#very slowly but surely

[not-krys]

WIP Wednesday: Second Glance Part 5

I still haven't given up on this despite it being... over two years since the last chapter upload. I want to finish it. I have an outline for it. I have a vague idea of how I want to finish it.

Just getting myself to put in the leg work to do it has proven to be the most challenging thing. Doubts and deep insecurities are pretty rampant with this work as a whole, most of them pretty silly if I think on them for more than a few minutes, but still, two years is a long time to leave a fic hanging.

I think... for a new years resolution for next year, I'll try to finish this chapter in between doing 100 Themes. To get over those doubts and insecurities and put out something I'm proud of. No promises on when the chapters after it will come out, but I want to finish this chapter at least.

So, here's what I've got thus far. Some things might change between this and the final version (I'm still in an internal self debate of where I want to put Mitsunari in this chapter so where he is now might change in the future.) Having fun with the Nobu twins banter and Mitsuhide being Mitsuhide tho.

Raw, unedited writing down below. Little warning about Hideyoshi *ahem* waking up to a surprise (there's a reason this work is rated mature on ao3), some crude language from the Nobu twins, Mitsuhide flirting as always, there's a little random paragraph about Masamune that I meant to incorporate better, but it's just sitting there for now, might be moved to next chapter but I'm not sure.

And also, previous four chapters are up on ao3!

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Hideyoshi had awoken before dawn, the sky still clinging to the darkness of the night. The room had grown colder in his fitful sleep, a light plume of heat escaping his lips as he rubbed his eyes.

He'd barely slept that night, a common enough occurrence as of late, but the chill of the room helped to calm the heat coursing through him. Feeling a dampness against his thigh, however, he sighed defeated.

"You're acting like a kid with his first crush." He mumbled as his brows furrowed. "After a single kiss? Really?"

He roughly rubbed his face and hair, trying to wake himself up more.

"I'm not that bad for her."

Hideyoshi grumbled a bit more, cleaning himself off with his handkerchief and went in search of his ward. He wandered down the hall, dawn's early light just peeking over the horizon. His toes felt the chill of the early morning, everything quiet and still.

He paused in front of one doorway, feeling heat escaping through the slightly open screen.

He frowned and slid the door open further, spying your sleeping figure with two little intruders curled up by your sides. One was a tiny monkey that must've escaped her cage during the night (he must've been dead asleep for her to escape unheard he thought), the other a silky grey cat whose ears twitched at his approach, training their purple eyes on him when he got close enough.

The sigh that was on his lips quickly died away when he saw you sprawled on the futon, extra kimonos and blankets thrown askew. An innocent enough display, you got too warm and had unconsciously tried to remedy the situation.

He then started at the sight of your kimono in disarray, the sash barely keeping the garment closed. You were turned to your side, thankfully, but he couldn't help but stare at your barely covered breasts, your legs mimicking a large step with your butt fully on display, and the quiet groans that made his mouth dry.

He did not need this so early in the morning.

Holding his breath, trying his best to not make a sound, he pulled one of the strewn kimonos over you, tucking it in gingerly. Though the room was still warm thanks to brazier in the corner, the thought of someone else finding you in that state made his skin crawl. Something he should not be experiencing, but he was, nonetheless.

He checked you over, to be sure you were decently covered, finding his hand lingering longer on your swollen stomach than anything else. To his surprise, he felt movement against his hand once again, making him sigh.

"Not too much longer," he whispered. "You'll be so spoiled rotten once you're born."

He then turned towards you, still asleep.

"And, sorry, [Name], that I can't love you in the way you deserve."

He gingerly brushed your hair out of your face, placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

"You'll be the greatest mother. I know you will be. Just promise you won't hate me too much, down the line."

With a final tuck, he closed his eyes and stood up, giving you one more glance before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

He pushed the hair out of eyes again before he heard frantic footsteps.

"Lord Hideyoshi!" Mitsunari called out.

Hideyoshi froze, putting his finger to his lips.

"[Name] is still sleeping," he said quietly, "And what have I told you about run-"

"Forgive me, Lord Hideyoshi," Mitsunari said quieter, "but Oda banners were spotted on the horizon. Along with at least 100 soldiers."

