#uffh

[wakeup01]

Theft Of A Bro

Uffh. Yeah, that’s good. Just like I thought…tight. We’ll see how long that lasts. No need to talk bro, I know what you want to say. You’re sorry for reacting that way, that me being gay shouldn’t have changed anything. That you shouldn’t have used that slur, or called me a bitch.

Hindsight is 20/20 though, especially when you’re getting fucked by a bro who’s stealing your muscles. Dude, don’t look away. Look me in the eyes, I want you to watch your legs dangle hopelessly above you as I take your masculinity. Take the body you worked so hard for. And I want to see your expression when you begin to love it.

I can already see your arms deflating down there, becoming dainty twigs. You won’t be able to lift a thing with those. That’s okay bro, you can give that bulk to me. I’ll put it to good use. Fuck. See them balloon, so fucking good man. Rrrrww! My biceps feel so much stronger, check out these guns. Check out YOUR guns on my body. Haha. What? Come on bro, you can forgive me for a bit of flexing. Okay maybe a lot of flexing, but I can’t help it. You were always such a egocentric showoff - puffing out your chest like a territorial beast. A textbook, self obsessed fuckboy, now I understand why.

And just look at my expanding pecs. So fucking thick and juicy. Bouncing in time with my th—thrusts! Those used to be yours. You always hated how guys used to eye them up, but now you’ll be the one salivating at them. No need to try and deny it my dude, soon enough your body will have new…needs. Wow bro, you’re already looking real flat down there. Those endless hours spent at the gym to boost your fragile ego, only for me to steal it within seconds. All that definition just fading into your tiny, slimming stomach. Those grab-able hips. Fuck, me on the other hand, I’ve never felt stronger. You could break rocks on here! I’ll take good care of these abs, they look better on me anyway.

Aww, your square jaw is rounding out to a cute little pouty face. Squirm all you want. You look so adorable when trying to seem angry bro. Hard to take you seriously when you’re blushing so intensely. You did always tease my boyish features and now my head is like chiselled marble. And you? That button nose and those freckles, guys are just gonna love you. Say goodbye to being a manly jock. Hello twinky boitoi! I think your waist is now thinner than your girlfriend… or is that ex girlfriend now? That’s a body designed to be fucked brah. So just let me fuck it. Take it like a BITCH! Like the BITCH you thought I was.

Uff. I can feel my cock expanding inside you. The veins pulsing, flowing with blood. Can you feel it too bitch? Yeah, by your expression I know you can. Stretching your hole wide, filling you to the limit. Feels good, doesn’t it. Don’t look now but your dick is shrinking. I’m stealing all that length, all that girth; pushing mine deeper and deeper inside you. Pounding that prostate. There you go. A tiny nub. My churning balls are dropping lower and swelling as yours shrivel up. Mmmff. Fuck that’s sick bro.

Yeah, it’s okay to moan. Your breathy voice getting higher and higher, as mine gets deeper. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal for slutty bitches in heat like you. It’s in your nature. Especially when in the presence of an alpha god like me. Whew, my pits are sweating like mad, just smell that intense musk. Smells just like you used to, bet that fact makes you real hard. Smelling your scent dripping from another man as it’s stolen from you.. Sniff and moan. Sniff, moan and give everything to me.

Holy shit, even your skinny legs are hairless now bro. Just like the rest of your smooth, svelte physique. How does it feel? How does it feel to be the ideal gay bottom slut, the very thing you abhorred.

Why so quiet broski? Oh that’s right, we’re trading that pigheaded ego for an eagerness to please. You had enough confidence to share, so I’m taking it. Taking all of it. Fuck. Yes. Your outspoken nature is draining into me, leaving a timid little mouse in it’s place. A stark difference from that rude, puffed-up dick you prided yourself on being. Even now I bet part of you wants to talk back, be a brat. Hm, but that shy smile betrays what you really are. A well behaved boy who knows his manners. Isn’t that fucking right? Heh, good boy.

Look at me and see what you used to be. Marvel at me, marvel at what you’ve lost. Starstruck at your own well deserved comeuppance. Feel your nub twitch at the sight of the perfect man fucking your jock-hood into nothingness. That strength being sapped away. It makes you feel so small and weak. But you can’t tear your eyes away.

Your head? Sorry bro, I got bored of being the dumb one, so yeah, I’m taking your smarts too. Even if you did waste it and let your cock make most of the decisions. Maybe if you hadn’t held it over me, looked down at me. Well…who’s looking down now? Don’t worry, being air-headed has it’s benefits. That empty look in your eyes, the open drooling mouth. Blissful ignorance. The cute way you’ll get confused at the simplest of things. The ‘ummms’ and ‘huhs’ as you bite your lip and push out your rear. Talking like the complete basic bitch gay you once hated. The constant state of mind melting hornyiness. Dumb as a rock. A complete ditz. You’ll get by doing ‘favours’.

I’m not a jackass though. Not like you were. It’s only fair you get something of mine bro, you can have what’s left of my body fat. Unf. Straight to your rear. Let it plump up your butt to a perfect round bubble. A wobbly shelf. A big bouncy booty. Woof. Yeah just like that. The perfect entrance to your endlessly usable fuck hole. Damn, it’s tight. Let’s conquer it.

