#tw tokophobia

[kit-williams]

Little Gift

@moodymisty peer pressured meeeeeeeee

tw: some tokophobia?

NOTE: I CAN'T APPARENTLY WRITE HAPPY MORTARION

The day finally came and left... and Mortarion was a nervous wreck... internally. He could hear the voice in the back of his mind berate him as he couldn't be in there with her... back on Barbarus he had heard enough women giving birth to know it was unpleasant. Another reason his felt that bubble of anxiety was he was afraid of what he's helped made... he wasn't like a martyr like Corvus who would probably be beside himself if he impregnated a woman. But, he knew they were hand crafter abominations as Father liked to spout that they were all made with some design in mind.

He snorts as it would probably have been better to make them all Eunuchs or some genderless parody of the human form then maybe he would have spared you whatever the two of you made. Mortarion was also scared of it being some abomination... something malformed and unable to live long... he was scared that you would be traumatized and the fearful small boy in his psychi was so scared that he would be alone again.

"My Lord Primarch." A midwife comes out and averts her gaze as he looks over. She took his grunt as her to continue, "She's ready to see you."

Mortarion walked into the sterile room now empty of the once many occupants before it all started and he left. He looks at you being pale and in a sense deflated... he's studied up on what this will have done to you. You're topless as there on your chest with blood clinging to the bottom of their tiny feet is a newborn... your newborn... his newborn... his throat tightens as he looks at the way you look at him now lovingly.

"Mortarion." You whisper, "They're so precious."

He walks closer and looks down at the baby on your chest. His chest feels so tight... as you look at the helpless creature... no not creature... it was his baby too... he couldn't deny the fact any more. The peach fuzz on the top of their head... the fact they had no smell... his tears hit your shoulder as he ghosts a finger along the tiny spine of their back, a spine probably no wider than one of his fingers, in fact his fingers are probably wider. He kneels down, his eyes darting over the face that looks so old at the same time of being so young. "I... I shouldn't..." He wheezes as he didn't deserve to create... he was no crafter but none of them much less him deserved to create life.

"Do you want to hold him?"

Mortarion shook his head as he held your head against his letting himself silently weep in a sense of joy. "I dont deserve it."

"You will hold them one day... and they wont want to be put down by their papa."

Mortarion makes a strangled noise of pain as like Calas they'll look up to him but its so much different from adopting someone to making them. Your arm half hugs his head as you smile tiredly, soothing him as he whispers to you about how amazing you are.

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[dr-gregory-house]

dogboy daughter or catgirl son

id rather have an abortion

[dr-james-wilson-oncologist]

May I impregnate you? I asked nicely 👉👈

What!? That’s biologically impossible. And even if it were.. I’d still say no.

[moodymisty]

Hi ! Hope you're doing great and I hope you don't mind me sending a new request 😊

I was wondering if you could, maybe, write a second part for "Baby Fever Crosshair" where he tells the reader about it (with smut if possible)

Of course, if you don't want to, it's perfectly fine, no pressure. Have a great day/night ! ❤️

Part 1 (but can be self contained)

Author's Note: Ok, let's give this a shot! I hope you enjoy :3 I'm trying to work on making my nsfw fics less plotty, so here's like 90% smut lmao

'Happy ending' (as happy as Empire rule can be) AU where the Batch settles down on a nondescript planet. Is it Pabu? Maybe. Maybe not. Up to you. Doesn't really matter too much this is all smut anyways XD

Summary: Crosshair admits one night he wants a kid. You do too.

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Breeding kink, Pregnancy and such related things so Tokophobia warning, Creampies, PWP, Basically just cheap dirtiness

I want to have a kid.

It felt like only seconds ago Crosshair broken the silence of your small bedroom with those four words, making you stop in your tracks as you reached for the light switch.

It wasn't something you'd expected from him. Sure the two of you had been talking a bit about your future as of late, together, but the topic of kids hadn't really come up directly. It was never out of the question, however.

You also don't know why he chose to say it that way so out of the blue; Maybe he had been holding it in for awhile, and was sick of trying to wait for a perfect moment to finally breach the subject.

But why wait for a perfect moment, when you can just make one. You have all the time in the galaxy to do so now, with the Empire off your backs. The both of you can now actually consider making a family, instead of just fantasizing.

