold on. With some effort, he stood up, carrying me the few feet to the bed like a koala. I was a bit surprised at his strength, but perhaps it was adrenaline at work.

We clambered up onto the bed and he lay me down on my back, my lower half resting on the towel he'd put out. I groaned as I settled onto the mattress, gripping my heaving belly with both hands. There was so much pressure now, but I tried my best to stop pushing.

He placed himself beside me on the bed, lying on his side. He stroked the top of my head with one hand, wiping strands of hair from my grimacing face. "Just breathe...you're doing great."

I took a deep breath before looking over at him. "Hooooo...well, come on...mmh- where were we...?"

He seemed to hesitate briefly, out of concern, but we both knew what we wanted. He leaned over and kissed me, softly yet deeply. He used one hand to caress my bare belly, and I hummed in contentment.

"It feels nice...hooo- when you rub it," I breathed. A strong contraction hit, and my body clenched. His hand held firmly onto my belly, as if tensing along with me. Feeling the urge to bear down again, I pressed my thighs together, crossing my legs at the ankles. "Mmph! Ooohhh...."

As I strained, he moved his kisses down to my neck, then my collarbone. The touch of his lips caused my skin to prickle and my breath to quiver. All the while, he kept on rubbing my tight belly in big circles.

His mouth found its way down to my breast again and began to kiss and suckle. He nibbled on my teat, and spurts of milk sprang forth. My breath caught in my throat, my back arching slightly.

"F-fuck," I gasped. The sensations were all becoming too much. I was awash in pressure, pain, lust, ecstasy. I desperately needed to give in to my body's desire to birth this baby.

My partner began to climb more on top of me, and moved his kisses lower still. He put one knee between my legs, and I was forced to spread them apart again. He started planting kisses on my belly, as his hands moved up to continue stimulating my chest. He grabbed one breast in each hand and squeezed rhythmically while his lips grazed my gravid swell. It felt incredible.

As he continued this, he lifted his other leg and put it between mine. Now I had no choice- I spread my legs wide, and put my knees up. The urge to push quickly strengthened, until it was impossible to resist.

I moaned and arched again, thrusting my belly more into his face. "Nngguuhh...p-pushing...pushinggg!"

He removed his hands from my breasts, sensually stroking down the sides of my belly, as if to soothe me and the baby. His hands were slick with sweat and milk, gliding smoothly over my sensitive skin. He continued to kiss down the middle of my belly as I pushed.

"I can feel it moving down," he told me, as his face became hidden behind my pregnant mound. I wasn't sure if that was true, if he could actually feel the mass descending through me, but it turned me on either way.

With each passing moment, the pressure increased, and the baby came closer to being born. I felt it crowning again, my crotch burning. I gripped the bedsheets in my fists, huffing and puffing from the exertion. "Hooo...hooo...hooo..."

He just kept kissing me, feeling me up, like he was worshipping me. His lips danced around my belly button, making me squirm. It was all so sensitive!

I tucked my chin and curled my body a bit, my face scrunching as I gave my hardest push yet. The head between my legs was quickly nearing a full crown, tenting out my stretchy shorts profusely.

My partner kept kissing down past the curve of my belly, past my pelvis, crouching more between my legs. He saw the growing bulge of our baby's head under the strained and dampened spandex, and gently put his hand on it, caressing it with his thumb. After a moment, he leaned in and lightly kissed it, before looking back up at me.

"Are you ready now?" He asked softly.

I nodded feverishly, grunting and whimpering, already reaching down to grab the hem of my shorts. "Mmh- need it out!"

He sat himself up and helped me pull my shorts and underwear down. It took some effort, with us both being drenched in sweat. At last, he wrangled them past my knees. I gave in to another push as he yanked them off and cast them aside. The head came fully out, along with a spurt of fluid. I gasped and my thighs shook.

