can you adopt from your mother

Can we talk about the concept of humans adopting other sentient aliens as equal members of their families?

Like, in the posts I’ve seen so far, there’s mostly talks of humans adopting dangerous alien critters as pets but what about humans adopting sentient aliens?

“Human-George, just leave that be, they’re just a runt.” - “… No.” - “Human-George, you can’t - put them down! What are you doing?” - “Krlunk, I’m not leaving a child behind on this forsaken moon to die.” - “But they’re just a runt, not worth raising. The broodbirther and the feeders must have left it behind when they migrated 5 sols ago.” - “Are they going to come back?” - “No, Human-George, Twargs migrate for long periods of time, and we can’t spare the time to go after them.” - “Then I’ll take them with me.” “- “What?” - “I’ll take this little champion here with me and I will raise them as my own.” - “You- you can’t just do that! You can’t just spill your pack-bonding instincts- Human George!!! Get back here!” - “Don’t listen to Krlunk, kid, I won’t leave you here alone. Doesn’t matter how many appendages you have. You hungry? Thought so, let’s go get you some grub.” - (in the distance) “Human-George! The extra rations are coming out of your pay!!!” - “See if I care, Krlunk. Go eat paperwork or so.”

Imagine human patchwork families with little aliens raised and loved alonside their own, imagine some human trying to explain to crewmates how they have a Twarg sibling and a Sh’ilean sister even though their parents look very much human, imagine humans parents trying their very best to provide their alien child with the best possible care.

Also imagine it the other way around. Humans getting adopted by aliens and bonding with them just as much as they would with their own kind, either through deeds or just love. Humans building their own families in a wild mix of colours and number of appendages or eyes.

“So this is my human side of the family, see, these are my human parents.” - “Is that your larval form in their arms, Hooman-Cassandra?” - “Sort of, yeah, and this is my Gran’hroo mother and all of her children.” - “How can you have a Gran’hoo relative? I thought your kind could only come from a bonded pair of hoomans?” - “Oh, I used to live on the same mining colony as her when I was a child and I’d play with her children, spent most of my days in their house and one day I called her ‘Acraï’ - ‘mother’ in Gran’hoo language - by accident. It kind of stuck. She took me in when my parents temporarily left for another space station and I wanted to finish my education where I’d started it. When I left for my first space journey, she gave a clan insignia and called me her daughter so yeah… this is my Mom, my Dad, and my Acraï and they’re all my parents.”

Pokemon and Child Abuse

That Guzma theory really got me thinking, cuz I looked into it and it really does seem to imply that Guzma’s dad beat him with the golf clubs as a kid

and I can believe it because Sun and Moon’s underlying theme throughout the games was Family

Lusamine’s relationship with Gladion and Lillie, Lillie standing up to her mother at the end saying things like children aren’t objects who belong to their parents, Mohn disappearing and not being able to be a father to them also affected them.

But your rival Hau and his grandpa Hala have a great relationship, as well as Player and their mother. Even professor Kukui has a wife this time and semi adopted daughter in Lillie and calls you “cousin”

Every important character has their family relationships highlighted as important influences on them in this game, that really floods the whole “Family is important and will affect you” theme

So it makes sense to have the villains showcase where that theme can go wrong. When “Family” goes wrong and how THAT affects you, because really Guzma has all the telltale behaviors and thoughts of a heavily abused person

Heck Team Skull even is a family created for people with no family

*further thoughts edit*

and I kinda like how both Lusamine and Guzma as villains, showcase both sides of an unhealthy family and the influences it can have. Lusamine is an abusive Parent, Guzma was abused as a Kid. But at the end of the day, I do like that no matter how “bad” Guzma seemed to be and act like, he was still able to be redeemed and show a slight remorse for his actions as an adult, like he knew his violent tempers stemmed from his father’s violent tempers and didn’t really want to continue to the cycle, but “beating people down is all he knew”

He was like that cuz he didn’t know any other way to be, and I like that the post game stuff showed him reconnecting to his old master Hala and interacting with Kukui and building a better support network for himself, little by little, they at least showed that change was happening for him

then further with the protags they showcase three different healthier ways of having family dynamics. Player character and Mom have a great relationship with no conflict. Hau and Hala have healthy conflict where they respect eachother and can resolve issues and support eachother. Lillie and Gladion, while their mother soured their family, the way they responded back was intended to showcase the “healthy” way to respond. Lillie calling out her mother’s actions as wrong and building her own independance were the best and their sibling bonds remained each others supports (the only thing that ruined that for me was Lillie going back to her mother, which I guess I can get, if she’s her only parent. But Still. Really feel like you shouldn’t have to crawl back to abusive parents, that’s not always the best solution. Kukui is there for you Lillie let him adopt you!)

Furthermore, you can think of Team Skull and Plumeria, one of the few major characters who we DON’T know who her family, as the showcase for the effects of how not having any family at all can affect a person and how you have to try to build your own from scratch. Plumeria really does take the whole “big sister” thing seriously, she’s all they got, but also they are all that she has too.

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Seventeen

Summary: You clear up your misunderstanding with the Ackles’ and things are finally looking up.
Words: 3.6k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ
Warnings: mild angst, feels
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

“We need to talk.”

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An Incredibly Minor Yet Underrated Marvel Character

SO imagine this. You are a member of an proud and violent warrior race. You are the handmaiden to the less violent, but probably still p proud Princess of the intergalactic empire that most of your race belongs to. One day, your Princess, whom you have served loyally for many years, gets into some bullshit star-crossed lover biz with a man who is 1) a member of the race your race has been fighting since basically forever, B) A member of the organization that has consistently opposed your empire, and Lastly) who lives on a different planet and is therefore not gonna be around when she predictably finds out she is having his goddamn baby, because of course she is. 

So your Princess has this illegitimate half alien baby now, and her Dad (your Emperor) is like “wow, no” and tries to have it executed on the grounds of he doesn’t like it and he’s in goddamned charge. And the Princess is looking at you, and her eyes are doing that thing were they’re really big and sad, and her lips all pout-y, and if you had the frame of reference you would totally call her out on doing the puppy eye thing but you don’t. So what do you do?

You take the weird hybrid baby to his baby daddy, effectively exiling yourself from your home planet, to go live on a planet were Everyone Actually Really Totally Hates You, also known as Earth(y). 

Sadly, when you get to earth, were you expect to find help from the legendary super-powered princess impregnating warrior hero guy and his buds, you find that the guy has quite rudely kicked the bucket. So here you are, on a hostile alien planet, with no one to help your exiled self or your exiled prince who is half a species you have almost no experience with and also has a price on his head despite the fact he is not yet strong enough to lift said head without help. So again, what do you do?

You become a realtor.  

Yeah, that’s right. You get a fucking job. You settle the fuck down. You take a fucking Pilates class. You raise the weird fucking hybrid baby. In fact, you do not just raise the weird fucking hybrid baby; You love and cherish the weird fucking hybrid baby. You teach the exiled heir to your proud, violent, warrior race to be a sweet ‘lil nerd, who loves pokemon, and comic books, and tries to talk through confrontations, and occasionally hits you with those puppy-dog eyes that got you into this mess in the first place. You don’t complain though. You don’t complain when you’re Prince gets sick and there is literally no one on earth to turn to (because who on earth has ever seen a skrull/kree hybrid, much less treated one?). You don’t complain when you hear Galactus destroys your homeworld and everyone on it (how can you explain to your Prince that you’re grieving for his mother when you’re right there?). You don’t complain when the Super-Skrull burst through the wall of you adopted son’s friend-who-is-totally-not-his-boyfriend-mom-oh-my-god’s apartment and demands your baby go with him. Because you are not someone who backs down from a challenge. 

You pull out a gun and you challenge the greatest warrior of your proud, violent warrior race.

You lose. 

You die. 

But it’s all right. Your son’s not-boyfriend will save him. Your weird alien hybrid baby will become a weird alien hybrid hero, and later, a weird alien hybrid King. Somewhere, your Princess and her bullshit star-crossed lover are very proud. Somewhere else, the galaxies worst Grandfather is very furious. But you, well. Who even are you?