Hideyoshi's eyes widened, then he muttered a curse.

"Go find Mitsuhide and alert the guards." He paused, "and send a few here to guard this room."

Mitsunari nodded and headed off with his orders. Hideyoshi spared another glance back, seeing Uri and Kitty peeking through the door crack.

"Watch over them, both of you."

He then turned his back and headed back to his room, looking at his armor with a frown.

[end scene transition]

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"Who said you could bring a battalion with you?!" Nobutaka glared at his brother while the other picked in his ear.

"Best to be prepared." Nobukatsu replied, flicking off the wax from his ear, his breaths coming out in puffs.

"And spending the night traveling to Azuchi was a great plan! I'm freezing!"

"The sun's coming up now. You'll be warm soon enough."

Nobutaka shivered, pulling his furs closer.

"I knew bringing you along was a mistake."

"We've made good time, so shut your hole."

"We traveled ALL night long. In the middle of the spring thaw."

"Good eye. Anything else you want to point out?"

"I'm killing you if I lose any extremities because of this."

"What, you gonna throw your frozen balls at me? They might shatter mid-flight! No chance of killing me that way. You'll have to try harder, dumbass."

Nobutaka growled, but held his tongue. He wasn't about to let his brother's barbs get to him.

"Remember, we're here just to scout."

"I know."

"So you stay with your battalion while I try to figure out that monkey's goals."

"Sounds boring."

"We're not here for a fight. I've told you that multiple times."

"And you keep on repeating as if it'll stick in my head."

"No fighting until I say so. I'll send for you if things turn sour."

Now, Nobukatsu glared.

"Fine. But I won't wait forever."

"You'll wait for as long as I need you to."

"Or what? I just wait until the butt monkey comes to find me with your head on a pike?"

"He wouldn't be that moronic. Either of our heads on a pike means the Oda wages war on him."

"Heh, if only. Makes me want him to pike you."

"You would."

"It'd make my day."

"I'm sure it would."

Both brothers looked ahead, spying the tower of the castle in the distance. Nobukatsu shielded his eyes from the morning light, smirking.

[end transition scene]

------ Mitsuhide moved his head side to side, trying to relieve his stiff neck. No rest for the wicked, he thought with a grumble.

He then spotted Hideyoshi up ahead, staring into the distance, his hand on his sword. Mitsuhide approached quietly, his only sound being his own sword and rifle clinking together.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Mitsuhide said, his gaze also looking off into the distance.

"I know," Hideyoshi responded, looking lost. "I didn't think it'd happen this soon."

"Hmm."

Mitsuhide then turned to look at Hideyoshi, sharp golden eyes searching through Hideyoshi's softer tawny eyes.

"So, what are we going to do?"

"Make sure the townspeople are safe, then confront them. See what they want."

"We both know they want you. Your head, more specifically. The assassins made that clear."

"Not me, really. Just the things I'm holding onto. Lord Nobunaga's legacy."

"Hmph, you sell yourself short, Hideyoshi. As always."

"Not in the mood, Mitsuhide."

"You do have the worst talent of calling attention to yourself, you know."

Hideyoshi growled while the other chuckled, shrugging quietly.

"I'll send my men to look after [Name] while we see what the boys are demanding this time."

"I already have guards on standby for her."

"Think of it as making sure she's doubly safe. Lord Nobutaka is cunning while his brother is impulsive and short-tempered. We shouldn't underestimate either of them."

"…Right."

Birds chirped nearby, both men turning and seeing a nest in the nearby tree, a mother with a worm in her beak landing on the holding branch.

"Have you given anymore thought," Mitsuhide mused aloud, "as to what you're going to do with [Name] and her child?"

"That's up to her."

"An Oda son will put an end to all of this squabbling."

"I know."

"And an Oda daughter will be vulnerable without her father. A true game of chance on our hands."

"I know," Hideyoshi repeated. "[Name] will hate me, either way."

"Why?"

"For using her son to stop the noble squabbles over Azuchi… or failing to protect her daughter from being taken into the wrong hands."

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"I heard Masamune was making the trip from Oshu as he wanted to meet first with [Name] in time to meet the little bundle."