"There you go, nice and easy, babe." My partner said. He took one hand and cradled the head hanging out of me. Then, he took the other one and put it above, where his thumb quickly found my clit.

I breathed in sharply, my body spasming. The sensation was unlike anything I'd felt before, an electric, paralyzing pleasure. After so much stimulation, I was already worked up, and I felt like this would put me to the edge...

"Push, honey," my man coaxed.

I bore down as he continued to rub my clit, moaning as my baby's shoulders stretched me. "Fuck...oh, fuck!"

"That's it, it's coming!"

"I'm- I'm..." I sputtered. It was too much. The stimulation, my partner's voice, the baby stretching me. "...I'm c- cuh- MMGGGAAAHH!"

The baby pushed past its widest point as I came. In a flash, it slid out and into my man's awaiting hands. He quickly scooped it up, and I collapsed, completely spent.

I lay back, body shaking, as sweat evaporated off me and caused goosebumps to pop up across my body. I gasped for breath, chest heaving, tits leaking. My hair was matted, my jaw slack. Once the shock of the orgasm tapered off a bit, I looked up.

My partner was still between my legs, holding our newborn baby as it began to cry. "You did it...it's a girl," he said.

Tears of joy welled in my eyes. I reached my arms out and took my daughter into them, bringing her close to me.

Just like that, from one pill and less than a day, I'd brought a new life into the world.

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The End

[lenny-link]

i LIVE for your sniperscout art they're so silly it feeds me so well :'') mind sharing headcanons or just random thoughts you have abt them?

sorry anon for taking a whole year to reply to this i took all the time to ‘study’ them and write what i like about them or basically how i hc this ship :,> (also trying to come up with new hc that i haven’t read before)

My Sniperscout headcanons/thoughts:

- Sniper, the stoic assassin with a heart as cold as ice, had never expected to have his life turned upside down by a ball of energy and bad puns named Scout. He was the first one to develop feelings. His job consisted of a lot of staring, and well his sniper rifle wasn’t the only thing with a long scope, Sniper’s gaze would linger on Scout, tracing the messy dirty blonde hair, his athletic form and the way his lips moved like a silent film, noticing details about him more than a simple teammate would.

- The loudmouth, messy-haired kid was everything Sniper wasn't: impulsive, loud, and always looking for trouble. Yet, somehow, Scout would find his way into Sniper's quiet life, his laughter chasing away the monotony of Sniper's days, filling the silence with his made up stories and infectious enthusiasm.

- Sniper refuses to admit his growing fondness for the ball of energy that had invaded his quiet world. Scout’s jokes might have been bad but they chased away the deafening solitude of Sniper’s days.

- Scout, on the other hand, being the you youngest and loudest, craved attention he barely found from his brothers let alone the 8 mercs he worked with. But with Sniper, he wasn’t ignored he was listened to, Sniper listened really listened. He would even laugh at his lame jokes! In Sniper’s silence, Scout didn’t have to fight for space or attention. He was simply allowed to be himself, bad jokes and all and Sniper would just smile. Slowly a different kind of warmth would blossom into Scout chest, a warmth beyond friendship.

- Sniper actually enjoyed learning about American culture from Scout. He would develop a surprising fondness for baseball and apple pie, though he’d never admit it.

- Regardless of the fact that they have only a three year age gap (yes my hc is that Scout is 26 and Sniper is 29) they felt like creatures from different planets!: Sniper, the farm boy raised on outdated ways, and Scout, the city kid with a modern swagger (lol) yet this difference somehow only strengthened their bond.

- A bond that was fueled by shared laughter, puns, Aussie slangs, and a mutual dislike for Spy. They loved to elaborate pranks on him and call it a date, much to the Frenchman's chagrin lol.

- Despite his "Professional with Standards" persona, Sniper would feel like a lost puppy when Scout wasn’t around during their off hours, subconsciously fidgeting and always looking for him. Yet refuses to call himself soft.