Crosshair's lips hungrily capture yours for what seems like the millionth time, feeling like they're going to bruise with the way he so roughly and hungrily kisses you. It's like he's desperate, wanting to nearly devour you. His breath comes out in harsh pants and mixes with your own, until it's almost the only thing you can hear.

You'd barely had the chance to mumble an enthusiastic yes to his proposal before he was on you, holding your hips and pulling them to his front like he'd been holding back the declaration for months. You could feel the outline of his cock against your thigh, already hard as he nearly started tearing your clothes off of you. You had to fight him with it, to get them off before he either abandoned them, or ruined them.

But with the way he'd thrown you onto the bed, you swear if it hadn't been less than two meters away from the damn thing, he might've just fucked you right where you'd been standing.

And with the way he's making your body feel, you know your knees would've buckled underneath your own body weight and send you to the floor, and him on top of you.

Your thighs are soaked; He's had his fingers last knuckle deep in your cunt for what feels like ages, and the lascivious sounds his hand makes as he presses the palm of his hand against your clit makes your face boil.

You've lost track of time, the room feels hot and stuffy and your thighs ache as your muscles tighten, but Crosshair pushes down on one knee to force them to stay apart. You've haven't had enough of him, but gods have you had enough of him tormenting you like this. Throwing your head back against the pillow you yell at him towards the ceiling, back arching upward as your body writhes underneath him. Your clit throbs, as your heels dig into the mattress.

"Gods, Crosshair- Just fuck me already!"

You don't want him to take his time; You want him to absolutely fuck your brains out, make it so you can't walk tomorrow and that his cum leaks down your thighs. That was the whole goal of this, after all. You want to feel this in the morning so that in some sort of odd way, you think there's a better chance.

He's naked from the waist up, his body glove rolled down to his hips. It'll one be one swift motion to take if all the way off, as his cock strains against the fabric. His lips pull away from yours, swollen and messy, his dark eyes looking right into yours. They're glossy; He's only got one thought in mind and it's the same as your own.

"I was gettin' there, Doll."

Your response is almost instant; Pulling your bottom lip from between your teeth just to do so.

"You don't get to spring yourself on me like that and then play the 'patience' card, Cross."

Your voice is strained but you hold your ground on it, except when you whimper as he finally moves his hands to the rolled edges of his body glove and removes it. He kicks it off, going somewhere off into the void around the room.

You can see the soft sheen of precum on the tip of his cock that aches for relief, until he grabs your hips and yanks you close. You gasp, and quickly Crosshair grinds his cock between your folds and against your clit, coating himself in all of the wetness he'd been pulling from you for what's felt like hours. Your cunt clenches around nothing just yearning for anything, now that his fingers are gone. It's such a primal want that has you trying to move closer to him, even if it's almost impossible to get anymore so.

Once the head of his cock teases and prods at your entrance for a moment, stretching just enough to make you moan before his grinding makes it slip upward and away. It only happens just once as the next time he quickly pushes his cock entirely into you, teeth gritting as he swears between them.

"Kriff, you're so warm..."

He wants to drag this out, but realistically he knows he probably won't be able to. And neither will you. Each and every time he opens his eyes he keeps imaging all those things that had been eating at his mind ever since this started plaguing him; Seeing you a swollen belly, knowing he's the reason. Sometimes he sees you on top of him, riding him on his lap as he grasps at your hips.

And it's going to happen, if it's the last thing he does. He's more than patient; and he'll keep fucking you and fucking you until it finally sticks.

"I can't wait to fill up this pussy of yours."

You can't wait either.

He puts your ankles on his shoulders, leaning down enough so that your knees try to press back against your own body. It makes it so he can drive his cock even deeper into you; So much so that it feels like he's going to hit your spine.

"Kriff," It's almost like he looses track of what he was going to say, or he got distracted for a moment. "Kriff you look so hot like this."

Your hands grasp and claw at anything within reach, but with nothing else to grasp onto there's little to keep you steady. It's hard to not let your eyes flutter closed and stay that way, looking up to see the way Crosshair's neck is tight and you can see the knot in his throat bob as he swallows.

He drives his cock deep into you, hips pressing against the back of your thighs and it's enough to bring you half way to cumming again. Your body was already so pliable and sensitive, his rough hands grasping at your body and slamming his hips into yours is enough to make you see white. It's not even as if Crosshair spent so long teasing you until you cried; There's just something in the air.

"You don't even have to say anything; I know you're begging for it."