I don’t know. Because the writers never bothered giving you a name. It’s all right though. You know why?

Because I love you. 

New Beginnings (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 4,762

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Feels, Chris Being a Dork, Dodger Being Adorable, Talk of Death

Ratings: PG-13

Summary: After your grandparents pass away, you find out they leave everything to you, including a large sum of money.  Deciding to take the advice of your grandparents, you live your life to the fullest; which means moving to Boston and bump into Chris Evans.  

A/N: Let me know if you guys enjoy this!  Maybe there will be a few more parts if enough people request!

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The warm sun felt toasty on your face, as you wrapped your cardigan tightly around you; the brisk crisp fall air of Boston giving you slight chills.  You were sat at a bench, overlooking the beautiful serene water of Boston Public Garden.  It was your favorite place to visit as a child, and because of that, you knew you had to move here.  

Growing up in a small farm town in Iowa had been wonderful; at least in your eyes.  Most people hated it, and others would probably dread having to live in such an isolated, nothing to do, small hick town.  But you were an imaginative, adventurous child; always reading books and imagining you were in the main characters place.  You were also a romantic and it was easy to be one in a small town.  The boys were raised right by their parents; true gentlemen, which was hard to find nowadays.

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baby- an imagine

a/n: im gay and i want to get married and have a baby and this is a writing piece about it. also try to reblog cos that helps stuff get shared n stuff. im also new so if you wanna follow hmu

“We always, we always, we always have a story,” you heard, your wife’s voice lulling the crying infant to sleep, and almost, almost succeeding. Leaning on the doorframe, your silhouette all that she can see, for light spilled in behind you. Your little girl was crying, and keep their new adoptive mothers up all night and somehow find a way to not have it even irritate them.

You come behind her, kissing her bare shoulder that’s poked out from her tank top, and her smile is genuine. You both haven’t slept in hours, both because of the crying and also because your daughter was a sight, and you were in awe of how gorgeous she was, her little breaths and her little sighs and her button nose- you can’t believe she’s yours.

She’s got tufts of brown hair, puffs over her head and her skin was soft and the warm brown you knew you’d love to see for the rest of your life. She’s lovely. She’s breathtaking. She’s the most beautiful thing you’d ever considered yourself tove. She’s yours.

A lot of people, (assholes) say that she’s not, that you didn’t make her so she’s not, and the thing is- you get it. She’s not made up of your DNA. She’s someone else’s, in that regard. She didn’t grow in your tummy.

But she’s yours, she became yours when you touched her tiny finger and she trusted you completely, relied on you for everything, trusted you to be her shepherd through life. She had big eyes that were brown and soft and sweet and you could swear they looked just like your wife.

You’re young to be adopting- only in your mid 20’s- and you hadn’t been looking for a baby at the moment. Your wife volunteered at a planned parenthood on the weekends, and she’d known a high schooler who’d gotten pregnant and was planning to put the child in the foster system.

And the love of your life, coming home frenzied on a Sunday, saying that she knows it’s crazy but you have a room and you have love and you’re married and you’d talked about kids and-

And you looked her in the eyes, you looked at the woman you would dedicate your life to in a second, that you did dedicate it to her, and she looked at you, eyes blown and you knew that fuck it, you wanted kids, you had a home, you had a wife, and this could be the time.

That leads you to here, where your daughter was finally falling asleep in your wife’s arms, and her voice is still the lovely thing that made you fall in love with her in the first place. She looks lovely, her hair falling over her cheeks and the streetlights pouring in the light on the woman you adore, and her looking at the bundle of joy in her arms like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Three girls in the home, you thought, a smile playing on your lips.

She laughed, kissing you, and you smile into it, and it’s ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous that you’re kissing your wife with your daughter near.

3 years ago, if someone told you that you’d be sitting here, with a gorgeous, breathtaking woman holding a child you raise together, you’d have thought they were lying. Another one of those  people promising that shit gets better to make you feel better.  

But you’re sitting in here, with a little bundle in her crib, a ring on your finger, and lips tingling and her arms around you, eyes droopy from lack of sleep.

“I love you,” she smiles, lips against your cheek, fingers twining with yours. She says it like she doesn’t expect you to say anything back. She says it like it’s a fundamental truth to her, like the most beautiful and true thing in her life is to love you, and your heart swells because loving her is the thing she loves most in the world. Loving her is the thing you feel honored to do.

She looks stunning, even with her eyes tired and her fingers trembling with nerves of the momentousness of having a baby to raise.

You didn’t say yes to having her because it made sense on paper. You didn’t say yes because you had a home. You didn’t say yes because she wanted to, or because you thought that’s what married people do.

You said yes because when you looked at your wife, you saw what you always do.

You saw the girl you would dedicate your whole life to, the woman you wanted to build the world to make her smile, and you saw the only person you wanted to share the most incredible quest you’ll ever do. You couldn’t think of anyone you’d rather have a family with.

And here you were, the three of you, her humming under her breath to keep her baby asleep, and you were one.

A family.

Your family.


Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 29,223

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Note: Inspired by 5 Centimeters Per Second. Please keep in mind that the majority of this takes place in the 90s and will be following the Korean school year schedule.

The universe works in mysterious ways.

You’re never the type to try and figure out the answers to those unanswerable questions, but ever since you were little, you always held an utter fascination with how everything worked, both in unison and in discord. You believe that the world is like an unending stream, one that everyone one is thrown into at birth with no other instruction other than to stay afloat. From there, the best thing to do, the only thing you can do, is to let the current carry you through the long and twisting river until you reach the inevitable edge of the waterfall.

This mindset most likely spawns from your mother, much like yourself. She often articulated charming stories and intriguing facts to you throughout your childhood, teaching you all that she knew in order to make sure that you were growing up with as much ease as you could, especially since she was raising you alone. With your mother being the only guardian in your life even to this day, you undeniably find yourself adopting her way of thinking more often than not.

The greatest lesson you learned is that the stream knows where to take you, and the world knows how to continue spinning—all you can do is go with the ebb and flow and hope for the best.

What you didn’t know was that the world would give you the best at such a young age.

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Imagine you and your wife want a baby...

Note: This is a lesbian semi rapid pregnancy fluff story. I love rapid pregnancy stories but I only like fluffy, sweet stories where the growth is noticeable, but not violent or taking place over the span of a few seconds. I also like set up and some sweet character interactions. This is my first short story like this so I hope everyone enjoys, but please leave criticism if you feel like it is needed.


You and your wife Sarah are dropped off by the taxi, and you unload your bags. The sunrise has just started, the sky is a light purple that the orange is just starting to fade in. The salty beach air rushes by you; it has been 7 years since your honeymoon you went to the beach. You’re here over the 4 day weekend at The Agency for Parenthood. You saw advertised that over the span of 4 days all the proper arrangements can be made to where you can go home with a healthy baby. Over the phone there wasn’t information given, just the travel arrangements were made. You and your wife had always wanted to raise a family, but it is harder to do so naturally being a lesbian couple. But in only 4 days? Maybe it’s an adoption agency where you meet with the expectant mother and get matched over the weekend. They figured they would go along, it was a beach resort and if they didn’t like it they could get a hotel and just have a relaxing weekend together away from the bustling city. You see other couples getting their stuff together to go inside.

An employee rushes over and helps to gather your belongings. Your items are taken to the suite where you will be staying in, you have been instructed to go to the auditorium to await further instructions. The facility is top notch, 5 stars. The building was alabaster white, marble floors, and wide windows facing the glistening, emerald green ocean and sandy shores. Immediately upon entering you smell savory food, assuming an open buffet must be nearby. This place looks fantastic! You do see several pregnant women waddling around in various stages of pregnancy. Some are in their swimsuits, their swollen, glowing bodies are barely contained by the fabric, leaving through the glass large doors to enjoy the beach. You whisper to Sarah how exciting it will be to get to know these ladies and hopefully be matched. You brought a scrapbook with photos of their life at home just in case they needed to present themselves.