Bruh, your masculinity is truly delicious, surrender the rest up to me. To my new hulking, godlike form. Purge every trace of manliness from your puny effeminate body with abject glee. Lisp, smile and giggle like a silly little girl. Like the Femboy you were destined to become.

Like a BITCH.

Say again? Bthweed? Oh, you want me to BREED you. Way ahead of you bro. When I cum with my monster cock, your pretty little head will become stuffed with thick, cummy cotton candy. And bro, it’s never gonna clear up again. I have a new adorable outfit already picked out for you. Thigh high socks, booty shorts, a tiny thong and a nice thick collar with your name on the tag. BITCH.

I’m gonna enjoy parading you out in front of all our fraternity bros. You’ll pretend to be all timid and ashamed but I’ll know you’re actually loving the sense of humiliation. Loving your new place as my emasculated gay fucktoy. If you beg enough I might even let the rest of the frat borrow you. I’ll be sure to let ‘your’ girl know that you were a good hole after being passed around. Maybe she’ll even give you tips, you’ll be besties in no time.

Hm? That’s ‘thank you sir’ to you. That’s better. Let’s be clear, we’re not ‘bros’ anymore. I’m a fuckmachine and you’re a glorified fleshlight. We need to make sure you don’t forget your role. A simple tag will suffice. I’ll even let you choose where your ‘BITCH’ tattoo goes. Forehead or rear, it’s up to you. Yeah boi, I think it’ll look good there too.

Now open wide BITCH and be ready to swallow. I’m about to fucking blow.

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Whew! That was a good fuck. Clean up boy, the other bros will be here soon and I…woah. Damn, I feel lightheaded. It’s like my brain is overstuffed. With…stuff. And my cock, uughhh. It won’t soften. Maybe I took a bit too much from you, but fuck, I couldn’t help myself. You deserved it after all. But bruh, I need to lift! Huhuh! Oh shit. I don’t want to be exactly like you were! But dude. Like bruh! My head! Gotta lift! Gotta flex! Gotta get to the gym and be the blockheaded fuckboy muscle jock this body deserves!

Pass me your old jockstrap, yerhh, my huge cock gonna do the thinking for the both of us brooo!

[devouring-hive]

"Uffh... Okay, maybe eating a whole body was a bit much for just waking up..."

-She's awake now, at least. Churning, groaning, boiling over with the heady scent of blood and innards made outards, but awake.

[rumor-imbris]

Silence has broken, La Fatina Lunare came back once more!

Just out of curiosity, if you could write a one-shot of your girl Mary and her beloved Connor right now, what would the story be about? Is it set in their timeline? Is it a fantasy setting? Modern AU? If the muses are kind to you now to write a story of them, would you post it or would you keep it to yourself?

Your Fatina Lunare🌙✨ as always embracing sweetly to her little moth friend.

My sweet Lunar Fairy!! My damsel of light, Giulietta <3 I missed your asks so terribly! You are most welcome here again!

First thing first, sorry for answering so late... but working on an audiobook is literally draining me all, it's so hard and time-consuming, also so much details and editing needs to be done at any moment... uffh... and hot weather doesn't help!! (You know how much I hate it!)

Now, I'll stop complaining and answer your fantastic question. So, let me think... A one-shot... mmhh... I think it would be something I had in mind a little while ago, about Connor and Mary saving a group of native and black young women sold by some Templar scoundrels to be wives (well, better say maids and sexual slaves) for new settlers heartless men coming from all over Europe and Great Britain. Also, during this mission Mary would have her left knee seriously injured, but she would think herself relieved for having saved all of the girls from that horrific traffic, no matter the high cost! It would be set in the early '90s of the 18th century; and I think Baltimore would be a nice background, a great stop-over for the Aquila!

To be honest, if I ever write this down (and remember I still want to write my historical AU novel, which is still a WIP at the moment!!), I don't think I'll ever post it on here. I don't know... I think people, or my followers in general, don't care much of other things I write, apart from the poems maybe. I mean it could easily go unseen, as it already happened in the past, so... No, I think I would keep it to myself (or for my fairy sis, if she wishes, of course ^_-)

Thank you so much for visiting me Come back soon, I'll always be waiitng for my Giulietta *w*

Love you tenderly

Your little sister Lady Connor

[labselkie]

Yellow pink and purple for the rose ask game? 🥰

+ GREEN!! i see u girl don't worry! (sorry on my part for the late response i hate the class im in rn)

Pink Rose: What is your F/O's love language? What is yours? Do you often get misunderstandings because of it?

she's a quality time girly through and through, although physical affection is up there as well

for me? uhhhm uhh gift giving and quality time

i don't think there would be any major misunderstandings

except for sky being rlly easily flustered by anything

Purple Rose: What is a secret you hide from your F/O? Do they have one too?

i'm rlly bad at keeping secrets, so i'd probably just accidentally spill everything one night

for liv? mainly her past.. it's rough

her fights and the extent of things she's done for her work

Green Rose: What are the things you and your F/O have in common?

