if this was even bred idk

Birth and Bloodletting: A Feysand Pregnancy

This insult had gone on long enough. Kier would not allow this to go on. It was one thing to let a halfbreed be his High Lord. It was one thing to let a former human be his high lady, but  these…children, these abominations that would grow and one day rule over his home, they needed to be taken care of before they grew into their power, they needed to be taken care of before they were born.

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Her mate knelt to his knees, his lips brushing her stomach before kissing her, “I’ll be back, Feyre, darling. I promise, just a quick visit and then I’ll come back to you and Bartholomew and Biela. I’ve been gone for too long, they’ll start to think they are brazen enough to stage some kind of rebellion.”

She knew that, she knew that her people were growing restless and reckless. But that didn’t stop her from wanting Rhys by her side, not when she was due to give birth in less than a month. She wiped the tear from her eye, “Damned hormones.” She paused at the familiar name. “Biela? As in your sister?”

“Yes.”

She tilted her head in thought. The sister that was taken so savagely from her mate and his family so long ago. The fierce female that she, herself, had grieved despite not knowing her. “It’s beautiful. What about Bartholomew? Why that name?”

He shrugged, “I just like it.”

She snorted, “You just like the nickname we both know you would give him.”

Rhys’s lips curled up into a smirk, his starry eyes alit with anticipation. “That may be a factor.”

“Lucky for you, that name is beautiful. Our poor son is going to be teased so much.”

He squeezed her hand, “But he will be feared and strong and cunning. Most important, he will be loved. They both will be.”

Feyre kissed him, “Take Cassian and Azriel with you. I will stay with Mor and Amren. Me and the babies will be safe.”

“I’ll take Cassian but I’m not taking Azriel. Mor is so close to giving birth, I don’t want to separate him from her, not if I don’t have to.” Mor was only a few months behind her, the pregnancy has been a bit difficult for her. Her nightmares making it hard for her to relax. “I’ll take Blake and have Nate sit with you and the others. He’ll bring Bay and Az wont feel so outnumbered.”

Of all her nephews and nieces, Nate was the one she was closest to. He shared her passion for art. His talent was true and good. Many years of perfecting his craft, Nate was magnificent in his ability to create.

“Be careful, Rhys.” She wiped away the tear on her face, these damned hormones were getting on her nerves. “I already lost Nesta and my nephew. I can’t lose my mate too.”

“You won’t,” he swore. “I promise. You will still feel me through the bond. You won’t lose me, not anytime soon.” Why did it feel like those words were a direct challenge to the Mother?

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Cassian lowered to his hanches, only for Aysel’s hands to rest on his face. He took one and kissed her palm. “Be a good girl for Aunty Amren. Daddy will be back sooner than you know.”

His daughter’s lip wobbled, a sure sign he was going to get a cry sounding through his head. “Don’t cry, Baby Girl. Bay will be here too.”

Her face lit up at her brother’s name. Her arms reached up, ready for him to pick her up. Pulling her up to his hip, Cassian whispered his last goodbye before handing her to Amren. “Take care of my daughter.”

She sniffed, “No one is getting their hands on the Princess.’

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Azriel surveyed his sons, Blake just came from the cabin. His shadows told him that he was there with Aurora and that Nate almost got his head bit off for retrieving him. “I would go but I need to stay with your mother and the High Lady.”

Blake’s face was smooth, the only lie to his irritation was the darkness of his son’s shadows slithering around him. “Yes sir.”

“Protect Rhys. There is something brewing in the Hewn City. I just haven’t been able to pinpoint what exactly. Protect him and protect yourself.”

“Yes sir.”

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Keir turned to the others, “This will work. In order to end this insult, the High Lord needs dealt with first. He needs to be taken out of the equation. Lucky for us, we have had a benefactor who has taught us a few things about weakening his magic.” Keir’s lips stretched into a beautifully terrible smile. “Then we take out the Illyrians. They may be great, but our numbers even the odds. The whore won’t be able to help herself. She’s feel that bond go quiet and she’ll make her way to us. When she comes, I’ll cut those abominations from her stomach myself. This insult will not stand.”