You both find your seats in the auditorium, there is about 50 or so seats. Other couples find their way in and after an hour the room is filled with small chatter. The doors close, the lights dim, and just the small stage has light. After a few moments a middle aged woman, walks into the stage, wearing a large white lab coat over her black pants suit.

“Good morning everyone! I am Dr. Abagail Harris, founder of The Agency of Parenthood. I hope you find our accommodations acceptable during your stay here.” She continues to go over some basic rules of the facility, like where certain locations are on the campus, services provided, and emergency protocol. The audience grows restless.

“Now, the question you all have: how does all over this work? You all have one thing in common, you all want to start a family.” You and the audience start to quiet down to listen carefully.

“You might think upon seeing our other clients here that this is an adoption agency. That is not the case, your children will be biologically yours. The medical technology I have here is highly coveted by certain unscrupulous groups, so please understand the secrecy up to this point.” While there was background chatter during the other parts of the presentation, the audience is now deathly quiet, awaiting to hear what will happen.

Dr. Harris pauses for dramatic effect, smiling wide. “I know we have several same sex couples here, and the child will be biological from both of you as well” Sarah squeezes your hand, you look over and she has a grin as big as the moment you proposed to her all those years ago. You squeeze back, feeling the engagement ring on her finger you gave her and continue to listen.

“This is a type of fertility treatment we have here. But we know a lot of you are busy business men and women. You have planes to catch, meetings to secure multi million dollar deals across the globe next week. Do not fear, your busy lives will not be on hold the next 9 months. You can leave with a biological child of your own in 4 days. I have pioneered technology to expedite the pregnancy, to better accommodate the lifestyle of the 21st century family.” You and the audience gasps in awe at the news.

Dr. Harris starts to giggle a little bit. “Don’t worry, it is completely safe. You saw our other clients as you entered, they are enjoying the sugar sand beaches, splashing in the cool ocean. We have only the best doctors medical staff the world has to offer. If there was a medical emergency, which hasn’t happened in the 10 years we have been open…” She knocks on a wooden support beam for the stage for comedic effect “…we do have a full operatory room that our staff is trained to handle any emergency. In fact, our first patient is yours truely.” Behind her on the projection screen is a collage of photos, a younger Dr. Harris in various stages of pregnancy, then a group photo of her family that includes 6 children. “I did not open this facility until I had proof of the technology. I found out I was infertile when I first got married and I feared I could never have a family. My lifes work has been bringing children into the world that otherwise could not be here. No medical condition can hold you back from having a family.”

The audience is now beyond excited, you can hear all the couples whispering to each other, smiles across the audience. You give Sarah a peck on the cheek. You feel her cheek wet from tears of joy. You wrap your arm around her shoulders, holding her firm.

“My staff will answer more specific questions you may have during the medical exam, which is where you will be going next. It’s going to be a busy next few days, so no time to waste!“ She waved to the audience and the back doors opened on cue.

During her presentation the white lab coat seemed to unbutton. As she was walking off stage, the jacket swept to her sides and behind her. You notice the pale skin of her round stomach peek out from under her black blouse, obviously not meant as a maternity shirt. She hurriedly tucked it back down a few moments later when she realized it. You giggle to yourself, it seems that Dr. Harris isn’t even done adding to her family. You hold Sarah hand as you make your way out.

As everyone leaves the auditorium, there are medical staff with signs each having a different surname on them. You find your family name and are greeted by Mary, your personal nurse and guide over the weekend. She is young, no older than 25. She is just about your height, 5'1”. Her black, long hair and dark skin contrasts with the white lab coat she is wearing. She walks the both of you into a small medical room down a branching hallway and begins to go over each of your health history.

As she concludes the basic medical exam, Mary starts going over the fertility treatment: DNA will be collected from the couple and a zygote will be created using the medical technology at hand. She continues “…and as both of you are women, you have an unique situation. If you want, you can have twins that each of you carry.” You look at Sarahs big brown eyes in excitement. You both have always wanted to have the experience of pregnancy. “The advantage of this is that you can carry one of the twins without the additional bodily stresses that having multiples cause.” That also sounded good.

You have a twin brother and you did always hope to replicate the experience of being a twin with your own child. After some discussion, you both decide that this might be the only time you will be able to do this and agree to each carry a child.

“And like Dr. Harris said, this is completely safe.” Mary pulls out her cell phone and shows you photos of her heavily pregnant, the photo dated just last weekend! The next photo she shows is of her 3 beautiful children, one of them a little girl only a few days old. “Each and every medical staff member is required to have completed the treatment as well, so we can best answer your questions. And yes, my lovely little Emily there was brought into the world last week!” You would of never guessed that she would recover physically so quickly. But then again Dr. Harris is working on child number 7, the process must be easy.

Mary continues “Each of the 40 weeks of pregnancy have been reduced to 40 hours. Within 2 days the fertilized egg will form into a fully formed baby. The 3rd day must stay at the last stage of pregnancy, this stage helps decelerate the fetal growth so they don’t continue to grow rapidly after they are born. The final day here after birth is preparing for the journey home and making vital purchases for the new family member. We will provide  what you will need for the first month. Tomorrow morning you will have an ultrasound to determine the gender of the children, then you will meet with our nursery specialists to have a fully stocked nursery installed in your home while you are here…well…” Mary pats at her currently slim stomach. “…becoming fully stocked yourself.” You all giggle at the joke, but it is also a little nervous sounding as the two of you are slowly taking in the reality of the situation.

There are two medical exam tables in this room. Mary instructs you both to get on one after you disrobe. She leaves the room gather equipment. You both start to take off your clothes and place them in the basket provided. You take an extra long glance at Sarah, she is just as beautiful as the day you met 10 years ago. She is about 4 inches taller than you and is dark as midnight. People tease that the two of you are like night and day since you look polar opposites. The bright lights from the lamps reflect off her skin like shooting stars across the night sky. Sarah has always been a little self conscious of carrying an extra 20 pounds than what she would like, but you find her curves soft and lovely. You have been jealous, yourself always small and petite, always struggling to keep weight on. You try to imagine her with child; her chubby belly that you love to play with, instead full and tight, her belly button popped out from the growing child. Her breasts swelling past their modest handful, you imagine them spilling out the sides of your hands as you gently tease her enlarged, even darker nipples. You then realize that you too would be full figured in every way soon, no longer small and frail. Your heart races, you cannot control your imagination. Firm, swollen round bellys rubbing against each other as you try to hug each other. The only thing that snaps you out of it is the knock on the door. Mary is announcing her return to start the process. You look at Sarah and she seems flustered too, blushing.

“It seems we were having simular thoughts…” She walks over to you and gives you a gentle kiss as she helps you finish undressing, slipping the loose jeggings and tank top off. She slowly rubs your bare stomach, then kisses you on the cheek. Sarah and you hop on the tables and cover yourself with the thin paper blankets provides. Sarah shouts that you both are ready for her to enter.

Mary wheels in various equipment and about 3 other medical staff follow behind. Mary is starting up the equipment as she proceeds to discuss the next steps. “For this part of proceedure you must be placed under general anesthesia for the next 6 hours, the DNA samples can be uncomfortable to gather. Once we place the fertilized eggs in your womb, any movement can disrupt impregnation since this is such a delicate process. You will awaken when we confirm that impregnation was successful. At that point you can proceed to enjoy the next 3 days at your leasure.” You see various other medical equipment being wheeled all around you, the staff placing the sensors on you and Sarah. You feel the pinches of multiple needles being placed in your arms, attached to multiple IV bags. Your heart is now racing from being nervous. This is happening. You see Sarah hand reach out to hold yours, also connected to IV bags. You grasp her hand firmly, feeling with her engagement ring again.  Mary starts counting backwards as you both go under.

“I love you Sarah.” You say shakily. You look into her eyes, wet from tears of excitement. Her full lips start to open to respond but the darkness of sleep pulls you under before you can hear her response.