You were moments ago and you are now; Your hands grip the blankets atop the bed and underneath you like you're going to tear right through them, holding on for all it's worth as Crosshair drives you into, and what feels like through, the mattress.

Your toes curl and knees bend, surely they'd have buckled by now if you were standing, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip so hard it feels like it's going to bleed. Or maybe it already is.

"Cross, s-slow down I'm gonna-"

You suddenly cum around him, gasping out in the hot air, Crosshair continuing to fuck you through it to the point that you swear you see white.

"Kriff, you're so tight-" His voice is wavering, hips barely able to keep and even pace as he fucks you. His nearly hisses those words out through clenched teeth, his hips slowing. It feels so hot in the bubble both of you exist in, Crosshair's hands grip you so tight that you'd probably be unable to get from their grip,even if you'd wanted.

That would be the absolute last thing you'd want; You're pretty sure you wouldn't care if a groundquake hit, as he pulls out barely a third of the way, slowly fucking you deeply as he finishes inside of you. You hear his groan and the myriad of swears under his breath, his hands loosening their grip. Instead of vices they drift along your skin now, brushing over the little dents he'd left.

Especially as he slows down, finally to a full stop as he attempts to catch his breath from the aftermath. He lets your legs fall off of his shoulders, falling to the mattress and bouncing once as they lay limp with the rest of your body. It's been a bit since he last kissed you, and he leans down to steal a single one as he pulls his cock slowly from you, and you feel the ache of your battered pussy even more than before.

Cum leaks out of you as it overflows, a feeling is odd, and but now. satisfying. You suddenly gasp however as Crosshair's touch suddenly returns, dragging two fingers up your cunt he catches any of it that leaked out and pushes it back in, listening to your whine as the motions tease your already battered and overstimulated nerves.

"Don't waste it."

You don't have too much say in that matter, but it's not as if he can't just fuck you all over again in a bit once your heart stops racing. Using one of his hands to support himself while the other touches his forehead, he leans away from your body a bit, looking down on you. You glance down at the way his lean stomach perfectly tapers to his hips and downward further, accentuated perfectly by the angle. You hope he knows how fucking good he looks sometimes.

Crosshair brushes a hand over the top of his head, unawares of your gawking. He still keeps his hair very short, but it's been growing a little bit longer as of late, enough to see some actual volume rather than the old GAR regulated, though for the 99's more like suggested, clone cut.

"Do you think they'd notice if we just, never moved from here tomorrow and didn't show up?"

You were supposed to meet up with the rest of the Batch tomorrow, but it's already so late and being honest, the both of you have other things on the mind. Crosshair looks down at you, his eyebrows raising slightly; But there's a look in his eyes that more than gives away that he's considering it.

Why not just make sure.

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[staycalmandhugaclone]

Hi it's @clone-anon

Being pregnant was not super fun. It's not that you thought you'd have rainbows and glitter lining your path every day, but it wouldn't be half bad if your body could cut you a break. You tried to take it easy where you could, but it seemed too soon to take it easy.

Hunter sat down next to you and pulled you close. He placed a kiss on your head and nuzzled his nose in your hair, just wanting to make sure you knew he was there.

"It's gonna be okay," he said.

"I know," you were quick to reply. "I don't regret this."

"I'm not saying you regret it," he said with a knowing smile. "I'm saying it's okay if you feel bummed right now, but I promise we'll get through it together."

You understood what he meant and nodded a little. Hunter placed his hand on your stomach, trying to sense anything he could and somehow tell your baby that their dad was there too and he'd always be there for the both of you.

"Come to bed with me," he said softly.

It was getting later and you couldn't deny you were tired. Hunter got up and held out his hand like he always did. You smiled up at him and took it. You got ready for sleep and got into bed. Hunter helped you adjust any pillows that could be in a better position, but also made sure to be close. You talked about how things were going and what might be around the bend while laying in bed with dimmed lights. When you were ready, he turned the lights out and you shared a kiss.

"I love you, mesh'la," he said.

You took his hand and kissed each knuckle. "I love you too."

My dearest... the sobbing puddle you've reduced me to... I really... really needed this today... Sweet, patient, considerate Hunter being so supportive and gentle... my heart... Thank you

Just to fill everyone else in, I've had some potentially concerning issues popping up since Friday. So far, nothing's been confirmed, but some pretty scary words and warnings have been thrown around with the full admission that my midwives don't know exactly what's going on. I'm waiting for some tests, but it's been pretty stressful. And painful, though I was far less concerned about that until I learned that it could mean my little one's at risk...

