#twin womb survivor

[jesncin]

Reunion and Loss. A continuation of Twin in the Mirror and Chimera Twin Constantine, a remix of the Golden Boy arc from Hellblazer.

A story of Two Constantine brothers and the different ways they handled grief after losing each other at birth.

[friendrat]

Geez... I was just doing some reading on the internet and got a punch in the gut.

This started because I saw a post in a womb twin survivor support group where someone had posted and was describing how they were born with a pin hole in their spine, which sounded very similar to my own diagnosis of Spina Bifida Occulta.

Anyway, certain health problems are more common in Vanishing Twin Survivors, and I thought I remembered that Spina Bifida was one of them, so I was looking it up to see if I was remembering correctly.

As I'm scrolling, one link said, "Spina Bifida a vanishing nightmare." So I clicked on it, and it was a quick thing about how numbers were going down, and they weren't sure why, but part was attributed to terminating affected pregnancies. The conclusion was that if they continued "preventative measures" i.e. termination, Spina Bifida could disappear. Of course! The solution to this health problem isn't to work on an *actual* cure or improve treatments... it's to just kill the people who have it. That will solve everything.

I'm just... I don't even know why I'm surprised. They wanted to kill me then. Of course, they would want to kill me if I was born today. I don't know why I would expect anything else... but it made me so... sad.

You know... I had an older cousin who had a much more severe case of Spina Bifida than I do. And when I say older, I mean he was like my parents' age. He was worse off than me, but he was always smiling. He was always joking with people. He volunteered his time to his local church, he stood by his principals, he helped out people in need without ever asking anything in return... and when he died, the funeral home was packed. There was a line around the building of people waiting to say their goodbyes, and it kept up the entire visitation. People were parked way down the road and had to walk to get there. My cousin was a light in people's lives.

But if he had been born right now, people would just weigh his life based on his disability and determine that he should be killed before his light could reach anyone. But sure... we can eliminate this disorder by killing the people who have it. It's disgusting that people think that way. There's no other word for it.

[friendrat]

I've never been pro-choice, but that one screenshot really resonated with me because while it wasn't Down Syndrome, I had a pre-birth diagnosis of a sort, and everyone in the medical industry (down to the pharmacist) desperately tried to convince my mother to kill me. It's because my mom believed my life was valuable, that I deserved to live, that I am alive today. Even at great risk to herself because she had really difficult pregnancies and had previously been told that if she had another child, it would probably kill her. Even then, she said God doesn't make mistakes and that I deserved live. My mom's example, and my own experience knowing they wanted me dead and I wouldn't have a say, and knowing that they said my life wasn't worth living and I would be better off dead (they were wrong), that's why I'm pro-life.

And the icing on the cake is that my twin sister didn't make it. Her loss has affected every part of my life, and I say this with complete confidence because I wasn't told about her until I was an adult and could look back and see so many parts of my childhood suddenly make sense. I experienced lifelong trauma in the womb. And all those things they said? That my life wouldn't be worth living, and no one would love me, and that I was better off dead? All those things were said about my sister as well, and it boils my blood to think of it. My sister was a person. Her loss was devastating. She deserved to live as much as I did, and she never got the chance. She never had a choice. All those things they said about her were wrong. No matter what she looked like or health problems she had to work through... she would be loved, and her life was worth living. She is the other reason I'm pro-life. Because I *know* that life begins in the womb, and I *know* the impact that even a life in the first trimester can have.

People are joining the pro life movement every day. Don't lose hope 🖤

[thelocal-shifter-kai]

My face when I realized I shifted and now my dad isn't the only survivor of triplets but had a twin that died in the womb??

LIKE IVE SHIFTED 11 TIMES NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?????

[ckret2]

So about the whole "Bill ate his twin in the womb" thing

Is "unborn twin sometimes eats their twin in the womb" like, a phenomenon that's accepted as a thing that just happens sometimes, been scientifically studied, ect? Or is this a highly unusual not-really-explained freak incident?

It's a metaphor for how he feels (and how he feels like he's been treated) as the survivor of a stillborn sibling.

His parents don't talk to him about the half of his square that didn't survive. What he knows is that he had the pieces needed to live, and he had them because the other half didn't.

Does that not mean, therefore, that he cannibalized his twin's body to survive? That he must have taken something vital from it before he was even born?

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

The New Zenin

It'd been quite sometime since the last time Krillin had seen Maki Zanin, especially that kinky, intimate night with her sister Mai but to say there'd been some changes since then was putting it mildly. Mostly because quite frankly, shit had gone down majorly bad as her twin had died and Maki herself was a changed woman in terms of looks and personality but the former particularly more so. Something major had gone resulting from what could only be called a major clusterfuck of disasters which saw the athletic tomboy manage to get out alive albeit not unscathed as her muscular work of art of a body now sported some major burn scars....which rather than detract from her looks rather actually enhanced them but that was digressing. The worst that had happened with her and her sister had occurred in the aftermath which saw their so called family (who were such trash that they were even more inhuman than the Saiyans at their worst and believe you me, Saiyans were no saints) making some real underhanded moves up to and including their own father attempt to kill them. In Mai's case he'd succeeded but the twins got the last laugh as Maki proceeded to honor her fallen sister's last wish...and wipe out their trash family down to the last man in the span of a night.

Harsh and severe as that was, Krillin couldn't fault Maki for that, if anything it was well deserved karma given the circumstances she'd explained in regards to the Zanin and their severely outdated, obsolete views and ideals especially when it came to women or those they deemed as trash or disgraces and shame to the family name. Though Maki liked to claim her heart had died along with Mai, the way she held onto a unique sword she implied a small part of her remained with her surviving twin sister but of course Maki hadn't come by the Sanchez homestead to depress and bore the short king with her personal matters but rather give context to why the sudden house call. According to the scarred amazon of a tomboy,while her heart had died along with her sister, what was left of it still reminded her that she was a woman with needs, carnal and primal as she remembered that night together with the short king...and how she wanted to feel it once again. And given she'd wiped her whole trash clan out, that meant a new clean slate and as they say, from death must come new life and so Maki was looking to make a whole new family tree...and she wanted Krillin to be the one to plant some seeds in her fertile soil.

Admittedly in spite of her cold stoic front on the surface, it didn't mean she was devoid of humour among other feelings and emotions, amused at the shocked reaction on Krillin's always cute, stupidly handsome face in response to her declaration. Of course the fact she was more direct and outright, bluntly told him "Fuck me and put your babies in me..." certainly might've had to do with that, more so when she proved how serious she was by cupping that dumb, sweet face and locking lips with him. Kissing him deeply as he could feel her passion and desire while their tongues danced, causing his own hands to move and cup her denim clad booty, making Maki gasp and moan at feeling that much missed, familiar firm touch. Whatever doubt or hesitation there would've been from the short stack sex god was pretty much cast aside as he and the Zanin survivor stripped one another naked, the spark of lust between them driving them on to waste little time and get right to fulfilling Maki's wish to make a new family....