- Sniper, a man of action, would expressed his affection through whatever small gifts he can give, he would bring funny-shaped rocks, odd plants or flowers he found in the woods to Scout as a souvenir of his lil adventures in the woods, and Scout would usually mock his weird finds playfully yet would collect them all on the shelf of his dorm.

- Scout, meanwhile, being the hopeless romantic is, had his own unique way of flirting, his goofy sweetness and awkward affections (0 rizz, but weirdly endearing) melting even the frostiest corners of Sniper’s heart.

- He'd always make up excuses to be alone with Sniper, "accidentally" forgetting his backpack in the van just for an extra ride back. (i was actually working on a comic about this as a continuation of Scout forgetting his necklace at Sniper’s van). He'd linger in doorways, his hands brushing against Sniper's in a clumsy attempt for physical contact.

- The first time their skin met in a hug, Sniper, being a touch starved man, melted like a hot candle. He became addicted to the warmth.

- He never initiates contact himself since it never was his style, but eagerly cling when Scout did. He'd hold on like a koala bear, clinging to the warmth like a lifeline lol.

- Scout, on the other hand, thrived on physical connection. From fist bumps on the battlefield to playful slaps on the bum (earning a hilarious reaction from Sniper every time), he craved it all

- Although Sniper hated PDA, a weakness exposed by Scout's touch. Scout, initially confused by the battlefield indifference followed by clingy cuddles in their private moments, eventually understood and learned to cherish this weird rhythm of intimacy.

- Sniper had a secret passion for knitting, he often knits sweaters, hats and socks for Scout, another way to gift Scout and to silently demonstrate his love. (i think this one is basically canon lol)

- Sniper’s van had become their mobile love nest, cuddling under the moonlight, sharing stories and dreams until they fall asleep.

- Whenever Scout's boasting gets out of hand, Sniper would silence him with a quick, playful kiss. Scout, flustered but secretly delighted, pretends to be annoyed but can't hide the blush creeping up his neck.

- Sniper who loves to show his gruff stoic exterior, gets all flustered and shy when Scout gives him genuine compliments. He’d mumbles something under his breath and hides behind his hat not used to being complimented, revealing a new weakness for Scout to exploit.

- Scout, despite his outward bravado, secretly worries about Sniper when he's on dangerous missions. He would hide it by throwing playful punches and jokes, but his eyes betray his concern.

- They fit together like puzzle pieces. Sniper, the touch-starved soul, finds solace in Scout's constant physical affection, his warmth a contrast to the coldness of his sniper's lonely lifestyle. And Scout, the braggart with a hidden insecurities, finds comfort in Sniper's quiet protectiveness.

hope that wasn’t too boring to read :>

[luvhughes43]

baby loves | blake hughes au

[blake hughes au]

summary: blake and nico find out they're expecting their first baby + the announcement.

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the bitter wind nips at blakes neck and hands as she trudges back home from the corner store a few blocks away. walking it seems - is the only she was going to be getting her workouts in as she was too tired to do anything after work. she could feel that familiar fatigue now, the droop of her eyes as strangers whip past her in their cars. she had thought that she was just bored and the business of her schedule had been exhausting her, but naps became more frequent and the excuses less plausible. 

when she opens the door to hers and nico’s new place her animals quickly find her - another recent development. charlie, her doberman dog of the past 6 years, was anxious when it came to leaving blake unattended. goldie, the black cat, seemed to pick up on charlies traits and also loved to follow blake around the house. 

blakes phone rings and she answers easily, “yes i’m home now. completely safe,” 

“you shouldn't be out walking so late... it makes me nervous,” her husband replied in a thick swiss accident. she texted him where she was going out of habit, loving to narrate her day to him through brief texts. it made her feel like she was less alone when he was gone. 