UFFH A LOOT

interest in the designs of living things (her actuators for example)

cats.

both being rlly enthusiastic at times

idk any more but i'll update once im out of this hell school

[rop3bunn7]

uffh... starting to call fat tgirl walruss's... ill make sure they see this before i call them it....

been getting really into walrus videos and i had to clip this one

[tryingtounderstandbrainheart]

800/12 = 66,6

Det är så mycket jag har den här månaden per dag. .. Det är lite läbbigt men det ska nog gå. Uffh.

Jag lyckades göra tyyyp squats-ish med sånt där stålrör som sitter fast på en bana idag. Jag märkte hur ovana de musklerna är..! Men jag är lite nöjd, första gången jag ens fattat hur man gör :D

Tog mina skikes på utomhuspremiär idag och provade att rulla med de en i taget. Det kändes vääääldigt wibblywobbly och efter 10 minuter var jag Bra mör. hashtag eh... kondis? :D Nästa gång blir det två och jag ska försöka att inte bryta saker eller gå sönder.

Hitta nya tjejkompisar via gofriendly går trööögt och alldeles för sakta för min smak. Jag trodde det skulle vara lättare men många svarar inte ens trots att man säger hej och typ initierar kontakt. Jävligt rude att inte ens Svara. Man ser liksom att de sett..! Ugh. Nä. det är ett klumpigt verktyg och återigen känner jag Ska det behöva va så jävla svårt att bara umgås med lite bra människor? Det bor ju för bövelen 300 000 här. Oh well. Det finns en bubblare där som jag vill prova träffa som har lite potential att bli nån bra. Vi får se. :)

Projekt Hjärterum tuffar på.... men det slåss med många känslor i mig. VILL VILL VILLVILL VILLVILL! möter med aaaaah! leskigt! vi kan ta det liiite senare?! . Men jo jag har börjat att fråga runt lite på fb om jag får visa upp mig oså. Många är inte positiva till reklam, även om det är för nåt bra så det går seeeegt och återigen bara ååååh kan ni inte komma hit så vi kan leka o ha skoi already??! :) .

Träningen börjar stabilisera sig på två ggr i veckan igen och jag vill försöka komma upp till tre. Eller så lägga till nån annan fysisk aktivitet.

Jättebråk med Tobbe igår som gjorde ont som fan på båda parter. Jag "gick in" på jääättekänsligt territorium men det kändes nog som en elefant med spikskor typ .. Idag är det lugnare och regnet förde med sig mer sol så det känns ändå bra.

Hämta båt i helgen troligtvis! Det ska bli skoj och spännande :) Lite segellektion igen. Jag hoppas att det blir bra stämning mellan oss fyra. . det är liksom typ åtta timmar på en liiiten båt.

Men ja, det är lite rough sea och jag känner verkligen hur det inte är lilla dammen längre. Inga spår av bröstcancer! DEN va jäääävligt sweet. Vågade inte ens öppna kuvertet. Han fick göra det åt mig.

I höst ska han troligtvis till Tyskland igen... jag tänkte fråga Patrik i Juli om jag kunde få sova hos honom. Har ingen aning om det skulle funka... annars är det fråga Suss igen som jag helst vill undvika och alternativet att tåga hem mot Örebroet. Aja... det är långt till Juli och vem vet vad som kan hända innan dess. Kanske kommer nån jättebra lösning bara dyka upp.

Jag dricker mer vatten igen! Dricker 1 liter förutom det som är till maten och jag har märkt att sömnen blivit mycket bättre. Jag kan liksom somna även om jag äter nåt litet vid 22 då.

Men ja...hjärterum är verkligen det som jag vill få verkligt nu. Vore såååå nice :) Men HUR liksom?? Aja, Worth fighting for.

Jag har lärt mig virka också! Ish. jag kan typ lite grunder :) det är häftigt. Men ja, jag bygger vidare så får vi se. ..

[nothere2010-blog]

more tidbits from Natatat

as I previously mentioned I am posting bits of my stories here that have to do with Halloween. So if you like what you read you can read the rest on fantasyfeeder by Natatat.

College Jackie:

Prologue to Juicy Jackie:

Halloween

Jackie had chosen a catwoman type suit made of something akin to latex. It was black and she had the cat ears and tail very stereotypical sorority girl costume. However Jackie wanted it to be sluttier so she purchased one that left her chest and stomach completely open aside from crisscrossing cords that you could pull tighter if need be. The outfit also had these scandalous detailing on the front of the thighs going up almost to the stomach. Essentially it was "here's a taste of what I got." All of this was topped off with her insane heels. She screamed sex. The costume highlighted her best assets, her butt and her boobs respectively. Jackie had a long torso and short powerful legs and a big butt. She had a kind of pixie nose and an oval face. She believed this costume would set her apart from her sorority sisters and get her the man she had been chasing.

"I look sexy as fuck" Jackie struck poses in the full length mirror in her dorm. She decided to curl her long blonde hair which was stick straight. "This is sure to get his attention." She adjusted her costume tying it tighter to push her boobs together. "There, that is much better" she pulled out the curlers and struck another pose viewing her butt. She slapped it and nodded at her reflection and checked her makeup.