"Perfect timing if we need his help, but he's still a month early."

"You always harped on him on his magical ability to always arrive late. Maybe he took the message to heart."

"He also promised to drag Ieyasu out of Mikawa with him."

"That'll take him even longer."

[its-elioo]

Okay, since my last post UNEXPECTEDLY blew up, I'm gifting you all with more random doodles of this AU.

I really have to think of a name for this squad, hm hm.

[sunnibits]

noel babygirl please come home the kids miss you

[flickering-nightfall]

How long do you think they would last if a pink lizard walked in here? 10 seconds? 20, maybe,

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

K follow me Astarion just sees tav like loving on children wherever they go and hes like?????

And tavs like ive always wanted my own child but i didn't wabt to ask you with every

This sends poor starion into a crisis does he was children how many

I think I have followed you. Let's see!

So for this one we got a lil time jump, ambiguous and vague setting and timelines with game spoilers present. M/F pairing because that is my go to and pregnancy is mentioned. Vampiric pregnancy also so there is some weirdness there (i made it up no idea if it's dnd accurate). Vague Tav backstory of a wonderful mother and going off to become a cleric.

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Astarion was well used to your antics by this point. You had a severe lack of instincts linked to self-preservation, which led to a consistent pattern of doing, frankly, stupid shit. Stupid, but kind. Nothing that Astarion hadn't adapted to, after nearly two years of being attached at the hip you became pretty attuned to your lover's personality.

He could even go as far as to say that he had grown to love your annoying predilection for pious morality. Perhaps he loved talking you out of certain virtuous dangers more, but still. He appreciated who you were, he adored who you were. But Astarion was no saint, despite his insistence on attaching himself to one.

Which is exactly why he was far from amused when you signed him up to babysit a couple of brats. All for acquittances he barely cared about.

But you at least had the good grace to look guilty, "I didn't mean to! But she looked so tired and she said their anniversary was coming up and it's not like we got anything for their wedding-"

That was a nice try, one that Astarion wasn't falling for, "We didn't know of their existence when they got married darling. Just because I can't remember their names doesn't mean you can trick me."

"I'm not trying to trick you!" You whined, arms crossed as you pouted. It sure felt like a trick, especially when Astarion knew that you were well-aware how easily he fell for your sulking. Adorable little monster that you were, "It's only three kids and a baby for one night, it won't be that bad! You don't even have to help-"

Astarion rolled his eyes as he sat next to you on the bed, "I didn't say I wouldn't help."

That seemed to do the trick to get the pout off of your face. You perked up immediately, looking at him like you couldn't quite believe it, "Really?"

"Yes, really," Astarion sighed as you tugged you closer. Sure he liked to bitch, but he really would do anything for you. Even extremely annoying things like this, "I'm not going to sit back and feed you to the wolves."

"They're not wolves! The oldest is barely five," You laughed as you let him manhandle you, settling you into his lap, "And I am sorry, I really wasn't thinking. I promise it won't happen again."

Astarion doubted that, not when he was well-versed of your weak spot for children. No matter where you went you couldn't help but fawn over them, not to mention the insane lengths you would go to keep any child safe. It was a complete and utter blind spot, your kindness extending to them all, even the little scam artists and hellions.

It was sweet, if not extremely worrying at first. Astarion had been terrified of you finding out his past. The things that he had been forced to do, the innocents whose lives he had destroyed. But not only did you find out, you were forced to see it. Both of you were, and it had been worse than anything Astarion could have imagined. He had always found a slight comfort knowing that those he captured would at least die quickly, that at the very least they wouldn't suffer the same agonizing fate as he, just an agonizing death. But no, even that small comfort had been a lie. The horror of finding them all down there has yet to be matched. He had never felt more self-loathing, more pure disgust than the moment he had found those children, tortured and pale, all because of him.

How you didn't see him for the wretched thing he was after all that, Astarion wasn't sure. But he was grateful. You were too good for him. A fact that he was devastatingly aware of, but that wasn't going to stop him from keeping you.

He still thinks about it on occasion, despite the fact that he had done all he could to right his wrongs. They all at least had a chance now to have a life worth living, Astarion could only hope that it would be used. Their future was out of his hands now, a small comfort.