All this to say, sorry I haven't responded to anyone recently. I see and adore your comments, I just haven't been in a state of mind to be particularly social...

@clone-anon, again, thank you. This perfect bit of comfort means so, so much

[yourfairygodmotherorsomething]

So I’ve been thinking of Nautolans recently because of my ocs, and I just thought I would share a cute thought

I think that Nautolans, even though they have a very different kind of reproductive cycle, have a very interesting relationship with unborn mammal young, because they are ‘in the water’ for their development.

Trying to tell them that developing mammal foetuses aren’t water creatures doesn’t work. They’re like nope, till it’s born it’s one of us.

There is a Nautolan Healer in the Temple who specialised in interspecies obstetrics to treat the citizens who work in and around the Temple, and a lot of the Nauts in the Medicorps will say things like ‘you are carrying oceans inside of you rn’ or some shit. and in their eyes that is like carrying something life giving and very holy, you know?

And obviously mothers who are tired and fucking feel like they are carrying oceans inside of them are like ‘you don’t say’ (sarcastic) because fuck poetry, they would like the ocean outside of them now, please.

Also some Nautolans say that the mammals coming out of the waters and not going back in means they have a lot in common with those Nautolans who never quite get back to the water after aging out of the time when they are in tank because they havenMt properly developed arms and legs yet.

Low economic demographic nauts on Coruscant or other places with water scarcity have a very hard time necessary getting water time, and some have evolved over the course of generations on Coruscant to not need as much. They can survive with water showers and don’t need to sleep in their tanks.

btw other amphibious species don’t think the same thing, Bant Eerin hears the Healer guy talk and is like ‘What are you on man? amniotic fluid is not an ocean it’s completely different. We are scientists! We use technical terms for a reason!’

[didgeriduwu]

Chapters: 5/?

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Scout/Sniper (Team Fortress 2) Characters: Scout (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Medic (Team Fortress 2), Spy (Team Fortress 2), Scout’s Mother (Team Fortress 2), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Trans Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Scout (Team Fortress 2), Trans Male Character, Tokophobia Warning, Pregnancy, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mpreg, (i guess it depends on your definition), Emotionally Repressed Sniper (Team Fortress 2), oh god just communicate you fucks, Established Relationship, Situationship?, Spy is Scout’s Parent (Team Fortress 2), no beta I have no friends, Medic is a cunt i love him, Scout’s Ma is the best, Discussion of Abortion, Unplanned Pregnancy, almost forgot that one

Summary: Sniper and Scout’s relationship is in limbo, and neither seems to know if or how to fix it. Unexpected news finally forces a change, but whether it’ll be for better or for worse is anyone’s guess.

TW for this one: quick mention of the words "fat" and "wh*re" used derogatorily in a quick section of self-loathing/intrusive thoughts.

Jeremy woke with one singular conviction: Mick was wrong. He was lying, or he was mistaken, or there was some strange reason why Mick would say those words to Jeremy. It couldn’t be because they were true. That was ridiculous.

Mick had to love him. They’d been through too much together. He knew Mick too well. Jeremy couldn’t be wrong. Mick loved him. He did.

So when he looked outside to see empty desert where Mick’s van had been, he didn’t panic. Nor did he, when none of his teammates seemed to know where the marksman had gone. Even when he learned that Mick had taken a week of leave without telling him, Jeremy had successfully managed to stay not-panicking.

Jeremy could wait a week. He just had to wait seven days, and then Mick would be back to apologise. Maybe he’d come back with a ring or something. Maybe he was at Jeremy’s Ma’s house right now asking for her blessing.

Yeah, that sounded right. Mick was all polite and old-fashioned and stuff. That was totally something he would do. Jeremy didn’t want to ruin the surprise. He could be patient. He would be patient.

And Jeremy tried.

To their credit, his teammates did their best to help. It seemed they had all decided the optimal strategy was to distract Jeremy from his thoughts, and so they’d each found ways to keep him occupied outside of battle. Jeremy had lost count of the number of tea parties Pyro had thrown for him, or jobs Engie had really needed his help with that required suspiciously little effort but suspiciously long periods of time. He’d played round after round of cards with Demo and Solly and spent enough time helping with Medic’s doves that he could identify them all by name. Heavy had even taught him his coveted sandwich recipe, something that Jeremy had been asking about for years. The secret, it turned out, was that the sandwich contained no ham at all; instead, the meat was something Heavy called “Doctor’s Sausage”, specially imported from Russia.