"Jackie hurry up! We are going to be late!" Sam yelled at her roommate from downstairs. God that girl takes forever to get ready. I bet she is checking herself out in the mirror again. All we had to do was wear a simple cat costume for this stupid sorority thing, how hard is that?

"I'm coming!" Jackie grabbed her little purse and once again checked her reflection and blew herself a kiss in the mirror. "Perfect"

"Wow! Damn girl that's a lot of skin!" Sam had to admit Jackie looked gorgeous.

"WHat is it too much?" Jackie looked worried.

"No, you look amazing! I was just surprised is all. And I mean I would have gotten more dressed up if I knew you were going all out." Sam laughed.

"I mean I'm trying to get Taylor to notice me." Jackie tied the string a little tighter and adjusted her boobs.

"So are you going for sexy with a bit of slutty?" Sam asked laughing.

"No I was just going for sexy, okay yes I was more going for slutty. I want him. He will be mine."

"How exactly do you intend to 'make' him yours?" "Hello, with my nice fat ass!" Jackie turned around and stuck her butt in Sam's face then slapped it. Then turned around and struck a pose. "No man, or woman can resist this baby!" Jackie leaned against Sam and laid her chin on her shoulder. "Not even you" Jackie laughed.

"Damn it Jackie you pulled my hair. Get off." Sam shoved Jackie off her not without some effort. Jackie was heavy. "Uffh god you are heavy, don't do the dead weight thing. Let's get going."

"Yay party party!"

"Yes okay let's go!"

"I'm gonna get my man hahaha!" Jackie yelled.

"SHhhhhhhh be quiet." Jackie kept blathering on about Taylor and how she was going to get him and all that jazz. While she was talking Sam couldn't help but notice the softness of Jackies' stomach. Jackie had always had a flat stomach but never toned. If she's not careful she will start to get mushy. Oh well she's a big girl she will figure it out.

At the party things were swinging. They met up with their sorority sisters, all dressed as cats. It looked a little weird. Sam saw her friend Josh and waved to him. He was standing with a handsome guy, very tall, very perfect. Sam was suddenly jerked to the side.

"Sam quick how do I look?" Jackie squeaked. Sam looked Jackie up and down.

"You look amazing, why are you freaking out?" Sam was confused and her wrist kind of hurt from Jackie jerking her to the side. "Oh is that Taylor?"

"Yess duh. Help me" Jackie was flustered.

"Shhhh calm down, here," she grabbed a shot of vodka for Jackie. "Drink this." Jackie looked at it apprehensively. Then looked at Taylor.

"Okay I'm going to need two more of these to get up the courage to go talk to him." Jackie looked longingly at Taylor.

"No no you don't need more, you are great now let's go. We have the perfect excuse because I know his friend Josh." Jackie looked relieved.

"Thank god! That's so much easier." They made their way over to the boys.

[lucynda-chaos]

In a non specified time, are storie begins with dark and light the first known elements, since then we've discovered more elements, those how poses the pawors of the elements them being fire, water, air, earth, dark, light, dream, ice, death, are born with control over the elements some more dangerous than others, at a young age they are sent to the P.R.T foundation were they train and learn to control their powers, in the foundation elements get personal guards to protect them based on their elements, this hase hapend for centuries the institution is a place in a remote location far from the big city's,

beautiful scenery, calm atmosphere, perfect

☆Ceremony☆

"HURRY UP OR WE'LL BE LATE"

Aria is extremely excited about the ceremony happening tonight, her brother was taking a long time to wake up so she woke him up herself "ELIO IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP"

"GAAAH I'm awake, calm down" adjusting his eyes he went to the bathroom to get ready

               Aria was already dressed



Name_Aria she/her

Age_26

Height_1.50cm

Aria is super excited because this is the first

time shes being part of one of the

ceremony's since now she hase her pawors under control, "sigh Aria it's 8:00AM the ceremony starts at NIGHT 10:00PM" " I know but the preparations start early" she says smiling innocently at her brother "HURRY and put some clothes on, you know how anxious Juniper get with the duties for the preparations" nock nock nock

Aria got up and answered the door "hello"

Aria greated one of the organizers that are helping Juniper, "hi i came to tell that Juniper is requesting you two's presens" he said with his usual gentle kind and calming atmosphere, Aria didn't know pam for that long, but she fealt like they could trust him with her life, besides elio has a massive crush on him



Name_pam he/they

Age_34

Height_1.95m

"Ok will be down soon" Aria said "oh by the way could you please tell you're brother to meet me up the roof 8:00pm" Aria smiled "of course" she was excited to tell her brother "thank you see you later bye" "bye" Aria waved

NOCK NOCK "ARE YOU READY YET, PAM SAID JUNIPER CALD FOR US HURRY UPUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAA"

"Calm down I'm ready jezz"



Name_Elio he/him

Age_31

Height_1.71cm

"Finally" they went down the hall to the courtyard took the trail down to the lake to the big round structure with a glass ceiling beautiful flora and architecture, were the ceremony will take place,



siren's usually are around the lake at this time basking in the yearly sun light, not today, because of the ceremony they stay under water too many people around, elio was thinking about what Aria told him he was excited and nervous about the encounter with pam he wonders what it could be about,



Name_Juniper they/them

Age_40

Height_1.60

"Uffh finally you guys are here" Aria ran and hugged Juniper thigt "Hiiiiiiii how are youuuu" they smiled warmly at her "sigh I'm fine just nervous, I'm glad you guys are here" clap "Ok elio start the lights Aria come help me with the plant's positioning"

By 6:00pm they were done elio went to the room to get ready to meet up with pam.