But despite his complicated feelings towards children, he was more than capable of handling them for one evening. And in all honesty, he truly didn't have to do much. He was on self-mandated baby duty, because of course you had to help out the infant that would scream bloody murder unless it was being held. Keeping her tucked against him was a move of self-preservation, if he ever wanted to retain his hearing.

Most of the night was spent amused as he watched you entertain a gaggle of toddlers. You were so... creative with the ways you could defuse their antics. It came to you so naturally, nearly like you were a born mother yourself. It wasn't exactly surprising that you were fantastic with children, he had seen it time and time again. Arabella, Mol, Yenna, all of which still wrote you letters, visited occasionally. Staying forever attached, even from a distance.

Now that Astarion thought about it, it was odd that you weren't a mother. Odder still that you hadn't never even brought up the possibility of having children together. You were usually so open with your wants and always encouraging the same from him. Just one more thing he loved about you. But... why hadn't it been mentioned? Astarion had always assumed it was because you didn't truly want any of your own, that you enjoyed their fun innocence while avoiding the more laborious responsibility of raising them.

Though watching you take care of them all, changing diapers and negotiating silly arguments with a soft smile of your face had him rethinking his assumption.

"You're good with them," Astarion said eventually after you had successfully set the older three down for the night, the baby still stubbornly clinging to him, "I don't think there's a child we've met that doesn't adore you."

You laughed quietly, walking over to kiss him softly on the cheek. Your eyes wandered to the sleeping infant in his arms, still holding a piece of his shirt in it's little fist, "You don't seem to be too bad with them either."

"Newborns don't know any better," Astarion dismissed as he tried to put her down in their borrowed crib. Tried and failed, considering how the thing immediately started to whine the second he attempted to pry it's little hand away.

Oh for fuck's sake. Astarion wasn't even going to try and argue. Instead he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall into the crib with her, seemingly doing the trick of stopping her from waking completely.

When he turned back you were staring at him with soft eyes, looking lovestruck at the simple act of him laying a child down, "Looks like she has pretty good taste to me."

"I don't think your judgment should be trusted," Astarion huffed as he walked over to you, grabbing your hand to drag you to the bedroom. He glanced back at you, his heart nearly skipping a beat from the sweet way you kept looking at him. It had his mind wandering again, those questions still nagging him.

Questions that he didn't have the courage to ask until dead of night, when he had you half asleep against his bare chest, "Have you ever thought of having children?"

He hadn't meant to blurt that out in the middle of the night, but Astarion apparently had a knack for starting important conversations at inconvenient times. Not that you minded.

You just cuddled into him closer, nodding against him with a sigh, "I've always wanted my own children. My own mother, Gods bless her soul, made it all sound so magical. Pregnancy, the early years, puberty, all of it. She loved it all. And I guess it rubbed off on me. It used to be all I could think about, before real life got in the way."

Astarion listened, a little annoyed at himself for not putting the pieces together sooner. You had talked so lovingly about your late parents, how you always wanted to be like your mother. Of course you would want children. How had he not connected the dots?

"But then I went off to the temple," You continued, "I completed my training, went off into the world to do good, blah, blah, blah. You know the story."

"So you grew out of the idea?" Astarion asked.

"Not exactly," You admitted, sounding a little guilty, "But I would never ask that of you love, it's not something you have to worry about."

That-what?

Astarion stared down at you, brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I know that the topic of children is... difficult for you. Considering everything you've been through-"

"I think you mean to say everything I've inflicted on others," Astarion interrupted, unwilling to allow himself grace. Especially when it came to the children of the Gur, "It was much worse for them than me."

You nodded, knowing better than to try and fight him on that particular topic, "I understand, but my point is that I can live without them. You're all I need."

It was comforting to hear, an immediate balm to a brand new set of insecurities that Astarion hadn't been prepared for. But even so... he hated the idea of you sacrificing even more for him. It felt wrong, "But-"

"But nothing," You interrupted softly, setting a quick kiss to his mouth, I'm serious Astarion, you don't need to worry. I'm happy, I love you, and everything is fine."