That was the only thing that had managed to make Jeremy laugh all week.

Days seven and eight came and went, however, with no sign of Mick. Jeremy decided that he was just running late. Maybe his flight was delayed, or his van broke down. Those kinds of things happened every day. Mick would be back tomorrow; Jeremy was sure of it.

Day nine was agony. There was no battle scheduled, and the long hours wore on Jeremy’s nerves. By nine o’clock his brain was full to bursting, riddled with thoughts too sharp and quick to comprehend. It was a mercy, perhaps, that the hurricane in his head kept them from sinking in, but it was exhausting. And it was loud. So loud it hurt.

Jeremy sought out the one person who might be noisy enough to drown it out.

Soldier wasn’t being particularly loud when he found him, much to Jeremy’s dismay. The man was settled on the couch in the rec room, carefully stitching a white star the size of a baseball onto a mass of blue fabric and humming that jaunty little song they play at graduations. Solly quickly put him to work cutting stars out of white canvas and – much to Jeremy’s relief – launched into a very long and very loud lecture about some military guy from ancient Greece who had the bright idea to actually run at the enemy.

Jeremy definitely made more than fifty stars, but Solly never told him to stop. The two were silent for some time, focused as they were on their respective tasks. It was strangely calming, folding the little circles of fabric just right so he could make a star shape with only one cut.

After a while though, Jeremy’s thoughts wandered back to Mick. The quiet reminded him of lazy afternoons spent together in the camper, no sound between them but the quiet click clack of Mick’s knitting needles and the scraping of Jeremy’s pencils on paper. He’d look over from time to time and see Mick staring off into nothing, brows drawn together like storm clouds. Jeremy had long wondered what Mick was thinking about when he zoned out like that, but he was always too chicken to ask.

He tried not to think about how he might never get to.

“Where are ya, Mick?” Jeremy sighed to himself.

 “YOU SHOULD ASK SPY.”

“Wha-?” Jeremy dropped the scissors; He had almost forgotten Solly was there. “Why?”

“HE’S A SPY, THAT MAGGOT KNOWS EVERYTHING!” Soldier broke his thread with his teeth before continuing. “ALSO, I SAW HIM TALKING TO SNIPER BEFORE HE LEFT.”

“What the fuck, Solly? Why are ya only now bringin’ this up? Wait-” Jeremy shot to his feet. “Before? Like right frickin’ before?”

“AFFIRMATIVE. AT APPROXIMATELY 0600 HOURS I SAW SNIPER TALKING WITH SPY ON THE PORCH BEHIND THE BASE. AFTERWARDS, HE ENTERED HIS VEHICLE AND DROVE AWAY. UNAUTHORISED. IT WAS A DISGRACE! HE IS A DESERTER AND IF HE RETURNS, HE WILL BE SHOT! NO! A BULLET IS TOO GOOD FOR-”

Jeremy didn’t stay to hear the rest of Soldier’s rant.

“Spy!” Jeremy beat against the door with the side of his fist. “Open up! I know you’re in there!”

 “Go away, Jérémy.”

“No! Not until ya tell me what ya said to Mick! I know ya spoke to him last week. What the fuck did ya say?”

A moment passed and Jeremy swung his fist forward again. It connected with nothing.

Spy regarded him from the doorway with one eyebrow raised. He was dressed impeccably as always, but Jeremy thought he gave off an impression of dishevelment somehow. Maybe it was in the skin around his eyes more than in the drape of his suit. Maybe he was just getting old.

“Mon fils,” Spy said, as he often did. Jeremy had long ago decided it was an insult.

The runner shoved his way into Spy’s smoking room. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d been there, but it had certainly made an impression. Jeremy hated every square inch of it, gaudy and haunted-house-ish as it was. He hadn’t grown up poor exactly, but there were enough lean months littered throughout his childhood that this kind of brash display of wealth always pissed him off. That spark of anger only stoked the bonfire in his chest. Pyro would be so proud. “Did ya tell ‘im to leave? God, did you frickin’ pay him or somethin’?” Jeremy snatched the lapels of that precious ten-thousand-dollar suit. “Did ya hurt him? I swear to God I will fuckin’ end ya if you did.”