Maki was truly quite a sight to behold for the short king as they currently went at it cowgirl style, their hands clasped together intimately while she bounced and rode her bubbly, well toned ass on his shaft. Deepthroated moans of sexual ecstasy escalating her lips as she relished his eyes on her, his attention and the lust in his eyes turning her on in addition to every inch of that cock hitting her womb. Orgasm after orgasm hitting her like sensual electric shocks surging along her spine with the delightful tingle only pleasure like this could bring. The fact Krillin could give it to her so good despite the fact she was hardly a model far as looks went these days certainly also added a welcome little erotic boost to her ego of course....

So much so helped by the short king hitting a fine balance between passionate, primal rut-class fucking and slow, affection loaded and filled lovemaking was definitely a key factor of course. For every balls deep impact against her womb's entry added with soothing massaging caresses to her muscles and sweet little kisses on her burn scars which if anything in Krillin's opinion made Maki now only look more every bit like the warrior woman she strived out to be. Oh if he ever even knew the full infamous history of her family's line of work and their notorious black sheep, her distant cousin Toji but that was neither here nor there at this moment, that was old family business. And for the new business, right now it was about having this cute little shortround work his sexual healing magic on her and start sowing some wild oats for the buns she was looking to have in her oven....

Naturally her short king was as willing and able to oblige her as ever more so to make up for lost time since their last little round of intimate acquaintanceship. The walls and ceiling of their bedroom filled with Maki's gasps and moans mixed with the creaking bedsprings and the bed banging against the floor only drowned out by the heavy rhythm of skin smacking against skin. Every minute and second passing into hours of orgasm as Krillin found that Maki could seem to take it harder and deeper, more rough than before from taking it from behind to being pinned up against the wall. Not that she wasn't a slouch of course at getting on top herself mind you especially the few times she got him in an amazon position, if only because she knew he'd give back as good as he got each an every single time.......

Suffice to say, Maki was feeling like she was on Cloud fucking 9, as she awoke to the rays of the morning light from the rising sun to find herself snuggling nice and cozy with her favourite short daddy. Feeling all deliciously sore and sticky in the right places as she knew for certain last night wouldn’t be a one time thing, after all she did have to make sure she’d get pregnant. And she wasn’t kidding when she told Krillin she wanted him to help her plant the seeds for the new family tree….with one promise to herself that the first girl she’d birth would be named after her dear departed sister. And maybe just to really stick it to her not missed relatives, the first boy would be named Toji…oh yeah that’d be making some graves spin.

As it would so happen, way down the line, Maki indeed would keep that promise when the first, but certainly not last or least, kids to be born would be fraternal twins. The scarred warrior woman welcoming Mai and Toji jr into the world and adding more numbers to 18’s growing army of little brothers and sisters for Marron. You just know the blonde loved it when a plan cam me together you knew one thing for certain. Those twins were d going to do their namesakes damn proud….

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Different sort of Edge

Somedays Lucy and Rebecca wondered how they even got roped into jobs like this, sure the mercenary life wasn't all thrills and excitement but this so called new Red Ribbon army was a joke. Sure the new upgrades to their cybernetic chrome was all well and good but the bozos who made up the rank and file of their operation was a total clusterfuck. Apparently word was one of their branches had gotten shut down because the guy in charge of it held a grudge against some nympho for being a homewrecker in his family life but that was beside the point. Much as they hated these clowns, their money was still green and they had plenty so of course, work was work and they had to put food on the table.

The gig in their case seemed simple enough, infiltrate Capsule Corp via either its offices or the personal home of the CEO herself and steal some prime choice data from the private encrypted servers up to and including Dr.Briefs' famous dyna-cap technology and science. According to their intel, their best bet was to get nice and cozy with a close personal friend of the CEO, some shortstack Satan City cop by the name Krillin Sanchez, seemed for a married man, he was quite a magnet for women. But the cybernetic edge-running duo had to admit, the guy was kind of cute in his own way and easy on the eyes, besides a few sweet words and enough liquor and they'd have the runt giving them the proverbial keys to the kingdom if he was indeed chummy with the one and only Bulma Briefs. So it was easy to cook up a plan they could put into action soon as they had the guy's personal routine and the first chance they had to isolate him and start working their natural feminine charm and wiles (Rebecca could be a foulmouthed, trigger happy shortstack as her brother could attest to...but she certainly knew how to reel a guy in).

Now finding Krillin and a chance to corner him was no problem once they found their shot to take as every weekend or so, Friday night at the least, the guy either went out drinking with some fellow officers or went off somewhere for some...side job he seemed to have. That certainly bore looking into later as for now, they had a runt to tease and blueball as they followed and observed just close yet far enough to not be too obvious with Rebecca making her move as she pretended to accidentally spill a drink on his pants. Really playing up the coy, cute ditz act as she cleaned him up, all the while stealthily groping and rubbing his crotch which certainly caught him off guard...but not as much as Rebecca was feeling as she internally communicated with Lucy to report her findings....seems this guy was packing a mushroom big enough to house a whole Smurf tribe and it might need the two of them to be able to handle it!! The hacker girl could hardly believe it, thinking the gun siren had to be joking as she followed them while Rebecca took their target somewhere nice and private, offering to make up to him for the mess she'd caused, after all there was no way he was THAT big, right?!

Turns out that was indeed the case as the cybernetic merc duo were getting their world rocked to a point that it was miracle their circuits hasn’t fried!! Seriously how could one guy be packing so much did have a Smurf living in that mushroom, they had to wonder, that is when they weren’t busy riding the damn thing! Inches of bitch breaking pleasure hitting them balls deep in turn as Rebecca laid atop Lucy, their bodies pressed and rubbing together while their target fucked them good and hard. Their tongues dancing together as the momentum of pleasure made them rather comfy with one another’s sensual, sexual company…

It was still a wonder their chrome's software and hardware alike hadn't glitched out yet from this overdose of overwhelming pleasure hitting their nerves and still no sign of this shortround slowing down once or even going soft. Seriously, the guy was a different sort of machine compared to them, not that they were complaining but he was still all flesh and blood far as they could tell, not a single cybernetic enhancement on him at all!! Every second of every minute fading into hour after hour to a point they had to take turns going one on one with Krillin just to give the other a chance to recover and even that was pushing their luck. Yet for some reason, there was something in their brains drawing them to this guy, was he like some sort of sexual magnet for androids or something!!?

All the same they endured best they could from Rebecca finding her own shortstack, walking weapon form held up in the air by the guy as he had her bouncing and riding her perky bubble butt on his jackhammering dick. To Lucy feeling the absolute sexual G-forces as she strapped in within the grasp of a full nelson, being made to endure that shaft piston in and out, those heavy balls smacking her clit and making her juices splash about with every heavy, meaty impact. Neither of them was sure if with the state their bodies were in in terms of the balance between organic meat and mechanical enhancements that they could get pregnant. But hot damn if this guy wasn't making them feel so damn good that it might be all that far from possible.......