“i’ll take the car next time. i was just hungry,” she supplies, setting her two heavy grocery bags onto the counter. “how was the game? i meant to watch but i fell asleep,” 

nico sighs, “you didn’t miss much” 

blake pauses from unloading her food, “i’m sorry. you guys will find your groove soon,” 

there was a brief silence on nico’s end and she could imagine the hurt and upset etched across his face from the teams losing streak. 

“yeah… uh, …” nico stumbles on his words. 

“i love you” blake speaks softly. 

nico sighs, “i love you. I’m sorry for being quiet tonight. i’m just tired of this…” the this in question being losing. 

before blake could manage a reply, the phone was snatched from nico’s hand and a surprisingly energetic jack spoke loudly into the speaker. 

“hey blakey, nico said you weren’t feeling well this week?”

“i’ve just been tired. nothing serious,” blake remarks, continuing her effort in putting her groceries away. she went a little too crazy in the small store and now she had three different salsas and a variety of chips all calling her name… 

“tired… i’m kind of tired too,” jack announces before entering his own conversation with his seatmate. 

the line went quiet again and for a second blake thought jack had hung up on her before nico’s voice sounded through her speaker. “alright well, i’ll let you eat. we’re just driving back to the hotel now so i’ll call before bed,” 

blake hums as she cracks open a jar of salsa labelled scorching, “alright love you, bye”. nico echoes her sentiments before hanging up the call. 

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three boxes of pregnancy tests sit stacked under the cabinet in the master bedroom. since the teams baby shower last week, blake has had this overwhelming feeling that she was pregnant. it would explain the fatigue, the sickness, all the food, and the animals being so protective over her… she just had to wait for nico to come back home from a roadie so that she could test. 

she was anxiously sitting on the couch with charlie resting across her lap when the front door opens loudly. “blake?” nico calls out, setting his suitcase in the entryway before walking into the living room. 

“hi,” blake breathes out nervously as she wrings her hands in her lap. 

“whats going on? are you okay?” nico’s eyes melt as he tries to study blakes face. 

“i think i’m pregnant,” blake gets off the couch slowly, and nicos eyes follow her every movement. “i just have this feeling and i-”

“have you taken a test?” he asks and the corners of his mouth twitch as his excitement grows. they had been talking about starting to try for a baby a lot recently and nico couldn't wait for them to have a family of their own.

“no but i have some upstairs,” blake explains as nico grabs a hold of her hand. “i wanted to wait for you before taking any” 

five minutes later, nico and blake sit on the edge of their tub as the timer on nico’s phone counted down from 3 minutes. the newlyweds hold onto each other tightly as they eagerly await their results.

soon enough nico’s timer echoes throughout the bathroom and the two are enveloped in nervous tension as they each grab hold of two tests. with shaky hands they flip over all of the tests. 

pregnant

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pregnant 3+

“oh my gosh,” blake gasps as she turns to face nico with tears in her eyes. “we’re having a baby!”

nico’s slow to look away from all the positive tests but when he finally catches blake’s eye he starts softly crying. “we’re having a baby,” he echoes, pulling blake into a comforting hug. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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blake.hischier late summer post🫂

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nicohischier Love you❤️

trevorzegras i miss the cat

user08 anyone notice how she hasn’t posted any full body / ootd pics recently? i miss them so much ive got no style inso now

user12 there’s a thread going around on twitter right now speculating that she’s pregnant and tbh i think she is!

user57 pretty girl!!💘

user94 baby hischier soon?👀

user36 i’m missing the podcast but i’m so happy that you’re moving onto new things! love you so much <3

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a few months later...

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blake.hischier surprise !! rudi hischier was born in november 🧸🤍

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nicohischier Our boy🧸❤️

blake.hischier im crying again 🥹🤍

jackhughes 😭😭😭😭😭

jackhughes Now tell everyone that im his fav uncle

blake.hischier well….

trevorzegras middle name: trevor ✅

blake.hischier ?