—–6:34 PM——

You awaken slowly, blinking in and out on consciousness for what seems forever. The bright lights are like staring into the sun, you rub your eyes as you come to. You gain enough awareness to look around for Sarah. She is putting on her sundress, appearing to have awoken much sooner than you. You see that the IV needles are gone, replaced with band aids. You notice a watch on your left wrist. It says 4:41, but that can’t be right if you were under for 6 hours…

Mary speaks from behind you. “Good evening! Everything was a stunning success!” You struggle to sit up, but manage to do so with help from Mary. You look down at your belly, still flat. You then realize the paper blanket has been removed and you curl up, embarrassed from being stark naked.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, we see naked women all the time. But I understand how you feel.” She reaches for the clothes basket and hands you the floral tank top and denim jeggings you wore in. She turns around to let you clothe yourself. She continues to explain while turned around.

“You both have been pregnant for 4 hours at this point. So this is just like the fourth week of pregnancy. You each have a watch, timed to the exact moment when the pregnancy started.” You look at the watch just after slipping on your tank top and just as she said, it says 4:42. Makes sense now. The tank top has a built in bra shelf that for your small, just barely there breasts fit into. Honestly if anything it’s still too big and the shirt is an extra small already. “This will count up to 40 hours, when gestation will suspend for a whole day to stop the accellerated growth. Wouldn’t want your bouncing babies to grow up too fast, they already do at a natural pace!”

You finish zipping up your jeans, which you do notice are a tiny little tighter than usual. Before if anything stuck out it was your hip bones. Now the hip bones are hidden away like you have always wanted them to be. You do finally realize that you are absolutely famished! You hear Sarah stomach growl from the other side of the room. Laughing, you walk over and reach for your wife’s hand. You both are grinning from ear to ear.

“Now, you will be growing at an unnatural pace, so I would recommend heading up to your rooms and slipping into something more..accommodating. The buffet is open 24/7, so feel free to eat up! The typical week that you start to show is around 12, so around 2 in the morning is when you’ll actually start filling out in the middle. You’ll be a whole different person when you wake up tomorrow morning!”

Mary opens the door and gives you your room  key, room 245. She gives you directions on how to get there, the resort being so huge. Hand in hand, you both walk out and enter the main lobby area where people are heading for dinner. It smells so wonderful, your mouth starts to fill with saliva.

“Since our room is at the other end of the resort, let’s go ahead and grab some chow!” Sarah pats her soft tummy “Afterall, we are eating for 4 now.”

You enter the dining room and immediately taken back at the sheer amount of food. A huge buffet line with every kind of food you can think of, staff restocking the popular items. You see all around couples having dinner. The women early in their pregnancy are all along the buffet line getting their food, while you see all the women very full with child sitting down at the tables, their husbands and  not pregnant spouses getting them probably their third plate of food. You look over at each others bodies and realize this will be us in just a day! You both make your way to the buffet line and fill up your plates.

You find a table with a couple you sat next to during the presentation. They wave you down and you both take a seat. As you are seated, your jeans dig into your sides and stomach. You do your best to adjust them to make yourself comfortable.

You spend hours talking and eating with the couple. Their names are Justin and Darlene, a husband and wife CEO team for a business software company. Over the years they could never concieve a child naturally, but 2 years ago they had their first child thanks to The Agency for Parenthood. They hired a babysitter for their son and they hope for a daughter to complete their family. Sarah, being the more social one, fills them in on your story. You add in important details as needed, but between the bites you gaze on Sarah and are reminded of why beyond her beauty you fell in love with her; her ability to start a conversation with anyone is how she met you. You wish you had the gift of the gab like her, but you also just love the melody of her voice as she spins tales of their adventurous early years of your marriage.

The hours passes by, eating plate and plate of delicious food: mac and cheese, glazed ham, steak, biscuts, nearly everything at least once! You wish you thought ahead like Sarah and worn a dress, your pants are just aching to be off at this point, you feel the b pants digging in. You try to adjust them and now there is a quite noticeable, but small still, fat spilling out all around the belt of jeggings. You reach your hand feel your skin over your belt line, its soft, just fat; not the firm, small round belly you hope to be sporting when you wake up tomorrow morning. But this is the most you ever filled out any item of clothing. You guess you might actually fit a size 1 currently instead of the 00 you typical have to wear. After laughs and sharing stories, photos on your phone of your pets and family, it is nearly 9pm and you both figure it is time to get ready for bed. You both ate so much food, your body is busy digesting it and is begging for sleep. You all give hugs and look forward to seeing them on campus tomorrow, excited to share upcoming baby bumps!

You leave the dining hall and make it to your room. It’s a solid 10 minute walk, you paid extra for a suite that overlooks the ocean, but with that comes extra walking to get such a remote room. You hold your wife’s hand and head down the hallways. You pass by some night owl couples who prefer moonlight to sunlight and making their way out now. You see one couple, both of them probably 30 hours into their pregnancies, heading out to the beach, hand on the smalls of their back for support, for what little of a moonlight beach waddle they can do. Their swimsuits can barely contain their newly formed bodies, breasts overflowing the bikini tops, the bottoms barely covering the nessary parts, being stretched as their hips obviously has widened signifigantly to house their evergrowing children. Their sway backwards to accomodate the new center of gravity matches the palm trees against the ocean wind, bending back as well. Their free hand is rubbing each other’s swollen tummys. Even though it is night, those women are glowing like the sun. You smile and make a mental note to take Sarah out on a night walk while here.

You do notice as you walk that there is a little bit more of jiggle to your breasts as you take your steps. Your breasts before were barely a size A cup, not even enough to jiggle even if you jumped. The built in bra for your top is struggling to support your breasts, now easily large enough where they have their own independent movement. You have never experienced this before and now understand why large breasted women are always complaining about bras with no support. As you walk, the skin of your swollen breasts tug down slightly with each step, causing some discomfort. Not as uncomfortable as the jeans though, they have to get off the moment you enter the room! All the buttered crab legs and thick lobster bisque you ate is finding their place on your body quicker than you expected. Your free hand goes to your hips; you now have what they jokingly call a muffin top. As you walk your breasts jiggle with your new expanded waist.

Your room is finally found and you enter. Sarah barely closes the door behind her before you take off your top. You feel the bounce of your breasts as the bra frees them, you feel them move for a small moment before they settle. You start to unbutton your pants and work your fingers to the zipper, but immediately forces itself open before you could even begin. You let out a sigh of relief. You brushed against your belly while your hand was undoing the button. Is it just you or does your belly already feel a bit firmer, a little more rounded? Can’t be, you look a your watch and it’s only hour 7, way sooner than the typical week you start to show. Sarah walks over to help you undress, she rubs her fingers along the red imprints from where your jeans were digging in.

“Hmm, you always thought you were too skinny, now you know how I feel after pizza night! I always thought…you….are just perfect…but you might be a different kind of perfect like this…” She gently rubs the indention lines, using them to guide her fingers. She continues to explore your expanding hips and beyond, slightly pressing on your tummy to see if it feels different. It is a little firmer, gives more resistance when she presses. You both notice and exchange smiles. Sarah leans over, gives your belly button a kiss and helps to remove the rest of the pants. She leans over in a way that purposefully shows her cleavage. Her breasts slightly overfilled the top of her bra, she is obviously going though the same changes as you are. You feel warm, you cannot wait to get her to the bed. You start to unbutton her dress when you both are caught off guard by your jeans. This was the only pair of jeans you owned that you didn’t need a belt to keep them up, even with that the extra fabric in the legs previously swished when walking. Sarah is having to tug rather hard on your jeans to remove them. Your breasts and midsection were not the only thing that has grown, but your legs have additional weight on them too.

“I need you to get on the bed so I can help get these off of you, you have grown so much already!” You lay down, noticing your breasts flattening out and to the side a bit as they do when they are of a larger cup size. With Sarahs help you shimmy the jeggings off. You lean back on the bed with relief when they finally let loose of your legs. The uncomfortable pressure of the waist band digging into your sides must have prevented you from noticing how tight the legs were. You see on your pale legs more red indention marks from where the pant seems were pressing against your growing thighs, but as you rub the indention marks you also feel other lines…you see them almost purple and along your hips and inside of your thighs, the most growth so far. Stretch marks. You are 31 but you finally got them! Sarah proceeds to quickly unbutton her dress and tosses it and your pants next to the luggage the staff left by the door. She jumps on bed with you, you and your new bodies all bounce with the bed springs up and down. You both hug and kiss each other, rolling on the bed, skin touching skin. You don’t notice as much changes on Sarah other than her slightly larger breasts, but you know that will come. You caress her breast with one hand, the other placing the other nipple to your lips, kissing them softly. She sharply gasps and moans, the sudden sensitivity freezing her in pure pleasure. The new changes to each of your bodies has opened a new world for sexual exploration. At this point you both planned on circumnavigating the expanding globes that are your tummys and elsewhere, leaving no area of skin untouched.