By the time the guy was finally done, the cybernetic merc duo thought it a small wonder they could even move of their own power as they made their exit while he slept and recovered. That was after leaving him a card with their names and contact details in case he ever wanted another round of fun again in the future. Of course given they hadn’t quite achieved their mission but they figured screw it sand handed in their two weeks notice to the RR army….and thanks to some of Lucy’s virtuousa hacking skills, had helped themselves to their payment for the job as well as some of the group’s personal funds. That’s what they get for being a bunch of misfit pricks…

Far as Krillin would ever know, since then, Lucy and Rebecca were just another in the growing line of casual intimate acquaintances who’d drop in for a booty call every once a while. Never knowing the truth of their background and line of work while the duo would stick around more in their preferred social circle with their own misfit family. Interestingly they’d find themselves quite drawn to the son of a mutual business acquaintance of their team leader and yes, no worries this ain’t Night City. But that’s a different story for another time….

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Every Rose has its Thorns and......Chestnuts?!!

Even in a puzzling little world like this, there was always a business for killing especially when someone was looking to pay top price for professional service in taking out someone or to provide protection. Such was the case with the underground assassin group known as Garden, who more less managed to thrive in the wake of the once infamous Tao Pai Pai's fall from grace. Among their agents, none was more a force of nature than the one they called the Thorn Princess, a Ms.Yor Briar, every bit as beautiful as she was deadly and fast as she was strong, abnormally so you might say. Yet you'd never think she was an assassin given how she was in her day job as an office worker at city hall, Hell off the clock she was quite a modest if somewhat socially awkward ditzy woman but really you'd never think she'd even hurt a fly. On the clock though was a different story entirely because when it came to her actual line of work, like any good professional she stood by the 3 key rules; be polite, be efficient, have a plan to kill everyone you meet.

But sometimes even in a life as hectic as that of a professional assassin, nothing was ever constant and life could be prone to throwing you a curve ball. Particularly when you factor in on Yor and the fact that she's not one who can handle her liquor well at all, case in point when she had to play bodyguard for a VIP attending some gala soiree hosted by the famed CEO of Capsule Corp, one Bulma Briefs. It wasn't that she meant to do, it's just the fruit punch tasted so delicious that she couldn't help but keep going back for refills, you could hardly blame her for not knowing it had some alcohol mixed into it and it certainly helped not feel so socially awkward...and hey she found she was making a lovely new friend, a quite stunning blonde woman with the most dazzling blue eyes...Lazuli she thinks her name was. And she told the most fascinating stories about her marriage and love life, it was all so...spicy, like this was the sort of juicy gossip with dirty details her co-workers at her dayjob would give an arm and a leg to hear, so delightfully scandalous!!

Yet she couldn't help but listen with rapt attention to every little tidbit Lazuli confided in her about the quite kinky, wild sex life she had, it was like hearing the plot of one of those pervy comics they sold in adults only sections!! The more she heard, the more her began to pulse with a growing flicker of desire, curious as to what it'd be like to feel as some of those women the blonde mentioned did, to experience her husband's quite impressive sounding manhood. She wasn't normally so...casual about sex and the like and yet Lazuli was sounding so persuasive the more she spoke on, all the while Yor's mind and vision were becoming hazy every passing second and minute. Before she knew it at some point, such was her state of mind that she soon found herself in quite the predicament.....that is to say she was getting FUCKED, deep and hard with full sexual force!!

Yor wasn’t exactly sure when it happened and the how and why but quite frankly she was feeling too damn good to care as she was in a private room with Lazuli’s husband railing her doggy style. All the while the blonde sat on a couch looking on in voyeurism glee like she was watching a work of art being made. She had to say, the red eyed brunette was taking her husband’s cock pretty damn well though that could be chalked up to the booze she’d been drinking but Yor was really going with the flow. No struggle, no hesitation, it was so rare to find a woman that took Krillin balls deep of the bat and showed no signs of stopping or slowing down….and that was sexy as fuck…

Yor, horny drunk that she was of course, couldn't help but feel spurred on to give her one woman audience a show and really started upping the ante. Urging Krillin on to fuck her deeper and harder, hell fuck her like he would if Yor were his wife, much to the blonde's approval of course if the fact she was shamelessly masturbating away was any indication. The assassin hiding in plain sight soon seeing starts as the short-round bull obliged her immodest request, now feeling drunk on pleasure rather than booze. Now she couldn't recall if she was a virgin before hand but granted she wasn't the sort of female assassin who slept around with or seduced other men so if anything, this was a hell of a first time!!

Not that Lazuli, or 18 who were acquainted with her on a casual basis (only those closer knew her former given name), wouldn't have minded one way or the other because all the same, she was still getting her rocks off. She wasn't sure what sort of workout program Yor did to stay in shape or what she was fed as a kid but it got results as she handled taking her short king husband balls deep like a champ!! That toned yet sensuously voluptuous body pure sexual poetry in motion from the hypnotic sway and bounce of her tits to those clapping, jiggling thunderbun asscheeks, this woman was definitely going to make a future husband or boyfriend happy for sure (Especially with a standard like Krillin to measure up to). The blonde cyborg now feeling so aroused that she hit the point where watching just wouldn't suffice anymore, ambushing Yor with a kiss and a grope of her juicy tits while she was busy taking it from the short king doggy style......

When Yor finally came to, after who knows when she’d passed out and for how long, she pouted as she felt the lingering effects of a hangover. Pleased at least to find herself back home in her apartment yet rather bummed to find that what went down last night had been just a kinky dream no doubt born from her pent up stress. Until she saw a note on her nightstand written and signed by Lazuli, thanking her for last night and with her contact details if she ever wanted a repeat, sober this time. Suffice to say, the assassin’s reaction was just adorable…

Yor would hook up with the blonde and her husband every once a while now and then when she had time to spare and some privacy. In some ways, as she got to know the pair on a personal as well as intimate level, she couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to have what they had, a husband and child all her own. Fate would answer this question for her when one fine day, she’d encounter a man named Loid Forger and his adopted daughter Anya. But I’m sure you all know that story….

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2 Gamer Girls and a DILF

One thing 18 knew was certain as much as a fact life as death and taxes was that the older her man got, the more his raw charisma with the opposite sex aged like a fine wine. Not that he ever looked too old, oh no sir he aged gracefully but just something about her short king just increased in quality especially once he became a dad and took up his careers in law enforcement and the adult film industry. Hell with the latter, Don Juan Sanchez still ranked as Double Z studios' most popular human guy on female anthro star but once Marron had hit high school? There was nothing the bombshell cyborg found hotter than seeing some of those hormonal, pretty things having their sexual awakenings around her Krillin.

Case in point, their daughter's 2 acquaintances from the video game club at her school, a duo of classmates who were as different to one another in terms of personality like night and day. But oh damn were they a pair of sexy, bootylicious shortstacks with thick curves and meat in all the right places. So of course they already had her personal seal of approval and she knew just the way to arrange an opportunity for them to get a real shot at having her man give them the Chestnut experience like only he could, much to Miko's excitement and Gaz's more lowkey delight. It would certainly save them some time and effort trying to seize a shot with Krillin whenever they made a visit over to Marron's house without making things awkward for the girl (Though 18 knew Marron would be nonchalant if she found out, at this point in her age, she knew and understood enough just how her family life was....plus potential new little brothers or sisters!!).