"I love you too," Astarion murmured, at a loss to say anything else. But the conversation didn't end there.

Astarion couldn't stop thinking about it, even long after the temporary children were sent back home. ou seemed so... sure that he didn't want children, and a week ago he probably would have agreed. But that was back before he knew that he was actively keeping you away from something you wanted. Something you had dreamed about since you were a child. And it felt wrong to be the reason for that, so, so wrong.

He didn't even know if his true feelings on the matter were real. He didn't want children for many of the same reasons he never wanted a partner. The attachment to another was dangerous, he was beyond unequipped to deal with others, let alone care for them, and the entire ideology behind love was ripe for manipulation and heart break. But then he met you and everything changed. Suddenly, caring for another didn't feel like a weakness, it felt like the strongest aspect of his entire self. Taking care of you wasn't an unwanted duty, it was intimacy. Something that he now craved. If all of those steadfast ideals could fall apart simply through meeting you, whose to say he could even trust himself when it came the thoughts around having a child?

Would having one truly be so bad? A little piece of the two of you, alive in the world? And perhaps children were annoying but... Astarion would be lying if he said he didn't have a soft spot for them. He had kept his distance before, but now he was fully confident that he wasn't a danger, no with Cazador burned to nothing bus ash and his own bloodlust well controlled. And it's not as if he was incapable of being a father, worse men than him did it everyday.

It was a confusing place to be, this tightwire of indecisiveness. Confusing enough for him to start a bit of research. He was vaguely aware that it was possible for his kind to breed, but finding out the details was disheartening, to say the least. First he had to parse out the different horror stories of babes eating their way out of their mother's wombs with actual facts, which wasn't exactly pleasant. But the truth was that it was more than possible for the two of you to have child together. It had the potential to either be as noneventful as any pregnancy, with the cavate that the babe coming out looking slightly... dead wouldn't be a permanent state of being. Or it could be as risky as carrying a child could be, with pains and complications galore, even legitimate worries of internal bleeding from the wretched thing prematurely growing claws. Not to mention the occasional, intense blood lust that could occur, an experience that Astarion would prefer you didn't have to go to.

Looking into the reality of the choice didn't help as much as he had assumed it would. If anything it just made the whole situation more real. Even if he wasn't a vampiric spawn, childbirth was risky. Maybe not as risky for you considering how Astarion would move the heavens and hells to get you the best care possible, but still. The thought of you passing, leaving him alone with the child you wanted and would never see, would destroy him. Completely and utterly.

But then again... there was the magical alternative of everything working out just fine. The two of you were both beyond lucky in that regard, considering how you'd overcome mind flayer parasites and fought and won against a near god. It was more than possible that everything would be fine, that you would have a beautiful pregnancy that would end in an even more amazing child. Then two would become three, a family of his very own.

That... didn't sound too bad. Astarion was torn. On one hand, he was almost certain that he was willing to go through with it. Not just because he loved you and wanted you to be happy, though it was the main reason. But also because... he could be a part in making something good. A child that would never suffer the way he did, the way countless others had. One who would be loved, who would have the help they needed for their inevitable unholy hungers. Someone precious for the two of you to fret over, to adore and care for. He... wanted that. Or at least he would if you still did. Now if he could just figure out how to bring it up, maybe something could actually happen.

But luckily enough for him, you did the job for him. He had been pouring over another book dedicated to recording the births of Dhampirs in the area, only to be distracted by you loudly sighing behind him.

"What's wrong love?" Astarion asked, his eyes still scanning the page in front of him.

"Oh I don't know," You sighed, rounding the corner to sit on the edge of his desk, "I just can't help but wonder when you're going to explain why you've suddenly become obsessed with parenting books. And..."

You trailed off, ignoring his surprised expression to read the cover of what was in front of him, "'Vampiric and Mortal Love & The Spawn They Create'. It's not exactly your usual reading material."

Part of Astarion wanted to be surprised that you had already figured him out. He had at least been trying to hide things from you slightly, not that it mattered when you could read him like a book. And he supposed that blatantly reading things like this in front of you would eventually have an effect, even if he tried to obscure the titles.