Jeremy was sick of surprises.  It felt like it’d been one earth-shattering revelation after another lately, and he was frickin’ over it. So of course, Spy had one more for him. It wasn’t even anything he said or did that knocked Jeremy off kilter: It was the pity in his eyes.

“He is unharmed.” The Frenchman spoke in a monotone, words slow and controlled. “But I owe you an apology nonetheless.” Spy took four precise steps toward his chair and sat in it. One gloved hand twitched toward the side table where his cigarettes lay, but he did not reach for them.

Jeremy did not move, but his eyes tracked Spy’s path across the room. All that fire had turned to brittle glass.

“I did speak to your copain,” Spy practically hissed that last word, but the spite seemed to leave him as quickly as it had arrived. “I had overheard part of your argument and thought to intervene. I did not realise you hadn’t told him about your… situation, and for that I am truly sorry.”

Bile rose in Jeremy’s throat. “Ya told him? Ya knew somehow and you fuckin’… How did ya know? Oh god you told him. He knows. He knows and he left.” He shook his head wildly, as if to loosen the tangle of thoughts there. Jeremy’s gaze caught again on the Frenchman, held upright and still in his velvet armchair. “He’s not coming back, is he?”

Spy just looked at him with those pitying eyes.

‘I’m gonna be sick, I-” Whatever Jeremy was about to say was lost in a tide of stench and vomit. He dropped to his knees heaving bile and tears and wheezing gasps into Spy’s fancy silk rug. Rage and shame and despair played tag in the cockles of his heart.

Eventually the flood petered out and Jeremy became aware of a hand rubbing circles into his back. Another began to tug him gently upright by the shoulder. It was unbearable; Jeremy swiped at it blindly. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me!”

He lurched haphazardly toward the door and wrenched it open, only to find the hall beyond crowded with six concerned mercenaries. Jeremy steadfastly avoided their eyes, even as he felt the weight of their gaze on him. Mercifully, no-one spoke.

Jeremy staggered forward, and the crowd parted. Hands reached out as if to touch him but stayed suspended in mid-air. He heard an intake of breath from someone, as if they were preparing to say something, and Jeremy felt every muscle in his body pull taut. His brain filled in the empty space.

Left all alone again. Poor unlovable little Jeremy. He can’t even get anyone to stand him, let alone love him.

He took three steps backwards, head shaking again from side to side.

Look at that pathetic little whore, all knocked up and getting fatter by the day. Won’t be able to run for much longer, and then what’ll he be good for? Nothing!

Jeremy was weeping again, great gasping sobs that shook his entire body.

He was really starting to think he could be a parent too. What kid would want him as a father? It’d beg for him to leave.

His teammates’ gaze felt like molten lead. Jeremy was embarrassed to be seen like this, fresh from the mess he’d made on Spy’s floor.

He was embarrassed to be so exposed, to have so clearly displayed the weakness he’d been hiding away for so long.

Hell, he was embarrassed to be seen at all.

So Jeremy did the one thing he did best: he ran.

And his feet beat a steady rhythm to the Respawn Machine.

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

actually i sorta cant stop thinking about the wild shit that my bio-family(can i even call them family?) has done or said

Some memorable examples include

that time when my mother threw the only plushie i owned at the time out the window in front of horrified 14-year old me

when my father genuinely asked the psychiatrist “so she’s going to be the next jeffrey dahmer?” When he told us that I probably had aspd

when my parents snuck in the middle of the fucking night(i know, i heard them, we were wide awake when it happened) to my room to. To take my phone(the phone that I had bought) and deleted all my data and LIED about my age to be able to monitor and control what i was doing. I. I was 18 btw. i had literally turned 18 that day. Ig that was our birthday gift

“Oh, everyone feels at least a bit of attraction towards women, no matter the gender, we just have to resist the temptation!” (Our mother, 2024, being so deep in the closet that she was practically in Narnia)

Last year, when i tried explaining to my mother that biology was in fact very complex, she took the advanced biology book i was holding and hit me with it repeatedly while praying to god to make me “pure” again. Yeah. Yeah

the whole conversion camp shit that happened solely bc i said that maybe we should give gay people and everyone in general at least basic respect. Apparently according to my parents, me saying that was a sign that I was gay.

when our uncle found out about our systemhood(our own stupid fault bc we. We told him.) he. He started to find ways to trigger us and tried to get us to split so that he could mold that alter to be his. Nevermind. No. Not going to say it. Fuck no.

all those times when my mother would constantly remind me that i would be the reason she goes to hell. When she would tearfully ask me why was i like this, that i should own my life to her, since she almost died having me. Of course. She. She doesn’t remember any of this. Bc of course.