All it took was a few phonecalls to the right ladies at Double Z and in no time at all, Gaz and Miko were soon doing themselves a spicy little collaboration stream, Rated R to X meaning only the steamiest action was about to be witnessed with the contrasting opposites duo rocking some fine sexy cosplay as they welcomed their fans to a special edition sponsored by Double Z studios itself!! With this session being a chance for their wild horny bitches and bastards to sit back, relax and let their donations fly as they got down and jiggy with their special guest, the one and only Don Juan Sanchez, yes you can't even begin to imagine the surprise and excitement of the gamer girl duo at finding out their DILF crush was their favourite porn star so talk about killing or rather fucking two birds with one stone!! The gamer girl duo of course had their eyes twinkling with mischief and lust alike as they got right into getting the action going by each sitting on the short king's thigh and taking turns kissing him, with plenty of wet, sloppy tongue action involved before soon making it a three way kiss and encouraging him to feel up their perky, juicy tits and asses with his hands. To which he certainly did much to their delight while their own hands caressed his muscular torso and made their way on down to his boxers clad crotch, purring as they groped and felt the prize contained within...a nice, hot slab of length and girth just ready to get right down to business and fuck them good....

In no time at all the donations were chiming and flying in along with comments especially from the female viewers who were so envious of the duo. More so as they were currently giving their DILF crush a tandem blowjob and titfucking one two combination, licking, kissing and sucking on his shaft. Deep gasps and moans escaping their lovely lips as their guest of honour massaged and squeezed their juicy, sexy asses, those booty cheeks so firm yet splendid to the touch. The fact the gamer babes were wearing just a sexy set of swimsuit style outfits definitely helped for the ease of access and especially for when they finally got naked, looking to get to the real meat of their main event……

What an event it was to behold as the thicc, voluptuous gamer girls were soon naked save for some sultry thigh high fishnet stockings as they shook what their mamas gave them in a constant erotic rotation of two on one to one on one with Double Z's resident human stud star. The short king really making those cheeks clap while Gaz and Miko would sweat and moan in orgasmic ecstasy with every balls deep impact of every inch of that bitchpleasing third leg but never forgetting to show he certainly knew how to use his mouth and hands of course. Which only spurred the two hotties on as their viewers watched them endure a relentless assault of pleasure from one of them riding him as the other had him eat her out to taking it doggy or missionary as she ate her girlfriend out. But ooh to say nothing of just how intense and passionate the one on one rounds were of course....

From seeing Gaz's normally cold, intimidating ice queen face rock an ahegao as her shortstack frame was in the 4 to 5 foot even compact stud's grasp in a standing full nelson, making her ass jiggle and tits bounce to the impact of his piston pumping pelvis. To Miko being a pretty little bitch in heat as she took it in the downward dog position, so thankful for all those Yoga sessions her mom and older sister roped her into for some quality as she barked and moaned with delight to her crush jackhammering away with full sexual force like only a real bull like him could. Any and every position shift and line up change per round of orgasms a welcome marathon to the stream viewers who were bringing the donation count up to the six figure range. Before Miko and Gaz had finally reached their limit, panting as they idly sucked off their short king's juice soaked, spent yet still so impressive cock while they off handedly saluted their watchers goodbye and cut the camera, wanting to enjoy more off camera fun after enjoying the afterglow.....

When all was said and done, Gaz and Miko’s stream had done record numbers for donations, to say nothing of the view count with Double Z’s copy of it still rising with no signs of slowing down. Such was this success that plans were already being put into place for a sequel and similar future sponsorship Collaboration, such as the promise of getting fangirls a chance with Don Juan Sanchez to rock their world. Going to show that it be they furry or human, bitches loved the short king and couldn’t get enough and business was booming.and oh how sweet it is….

As for Gaz and Miko, oh you can bet this stream wasn't a one off for them because they were making the most of having some more private, off camera fun with him any and every chance they could get. With 18's approval and co-operation of course, having more than assured her loyalty thanks to a very generous percentage cut of the profits from the stream and any future repeats of course. You can bet the blonde was always more than happy to oblige the duo, seeing them sweat and moan as her husband clapped those booty cheeks were delicious. Young ladies in Marron's age group generation were truly women of taste and culture with a standard for some real men....and a real man was a bald short king!!

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Zero?! No, Hero?! OH YEAH!!

Now Krillin was no stranger to sex dreams both before and after he'd married but lately these days they were becoming quite more vivid and lucid to a point they felt way too damn real. That one whole sequence alone with that she-hemoth with the metallic helmet had been a real handful but if that'd been a wet nightmare, this was one hell of a wet dream for sure. Finding himself in some sort of lush yet majestic bathhouse temple, clad in nothing but the boxers he'd been sleeping in and soon finding himself not alone for long as he was greeted by quite the heavenly sight both literally and figuratively. Seriously he'd seen and knew some stunners in his time, being married to one especially but hot damn were these some knockouts!!

Surrounding him on all sides as he found himself laying by the edge of what was revealed to be quite a luxurious looking hot tub were 5 exotically dusky skinned beauties who introduced themselves as the Muses, goddesses of the arts and proclaimers of great heroes, such as himself to his confusion and surprise. To say nothing of his sudden shock as they up and let their silky toga dresses fall off of their luscious bodies, fully exposing themselves before his eyes as with sensual smiles, they reached out to pull him into the tub with them. Depriving him of his boxers as they did so before assaulting him head to toe with lusty licks and kisses which expressed such worship and sensual devotion but more so when he soon found those 5 lips and tongues working some serious erotic magic on his cock and balls. Whatever confusion or questions he had in regards to his situation and just where the line between dreaming and actually happening was blurring gave way to his ever attentive libido answering this call to action with full sexual force with his hands reaching out to grope and feel up these oh so fine well toned beauties, their moans music to his ears as they welcomed and encouraged his attention...

Before Krillin knew it, he found himself going along with this sudden momentum, laying back in the tub to bask in the warm, bubbling water with two muses each beside him. idly kissing, stroking and massaging his upper torso or his face while the curviest, thiccest and plumpest of these fine ladies was busy eagerly servicing his cock. This oh so example of a big, beautiful woman was Thalia and she was really putting her luscious tits to use as she stroked off his length and girth between those milk chocolate pillows, all the while licking and sucking on whatever was exposed with her pouty, pretty lips. The water giving her lovely form a glistening sheen as her eyes gazed upon him with lust and worship, pink hearts glowing within them as she was soon deepthroating him with eager abandon. But of course the thrilling sensation of her facefucking herself on his shaft to her lips kiss his balls and the base of his abs had nothing on the moment she mounted and began to ride him cowgirl style, sensual gasps and moans like a sensual melody escaping her as she bounced and rode on his cock and made that chocolate booty clap like thunder and those glorious tits bounce.....and he still had 4 more of these beauts waiting for their turn...