But that didn't stop him from stuttering through a response, "Well-I, okay. I've just been thinking about options lately. Which you can't really do if you don't understand what they are. Hence the books."

You frowned at him, one leg crossed over the other, "Star, I already told you that you don't need to worry-"

"But I want to worry," Astarion interrupted, deciding that ripping the band-aid off would be the best course of action, "And if there is something I can be doing to make you happier than I should at least consider it."

"I'm not going to force you into this for that," You said softly, reaching out to twine his fingers against yours, "This isn't the kind of thing you do just for someone else."

Astarion was aware of that, there was an important truth to your words. But... "What if it wasn't just for you?"

You paused, your brow furrowed as you stared at him, "What do you mean?"

"I mean what if, and consider this purely hypothetical, what if I wanted one as well. What then?" It was as far from hypothetical as Astarion could get, but by the look on your face it didn't seemed like that needed to be clarified.

You swallowed, looking just shy of hopeful as you played with his hand, "I... well. I guess in that case we would have a lot to talk about."

That wasn't quite the answer he was looking for. He pressed on, "So if in theory, I did want one. Would... you still be interested in having one?"

With me?

He left that part unsaid as he waited for an answer, uncharacteristically nervous as you mulled it over. But you were smiling, bright and wide, giving his hand a little squeeze as you spoke, "I think that would be the only scenario where I would want it. If that's something you wanted."

"I think it is," Astarion answered honestly, done with being coy, "I don't know how, I... I'm not quite sure how I feel about you carrying something that could be dangerous. But... in general yes. I think I want this. I do want this. With you and only you. Whenever your ready."

The next part Astarion did see coming, his arms already open by the time you launched yourself at him. You straddled his lap, kissing every part of his face as you babbled, "We can wait! It doesn't need to be now but-I just-yes! Adoption, childbirth, I don't care. All I need is to have them with you. That's all I want."

"And that I can give," Astarion laughed, delighted at your reaction. He still had concerns, plenty of them in fact, but they were hard to consider when the woman he adored was so ecstatic.

He gripped your chin, chuckling at the whine you let out for him interrupting your onslaught of affection. You didn't have to wait long, not when he directed your mouth against his, kissing you deeply as a new wave of exciting, and slightly nauseating feelings worked through him.

He didn't know exactly what was going to happen in the future. He had no idea if he would be a good father, but he knew that he would try his damndest. He didn't know how the two of you would even procure a child, but he did no one thing.

With you by his side, it would work out. All of it, no matter how hard the road turned out to be. And that was all that mattered.

[myhandisfatemywordislaw]

After a while all the Mechanisms forget who they were before. For many of them, all they have left are their songs, and none of them can remember how much is truth and how much is simply a story.

Tim only has the vaguest hints of memories of what it felt like to spend time with Bertie, a gentle hand brushing his hair from his face, a flutter inside his chest, but he can't even remember what Bertie looked like anymore.

Jonny can't remember what his father was like any more, though he is certain he killed him. While he remembers pulling the trigger in a flash of devastated rage, he can't remember where the bullet ended up. Did Jack ever exist? Or was he a representation of multiple people, or was the killing of Jack simply an expression of the themes of the story? Or maybe he can't face the truth of what really happened. Jonny claims One Eyed Jacks tells us how he got his mechanical heart but it doesn't, not really. Maybe there never was anyone else in the room with him and he shot himself, right through the heart, in a fit of maddened guilt and grief.

Brian will never ever forget the endless black and the terrible cold seeping deep into his bones, though he has long since forgotten what his own face used to look like.

Ashes knows their song must be dramatised since the song claims that their skin burned, but only their lungs were mechanised, so they must have died simply of smoke inhalation. They can also no longer remember if they really were a level-headed detective as they were in the song, or if they simply died in an arson attack gone wrong, and destroyed their whole world, along with everyone they ever cared about, over a mistake.

Raphaella has no song to hang onto, no story to tell, and her past is long since forgotten. Though the stench of the city feels far too familiar, and she flinches when the name Icarus is spoken, though she could not tell you why.

[ahalliance]

antoine + étoiles insane moments, p.2. aka the ass saga. p1 here

transcript + context for some of the clips below

[Video Transcript:

[First clip plays.]