[thrawns-babygirl]

So I saw this post : https://www.tumblr.com/everythingfox/683253368904400896 and immediately went "YSALAMIRY"

Imagine Thrawn entering his quarters only to see you surrounded by fuzzy lizards purring against you and he thinks "Well how am I supposed to hug my pregnant wife now ?"

Ugh YES!!!!

I'm such a sucker for the Ysalamiri!!! 😭😭 (make them Canon again PLEASE DISNEY)

Little drabble below the cut

I like to imagine he's exhausted. Leading an Imperial remnant against the New Republic? It's hard work, you know?

He doesn't really like having you aboard the Chimaera when it could go into battle at any time, but he also hates the idea of leaving you on a planet where he can't protect you if New Republic spies find out who you are or what you mean to him. That's just unthinkable

So he leaves you in his Quarters, or on the command levels of the ship around his most trusted officers. Rukh following you basically everywhere to ensure your safety, especially while you're pregnant.

Then, after an exhausting day spent making plans and dealing with crew and strategising. All he wants to do is hold you in his arms as he relaxes in bed.

So when he gets into his quarters, he's momentarily very mildly annoyed to see his side of the bed filled with reptiles.

There are at least three of them, two of them with their heads resting pressed up against your belly as they lay on the bed and one resting on your legs with its head on top of your belly.

He knows you've given them all names but right now he can't remember them.

As quickly as his annoyance arrives, it leaves as he watches you stroke the head of the one with its head resting on your round belly, a soft smile on your lips.

Gods you are so beautiful.

He doesn't even realise he's just standing there watching the scene in front of him until you speak.

"Are you going to stand there all night?"

He moves his eyes from the creatures up to your smiling face. You look tired but you're glowing. Just so gorgeous.

He moves around the room, taking his uniform off and carefully hanging it up before carefully picking up each Ysalamiri and placing it back into its enclosure so that he has space on his side of the bed.

The only exception being the one that's resting on your legs with its head on your belly.

He climbs into bed next to you, hand finding whatever part of your belly he can place it over without disturbing the Ysalamiri resting on it and just runs his fingers along the bump, feeling a slight kick every now and then.

He is absolutely enthralled by the feeling of the baby kicking, never did he think that he would be able to create something like this.

But here you are, pregnant with his baby.

And here is that damned Ysalamiri. But he doesn't have the heart to move it.

[eggs-can-draw]

Every time I draw Kokichi he gets rounder

[cartoonscientist]

really missed the opportunity for “which is fucked up because I’m a cis dude”

[dr-gregory-house]

you just got... INSEMINATED!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🗣️🗣️🗣️

you wish. theres a pipe bomb in your mailbox

[dr-james-wilson-oncologist]

Do you perform home abortions

I regret waking up this morning.

[dailytransitiongoal]

Transition goal <3

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Why have I been super busy and distracted lately? Because of this tiny little potato! I had some... issues with my insurance provider messing up scheduling, so I've been scrambling for the last two weeks to find another place to have my initial ultrasound done, but I was finally successful! I know I said I wouldn't bog my blog down with baby shit, and I won't, but this is my first one, and I can't share on my regular social media yet, so I'm tossing it onto here because I need to share it somewhere lol.

With my adoptive sister dealing with a family death, and my step sis dealing with the nightmare that is her father (my ex-step-father), finally getting confirmation that, so far, things are all looking good with this little one is such a huge weight off my shoulders.

Admittedly, I've also been binging the Dungeon Crawler Carl audiobooks (so, so funny and genuinely addictive story-line), but now that I'm not so distracted with the what-if's, I'm hoping to really get back into writing. I'm so grateful for all the support and well-wishes I've received on here! Love you all!!

(Btw, if it's a girl, we're naming her Aria (as in the music reference, not GoT), but we're still toying with potential boy names that also follow the musical genre - hint hint, wink wink)

[ifwebefriends]

Hey did I ever tell you all that when I was still in the womb in the summer of 2001 my mom and dad drove through New York City and my mom had to go to the bathroom in one of the twin towers and my dad was upset that they stopped to see the twin towers of all places but while they were there he just grabbed a photo of both the towers and a photo of my pregnant mom in front of one of the towers?