It was all like playing and living out a pornographic montage with Krillin feeling his mind become hazy amidst becoming tangled in the limbs and lusts of the dusky skinned goddesses. Such as finding himself going balls deep fucking Melpomene from behind while fingering Clio and Terpsichore kneeling beside her. Calliope meanwhile straddled his shoulders as she held his head to have have him eat her out as the recovering Thalia hugged him from behind, caressing his torso while massaging his back with her big, juicy tits. But of course it only escalated from there with 5 women and all manner of combinations and positions to have…

One moment he was standing in front of a sitting Clio, holding her lovely hair in his grasp as he facefucked with deep, forceful pumps and thrusts as Terpsichore knelt behind and between his legs, eating her out. The next, he was plowing Calliope in missionary, her lovely legs draped around his waist as Thalia stood in front of him to have him eat her out and enjoy an occasional squeeze and smack of her glorious booty. 5 on one, 4some, 3some, one on one, these girls were relentless in their pursuit to express their lust and devotion and he felt like he had no urge or drive to relent either when they were so obliging. Just when it seemed like he was spent, clearly these goddesses of the arts knew plenty when it came to the art of lovemaking enough to make him feel like he could stay standing in a an orgy!! If Roshi could see him now, chances were the turtle hermit would feel pride, envy and rage all at once because damnit good for Krillin but where was his slice of coochie damnit?!!

Though that was the furthest thing from Krillin's mind of course as he kept himself in deep with 5 milk chocolate beauties still wanting more of his chestnut stuff and then some. Obliging them in this relentless lucid wet dream marathon with Calliope riding him cowgirl style as Melpomene rode his face, having him eat her out while the 2 muses kissed and made out with one another. Thalia, Terpsichore and Clio keeping one another in good company with some casual lesbian action as they waited for their next turn, all while Krillin felt his mind become hazier with every load blown. For some reason he just felt this need to really give it good to these dusky skinned works of art like he was being driven by some unknown force out of spite...but for what and who?!!

That thought faded from the forefront of his mind and disappeared along with his vision as the dream faded to black, leaving Krillin to wake up to his wife giving him a morning blowjob. Case of good fortune and timing on her part as he was feeling majorly pent up from that dream, much of what he could recall of it anyway. But damn what a dream it’d been and for some reason, he was craving chocolate, no idea why but hey wasn’t a bad idea all the same. First thing’s first, time to give 18 a quickie fast thanks for her regularly morning surprise…..

One little morning rut and breakfast later and the couple were off with Maron in tow, when Krillin was puzzled and feeling a sense of deja vu as he saw 5 very familiar looking dark skinned woman in the midst of moving into one of the houses across the way. One of them having spotted them making their way over to the Chestnut family as she introduced herself Calliope, who’d just arrived in town with her sisters and looked forward to getting to know their neighbours soon as they settled in. Going by the gleam in her eyes and the sensual smile she was sending his way, Krillin was getting the feeling last night might not have been a dream. Which begs the question…what made it happen, by who and why?! (If you all have to ask, you’ve not been paying attention to certain past chapters.)

[theramblergal]

For @livingtheparadoxlife, who asked I write something on the twins and Krishnaa after the war.

This is gonna be long and angsty as hell, warning.

Krishnaa can barely look at her youngest two husbands nowadays.

It is no fault of their own, she knows.

But the kalachakra has spun, wreaking untold devastation across every single person, ripping their very souls out of them.

She can barely look at them together for a few seconds before she is reminded by the ghost of what is, what was, and bile rises in her throat and she has to excuse herself, their sad eyes trailing her as she flees, eyes burning.

She gets as far as the next room before she falls to her knees, chest heaving, her insides screaming for breath because every inhale chokes her with the red dust of Kurukshetra and the rank stench of rotting corpses and the metallic tang of blood even though she is hundreds of yojanas away from Kurukshetra. Her eyes do not see the gaudy wealth of the Kurus but the headless and mutilated bodies of her family.

Krishnaa Draupadi—once affectionately called Panchaali, the saubhagya of Prishata's line, is the last daughter of Panchala. The only survivor of the royal family.

She is sonless, fatherless, brotherless—

Twinless.

Dhrishtadyumna.

She cannot think about him without feeling her soul crumble into thousands of pieces, but he is never far from her thoughts.

His luminous eyes, always so full of life, glint at her from a dark corner of the room, but now they are bloodshot, listless, empty, so empty, too empty—

She had always been aware of Dhrishtadyumna through a fire-edged bond in the back of her mind, no matter the distance between them. But that connection had burned to pieces, a choked and whimpering spark being put out instead of the glorious roar of a warrior, leaving ashes drifting in the wind.

They had won.

They had won.

And then they had lost—everything.

Krishnaa had always been blessed with companionship and love beyond any normal person and she had been eternally grateful for it. But there had no one who knew her best but her twin. She had been with him from the first moment her awareness sparked into existence, cradled by the fire's womb, twin sparks in two bodies.

All her secrets, all her tears, all her joy was his—and all of his was hers.

She told him everything, things she'd never tell her husbands.

But he wasn't here anymore.

And Nakula and Sahadeva still had each other.

They were the only two of her husbands who truly understood her bond with Dhrishtadyumna. They understood what it meant to be a twin, more than she could put into words.

But they had always had each other. There was never a moment they were separated. The sons of Maadri had never been torn from the other's side—not through their exiles, their sojourns in other kingdoms, not through the battle.

And she hates that.

She hates that she hates it—hates that she hates her husbands for something so—so small.

(But it isn't small at all.)

She wants to wail, scream at fate: why were they allowed to keep their souls intact when I have burned myself over and over for them and my soul is torn into two—

You have no right to take my twin from me—

The pain is too much, please bring him back—

Please—

Have I not given enough?

A twin is a mirror, a double helix, Dhrishta had said once, orange-brown eyes smiling at her, hand warm in hers—and Nakula and Sahadeva, she and Dhrishtadyumna have always been that. Similar yet different, but always together.

She had stood alone, eyes reflecting the burning pyres of her dead family, clear vision and chin tilted, watching Nakula reach for a weeping Sahadeva—a comfort in a hand reaching in the blind darkness but knowing that they will always reach back for you.

She wanted that—needed it more than anything.

But the one who used to give her that comfort was burning on the pyre in front of her.

They had approached her a few times after that. She would not look at them. Resentment, bitter and sharp, would curdle a vicious poison in her but she could never bring herself to snap at them. Deep down, she was still their Krishnae but that part of her was lost with Panchaali.

She lets out a cry, sharp and wordless, throat choked with a thousand different emotions.

They come to her, rushing to her side.

He will never come back to her.

"Don't—" she whispers, emotions a frenzied storm in her.

"Krishnaa please—we can't see you like this—" Nakula pleads.

"Leave. Please."

"Dhrishta wouldn't want to see you like this, Krishnae.." Sahadeva murmurs.

But they respect her wishes—they always have, even when they don't want to—and leave her.

The sky is perfectly blue; the wind is soothing; the people go about their lives and the world spins on; but Krishnaa presses the back of her hand to her mouth as she weeps alone, shoulders shaking, wondering if she'll ever be able to look at her youngest two husbands without feeling the hollow emptiness of her twin's absence beside her again.

(She never will.)

[welcome-tothe-madness]

So upset I have yet to see a kuroshitsuji edit to Brutus, like, ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

That song is SOOOO O!Ciel coded.

I could literally do a lyrics breakdown analysis of how each verse correlates with his backstory.

I've been watching him for my entire life

I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees

His words so contrived

And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside

They hang on every breath, cling to his chest

Home to his heart full of pride

Obviously, O!Ciel has been forced into his brother’s shadow, and watch how everyone adores his brother while he stays inside alone with a dog

The oracle told him to beware the Ides

And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing

For untimely death or demise

Or am I just wishing I could be like you?