Rivenzi: You want to see Etoiles’ ass, of course…

Antoine: Yeah, I’m gonna stare at your ass, Etoiles…

Etoiles: Fuck, what dread, during Popcorn [a talkshow Etoiles had been invited on the previous week], when I went up to the map and you said that, and I thought ‘whoa—‘

Antoine: Sorry

[Second clip plays: the moment during Popcorn]

PA/Domingo: Antoine Daniel has posted a tweet for us: ‘I wanted to look at this map of Africa, but Etoiles’ ass in the shape of a standing bell is driving me crazy. Smiley face with eyes in the shape of hearts.’

[Third clip plays: a continuation of the first clip.]

Antoine: Sorry, bro…

Ponce: Oh but that tweet, besides

Rivenzi: A standing bell…

Antoine: What’s more is that I never tweet and when I do it’s to tweet this sort of shit

Ponce: That’s exactly what I told myself. When PA read the tweet, I thought to myself, ‘but he never tweets!’ And he tweets to talk about Etoiles’ ass

Antoine: There needs to be a good reason, you see

[Fourth clip plays: a clip from the Team du Lundi’s minecraft server.]

JDG: Someone (in chat) said, ‘I can’t tell whether the atmosphere is good tonight or—‘

Antoine: It sucks, it sucks

Florence: You don’t need to ask every time, it always sucks

Baghera: Always sucks. Especially when Etoiles talks about ass [which had been a previous topic of discussion for him that night]

Antoine: Stooop, I enjoy it

Mynthos: You enjoy it?

JDG: It’s true tonight that it’s more weird than bad

Antoine: I like it when Etoiles talks about ass….

[Fifth clip plays: a second and different clip from Popcorn.]

Etoiles: —you’re not allowed to tell me that [Xari claimed to not know much about cinema]. I know you, I studied, because you’re my rival [in pop culture]. I really enjoy what you do in life, Xari, and you’re really knowledgeable about cinema

Antoine: What do you mean he’s your rival? And I’m just shit?

Etoiles: You, you’re my lover

Antoine: Oh yeah, sorry, my bad

PA/Domingo: One of the three is gonna die soon. There’s a whole situation, there’s a whole lore

[Sixth clip plays: a clip from the QSMP.]

Antoine: Don’t you want to get married, dude?

Etoiles: Well, I don’t have the time to fuck

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: I don’t have time to fuck, dude. I just need to kill everyone

Antoine: No but just a marriage, you see. You’ve watched Game of Thrones— you haven’t watched Game of Thrones, you can’t know how marriages work in that series

Etoiles: I’ve watched it, but I’m married to the street, dude. I can’t give out my heart that quickly

Antoine: Yeah but you can give out your ass quickly, no?

Etoiles: No, frankly, my ass—

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: Giving out your ass takes time, dude

Antoine: What the fuck…

Etoiles: Then again, I need to think about it. I’ll give you my answer. I need to discuss, and everything

Antoine: I’m tired of getting betrayed. You get married with someone else—

Etoiles: Never in a million years!

Antoine: —it’s like yesterday. Apparently Maximus got the mic from his ass removed while I wasn’t there. I was supposed to be the one to do it

Etoiles: Oh okay, so I’m your second choice?

[Overlapping]

Antoine: No! It was just to help him—

Etoiles: No, but, okay

Antoine: He got— listen—

Etoiles: There’s no problem!

Antoine: Fuck, nevermind

Etoiles: There’s no issue! Oh, so you’re opening my chest and stealing?

Antoine: I was just looking! Out of curiosity

Etoiles: Yeah, that’s it

Antoine: I don’t even understand what’s in it

Etoiles: Yeah, out of curiosity. Dude, your opinion on my cave?

Antoine: Well frankly it’s big

end Video Transcript.]

[biblically-accurate-dca]

au where moon fills in while sun is "on vacation" and nothing bad happens

[smashwolfen]

It finally happened, after my goal of finding each one authentic and triple checking over and over and over again, I can finally say

I have them all....