Chapter-1:4

[neldorethsnymph]

Hi babe،thanks for your game🫶🏻

How does A feel about me?

From K

hii🤍

uffh... so hot? they feel really high for you. maybe sometimes they make up all kinds of hot games in their minds to seduce you. you can make them feel quite strong, warm, active and dominant. you can really occupy a big place in their minds, especially sexually. they think they have developed a bond that they never want to break with you. it's like they never want to give you up. sometimes when they feel this bond very intensely they want to move away a little bit, but the fear of losing you keeps them where they are.

[tryingtounderstandbrainheart]

uffh. yes

I saw this quote a while back and it stuck with me so I decided to make a drawing inspired by it :)

[brownhairedbookworm]

"Glad you liked it, Moni. I'm looking forward to what you make for dinner! As well as-? Uurpgh. -anything we wanna do together in-between them and now, like our bath~."

"BRUP. Uffh. Ahhh... Dinner... Hm..." She clicks her tongue, wincing at the sensitive organ slapping her jaw. "Ow."

[tryingtounderstandbrainheart]

76%

Ja...plötsligt så står det här. Det som för några dagar sen bara var ett litet foto på min dator och en woooooao va fint. Ville du ha det? För det är som nytt och priset är doable.

Plötsligt är det konstiga normalt och jag sitter och pratar med folk som vet vad de snackar om för de har Gjort det. De är de där supercoola som gör sånt som jag bara vågat drömma om. Men det är lite konstigt...för drömmen börjar kännas lite mindre drömmig. .. I ögonvrån står nästan en komplett set. Det fattas våtdräkt, flyt/impactvest och sittsele + utbildningen. Men det som för några år sen kostade fantasisummor i mitt huvud och yeah right är nu... mer real.

Jag förväntade mig coola Allan och hans tjej. De bodde på landet i ett vitkalkat hus med ett förråd, fullt med pryttlar och skoj. Så kommer en dude mot oss ojaba...nä? Inte han väl? Men han pratar engelska och ser väldigt normal ut, in fact, han påminner lite om Tobbe. Bakom honom står hans fru som också är sådär...äre DU som ..?! Hon är späd, kanske 165 och ser inte direkt ut som att hon heller är coola Allan.

Det är Stelt och konstigt. hon frågar nåt men jag har typ fått tunghäfta eller nåt för jag märker att jag kan inte prata vettigt. Meningsbyggnad..? Inte? ok. :D

De pratade såklart om läskiga fall av nån som brutit ryggkotor, nån annan slet av tummen och hon hade brutit benet när hon landat snett. ... jag ifrågasätter lite min sanity och blir sådär... vad faaan är det jag ger mig in i egentligen? Men i nästa andetag så säger han typ att det finns knappt inget som slår det. Vafan gör man med det? Nääää jaha, det bästa ni varit med om alltså? och jag har råd/möjlighet? näääää men Nej tack jag ska nog hem och snickra ihop en källsorteringslåda istället. Det är kul det med..

Det är konstigt att känna två motsatta känslor samtidigt. Ena delen i mig känner ju att tar man bort faran, låter det ju lite lätt gudomligt. Men Med faran så... har jag svårt att se hur Jag skulle kunna göra det. Det finns ju annat jag kan göra, typ lära mig åka på skikesen, tror inte det är ens en sjuttiondel så farligt. Jag kan ju bara sälja vidare hela grejen och typ åka på en resa istället, eller spara till bil eller...

Men då förblir det en dröm. Nåt som var på håll som jag aldrig vågade. Nåt som jag kanske också skulle älskat. Eller hatat. :D Men jag hade VETAT. Jag hade iaf testat och kunde säga vad jag faktiskt tyckte.

Det är väl där jag hamnar. What if. What if I like it? What if det inte är lika farligt som jag trodde? What if jag faktiskt Kan lära mig det? Varför skulle just Jag vara så oförmögen att göra det? Jag Har ju gjort flera "omöjliga" saker redan, var på skalan hamnar det här?

En dröm närmar sig. Den är inte komplett än men ligger på 76%. Frågan är ju vad jag gör nu. Kastar jag i den igen eller fortsätter jag? Jag döpte brädan igår, den bytte namn från Britta till kitea mānu (maaaanu) för maorierna har tydligen samma ord för sväva och flyta och jag tyckte det passade så bra med hela liknelsen med att hålla sig flytande i livet. Plus att den har liknande sånna tecken på sig. De hittade den och claimade den och satte på nya bindningar o grejer. Hittad är tydligen kitea! och kitea mānu...är typ see for yourself. Hur fint är inte det?! Allt sammanvävt blir... <3 Sväva med vindens kraft på vatten - kitea mānu vs...Britta.