That the people would see me too as a poet

And not just the muse

The oracle could be Undertaker meeting the twins when they were young, foreboding a terrible fate to come. Also, O!Ciel had to face some pretty complicated feelings of being in R!Ciel’s shadow.

Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you

From birth we've been like brothers of different mothers

Within the spirit of the same womb

May the gods strike me down if I forsake you

Frater meus, you're beautifully made

And to you I'm forever grateful

O!Ciel does not actually wish harm upon his brother, but he does feel immense envy for being born as his sickly spare. But he is grateful to him for being his protector and light

I'll never forget that you showed me to make art

And I know the love you showed me came

From a pure and noble heart

I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King

But why do I lie awake each night thinking

"Instead of you, it should be me"?

O!Ciel knows his brother is kind, noble, and pure, but he cannot help but believe he is the one deserving Earldom

Something wicked this way comes

And as I set to face it, I'm unsure

Should I embrace it, should I run?

What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love?

What's more wrong; that I too wish to be great

Or my mother wished she'd had a son?

And even if I can't be the one

Maybe I could at least help make way for him

Until the day that he comes

Maybe my name could also be known

That I helped return good to the people

And restored greatness to Rome

I believe this could be where Sebastian is introduced and O!Ciel begins to grapple with survivors guilt, his own selfishness, and him forever being changed by what happened. He wants to be the one remembered.

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy

So with a heavy heart

I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy

My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me

Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy

I, too, have a destiny

This death will be art

The people will speak of this day from near and afar

This event will be history, and I'll be great too

I don't want what you have, I want to be you

I believe these lyrics for the most part are self explanatory, but I think this would be a cool part to bring back O!Ciel witnessing R!Ciel’s death (by a dagger), and him reclaiming his dead brother’s name and family ring

I always knew I could be the one

Though I feel the endless pain of being

And I am scorched by the Sun

Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex

My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex

That last lyric is the one that feels like the cherry on top for me. “My name is ___ but the people will call me Ciel” is a good alternative for a potential black butler animatic/edit whatever.

Idk, I’m an artist so I could def be the one to make this happen, but GRRRR I think this song fits him so well it drives me insane I haven’t seen anybody else make the connection

[jesncin]

ohhhohoho someone else who also understands the untapped potential of survivor twin Constantine (I thought the potential left untapped was so fascinating I ended up making it the base of one of my fave OCs)

Anyways this is a request for the twin less twin John Constantine essay if you actually want to write it. You have a captive audience. Love your guys' art love everything about this idea

ohohoho an essay request?!?!!! Be still my heart, I am so touched that people want to hear more of Johnstantine Survivor Twin stories! I LOVE that the untapped potential became the basis for an OC for you, that is my favorite kind of creativity. Shortish essay incoming??

THE POTENTIAL OF SURVIVOR TWIN CONSTANTINE

I'm still reading through Hellblazer, but I can't help but feel the themes that crop up about how Constantine keeps losing friends and loved ones, how he struggles with commitment, how he keeps them at a distance feels like twinless twin angst to me! It's chasing an unattainable intimacy that can't ever be replicated, and the eternal grief some Survivor Twins go through- that fits Constantine a little too perfectly. John's themes are guilt? Well great, he's essentially assigned Survivor's Guilt at birth as a twin! He's haunted by the ghosts of people he's wronged or caused to die? Well, some twinless twins go through that too! Famously Elvis Presley was haunted by his lost womb twin, and perhaps talked to him when he was alone. Constantine's early bombastic punk lifestyle and eventual desire to live despite the odds (like in his cancer arc) reminds me of the pianist Liberance saying the death of his womb twin fueled his flamboyant lifestyle and "desire to live for two".

There's a lot of potential angst in contrasting Constantine's will to live and him never getting to reunite with his twin because he keeps cheating death. Maybe he wants his twin's ghost soul to move on from guilt, but Goldie doesn't want to ascend because John is all that he's ever known. Maybe Goldie's the only ghost that doesn't blame John for their death (no one should ever blame a surviving twin for the lost twin's death in my opinion, cough!!), and that in itself makes Constantine feel a unique kind of grief. Surviving identical twins talk about how even looking at the mirror brings them pain- because it's a reminder that your sibling didn't get to grow up the way you did. That bittersweet "you survived but at what cost" feels quintessential to Constantine stories.

Constantine Should Be Sincere Survivor Twin Representation Instead Of Another Tiresome Evil Demon Twin Narrative Blink If You Agree

[friendrat]

My son just said that my sister gave her strength so that I could survive. I'm normal about this. It's actually a feeling that resonates with me a lot. I know some vts survivors feel like they somehow killed their twin or that they are otherwise responsible, and I had those feelings too at first, but I know that I would have willingly given my life for hers, so the idea that she was also willing to give her life for me has a small measure of comfort.

[the-notch-in-history]

Hello?

Would you like to read with me?

Please do, even an imaginary audience is preferable to doing this alone.

Thank you.

Now, hm…we would call this a prologue, right? Perhaps? Or perhaps that’s being too fancy. “Explanation”- that will do.

…from the very, very beginning.

The world began with two brothers; two twin souls who came from the womb of Nothingness together, as equals.

The Creative and the Destructive.

The two brothers didn’t quite get along, and were different as night and day.

One brother loved to create, to comfort.

The other loved to destroy, and craft others that would destroy.

But both were necessary, and both were equal.

The world would overflow if the Creative was given too much power- he couldn’t bear to destroy his creations. There would be nothing left if the Destructive took control- he would only create those who would ravage the Overworld.

So alas, there was balance, and the brothers loved each other dearly.

 But this didn’t last. Soon they began to bicker, and their already fragile bond began to crack.

One day, this lasting quarrel- the constant massacre of those the Creative held dear, and the constant altering of the Destructive’s own creations- came to a head.

The Creative locked the Destructive away in a world where there could be no balance, as whatever he destroyed would return twofold.

The Destructive locked the Creative away in a world where anyone or anything he made within its confines would be quickly returned to nothingness. 

And so nothing was created, and nothing was destroyed.

The brother’s favorite creatures, the Survivalists, were made in the brothers’ image, given the capability to craft the world to their liking. And so, in the absence of their makers, they did.

They lead the creatures around them, whether they were peaceful and willing or rebellious and spiteful.

There was unrest.

The beings made to reflect their creators did exactly that, perhaps too much…taking control and destroying whatever they wanted for their own gain.

…and this was done to them in return by the creatures they deemed “monsters.”

After years of brewing conflict, war broke loose, and the Survivalists- now the war’s Survivors- won, driving their foes into the depths of the earth.

Nowadays, those same enemies hide in the caves, so accustomed to the darkness that many of them would now burn if they dared touch the rays of the sun.

But that was thousands of years ago.

I’ve watched many creatures embark on perilous journeys, but their stories…

Well, they never quite have satisfying endings.

But perhaps this story will be the one to fill my pages.

I even have my eyes on a protagonist.

(Next)

[moibakadesu]

EDIT: After I was done and posted this a few more things came to mind, also thanks to my Twitter mood making me think even more about it so as of 30th April there is more in here, waha.