_quinnhughes You guys are already the best parents. Rudi is so lucky that you’re his mom, i’m so proud of you blakey!

blake.hischier thank you so much quinny😭

lhughes_06 whens he getting in skates ?

user01 OH MY GOD?????

user24 i remember becoming a fan of yours when u were skating and now youre a mom… im crying

user16 they had a baby😭😭🫶

user87 your “N” necklace🫠 congrats u guys!!

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nicohischier Rudi Hischier ❤️

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blake.hischier my boys🥹🤍

tmeier96 congratulations to you two!

holtz_10 baby hisch in the house⚡️

lhughes_06 Cutest kid

dawson1417 Congrats guys!❤️

trevorzegras about the kids middle name .. 

_quinnhughes Love you guys, congrats!❤️

jackhughes nephew looking fresh💯

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[neiveel3llson]

Obey Me! Incorrect quotes

Diavolo trying to convince MC to continue being the babysitter:

NB Diavolo: "What are you talking about MC? You love it here!"

NB MC: "I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome."

Solomon being an old ass man:

NB Solomon: "The dinosaurs didn’t rule the earth they were just alive. Stop giving them credit for administration skills they didn’t have."

Satan for no reason at all:

NB Mammon: "Do I sound smart, or am I smart? "

NB Satan: "You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest."

Leviathan being depressed:

NB Lucifer: "How are you today?"

NB Leviathan: "Please don’t make me think about my life."

Beelzebub being.. Beelzebub:

NB Beelzebub: "My stomach growled super loud in French."

NB Beelzebub: "I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class."

NB Leviathan: "Bonjour."

NB MC: "Le growl."

NB Mammon: "Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette."

NB MC now that they're a demon:

NB MC: "I am literally evil incarnate."

NB MC: "I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil."

NB MC: "Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort."

Solomon can't cook:

NB Solomon: "I truly go into househusband mode when I'm someone's soulhousemate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning."

NB MC: "This is a lie."

NB MC: "I'm literally living with him. This is a lie."

NB MC: "HE DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS."

MC just wants to go home:

NB Solomon: "I think I'm falling for you."

NB MC: "Then get up."

Levi is sick of Satan:

NB Leviathan: "Satan is okay."

NB Beelzebub: "He's okay? He said he was going to break my legs! And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause he gave me the mackerel eyes, he meant it!"

NB Leviathan: "Beel, Satan threatened me. He threatens Lucifer every day. He probably threatened Diavolo before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. Grow a pair."

Levi self-deprocating:

NB MC: "I'm going the fight the next person who insults Levi."

NB Leviathan: "I hate myself."

NB MC: "Alright, square up."

When MC first came:

NB MC, referring to NB Mammon and NB Diavolo: "Those guys are dorks."

NB Lucifer: "Yes, but they’re my dorks."

Belphegor annoying Lucifer on purpose:

NB Belphegor: "Lucifer, we have a visitor."

NB Lucifer: "Don't tell me it's our babysitter.."

NB Belphegor: "It's MC."

Lucifer being sick of Mammon's shit:

Lucifer: "The greatest trick the diavolo's father ever pulled was changing his name to Mammon."

Mammon bc he's my fav pookie:

Mammon: "So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?"

MC: "Depends. Is your bed comfortable?"

Mammon: "Yes."

MC: "I'd sleep."

Thirteen is going insane:

Thirteen: "Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time."

Diavolo is far too concerned:

*after discussing a plan*

Barbatos: "Does anyone have any questions?"

Diavolo: "Is this legal?"

Barbatos: "Does anyone have any relevant questions?"

Satan loves to boast:

Satan: "I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight."

MC: "What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?"

Satan, already taking off his clothes: "God, MC, you’re so fucking stupid."

It probably wouldn't work anyways:

MC: "Here’s the cold medicine you asked for." *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table*

Thirteen: "...Thanks."

Levi and Garfield:

Leviathan: "I once tried to play a pirated copy of Garfield Kart, when Garfield jumped out of my PC! We are currently married with three beautiful children and a summer room in the basement of HOL with Cerberus."