Det drar ju ner och jag skulle ju kunna kalla den Lars. Men jag skulle känna att jag ljög för mig själv OCH jag förnedrar galet vackra naturkrafter. Nä.

Fyfan vad snygg den var. De blåste upp den och den kom till sin rätt. A work of art. Så fort de vände den i den pyttiga vinden på kanske 3m/s så började den direkt visa sin kraft. Am I even worthy..?

Jag ska lära mig. Jag ska försöka. Helst med kroppen intakt och själen mättad. Eller så trasslar jag in mig i linorna, får panik, gör bort mig, fastnar, skriker och vill aldrig göra om det. Livet är ju spännande på det sättet, det Kan vara heaven bakom dörren eller så vade det köttätande monstret. Du får ta dig en titt..! >_<

Livet är ju farligt ändå. Det är livsfarligt att INTE leva, då dör man iaf. Den tråkiga döden som äter upp en långsamt inifrån. Tro att livet blir bättre bara genom att göra trygga val så känns det ju lite som att man missat Livet. Det finns ju leva och det finns överleva. Jag vill liksom prova dedär Leva.

Det står där, nästan komplett. Liiiite till och det är bara koppla ihop odå är det inte nån annan jag tittar på utan då är det Jag som står där.

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Kanske. .Kan ske.

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Många saker nu. Många drömmar är sååå nära och nästan knackar på dörren. helt crazy. Det är som att jag sprungit in till skattkammaren och bara börjat roffa åt mig. Dedär vill jag också ha, osen den och sånt...!

Jag får växtvärk och jag behöver sakta ner lite. Jag behöver ju liksom hålla också. Om det gör ont när knoppar brister?! Herregud jag har aldrig fattat den förrän nu.

Idag ska va en lugn dag, den är beordrad av Tobbe. Jag har lugn aaaavslappnande musik i öronen men jag vet inte om lugn skulle klassa det jag är, more like lite lätt "aaaaaah...!!".

Dejta görls också snart, osen lägga ut hjärterum på fler ställen på internet och på stan, osen ev seglingskurs + båt och...! odär nånstans stänger hjärnan av och tycker nix. Snart är det mat här och jag ska nog försöka hålla mig lite någorlunda chillig idag.

JAG JAG JAG JAG

Slipa cykeln också. Sen ta ut skikesen första gången på utomhuspremiär. Och..(kommer på typ 10 grejer till som hjärnan inte vill registrera).! Helt nuts. Nutbaggio.

[acoolemocucumber]

the real voltron power move is rewatching all of the lance scenes in different languages

[gutsfics]

Pre-production

AO3 Link Fandom: Red Carpet Diaries Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Avalon (M!OC) Rating: General Audiences Length: 1,990 words Prompt: 2 - Person A being totally oblivious to the fact that they’re pregnant (bonus points if Person B has to make them aware of all the obvious signs) requested by @peonyblossom Notable Headcanons/Tropes: Trans!Thomas, Mpreg (by which I mean "pregnant trans man")

Summary: Did you know that testosterone doesn't make trans men infertile? Thomas didn't.

A/N: This takes place sometime in the middle of book 3. It's also an AU of my planned RCD rewrite, as the way I characterize Thomas and Avalon, I don't think that they would have kids. However I had already given them kids and gotten attached to them by the time I made that decision, so. AU. Also because this is an AU I can futz with my own canon for funzies! Baxter is the doctor mentioned in this fic despite them still being in their residency in Edenbrook in canon

They were supposed to be getting lunch.

Instead, they were still on set, watching Seth and Chadley run through a scene together.

Thomas tries to focus on the actors in front of him but his nausea was proving to be too much of a distraction to give them the attention they deserved.

When the scene ends, Macy turns expectantly to Thomas and Avalon. “Well?”

“You’re right on it not being quite where it needs to be…” Avalon begins. “I think… what the problem is… William’s been working for Ragnar his entire life, yeah? I don’t think he’d just be angry to find out what he’s been doing this whole time. He’d be hurt, he’d be upset, he’d be betrayed.”

Seth nods. “That makes sense.”

“What do you think?” Macy asks, turning to Thomas.

“I-” But before he can answer, a wave of nausea hits him. He launches himself at a garbage can set up near craft services, doing his best to drag the can away from the food while simultaneously vomiting into it.

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Chadley says, and although Thomas can’t see his face with his head in the garbage, he can hear the hurt in Chadley’s voice.

“Damn, he beat me to the punch…” Seth complains.

“Don’t punch him! He might puke again!”

There’s a pause. 

“...No, Chadley.”

Thomas tunes out the conversation, trying to suppress the rest of his nausea. He feels a warm, familiar hand on his back.

“You alright, darlin?” Avalon asks, voice soft and full of concern.

Thomas nods. “I should be, I just-- uffh!” He lowers his head back into the can.

“Yeahhh… Macy, we’re gonna have to take a raincheck on lunch. I gotta get him home.”