The night is simply magical, even better than your honeymoon 7 years ago, if that was possible. The hours pass and you both eventually fall asleep, her spooning you, a hand absently on your new breast, sending shivers over your bidy when her fingertips brush against your enlarged nipple. You realize this is the first time it can actually be cupped a little bit by hand, something Sarah especially made her aware of tonight. You curl up, your favorite sleeping position, and you feel a definite bulge from your swelling tummy when you bring your thighs up close to your body, it being called the fetal position just being ironic in this case. You bring your hand to feel it, and now you have a definate pregnant belly, firm and warm as you rub it slowly. You see is the watch on your wrist, reading hour 10 of the pregnancy.

Your dreams are of your new family: 4 toddler aged children running around playing tag. In your dream you look over to Sarah on your porch swing, heavily pregnant, swollen breasts resting on top of her belly that has spread her legs so wide apart. She has a shirt on, but it barely covers her enlarged popped out belly button that stretches the shirt to its limit. She white skirt she is wearing is nearly hidden by her belly that extends to the middle of her dark thighs.  You are holding the small of your back, taking your time to lean back into the swing, as to not fall over due to your own even larger belly that when you finally seat almost extends to your knees, breasts bounce and then settle to the sides of your firm, almost oblong shaped stomach under a loose sundress. The dream ends with the two of you hopelessly squeezed together, each of your thighs pressing and taking up the empty space under arm rest of the swing. The two person swing didn’t take into account women carrying each a set of twins, making it 6 people. Sarah, you and your four children laughs as they struggle to help you both out of the swing. While dreaming you hold the small swell of your growing child with your hand.

As the sleeping hours pass, it taking up more and more of your hand. You wake up once in the middle of the night due to something pushing against the small of your back, tickling as it creeps up your spine. As you turn over to get more comfortable, sleep still in your eyes, the moonlight reflects off of Sarahs now noticable baby bump, her soft belly you love now taught, the softness that was once there now have been used for your child. You start to find a new comfortable position, but not before you notice Sarahs hand move to her tummy, rubbing it now in her sleep too. You end up sleeping on your back, enjoying the weight you feel between your hips as your belly takes on more of a dome shape against the moon light. You cup one hand under your enlarged bump, the other on Sarahs firm and very warm belly.

Very Berry Legacy

I’m super excited to announce the very berry legacy challenge! I made this challenge with my friends @bluberry-sims @simsinablanket@sweetersims and @thestolensims

Basic rules:

Every generation in this challenge is named after a fruit, so they should be dressed (clothes, hair, makeup, etc. and skin if you want to) in the color of the fruit and can be named after it as well. The rules for each generation will have two traits, but you have to pick the third one, it can be whatever you want, so every game will be different! The Sim must complete the aspiration and career in that generations rules unless they state otherwise.

Generation 1- Grape (purple)

You’ve never cared much about love or getting married. All you needed in life was your job. You didn’t have many friends and no siblings, you kept to yourself. It’s all because of one incident that shook your life. You want the best for your only child, so you got married.


  • Travel to Sixam
  • Befriend an Alien (you can open the lot in Oasis Springs that requires max handiness skill if you do not have Get to Work)
  • As a young adult, have just one best friend, have a one night stand with them and end up pregnant (or the friend is pregnant).
  • Your best friend has kids but the spouse died a long time ago 
  • For the sake of the baby and because you are really good friends, you get married
  • Max Rocket Science or Handiness Skill

Traits: Gloomy and Genius

Career: Scientist or Tech Guru

Aspiration: Renaissance sim

Generation 2- Green Apple (green)

You always dreamed of starting a family and settling down in the suburbs. You forced yourself to stay in the first relationship you’ve ever had “That’s the one, I’m staying with them forever”. But once you were at the wedding, you imagined being with them for the rest of your life, just them, no one else, you ran away. None of your friends even tried to help you, you never had real friends.


  • Complete all jobs you have to level 5, then quit
  • Get 4 skills to level 6, and 2 to level 8
  • Leave someone at the altar
  • Have 4 serious relationships (romance is at about 60%), but break up with them
  • Barely know your own children, leave kids with a family member
  • Only have two “accident” kids, twins (you can cheat this)
  • Never Marry

Traits: Hates Children, Non Committal

Career: Business, Whatever you want (but your sim would hate) , Social Media

Aspiration: Serial Romantic

Generation 3- Strawberry (red or pink)

Your parent’s love life was always dysfunctional and you wanted to be different so at a young age you had multiple boyfriends or girlfriends but all you ever wanted was to find your soulmate. Once you were a young adult you got engaged to your high school sweetheart but one day you caught them cheating on you and you were devastated, but you find out a little later that you are pregnant with his baby. One thing that you always loved was working out. One morning when you go out to the gym you meet someone there and fall in love with them. You guys get married and have 2 kids but he/she dies as an adult from an accident you are left as a widow and never re-marry


  • Date lots of people as a teen
  • Get engaged to highschool sweetheart
  • Find out your fiance cheated on you
  • have one child with your ex-fiance after you break up
  • Meet future spouse at the gym
  • Have two children with your spouse
  • Have spouse die as an adult
  • never re-marry
  • Have at least level 7 fitness skill

Traits: Romantic, Active

Career: Athlete

Aspiration: Soulmate

 Generation 4- Potato (brown or white)

 You never really wanted to do anything “worthwhile”. Just watch TV all day and blog. Oh, and play video games. You just want to play video games. You don’t go outside, you will eat basically anything, and you refuse to work. You still live with your mother/father/sibling. They may be working hard to give you things you need, but you don’t notice.


  • Never marry
  • have a one night stand(your brother/sister made you go out) and it resulted in you pregnant/getting someone else pregnant. if your sim is male, the woman drops the baby off on your doorstep, leaving it for you to raise alone,
  • get kicked out by parent/sibling and live homeless with baby until you can purchase a simple, one room house
  • Once homeless, get a job doing something you hate, like a businessman or something
  • be miserable for the rest of your life, but hide it from your child because     you don’t want them to think that they can’t do anything they want in the world

Traits: lazy, glutton

Career: Anything your sim would hate

Aspiration: Computer Whiz


Generation 5- blueberry (blue)

You were always afraid people didn’t like you. You dated once in high school. They cheated on you. You could never forget or forgive. When you finally found the love of your life, you couldn’t believe it. You married them, had kids, everything was going great. Until one day, you thought they were cheating on you. That’s when your life became an entangled mess.


  • Have your first ever relationship cheat on you
  • Find love after many relationships (you thought they were cheating on you, or didn’t like you at all so you broke up with them)
  • Get married to them and have kids, start a normal family
  • Assume that your spouse’s friend is their lover, and they are cheating on you
  • Cheat on them with your past relationship
  • Find out that your spouse never cheated
  • Live the rest of your life regretting it, but never tell your partner
  • Master the Music skill
  • Play music as a kid
  • Try to start a writing career, but fail at it
  • Instead, try your hand at the entertainer career, music path

 Traits: Jealous and Music Lover

Career: Self-published author, Music branch in the Entertainer Career

Aspiration: Musical Genius

 Generation 6- Mango (orange)

You were always very bright, in every aspect. You are smart, you have no trouble talking to new people, and you wear orange a lot. One day, that changes, someone you never really talk to, that one person who avoided you all of your life, she and her friends decide to beat you up. They tell rumors about you, they trip you, throw your stuff in the garbage, spill food on your clothes. You were irritated but nothing could ever get you down, there is always positives. But when they hurt your mother, someone you always loved and cared about, you couldn’t stand them hurting her like that. So you dedicated your life to finding the people who hurt others, and put them in jail.