Math doesn't work:

MC: "Which is correct, seven and five is thirteen, or seven and five are thirteen?"

Thirteen: "Niether."

Thirteen: "Because it's twelve."

Venomous or poisonous?:

Lucifer: "If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous."

Mammon: "What if it bites me and it dies?!"

Lucifer: "Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Mammon, learn to listen."

Diavolo: "What if it bites itself and I die?"

Lucifer: "That's voodoo."

MC: "What if it bites me and someone else dies?"

Lucifer: "That's correlation, not causation."

Asmodeus: "What if we bite each other and neither of us die?"

Solomon: "That's kinky."

Barbatos: "Oh my goodness."

:P done

[blitzwhore]

Do you have any predictions for season 3?

I do! A lot! I've been letting this ask sit in my inbox for a few days so I could properly put them into words, and in doing so ended up making a prediction bingo:

Some of these need a bit more explanation, so allow me to elaborate:

-> I think M&M will ultimately keep the baby, but it'll have a big impact on the dynamics of I.M.P. It'll mean Loona will have to go on more missions (while Stolas stays as secretary). It'll mean Sallie May will be a lot more present, and might even join I.M.P. herself. It's already been established she's a skilled assassin. (I also think Millie will be scared to tell Blitz at first, fearing the strain she knows this will put on the business, but he'll immediately give her absolutely every financial and emotional accommodation she needs, even if it means overworking himself).

-> I think Vassago isn't gonna let go of the trial, and will chase after Andrealphus to get some answers, then eventually seek out Stolas. I think when he finds out that Stolas was just saving Blitz's life because they're in love, he'll ship the two of them very hard.

-> I think Cash will try to get back into Blitz's life for his own personal gain now that Blitz's business is going well and he's well known. This might lead to more childhood flashbacks, to Stolas finding out about the fire, and to Blitz's bond with everyone else growing. I think this might also be how Stolas finds out what really happened on the day they met as kids (Cash selling him to Paimon and forcing him to steal).

-> I think Octavia will forgive Blitz before she forgives Stolas. There are theories out there about Via being in danger and Blitz going through great lengths to save her; I could definitely see that happening. I also theorise Blitz will adopt her before she's of age, the same way he did with Loona.

-> I think we're going to see more of Andrealphus, and I personally agree with the theories that he secretly desires something like what Stolitz have, or maybe had a crush on Stolas growing up and/or has an imp fetish. Either way, I think the reason he doesn't want Stolas and Blitz to be happy will be a lot more personal than he's been leading everyone to believe.

-> I also think Ozzie and Fizz's relationship will continue to develop and grow as they face new challenges and sources of conflict, both within their relationship (eg. the tension from what happened at the trial) and from external sources (eg. Mammon).

-> Lastly, I think Asmodean Crystals are what give imps the ability to conjure a human disguise (see: Barbie in Unhappy Campers), and I think Stolas will help Blitz and M&M learn how to conjure theirs as soon as he finds out they don't know how. Or maybe Barbie herself will teach them? Who knows!

Other random things I didn't include in the bingo:

Loona and Stolas bonding

Many, many soft and tender moments between Stolas and Blitz

More sassy/cunty Stolas

More Octavia songs

Loona song?!

Barbie meets Loona

Also: Stolas meets Barbie

There are also things I didn't include because they're not exactly "predictions", as we've already been told/shown they're going to happen, like another trial, a Vassago song, and Stella backstory. Looking forward to those too!!

[misteria247]

I like to imagine that when Timmy first called Wanda mom, it'd been a heat of the moment thing. Like he's super excited about something, whether it's a good grade or a project he's been working on. He's practically vibrating, and instead of going to his actual mom he goes to tell Wanda about it. And of course she listens, smiling softly at his enthusiasm and how contagious it is. And she praises him, proud that he's succeeded at something he's been working hard on. And Timmy he just beams his buck toothed smile and without even thinking says-

"Thanks mom!"