The Generation 1-3 games need proper battery replacements, but that's already in the works. Many of them I had already owned before beginning this collection in Ernest, it was within the past 2 years or so after discovering my copy of Platinum was a reproduction that I had actively been looking for the counterparts I had been missing, trading and selling uneeded things that went towards their purchases, and all had been local!

I had gotten VERY fortunate luck with a lot of my titles! The hardest ones for me being Black 2 and White 2 with their insane pricing these days, Black 2 I had gotten from a friend for a fantastic price CIB, and White 2 CIB I paid for for a decent amout but was well worth it when I had also picked up UltraMoon and Sun CIB for essentially free along with it.

The wildest one would have to go to GBA Sapphire, I had gotten it from my PhysioTherapist of all people, he had it since he was a boy and his stories wild! His mom had found it YEARS ago in the hospital parking lot in a PUDDLE and after all these years it had still played for this whole time, with playtime going into 600+ hours and a shiny Electrike to go with it (I renamed him after physio man to never forget him). And bud just GAVE it to me, FOR FREE. He said that I was looking for it, he didnt need it, and he got it for free so knowing I was a huge nerd on a quest he was just willing to help towards my collection, and he is the most amazing guy ever. To think I never would have met him had I not gotten into a car crash back in January, the world works in mysterious ways.

All in all, I have caught up with the english releases of all the pokemon generations, may add a copy of Green to it later down the line, but for now, I am a happy Smish with an amazing collection djrhfjnskwbrjfhdnske

[mellowmaidenhairs]

i finished my tazb relisten i haven’t had the drive to draw fanart of anything since like march LUPPPP 😭😭😭LUUUP😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

[stupidfatslut420]

You definitely should show us how your body has changed over the years

this is ages 20-24

[msphagime]

I'm sorry, I'm unaware of when I stopped reading ACOK THEON IV and started reading Sherlock Holmes. What is this?

[ahollowgrave]

i have also been toying with bringing a D&D character, Viatrix, into FFXIV for fun and profit (more fun). This is a rough draft of her normal form, but I like it an awful lot!!

This is just a bonus shot I liked:

[8um8le]

Cute thing about bot being the smallest n sun being the largest

[makiswirl]

jolyne..... but LITTLE

[greatbigbellies]

I feel like there are some really fun/hot/cute things you can go with pregnant trans women and while this is far from an exhaustive list, I'm always campaigning for more tfpreg so allow me to share some ideas.

Trans lady who hasn't seen her friends in a while... like the better part of a year, finally getting the reunite with them after some effective rounds of HRT. Everyone's excited to see her after some time transitioning... but they didn't anticipate her waddling in with a full term belly. Her confidence has grown as much as her tummy, and the previously very reserved egg they knew has turned into a beautiful, proud trans woman who isn't afraid to turn heads or take up some space... and with such an impressive belly, she does both quite well. She revels in having her tummy rubbed by her friends, and is very open to answering questions about her pregnancy. Turns out she's not full term, just 7 months with twins.

Trans lady whos still working out the whole "dressing nicely in femme clothes" thing... it doesn't come naturally to everyone, and she's still figuring out her look. Getting pregnant only applied more pressure. Her anime graphic tees now don't even reach her navel. The jeans that she's had for YEARS now don't even pull up past her baby-weight-expanded butt, let alone button. She keeps underestimating the size of her belly, so the maternity shirts she brings home to try to remedy the issue are still too tight to really fit. Perhaps both most excitingly and jarringly, her breasts have expanded enough between the HRT and pregnancy that she went from being fairly flat chested to having a capital R Rack. Thankfully, she has a good support network who are going to intervene to fix her wardrobe. Just in time for the third trimester.

Trans lady who is full term and struggling with her size. She's not one of the stereotypical lanky, tall trans girls who can leverage some extra height to keep the belly from getting too in the way. She's 5'4", 41 weeks with a 10 pound baby, and she's had enough. She loves painting her nails but bending over to do her toes is basically impossible, and while she tries to keep her legs shaved, the third trimester has been rough. Thankfully, she has a very supportive partner who goes the extra mile to help her feel comfortable and pretty while she's carrying their kid. Boxes of chocolates, pedicures, gentile help applying lotion to her body... she's pampered and feminine, as she should be.