  • Have at least 5 good friends at all times
  • Have a group of  people try to ruin your life
  • Have them hurt the your mother
  • Reach level 10 athletic skill
  • Win in a fight with each of the mean people
  • Live with your mother until adulthood/serious relationship, to protect her

Traits: Outgoing, hot head

Career: detective

Aspiration: friend of the world

Generation 7- Raspberry (red)

Your parents were so involved in your grandmother’s life trying to protect her that they never payed attention to you or any of your other siblings. Ever since you were a kid you said “I want be the best parent ever” and you wanted to have lots of kids. One day when you were 15 you figured out that you could not have children and you were devastated. So you adopted. One day your doctor contacted you and told that he might have a way to get you pregnant but it could cost your life. You risk your life and it ends up being successful and you have twins! From then on you vowed to be the best mother ever. And you were.


  • Work as a babysitter as a teen
  • Find out you can’t have children as a teen
  • Get married right when you become a young adult
  • Adopt three children
  • Get enough points for fertility trait from reward store
  • Have twins after a life threatening procedure (this can be cheated)
  • Max parenting skill (if you have parenthood)
  • Be a stay at home mom or dad
  • Have spouse work

Traits: Family oriented, Childish

Career: Stay at home Parent (babysitter as a teen)

Aspiration: Super parent (If you have parenthood) if not, Big Happy Family


Generation 8- Lemon (yellow)

Although you grew up surrounded by your siblings, you have a mean streak nobody could deny. You often spent time alone at school because of this, and when somebody looked past that and saw the real you, you knew he was the one. You worked hard to give them whatever they wanted, a nice house, nice things, and even children although you were sick of them after spending too much time with your four siblings. You despised your children from the day they were born, choosing to invest yourself in work instead of care for them.


  • Date only one person, and marry them.
  • Only friend is spouse and if you want, parents.
  • Do not become more than acquaintances with your children, and try to get your relationship into the negatives.
  • Act friendly to the kids in front of the spouse.
  • Have negative relationships with siblings.
  • Maintain healthy and happy relationship with spouse and leave kids at home when you go on dates.

Traits: Mean, Hates Children

Career: Business 

Aspiration: Soulmate


Generation 9- Watermelon (pink)

Your mom hated you and that had a huge toll on your mental health. From a young age you had all sorts of mental illnesses, depression, anxiety learning disorders and many more. Growing up you did not have  happy life. One day in school you were being bullied and beat up. But out of no where a random kid in a mask saved you he grabbed you from the kids and yelled at them. From then on they never bothered you again and you weee so grateful for him but you never knew who he was. You were in therapy for a couple of years. Once released from therapy you were the happiest person ever and you were so grateful for the person who saved but you could never find them. So you became a detective and dedicated your life to finding the person to thank them for saving your life.


  • Be depressed as a teen
  • have a stranger save you when you were being bullied by you never find out who it was
  • Go to therapy for mental issues until young adult
  • Change gloomy trait to cheerful trait
  • Become a detective to try and find person who saves you
  • Find the person and marry them
  • Quit detective after you find them and join entertainer in comedian branch
  • Have as many kids as you want
  • Die the day after your spouse from heart-brokenness
  • Get to at least level 7 comedy skill

Traits: Loner, Gloomy (change to cheerful once YA)

Career: Detective until you find person, then entertainer (comedian branch)

Aspiration: Joke Star (don’t start until YA)


Generation 10- Blackberry (Black, Dark blue, or dark purple)

You were pretty happy as a kid always were with your parents and you loved their cute little love story, but once your mom passed away you swore that you would never be anything like her, you didn’t want to be sad ever and be a complete mess, So you broke things off with your current relationship, never spoke with your friends again or your brothers/sisters, never settled down or even had kids. All you did in your adulthood was to have fun by yourself, succeed in your job and visit new places constantly. You had the time of your life and once you died, you died having a happy life and having no regrets.


  • Have a boyfriend as a teen and as soon as your mother passes away break up with him.
  • Have 2 good friends and when your mother passes away stop talking with them completely. Same goes with your brothers and sisters
  • Complete any Job of your choice
  • Live in each neighborhood at least once
  • Max out the Photography and any other skill of your choice
  • Go to a lot of parties, clubs and bars as an Adult
  • Never Marry or have kids

 Traits: Outgoing, and Ambitious

Career: Your choice

Aspiration: Your choice

That’s the challenge I hope you guys like!! we worked really hard on it

If you do this challenge use the tag #veryberrylegacy so we can see them 

Happy simming <3

A Soulmate to remember chap 7

A/N- Hey guys! Just wanted you to know that my request box is open and empty

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5Chapter 6

Tags: @welcometothecity, @miss-nerdalots,@marvelsimaginess, @naturalnation123 , @suavehayes (let me know if I missed you/you want to be tagged) so I can add you to the list! Hope you enjoyed!

TW: Churches? Otherwise, none

Y/N- Your name 

L/N- Last Name

Word count: 1,863

You were sitting in an extra little sitting room, and You had just finished checking up on all of your college classes, and making sure you had completed all of the homework, when your mother let out a shrill call, “Y/N- phone!”

“Make sure you don’t listen in this time,” You call back a you reached over to the still-operable landline- that your mother refuses to get rid of -with your free hand. I pick it up and press the button, “Hello, Y/N L/N speaking.”


You immediately stop typing on your laptop and set it aside on the couch, “Jason! How are you, I saw a little bit of the situation on the TV - are you okay?”

He seemed taken aback for a moment, but cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, Yeah, a little bruised up, but I’m fine.”

You let out the breath, “Good, good, I’m glad, I knew you could probably take care of yourself, but still.”

Jason was silent for a moment, and you didn’t know wether to break the silence or wait until he felt like talking, and before you could make your decision he spoke, “So, I, uh, found your cellphone today.”

You blinked in surprise, “Really? You did? I ah, mean Thank you, but, uh, when in the world did you find time to find it?”

Jason was smirking, you could tell by his tone, “Oh, just found a little time, no big deal. When can I get it too you, I figured you need it.”

You nodded, “yeah, say I’ve got work in the morning, would you like to come with me to-“

The phone started ringing and You muttered under your breath when you noticed it was your boss, ‘hey it’s my boss, I should really take this… could I put you on hold real quick?”


“Thanks I’l make it quick, I promise.”

You quickly put Jason on hold before accepting the call from your boss, Steph who is quick to ask, “Oh, my gosh I saw on the news about your Uncle’s party- are you okay?”

You laughed, “Yeah Steph, I’m fine, just surprised you haven’t asked yet.”

Steph squealed, “Oh- M-Gee, about Jason Wayne meeting his soul mate, I was gonna, do you know who the mystery woman is?”

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Easter season gets me so fucking heated about neglectful rabbit owners, we already have people calling every day at work asking for rabbits and i just want a pre recorded message that I can play that says “rabbits live for 10 years, need expensive vet care, have a special diet requiring fresh veggies daily, cannot live in a cage, must be spayed or neutered to prevent cancer, and cannot be released when you get tired of them. Happy Easter!”

If you absolutely have to have a rabbit “for Easter” adopt one from a shelter where people constantly dump their rabbits when they’re no longer the size of your hand and become boring and messy.

I’ve had Apollo for 4 years this month and he is my best friend and he is very messy and his vet bills are very expensive and he is smelly and can be destructive and has eaten many of my belongings and you just have to accept those things when you have a rabbit because that’s inherently how rabbits are. I can’t stand the thought of someone buying a baby rabbit too young to be away from its mother, sticking it in a tiny cage, feeding it seed mixes and whole carrots, and then not interacting with it after a month… It makes me feel sick.

anonymous asked:

what would dating Credence be like??

(Let’s say this takes place long after the movie, so Credence has had time to start healing before getting into a relationship; I really do not want to correlate romance with recovery.)