As soon as the words leave his mouth Wanda just freezes, stunned. Pink eyes wide and her heart racing and squeezed so tight with so many emotions. And Timmy bless him, he's oblivious seemingly not realizing what he'd said. But Wanda does, and she doesn't bring it up. Because it's taken Timmy time to open up like that and she doesn't want to ruin his moment by bringing it up. But God it haunts her in the best way.

After that Wanda's constantly thinking about it. Timmy's voice echoing over and over again, calling her mom. Before she can stop herself she's imagining Timmy calling her that all the time. Of her godson calling Cosmo dad, of the three of them being like that instead of the professional relationship they're supposed to have. And Wanda she knows she's not supposed to get attached but she can't help it, with every new thing she learns about Timmy Turner, the more she grows fond of him. Her heart develops that parental warmth that continues to grow stronger and fiercer with each moment. She looks at this boy and thinks about how wonderful he is and how kind he is beneath his usual indifference. And Wanda she'll look at Cosmo and see that same love and affection she feels for Timmy written all over his face. Knowing that just like her, her husband is just as taken with this mischievous little boy as well. But she desperately tries to keep her feelings to herself, because she knows that she and Cosmo can't stay with Timmy forever. Until one day she's forced to accept that she and Cosmo love this child to bits and pieces.

They're at Fairy World when it clicks. She's talking to Blonda about her newest charge. Cosmo's with her, adding things here and there that she's missed about Timmy. And suddenly without thinking about it Wanda says-

"Timmy's a good son, Cosmo and I are incredibly lucky to have him."

And it's suddenly very quiet. Cosmo goes still next to her, green eyes watching her with a stunned and understanding look as it's officially confirmed that she's in the same boat as him. Blonda just stares at Wanda baffled. And Wanda she's just.....unable to really care about what she said and how strange it is to say because it's the truth. She loves Timmy like he's her own son and she's tired of trying to act like she doesn't. And later when her and Cosmo are back at home in their fishbowl castle they talk. And come to accept that they adore this boy more than they should and they don't care. Because he's their brave, sweet son and not even the Fairy Council could change it.

[byers-bowlcut]

I've seen people say El likes the IDEA of having a boyfriend more than she actually likes her own boyfriend, and jfc it's so true 😭 Like it's all over the show:

Season 1

She's initially attached to Mike because he's the first person to give her shelter, food, genuine human care and just,, not calling CPS immediately. Her feelings for him was born from trauma and dependency in season 1. And throughout the rest of the 3 seasons, we don't see it grow past that.

Also I think it's noticeable in S1 that:

She was uninterested when Mike tried to share his hobbies with her

She also did not seem to mind AT ALL when she questioned if Mike could be her brother. He voice is neutral and curious here, not the least bit repulsed by the thought of being siblings with Mike, like girl does not care 😭

Season 2

This season has zero onscreen moments of Mike and El actually getting to know each other further. They were separated nearly the whole season.

What we DO see:

El's attachment and dependency on Mike that was developed from S1

We also find out how El spent a year of her life watching melodramatic romance films. Many other middle schoolers might identify that relationships in real life don't work like those films. But El is fresh out of lab life, she's literally learning the world through this TV, and has now become obsessed with the IDEA of having a boyfriend/relationship just like that.

Season 3

Again, no onscreen moments of El showing interest in who Mike is as a person.

The very first scene we see of them, she's trying to get him to stop singing along to the song they're listening to. She seems to like kissing Mike. But isn't shown enjoying anything actually characteristic about him, like sharing interests with him such as music.

Hopper indicates that they don't do anything meaningful together either. We see here that before hanging out with Max, El had little sense of her own style, her hobbies, her interests- meaning spending time with Mike for months probably didn't involve many talking points did it?