Hiii, it’s me again, and behold, the other day shortly before I went to sleep a new Haruka theory came to me that strikes me as quite galaxy brained, so get ready for:

Haruka and Mirai (the little girl) were meant to be twins

cw for suicide, animal death and things like infant death

So what exactly do I mean by this? Well, that Mirai either died in the womb or during birth. It is not all that uncommon that in a pregnancy with twins not both of them survive, for various reasons. One of these reasons can also be: strangulation by the umbilical cord. 

Isn’t that a “nice” coincidence with the whole strangulation theme around Haruka going on. A twitter mutual of mine even pointed out that this might even be a link to the necklace, sort of like a constant reminder to himself about this.

We would also have another link between the 01&02 prisoner pair, if both cases would in a way revolve around an unborn child.

It would also get rid of some of the contradictions we have with the whole narrative. We see Mirai both at the same age as Haruka, but in AKAA we see her clearly younger than Haruka. So what if that is basically just her “ghost” haunting him? A sort of prenatal survivor's guilt going on?

With how badly his mothers tends to treat him overall she might as well have said things to him like “It is your fault she suffocated” (imprinting that whole picture of strangulation in him deeply) or “I wish it would have been you who died and not her”.

This puts some scenes in AKAA into a very interesting light. My twitter moot that I mentioned earlier once compared the imagery of Haruka stuck in the room surrounded by the dead animals with a ritual that is called "kodoku". It's a sorcery from japanese folklore in which insects (and in some versions also other animals like snakes etc) are put into a jar or confined space with the goal of killing each other until only one survivor is left. The goal of this sorcery is to create a curse that causes misfortune and bad luck. Now what does Haruka always say he causes people, hmmm. And what if this confined space was the womb? I already linked the last scene in AKAA where he is swaying in the fluid with what seems like a wish to return to the mother's womb, the goal to be reborn. So maybe all of this is connected in a way.

Maybe it even is a hint that every time we see Mirai in the MVs Haruka is in some way connected to her, be it holding her hand or with his hands around her throat. Does it point to how they were basically connected in the mother’s womb? Or how she is still haunting Haruka as a constant presence. Probably even more so as the expectations of his mother what he should have been and couldn’t be. I know a lot of people link this to Haruka being transfem, I kinda see it as the opposite actually, him getting this wish of his mother forced on himself, this thought that he might be better and more worthy of love from her if he would be a girl, this is completely for his mother’s sake, not for himself. 

And of course the death of Mirai would not at all have been his fault.

But he would still absolutely blame himself for that, having taken that away from his mother that she wished for so much more than having him.

So I still think that is of course what got him into Milgram. As a big defender of the suicide theory I fully believe that this lead up to Haruka taking his own life, his Milgram “murder” proper.

Another contradiction is the interrogation answer where he answers that his family consists of him and his parents. Well, this could mean he just didn’t include the deceased person. Or that she never properly existed in the first place, never was an actual part of the family. It always struck me as weird that we don’t have more … presence of Mirai in any way, seeing her with his mother, any sort of mention. If she really played such a big role in the Sakurai family life that Haruka had a reason to be jealous of her, why do we not see anything about this?

It feels like I am really on to something here, but as much as this would clear up some contradictions it also adds some … Haruka’s infamous “I can kill anything smaller and weaker than me, you know?” is such a hard statement, but Haruka’s perception of the world is rather special, so it might as well be that we can’t even take this all literally? Maybe it was “real murder” in his mind, even though it didn’t involve a physical present person.

What also got pointed out to me was, that his 3rd anniversary artwork is a very fetal posture, fitting this whole theme as well.

[unwelcome-ozian]

Do you happen to know anything about womb twin survivor syndrome/vanishing twins?

I was chosen to be abused because a cleft in my chin. They said I had the ability to take myself out of it because my brain was more divided naturally. I don't know if there's any truth to it, but when I found out I was a monozygotic twin that reabsorbed the other twin in the first trimester it made me connect to two, and made too many things make sense.

I’m familiar with vanishing twin. 

Here are some links for survivors.

A Blog For Womb Twin Survivors Around The World

My Work with Womb Twin Survivors

Twinless Twin

I hope you find support on your journey. There is no ‘reason’ for someone to be abused.

Oz

*Vanishing twin syndrome is a type of miscarriage that can occur during multiple pregnancies (births involving twins or triplets). It occurs when an embryo detected during an ultrasound can’t be found on a future ultrasound. The embryo stops developing, and its tissue gets absorbed by the mother, or gestational parent, and the surviving embryo(s).

[mother-0f-twins]

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Leto, the veiled Titaness, stands as a symbol of resilience, dignity, and quiet defiance. Born of the ancient Titans Coeus and Phoebe, she embodies the twilight between day and night, the calm before the storm. She is the silent storm herself — once hunted mercilessly across the lands by Hera's spite, with no place to rest, no sanctuary to cradle her swelling womb. Yet even as the world turned its back on her, Leto never faltered.

She wandered, not as a victim, but as a survivor, until the barren island of Delos rose from the sea to offer her refuge. There, under the open sky and against all odds, she gave birth to the radiant twins: Apollo, the sun god, and Artemis, the goddess of the moon and the hunt.

Leto’s story is not just of motherhood, but of unwavering endurance. She is the quiet strength that speaks louder than fury, the dusk that promises both rest and awakening. Her calm presence cloaks a fierce willpower, the fire of a mother who would defy Olympus itself to protect her children.

With a serene yet formidable grace, she moves through myth as a reminder that even in the shadows, power endures. She is the goddess of hidden strength, of grace under pressure, and of the dawn that follows even the darkest night. To speak her name is to invoke the balance of light and shadow, of mercy and quiet power — Leto, the immortal guardian, the silent flame.

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Name: Leto.

Age: You're to sweet.

Relationship Status: Unknown?

(She was with Zeus for a little bit, but I'm unsure if I want it to stay Like that.)

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Relationships:

@phoebus-the-sun - Apollo.

Apollo, one of my two dearest children. I try to protect him as much as possible, he's so sweet to me, I have no words.

(No-one) - Artemis.

The same as Apollo, you're independent in your own way and strive to protect others as much as possible.

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Tags:

Leto's here, no need to fear. - Rp Leto.

Really? You did that? - Silly, ooc Leto.

An outcast, Again.. - Angst.

My children are wonderful, aren't they? - Interactions with Apollo and Artemis.

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[ouchmaster6000]

Its not just that the drow kill each other, but the mothers actually feel euphoric pleasure from feeling their babies murder each other in the womb. They would be too selfish to get pregnant were this not the case.

Here are some excerpts on Drow birth and childhood by Robin D. Laws in Dragon Magazine #298:

"Bloodied From the Birth-Sac

A notable difference between drow and their topside cousins lies in their fertility rate. Most elves have very low fertility rates, in keeping with their long lifespans. Drow mothers, in contrast, give birth as often as the more fertile races, such as humans and orcs. Their greater fertility reflects the crushing mortality rate among drow infants and youngsters.