  • The sweetest, purest relationship
  • You were friends for a long time before either of you gets the courage to say anything
  • Holding his hand in yours to warm his up
  • Okay, but the screenplay makes it so much more hella obvious how touch starved this poor fella is so: Realising how few positive touches he’s had in his life, so always be incredibly careful to make your movements obvious, slowly introduce him to new contact, and making sure you don’t overwhelm or push him
  • Lots of soft, chaste, gentle touches
  • Letting him know it’s 100% okay for him to initiate/stop physical contact with you if he wants or needs to
    • God, it makes your heart pound whenever he’s brave enough to take your hand or hug you first
  • Telling him you’ll happily help him change his last name if he wants to, because you know how much he hates being reminded of his adoptive mother, and that he’s welcome to yours if wants it
  • Taking bubble baths together and getting into bubble fights
  • Reading to him when he gets nervous because he finds comfort in your voice
  • Holding him tightly throughout the night so that he knows you’re there
    • He likes being the little spoon while you play with his hair
  • Credence tells you how Tina was the first person to ever do him ‘an uncomplicated kindness’ (the screenplay really did hurt me, okay), and resolving to do as many kind things as you can for him, and that they will be as far from complicated as possible

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Involves Masterlist: (x) 

-Lauren and Kerrie

*waves at @lhugbereth* From the God AU, for Promptio week. Not bad for an hours work. 

And Now I’m off to bed. One more day of work and then I can really get some writing done!

It was no great secret that the House of War wasn’t the most well liked among the Citadel. Gladiolus tried not to take it personally; no one liked war, not even the gods. They lost worshippers, saw the cities and temples built in their honor ransacked and toppled, and had to listen to frantic prayers, knowing all too well there wasn’t much they could do. And yet war was needed. It shaped the world, encouraged growth and innovation, among other things.

It was terrible and miserable and brought only unhappiness. No one liked war and so they liked those who brought war, who oversaw it carefully and guided its path, who nudged some to victory and showed only the path to defeat to others, even less. Worse, where War went Death inevitably followed and even the Gods feared Death, their king, their strongest and only true immortal among them. At the end if all things there might not be Love or Knowledge or War, but there would always be death.

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The night at the bar.

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

Originally posted by qveenofmoons

Pairing - Dean X Reader

Characters - Dean, Sam, Ellen, unanmed Dad and Unanmed Vamp, mentions of Jo.
Word Count - 2203
Warnings - Violence, drinking, minor character death.
Summary - A normal night working the night shift ends in something completely supernatural. 
A/N - Written for @ellen-reincarnated1967‘s back in the game writing challenge. Prompt is below in bold. 

The bar was quiet tonight as you started your shift, the regular customers were slowly filtering in and taking their usual seats. Wiping the bar down you approached the two men sat at the bar their beers almost empty.

“Can I get you guys another?”

“Sure can sweetheart.” The shorter of the two gave you a wink as you grabbed two new beers and placed them before them. “Thank you.” He smiled as he drank the rest of his beer.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled back, he was beautiful, his green eyes followed your every move. Guys who look like him only wanted one thing from a girl like you. Focusing back on your work you pushed him from your mind, cleaning and serving the few customers you had made the hours drag by. As it approached midnight there had only been a few new customers since you started your shift, the two beautiful mystery men were still sat at the bar drinking whiskey which they’d moved onto 2 hours ago.

“Closing in 20 minutes guys.” You announced as you tapped the bar before them.

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anonymous asked:

those baby on board drabbles were so cute! could you write something similar for genji and hanzo? (if you can only do one hanzo would be neat!)

My feelings got severely wounded in the middle of the night by @overwritings’s recent ask where Hanzo’s S/O can’t have a baby despite wanting one. So absolutely, I’mma write this shit in retaliation. /shakes fist. (Who the fuck am I kidding, I love angst. Go check out that ask. It hurts very good.)

Baby on Board pt. 2 (Drabbles)


When Genji was younger and still picking up women, he had recurring dreams that haunted him at night. The words, “Genji, I’m pregnant with your child,” was something he always dreaded hearing. That led to him taking more precautions than a simple fling should warrant, but one could never be too careful with these things. 

So when he hears those words from your mouth, the teenage fear he thought he’d never have to face again resurfaces with a vengeance, and he’s glad for his cybernetic enhancements because otherwise he might just faint on the spot.

Voice weak, he asks, “You are sure?”

The pregnancy test you present to him, a shy smile lighting your face, squashes all doubts in his mind. He looks the test over, then you, not yet showing any signs of the announced pregnancy, but slowly adopting that glow that only an expectant mother can have. And he finds himself falling all over again. He can do this. With you, he can do anything–not fear anything. With this realization, he drops the test. 

The next second, you’re hauled off your feet and into Genji’s arms, blitzing down the hall, your surprised shrieks and Genji’s yelling filling them. “し、師匠!兄者!子どもが、子供ができたんだ!”

You don’t have to understand his words to know that Genji is beside himself with joy.


“Were it that I could give you the world, do not think I would hesitate to do so.” 

“You already did, Hanzo, you are my world,” you say cheekily from down below the ladder. Even though Hanzo insists that he can scale these walls and stick glow-in-the-dark stars onto the ceiling without trouble, you force him to use a ladder (which he calls ‘cheating’). 

Hanzo’s entire face flushes all the way down past his neck (and you swear you can see it spread to his chest from underneath his white t-shirt). He huffs, acting all indignant at your blatant flirting, but you can see that he is pleased when he jumps down to stick a decal star to your face, a small smile on his face. You feign irritation, but all that is lost when he curls one around around your shoulders, and bumps his nose against yours, his other hand on your barely swollen belly. 

“And you both are my world.” 

“Three,” you say matter-of-factly. You laugh loudly, taking great satisfaction when he jerks away, dumbfounded and mouth wide open. Yes, this man is your world, all right. You laugh harder, wrapping your arms around his shell-shocked shoulders which he numbly returns. 


You’re suddenly pulled into a smothering hug, and you don’t mind that one bit if only to hear him laugh so breathlessly like he can’t believe that even a man like him deserves happiness, too. 

As It Seems: Chapter 14

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Según Parece: Lista De Contenidos

Summary: You and Dean sneak away for some of that alone time he’s been wanting, and Crowley makes another reappearance

Word Count: 3180

Warnings: Implied Smut

A/N: I’m sooo sorry it’s been forever since I’ve updated this! I’ve been so incredibly busy and I don’t see my life slowing down any time soon. On the plus side, I just moved into a new apartment that is 40 minutes closer to my work and school, so hopefully I’ll have more time and energy to do everything. As soon as I catch up on my school work (ha!) I promise that I’ll sit down and actually write the last few parts of this series (It’s all planned out! I just need the time and motivation to write)

Beta’d by: @kclaire1


~~Dean’s POV~~

“Well, if you and Alex want to leave everyone, why do I have to go too? I can still sleep on the couch.” Claire was standing in front of Jody with her arms crossed. Jody had adopted the I’m your mother and you will do as I say look, but I’d always felt oddly protective of the rebellious blonde teenager, so I strode over.

“What’s going on?”

Claire moved her glare from Jody to me. “Since Ash is here, there’s nowhere for him to sleep. And since Jody has a house in town, she decided that the three of us are going to go home tonight. But that just means that we’re going to miss out on all the good stuff! Miss all the action!”

Jody has a house in town. Empty. No one staying there right now. I was speaking before I even finished crafting my argument. “Y/N and I can go. Ash can bunk with Sam. You three can stay here.”

Claire’s look told me that I wasn’t fooling anyone with my altruistic motives for sleeping in town, but she wasn’t about to argue with something that could keep her at Bobby’s. “Good. We’re all set.”

“Young lady!” Jody called weakly after Claire when she started walking away. Then she turned her motherly look on me and managed to drag my name out into two syllables. “Dean.”


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Pennywise The Dancing Clown x Reader: Summer Days Part 2

A/N: The reader is slowly adapting to their strange and rapid pregnancy while dreaming about a strange clown. 

Warning(s): Small mentions of blood craving.