Also in season 3, El dumps Mike with ZERO hesitation. Then she has the time of her life with Max. The most acknowledgment we get that she's oh so heartbroken is a small frown to Max that her and Mike aren't on best terms. And even that doesn't seem so paramount cause 1 episode later she totally dismisses Mike after he explains how Hopper threatened him. She just tells him maybe Hopper was right 😭😭

It's literally ONLY once she starts becoming in danger that she starts clinging onto him again. I feel like we've seen this film before hm.

Like where are any signs that she likes Mike as an individual, and is falling for who he really is, rather than simply being attached due to trauma, and liking the concept of doing romantic things (ie: kissing, dancing at the ball, etc.)

Season 4

This is the season it becomes the MOST OBVIOUS: El loves the concept of a happy relationship and being loved, but not really loving Mike for who he is. And bringing in Will's feelings just emphasizes this point.

To start, El continues doing all these relationship-y things that she did in the start of S3. She has Mike's name and pictures plastered all over her room. She makes a "Mike box" with his pictures decorated all over it. But the thing is: this is all sort of a façade at this point. We know she's BEEN unhappy with him for months ("From Mike! From Mike! From Mike!"). But with all these items, she's basically trying to convince herself that she's in this happy, fantasy, movie-like relationship, like she probably watched in hopper's cabin in season 2.

And then, there's the sheer difference between her and WILL in their feelings for Mike. We see it right off the bat when Mike comes to the airport: Will and El both have plans to give Mike something.

Will plans to give him a painting he worked extremely hard on. The painting is a connection of what they BOTH love: DnD, and it includes their friends who also play the game. It's very personal and immediately touches Mike. What's more is, the painting illustrates the exact qualities about Mike that Will loves: his leadership, his bravery, his guidance. This painting literally spells out to us that Will truly loves Mike for WHO HE IS.

Meanwhile, El plans on giving Mike a fun reunion date. She has the whole day planned out. And immediately: we see that what she wants to do doesn't actually takes Mike's interests and personality into consideration. You can see and hear the strain in his voice when he talks about "burritos for breakfast" 😬

You can see how he's not that relaxed at rinkomania, and nervous about skating, saying he's clumsy. He probably would've much preferred movies and playing a board game, over skating. But El has her own ideas. When she brings Mike to rinkomania, she tries to act really cool about it. She wants to impress him, wants to seem like she fits in and belongs.

Her present was never actually ABOUT Mike, and about loving Mike that she would plan this huge date for him. Her present was about her desperately wanting to have this cool date like every other normal teen girl might, with a normal boyfriend, and make it seem like they have a happy perfect relationship.

And then finally we reach their S4 fight. I find it extremely interesting how Hopper's cabin is framed in the background during their whole fight. It's almost like an indication that her desperate need to be loved by Mike stems from her trying to cope with losing Hopper and the hole left by him, that clearly did not exist when she happily dumped Mike in S3.

In their fight, when the topic of bullying comes up, Mike says he understands her, but El is quick to say he doesn't. She thinks Mike doesn't understand her, but this is just as much her not understanding HIM as well.

She doesn't get the extent of Mike's insecurities (definitely partially a result of bullying), something that Mike later divulges to WILL and not her. If the writers wanted to show us how much El understands Mike and loves him for who he is, her and Mike would work through his insecurities in their rs together, NOT through a middle man.

Overall it's pretty striking that we've never once heard El actually compliment Mike, or articulate, or even show what exactly she loves about him through four whole seasons. I mean...

Attachment to him due to trauma or grief =/= loving him for who he is.

Wanting to BE loved =/= loving him for who he is.

So really in terms of a relationship, what El ACTUALLY wants is the concept/idea of a regular boyfriend, and a happy easy relationship, all in an attempt to feel normal. And that's why we see them fall apart the way they do in season 4, and why Will is currently so involved. Because Will DOES see and love Mike for exactly who he is.