Drow females might give birth to ten times the number of babies than the females from other elven subraces do, but this does not mean that they end up with more adult children. It is common for pregnant drow to carry twins or even triplets. Even in these cases, multiple births are rare, as the strongest of the fetuses feeds on its siblings in the womb.

Pregnant drow can sometimes feel these mortal combats take place in their bellies. Such prenatal battles produce in their mothers a euphoric sensation, referred to in the Undercommon tongue as chad-zak. The feeling is infinitely stronger than that produced in the bedchamber or by any intoxicant. Without it, it is doubtful that drow women, selfish to the core, would ever deign to suffer the inconveniences of reproduction.

Chad-zak occurs up to four times per multiple pregnancy. It usually happens early in the third trimester. Mothers who experience repeated chad-zaks usually feel them in quick succession, once every one or two days. The final chad-zak indicates one fetus’s successful slaying of its rivals. This process does not result in stillbirths; the slain are absorbed back into the mother’s body.

Playing For Keeps

The fact that a newborn drow has survived in the womb and made it through birth does not guarantee its further survival. All drow children, even those not yet able to walk, feel an instinctive homicidal impulse toward their siblings. In fact, when opportunity rears its head, most drow youngsters happily kill any playmates.

Despite this fact—or, rather, because of it—children are not kept apart in drow nurseries. Their mothers want the strong children to sharpen their predatory inclinations, polishing off their weaker offspring in the process. No drow wants a weak or incompetent child to reach adulthood, where she might bring shame to the family.

Note that strength need not be physical; it is better to have a spindly child whose cleverness allows her to engineer the deaths of others than a well-muscled brute who is easily fooled. It goes without saying that any drow bent toward mercy or virtue stands out as glaringly weak. In the unlikely event that his siblings don’t gang up on him and crush his windpipe, the mother will surely send such a shameful freak of nature to the priestesses, as fodder for their ceremonial daggers. It is for this reason that good drow are exceedingly rare. To survive without enthusiastically embracing evil is next to impossible.

Drow parents rarely visit their children. Some weak-minded males might enjoy playing with their spawn, but nurses and other servants keep a watchful eye on them. No doubt because it is such a dangerous time for them, drow children grow up much faster than the children of other elves. By the age of eight, drow children can walk, talk, and speak. They are then carted off to receive schooling.

Junior priestesses tutor the young, savagely punishing them for misbehavior. Students might be caged, doused with scalding or freezing water, poked with sharpened sticks, poisoned, burned, or simply pulverized with fists and clubs. Such ill treatments scarcely seem to slow down these untamable children, who have already proven themselves bullies and survivors at home. Priestesses never fatally harm their charges; if they want them dead, it’s wasteful not to sacrifice them.

Religious doctrine is the main object of study. Youngsters are also drilled in combat maneuvers, literacy, mathematics, alchemy, natural history, and various artisan skills. Students who demonstrate an affinity for magic are often taken out of classes and apprenticed to wizards and sorcerers. School continues until the age of twenty, when adolescence officially begins. By this time, one out of every three students will have been murdered by classmates. Another one in ten will have been sent to the temple as food for Lolth.

THE ETHICS OF DROW KILLING

Adventurers who want to maintain their good alignments must always think before they smite. Just because the vast majority of orcs or bugbears, for example, tend to be evil, does not guarantee that any particular orc or bugbear deserves to be mercilessly cut down in the name of truth and virtue.

With drow, such qualms do not apply. Virtually any individual in a drow community has already proven him- or herself a murderer—even small children. Be warned, though: By the same token, almost all drow, including very young ones, are experienced killers and might boast shockingly high levels as warriors, rogues, or sorcerers. More than one adventurer has died an ignominious death after relaxing his guard with a drow child.

Drow wanderers might, in exceedingly rare circumstances, claim the mantle of goodness. Some individuals exile themselves from their murderous communities in search of a peaceful life out of Lolth’s reach. In most cases, they’ll be consumed with shame and self-loathing, unable to fully shake the savagery of their formative years. A supposedly good drow might not gut you in the night as you sleep, but he’ll still constantly wrestle with powerful impulses toward dishonesty, selfishness, and treachery. The fact that surface-dwellers shun them at all costs makes life even more difficult for the infinitesimally tiny fraction of drow who sincerely seek redemption."

I really love the article and prefer it over the more recent Drow lore. I hate how "safe" Dungeons and Dragons has gotten in recent years, preferring when it was darker and grittier. And humanoid monsters were allowed to be portrayed as irredeemably evil.

The 3.5 book Drow of the Underdark also has some good lore in it.

do you guys think nym and sorn are actually twins or is it just a weird roleplay thing

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Since getting over the feelings from the Acolyte finale I've been chewing on an idea for a canon divergence for a while and thought I'd put it here for the writers and artists

So this is years before any Jedi are called to Brendock. I'm not sure of the exact steps involved with the vergence and the twins so I'm fudging some details for plot stuff. I'm going with the idea that the twins were created by Aniseya while still in Korril's womb.

It is confirmed in canon that would take someone immensely powerful in the Force. But what if other parties (Sith) had sensed something of this and gone investigating? It is proven that they'll covet those that are especially strong in the force

Idk if Qimir has joined the line of Bane yet but I'm imagining his wrinkly roommate is definitely involved and being creepy at this juncture

Anyway I imagine the coven would take the Sith showing up about as well as they took the Jedi showing up in the show. There was a fight that killed the rest of the coven; Aniseya particularly allowing Korril to escape the planet while still carrying the twins with an epic sacrificial move (no stabby Sol in this au no sir)

Meanwhile, Sol is a young knight on a solo mission far from the core when he comes across a heavily pregnant but fierce zabrak woman using the force to fight off some mysterious and malicious persuers (raisin had a Sith Acolyte or two perhaps)

Being a Jedi he of course helps her. I'm sure Korril is very suspicious and hostile about another outside force user interfering but by this point she prefers the Jedi over whatever the Sith raisin had planned

Now this is where I got hazy on details

I'm kinda imagining they work together to keep the twins safe, with Korril and Sol even reaching some sort of respectful understanding as they both clearly care for the safety of unborn children. They've been bickering over what would actually be "safe" but they've been working their way towards the temple without any good alternatives since the destruction of the coven. Reaching out with communications runs the risk of being discovered, as Korril was when she tried to reach out to any other coven survivors so they have no backup at the moment.

Unfortunately their final confrontation ends with Korril going into labor after a risky maneuver to protect the twins by cutting off the Sith's head (with Sol's saber after he'd been disarmed in the fight?)

So cue a post battle birthing that ends remarkably similar to RotS. Korril gives birth to the twins, but the battle leading up to it took its toll and now she is dying. She names the twins and makes Sol promise to protect them (and maybe threatens him for old times sake, I can see them having an inside joke over this if they were traveling for a while cuz I'm a sap for enemies to friends)

Ofc Sol vows to protect the twins of his unexpected ally (friend? He wants to say friend but he's pretty sure she would still shank him)

He carries out whatever funeral rites Korril requested prior to her death before heading for the temple.

Imagine everyone's surprise when Sol shows up after being gone for who knows how long without any contact and carrying two very young but powerful infants. That would be a report to the Council that no one would forget for a while

Did I also possibly end the line of Bane with this idea? Maybe so