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You were at the Neibolt house at nighttime. You don’t know why you were there. You just walked upstairs and through several doors. Once you were inside, the front door was locked from the outside. You felt your feet aching and your  heart racing as you walked upstairs. You went into a room, filled with…porcelain dolls? You walked into the dark room.

Which was probably not a great idea. You looked at the coffin in front of you and opened its lid. It was empty but you could still feel a presence in the room. You felt a pair of eyes in the back of your head and you could feel a pair of arms snake around your body. 

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Dino + 10 <3

10. First time owning a puppy together

It all had started when Chan’s best friend got a puppy and the two of you had visited them. You had played with it, and the puppy had been so adorable that you had, half-jokingly, said, “We should get one, too.”

What you hadn’t seen coming had been Chan’s answer: his voice had been soft as his arm had slowly found its way around your shoulders.

“We totally should, one day.”

The plan of getting a puppy when you would be ready for it had never been forgotten, which was exactly why you went to visit a nearby shelter when you were, at last, ready, a few years later.

Your lives were fairly stable, you lived together and had enough income to support yourselves and a pet: you wouldn’t be able to live too grandly, but neither of you minded it that much.

“So, what are you two looking for?” the worker at the shelter asked you brightly as you began walking there, curiously looking around at all the dogs, some older and some younger, in varying conditions.

“Ah, we’re actually not sure yet,” Chan laughed and squeezed your hand in his your fingers interlaced, “I think we’ll know when we–”

“I’ve found it,” you said suddenly, causing your boyfriend you blink in surprise, and pulled him to the side, where a mixed puppy was sleeping. You crouched down next to its cage, and he joined you. “Isn’t it cute?”

“It is,” Chan said softly, and moved his gaze to the shelter worker. “What can you tell us about it?”

They smiled in a friendly way and nodded. “It’s actually one of the puppies one of the other dogs had a few months ago. The mother and most of its siblings are now adopted, but this one is still looking for a home.”

Chan looked at you curiously, and you moved your gaze from the puppy to him, and from your expression alone he could easily conclude that your heart had made its decision. He gave you a peck on your cheek, and you turned to the worker while grinning widely. “If it’s, you know, healthy and all, we’d love to give it a home.”

Much to your luck it was healthy, and after some paperwork and it having woken up, you were able to spend some time with the puppy before leaving with it. It seemed to like both of you immediately, and settled down in your apartment fairly easily, although you knew you had a long way to go when it peed in your favorite shoes on the first night.

“We’ve got a puppy,” you sighed happily that evening, when you were sitting on your couch with the puppy in your lap. Chan hummed happily and leaned his head against yours while petting the puppy slowly.

“It’s so cute,” he said with his smile audible in his voice, and chuckled quietly. “What should we name it?”

“I have no idea,” you giggled with a shake of your head, smiling fondly when the puppy begged for more petting from Chan. “It’ll come to us soon, don’t you think?”

Chan agreed.

You loved raising a puppy together, and it fit well with your daily routines. At times you’d walk it together, and at times you’d divide the walks between each other. You did have to do some adjustments to your apartment, however, just for the sake of your shoes and some furniture, but you were glad to see that the puppy seemed to specifically enjoy eating the former.

After all, if you had had to buy a new piece of furniture as often as you did new shoes (before you decided to hide them), you would’ve been broke in no time.

Nearly every day was full of learning, but after some months, you could look at the dog happily and agree that you had succeeded just fine with it. It obeyed you well, behaved well, and brought the two of you a whole lot of joy.

A year or so later the dog had finally showed just how big it would get, and you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard Chan screech from the living room.

“Y/N, help, it’s trying to kill me!”

You looked at the living room, where the dog had squished Chan underneath itself and was still trying to play with him excitedly. 

Shaking your head, you laughed.

You weren’t always sure which one of them was the puppy.

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satan-is-a-fangirl  asked:

I remember Kaden saying that he wouldn't want to bring Eleana over to Moriel's house, because she is rather...loud in bed, so shouldn't Feyre have heard something when going to her room? These are the things yo nasty lil readers pay attention to. 😏

You know I could give you a straight answer, or I could just give you this. 


She stared at her mate as he stood awkwardly in the dining room. This was a place he had never felt totally welcome – as is to be expected when he was so rarely there. She had to beg him just to come from Velaris to see her, to help her, and he eventually did. That was the thing about her mate, he always did eventually.

“So, what is it you needed exactly?” He pulled a small gold watch from his breast pocket and checked the time, the disk seeming miniscule in his long fingers.

“I need your help with the boys. They’re older now, more rambunctious.”

He set his watch back in his pocket and gave her a surprisingly gentle smile. “I’m sure you can handle them.”

“There are some things a mother cannot do – they are young men, and what they need is a father figure.”

“You can adopt as many bastards as you please, but my only concern is Rhysand.”

She glared at him slightly, only making his gentle smile turn into a devilish smirk. He knew exactly what problem she was having, but he was going to make her say it aloud anyway. She was not ashamed, of course, but it was still rather irksome to talk about such a manner with the High Lord. Even if he was also her mate. She loved him, she truly did, and he loved her. But that love was best given and received in small doses.

“Then you will have no problem helping me with what I need.” She turned her back to him and sauntered up the stairs of her home, knowing the male would follow her. She heard the quite clacks of his polished shoes as he stepped behind her, a surprisingly satisfying sound as it echoed through the halls.

She loved this house, but the acoustics were a problem.

“I need you to use your magic to make the rooms like the ones at that cabin of yours. Not the relentless amount of pampering, but the soundproofing.”

The High Lord burst into laughter, and she didn’t need to turn to know he was bent over with his hands resting on his thighs, his dark hair hanging over his forehead and a slight redness gracing his usually emotionless face. She knew him far too well to be surprised by his reaction.

“Ha! You call me all the way here just so you no longer have to hear your boys having se-”

“Oh shush!” She turned to him and narrowed her eyes. She put her hand on the door and pushed it open, all the while fisting her mate’s pristine jacket and dragging him into the room. “I am living with three male Illyrians going through puberty and discovering their sexualities – one of which is your child! I want them to be able to do it in their home and not in some ditch somewhere or on some cliff face. I want them to be safe, but I sure as hell don’t want to listen to it either. They all think they’re so sly when they sneak girls in, but I just get out of here the moment I realise what’s going on.”

He was still slightly shaking with laughter when she let him go. He immediately fixed his jacket and stood up straight, a trait he shared with their Rhysand. Both shared the sentiment that if you were going to bother dressing then you were going to do it well. Looks held power in the world of fae. Ludicrous, really.

“If you wish it, it shall be done.” He waved his hand and darkness spread from his fingertips, coating the walls and dipping into the crevices and marks in the wood. Today, her mate’s darkness was warm. When he killed his enemies, it was colder than the snowfall at the Steppes.

It spread from room to room, his magic coating everything like icing on a cake, and within a few minutes it was done.

“There,” he sighed, as if his whole visit had been nothing but a waste of time. “There are exceptions, of course. If you want to hear you’ll be able to, but, as is the case with you, if you want silence then that’s what you’ll have.”

“Thank you.”

Without another word or a goodbye, he tried to leave, his form turning sheer as he disappeared into nothing.

“Wait,” she said. He came back and raised an eyebrow. “Stay,” she whispered. “Have dinner with the boys and I. Cassian is so funny, and Azriel’s sass would definitely be something you appreciate. And Rhys… he has my favourite parts of you, and so much more.”

For a second, the High Lord actually looked like he was considering the offer. He raised his hand to her face, his thumb lightly running over bottom lip. His gaze was transfixed on her face, then on her body, and he lowered his hand. He leaned forward, his handsome face an inch from her own. She raised her head the same time he dipped his, and held back from scrunching her hands in his prissy jacket and she kissed him. It was sudden, as all their interactions seemed to be from the day they’d met, but it also held a passion she had yet to find anywhere else. He pulled back, but only far enough so he could bite the bottom of her ear and then whisper.

“Your bastards are none of my concern, darling.”

And then he left, just like that.

Sometimes, when she was feeling lonely, she would think of her powerful mate who had saved her from a flightless existence. Her mate, who if had not been raised by a monster might not be one himself.