“Right, of course, take all the time you need. Make sure he rests, and gets lots of fluids, and-”

Avalon raises a hand, stopping her. “I know how to take care of my own partner,” he states, a bit sourly. He gently scoops Thomas up, careful not to jostle him around too much. With a brisk nod to Seth and Chadley, he carries Thomas off the lot.

-

“You don’t have a fever, so it’s not the flu, I ain’t sick so it’s not food poisoning… Are you in any pain? Anywhere at all?”

“No, just a bit nauseous. It’s mostly gone now.”

Avalon rubs his chin, thinking. “This might be a long shot, but do you think maybe…” he trails off, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Could you be pregnant?”

Thomas blinks. That was a possibility he had not considered, one he didn’t think was necessary to consider. “I’ve been on hormone therapy for over twenty years; I haven’t menstruated since I was a teenager. There is no possible way I could be pregnant.”

“You’re sure? Completely and 100 percent?”

“I-- yes! The doctor that gave me the prescription told me it would make me inf-- that it would work as a contraceptive!”

“Take a test? Please? Just to cover all our bases?”

Thomas scowls, looking away. “If it’ll give you peace of mind, fine. I’m telling you now that it’ll come up negative.”

“Thank you. I ain’t expecting- nor wanting, necessarily- any particular outcome, I just wanna know why you’re throwing up.”

“...Okay.”

“Okay.” Avalon kisses his forehead. “I’ll go down to CVS and get a test. You’ll be alright on your own til I get back?”

“I’m just a little sick, that’s all. I’m not dying.”

“I’m allowed to worry about you.”

Thomas sighs, closing his eyes. “...Please be quick.”

“Of course.” Avalon kisses him gently one last time, then leaves him alone with his thoughts.

They had talked about wanting to talk about the possibility of having kids, but it never seemed like the right time to bring it up. Thomas would never say it out loud, but the idea that the decision would be made for them terrified him. If they were going to have kids, he wanted it to be a deliberate choice, one thought through and talked about. He knew Avalon liked kids, and had, at some point in his life, wanted to be a father, but with everything going on in their lives, their life…

Thomas wasn’t even sure if he knew what he, himself, wanted.

But he did know one thing.

He loves Avalon, and Avalon loves him.

And they would always be there for each other.

Well. He knew three things, then.

-

Thomas stares down at the pink and white stick in his hands- at the red plus sign that had appeared on it.

“Well?” Avalon asks quietly.

Thomas knew he knew.

He tips his hand, showing Avalon the result.

Unable to speak.

“...Oh.” Avalon breathes. “Oh. I knew it was a possibility, but…” he leans against the bathroom counter, shocked. “I didn’t really think-- I mean I did, but…”

“Maybe it’s a false positive,” Thomas says finally, voice raspy.

“False positives ain’t as common as false negatives, but if you think…”

“I think.”

“Okay… okay… We’ll do another one. Just to be sure.”

-

“I cannot believe you bought this many.”

“I thought that if there was a positive you might wanna double check. I wasn’t wrong,” he adds quickly.

“No, but…” he trails off.

The timer on Avalon’s phone goes off, and they both hurry to look at the small collection of pregnancy tests on the counter.

“Oh,” says Thomas.

“Oh,” says Avalon. “All positives.”

“Not all of them.” Thomas picks up the one negative.

“Darlin…”

“I know.”

They stand together in silence for a few moments.

“I have heard that there are certain kinds of cancer that can cause a pregnancy test to be positive,” Thomas says.

“Oh? What kinds of cancer?”

“...Testicular…”

Avalon stares at Thomas for a long time. “Baby… you don’t have testicles.”

“...Yeah.” Thomas sighs. After a beat, he asks, voice quiet, “What now?”

“I think… we confirm it with a gynecologist… and then… talk, I guess. It’s about time for it, anyway.”

“Right…”

They both look back down at the positive tests.

Thomas reaches out and gently touches Avalon’s hand. 

Avalon laces his fingers in Thomas’.

-

“-the looks of it, your baby is about seven weeks along-”

Thomas found it difficult to listen to what the doctor was saying, what Avalon was asking, to even breathe as he stares, dumbfounded, at the little… thing the doctor had pointed out, a lumpy round shape on the screen of the ultrasound machine.

His baby.

Emotion he couldn’t place wells up inside him, threatening to burst.

His baby.

A little blueberry, growing inside him. And he'd had no idea.

And then- he hears the heartbeat.

Oh.

That was his baby.

A sudden calm washes over him.

He reaches for Avalon- his lover, his lifeline- and squeezes his hand.

Their baby, he realizes.

He shakes himself out of his stupor and pays closer attention to the doctor.

“If you decide to keep it, you will have to go off testosterone and start on an estrogen treatment to ensure the baby can grow properly. Although, I must warn you, it’s not entirely common for transmen of your age, who have been on testosterone for as long as you have, to carry a child. There may be some… unforeseen complications if you choose to keep it.”

“How long do we have until the choice is… made for us?” Thomas asks.

“Ah…” The doctor clears their throat. “Until the fetus is viable, about 16 to 17 weeks along. But the sooner you decide for yourself, the better.”

“I see.”

“Do you have any further questions?”

Thomas shakes his head.