The cavern of males and females of the purest blood grinned at him, thier smiles ready for the bloodletting that will finally come. Ridding their court of the half bred High Lord, the whore of a High Lady and those abominations in her womb.

It was his turn to rule.

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Here’s part one, IDK how many parts there will be, I’ve been daydreaming this fic for…awhile. Please leave a comment! XO

shartbreaker  asked:

I follow a clown rescue blog and a few clowns were surrendered because they were being backyard bred to have really round shiny noses you know? But due to the inbreeding, they were born without eyes. Clown DNA can get really fragile especially in fancy breeds so no one should mess around with that. IDK just made me sad the clowns are OK for now though!

this is devastating? the cruelty of people astounds me sometimes… everyone knows you should always get your clowns from a reputable breeder and you should definitely try and see at least one of the parents. even better than this is going to a rescue shelter though! there are plenty of clowns in need of forever homes, and they’re just as wonderful as any pedigree clown.

I’m glad the clowns are safe! I hope they find nice loving homes. there are plenty of games and activities for clowns without sight, and I hope their new owner enjoys finding out their favourite activities with them!

I’m so tired. I’ve been trying to sell my old gen one for months now and I don’t get why she isn’t selling. She has a matching color scheme of different blues and she’s fully gened with glimmer. But she. Won’t. Sell. I’m not even asking for a ridiculous amount despite all the money I’ve dumped into her. Is 950g really that much for her?? Regardless idk what else to do besides bump the thread and pray since I’ve already pinged the gen one hoarders. Would an auction work better? I want her gone at this point. 

That does seem a little pricey, unless she’s a double or triple. Has she been bred? That makes it hard too.

I know it’s frustrating, but selling gened gen ones is really hard: most people aren’t willing to pay more just because you invested money into it. What if I want to give that dragon Stained or Opal? It would save me money to buy a cheaper ungened dragon.

so, i’m pretty down right now.

i’ve almost definitely lost my copy of pokemon sun for good. operations was in here and he said he’d call nutrition and laundry to see if they’d seen it but because he hadn’t heard from them already it was highly unlikely they (still) had the game. 

this is the second thing i’ve lost at the hospital. the last thing was bear-bear and it’s like. i don’t care??? about the GAME??? but my shiny collection was on there. my first IV bred shiny (rockruff) was on there. my shiny mesprit, which was given to me by one of my very first students YEARS ago was in there. 

and i don’t even know how this happened. it was IN the console. if anyone were gonna steal anything it would’ve been that, cause it was the special pokemon edition. so how????

anyway idk i just… i’m really sad i’m trying not to cry right now cause all my good breedables, my 6v japanese ditto, YEARS of collecting good pokemon to work with is just GONE. and i feel like a fucking idiot for even bringing it.

cupofteaforthedyingpatient  asked:

the everyones a little bit irish thing on st pats day always annoyed me mostly because the people who would even try to claim celtic ancestry would know who st pats was and most of those people dont. but who in the hell missed the like thousand posts and parts of your bio that say your actually from scotland :P

largely it’s just amusing. It happens every so often when people see the “Scottish lass living in America” and stop reading. And while I’ve never yet had a fellow northern European comment on it beyond “hey what’s it like over there?”, I’ve had a million and one “oh hey me too!” messages from Americans, when what they actually mean is “my great great great great great great” *four hours later* “great grandma’s grandma was Scottish!”

Or they do the opposite which is “smh trying to claim heritage to make up for being white bland ass mayo American.” (always from other white people, btw, like what kind of self-distancing tactic is that)

And I’m normally just very happy to be like “oh no, you misread, I am full on born and bred Scottish, here look at these posts and pictures” and 9/10 people  go “my bad!” then ask some interesting questions. But every so often, like this morning, I get some jerk trying to claim that since I moved to America, I am no longer Scottish and need to start calling myself American and I’m like, child, fam, listen to me, even if I wanted to, I literally cannot by law. And even once I have US citizenship, my card will still read “Scottish-American” so idk what to tell you…