“Alright. Well, everything looks and sounds about how it should. Let me finish up here and you’ll be free to go.”

Once the doctor gives them an all clear, Thomas follows Avalon quietly out of the clinic.

They’re almost home before Avalon clears his throat. “So…”

Thomas twists his hands together in his lap. “You… once told me that you wanted to be a father.”

Avalon glances over at him for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. “Well… yes. But it was sorta… what I mean to say is… if you don’t want it, it ain’t necessary for me. I don’t have to be a dad, if you don’t want-”

“I want it. I want to keep this, to have a child with you. I knew it from the moment I heard it’s heartbeat.”

“Are- are- are you sure? The doctor said you’d have to take estrogen, I don’t want you to go through something that might cause you the kinda hurt you’ve worked so hard to escape.”

Thomas places a hand on Avalon’s thigh. “I’ll admit, the idea of childbirth has, previously… well, it terrified me. But I think… I am at a point in my life where I know it’s something I can handle.”

“And you… want this, want this? It ain’t just… pregnancy hormones giving you some kind of… baby fever?” He parks the car in their driveway and turns to face Thomas.

“I want this, Avalon. More than anything. Just as long as you want it, too.”

“I-- I do, Thomas. I want it, too. I wanna be a parent with you. But I don’t want this decision made just because I accidentally knocked you up, or because I blurted something out after a near-death experience. Just the other day you said you’d rather have cancer.”

“That’s not what I said. I said that it could be cancer.”

“It really sounded like-”

“I know how it sounded. I was… unsure of what I wanted, and I didn’t know how I would handle this decision being made for us without us talking it over.”

“Well, we’re talking it over now.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re absolutely sure that you want to?”

“How many times are you going to make me say it? …Are you hoping that I’ll change my mind? Do you want this?”

“Yes, of course! I just- I can’t believe-” he suddenly bursts out laughing. “We’re going to be fathers! Us! …Oh lord, there’s so much preparing we gotta do, so much stuff we gotta babyproof, we gotta-”

“Look at me.” Thomas takes Avalon’s face gently in his hands. We have eight months-”

“Seven and a half.”

"We have seven and a half months to get everything figured out. That is plenty of time to prepare."

"Are you sure we'll be able to do it?"

"Avalon, we've worked on movies with quicker turnaround than the time it will take for this baby to be born."

"But this isn't a movie, this is a baby. A person. Every decision we make will affect who our baby will become."

"Yes. And luckily for us, the most important choices we need to make right now are which room we should convert into a nursery and what books on parenting we should read. We don't need to jump in the deep end and decide what college our child will attend."

Avalon sighs, turning his head slightly to press a kiss against Thomas' palm. "You're right. I guess I'm just… worried. That we might screw up."

“That is a very real possibility, and an understandable worry. I’m not going to say that we won’t screw up, but-” he pauses, searching for the right words to say. “I don’t think it’s possible to not mess up when it comes to parenthood. No matter how hard you try, you can’t protect your child from the world, not in a way that’s healthy for them. All we can do is… our best. And hope that it’s enough.”

“Woah there. Our best? What happened to Mr Perfectionism?”

“Perfect doesn’t exist in people. Only the strive to be better today than you were yesterday.”

“You’re right…” Avalon smiles, visibly relaxing. “You have no idea how comforting it is to hear you say that.”

“I think I have some idea.” Thomas leans across the console and kisses Avalon tenderly. 

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[falsementor]

@megapolismayor​ said: ❝ We aren't getting soft on the King's protege now, are we? ❞ there's a coy voice from behind the monkey, smiling spinster standing there with that same, eternal grin. Oh, that's the face of a man who should know far less -- at least for Macaque's sake. And suddenly, the eldritch abomination leers closer. ❝ IMAGINE holding back when your freedom is at stake! My, my, Macaque -- I needn't have to remind you that the Lady does not take so well to FAILURE. Take HEED, DEAR friend... hahahAHAHAHA... don't be that person. It will be ever so BORING. ❞

The demon felt whatever was left of that shriveled up blackened heart of his practically jump out of his chest at the voice that spoke, breath hitching and hackles rising uneasily. Usually, it was MACAQUE who was the one doing all the scares — it seldom ever was he who was on the receiving end. And he hated being on the receiving end. Especially when his very life was being held over his head.

“ Uffh- ..Do you seriously have nothing better to do other than micromanage me, Pinstripe ? ” The monkey asks, for as level as he tries to keep both his voice and composure, it shakes slightly with uneasy breath. Macaque turns to look at him, frustrated grin widening and leaning backwards when the other stood closer. “ Cut me a little slack here, kid’s tougher than he looks. ”

[selfshippinglover]

head empty, only her

SHIJIMA IS SO CUTEEEEE

she loves to draw and so i do so i think that would be very cool to have a f/o who have the same interest as me!!!!!!

i imagine having dates were we just silently draw together!!!!!

it is so heartwarming to me!!!!!!(●♡∀♡)

@umbrellabug

AWWWW THAT'S SOOOO SWEET! What if he was all, "why don't we draw each other to practice drawing faces?" But really he's already drawn you lots before and it's also a reason to star longingly at you uffh