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marymary-diva17 · 4 months

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new addition to the family (2)

Jake x tonowair x reader x neytiri x ronal

Children were something wonderful and blessing by the great mother, and now she has given you that blessing. You had already been blessed with seven children and it seems like your family was not done growing. As now there was a new blessing that was coming for the family and their clan. The blessing of new life in the family that will bring hope and happiness to everyone.

Y/n " ......." you are resting at home after a hard and tiresome labor that had taken place today, as you had welcome your children in the world. Yes children you had give birth to twins boys and right away they had become the pride and joy of the family.

neytiri " ma y/n you need to eat something to get back your strength and energy"

y/n " sure"

ronal " here we made you some soup with fruit they will be good for you, now get some and we will attend to the children" you had nodded your head, as you were given some food as your mate are taking care of the twins.

neytiri " they are so adorable"

ronal " they most get it from their mama as there might not be that, much they have gain from their fathers" the two women laugh as you smile a bit while eating your fruit.

????? " mama" all three women had soon looked up and saw the kids standing there, they had come back to the home after getting some stuff for their new siblings.

y/n " hello my children welcome back home"

kiri " hey mama we brought back from gifts that we had made for them, along with some other supplies as well"

neytiri " that is wonderful of you kids come over here" the kids soon nodded placing the gifts and supplies down, as they soon look at their sleeping siblings.

tsireya " they are so cute mama"

ronal " yes they are I remember when you all were their sizes"

rotxo " dad said they are twins is that true"

y/n " yes that is true honey"

rotxo " wow that amazing"

lo'ak " one of them has eyebrows and five fingers as well"

y/n " yes it seems like he will be like your kids and your dad"

kiri " that amazing"

tuk " mama can I hold one of them please"

y/n " sure honey"

ronal " okay sweetie hold out your arms and remember to support his head"

tuk " yes mommy" ronal soon placed on of the twins in tuk arm and right away her face, light up with happiness she was so happy to hold her baby brother.

tuk " aww he so cute I don't care if you are baby brother I love you"

y/n " he seems to like you as well tuk tuk"

aonung " can I hold the other baby please" you had nodded your head as neytiri had passed the other twins to aonung, the kids were now looking at their new baby siblings.

rotxo " dad and baba will be home soon they had went out hunting to get a good hunt to celebrate, the arrival of the twins"

ronal " that wonderful we will have many celebrations on the kids arrivals, as they are the sons of oloeythans and new addiction to the clan"

aonung " hey little brother I'm your big brother aonung I will be here to protect you"

neteyam " you will not be the only one keeping him safe we are here as well"

lo'ak " we have to make sure they have some fun as well, they can't always be safe and living by rules"

neytiri " lo'ak"

lo'ak " what I'm telling the truth mom"

neytiri " what I'm going to do with you oh please great mother make the twins the less crazy children"

y/n " ma neytiri that never going to happen our children will always be like this no matter what happens and I love it" neytiri soon smile and laugh as she soon sat near the kids, looking at the twins. All the parents had added something new to symbolize the brith of the twins.

Jake " we are home we caught big fish for the family to eat"

neytiri " good it will be good to have our y/n will need it after the long labors today"

y/n " you all don't have to be like this I"m good"

ronal " we are going to be like this because you were like this for me and neytiri, and took care of us and took care of our husbands when they were hurt or sick" you soon nodded your heads as there was no way you will win this fight.

tonowari " i will like to hold one of the twins I will like to see my sons"

aonung " here baba"

tonowari " Look at you wow you are going to be a might warrior one day, you have a tight grip my son"

Jake " tuk honey can I hold your baby brother"

tuk " okay daddy" tuk soon passed her baby brother to Jake who soon took the boy, and was now smiling down at his son.

Jake " hello there little man well it look like we have another kid that inherited eyebrows and five fingers, wow you have a tight gip now I have a feeling you are going to be like your brother a handful"

lo'ak " that better then being like you sir" lo'ak had scoffed soon making his siblings laugh as well, Jake soon tapped the boy on his head.

lo'ak " hey mama"

y/n " Jake if you drop my son I will fight you"

Jake " same type of threat but different now these days yes my love, I will be careful"

tonowari " so ma y/n have you come up with names yet for our twins"

y/n " yes I have some names chosen that will be perfect for them"

neytiri " well tell us" you had told everyone of the names that your had chosen for the twins, and everyone seem to love the names right away. Soon dinner was served to the family as everyone celebrated the day of the twins birth and welcoming them into the big and funny family.

Days later

Tonowari " Kxai"

clan " Kxai"

Jake " Kutxe"

clan " Kutxe" the two father held a twin into the air so during the twin naming ceremony, as the clan and family welcome the twins. You were watching smiling brightly as neytiri and ronal held you close.

spider " you picked wonderful names auntie"

y/n " thank you kiddo" the kids were playing with the twins as the adults watched.

ronal " today is a wonderful day"

y/n " I can't wait to see what the future will have inshore for us for us my loves"

Jake " well no matter what happens will stand together as a family, as this our fortress and we will do anything to protect it" you soon smile at your mates today mark a new journey for the family and you knew life will never be the same for you and everyone else.

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drakoneve · 1 year

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Complete

request: Could you do one of Viserys I Targaryen?

pairing: viserys i targaryen x fem!reader

word count: 700+

warning: mentions of pregnancy, childbirth, & miscarriages (the latter is briefly mentioned, nothing graphic regarding infant loss or childbirth is described)

A/N: for this fic viserys and aemma never married. mostly because i believe viserys deserves some form of peace😭

Sleep evaded you on the eve of the tournament celebrating the upcoming birth of your unborn child. The future prince or princess of the realm. The sun had now risen over King’s Landing, and as the day wore on your body began to contract and ache in pains you recognized as labor pains.

You couldn’t stop from gently stroking your swollen belly, as if to calm your nerves and ease your pain. In a final attempt for sleep, and seeking peace, you close your eyes as you breathe deep and relax into This wasn’t your first baby, no, but you couldn’t help the worry that’s plagued you these past nine months.

Your firstborn, your sweet Realm’s Delight, Princess Rhaenyra, is the only child to have survived past brith. Five pregnancies that resulted in one living child and four babes lost in the womb. For a long time after your last miscarriage you refused to lay with your husband, King Viserys. He understood your reasoning as the loss of yet another babe took a toll on him as it did you.

When you first had the inklings that you were with child once again you summoned the maester, who only confirmed your suspicions. Viserys was delighted by the news of course, as he always was, but he also feared greatly for your safety. Over the course of your marriage and throughout the trials of the past Viserys stuck by your side and made sure you were as comfortable as possible.

He called the finest maesters the Citadel had to offer to aid in ensuring both you and your babe survive this pregnancy. You tried to assure him such measures were truly unnecessary, to which he cupped your face and replied “You are my queen, my love, the mother of my children. I would do everything in my power to keep you safe.” Your king seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear, even if you yourself did not.

The wide doors of your chambers swung open, disturbing the last hope of any tranquility. You sit up on your elbows to greet whoever’s entering.

Rhaenyra’s silky silver hair is whipped in whirls you recognized as results of dragon riding. She’s no longer in her delicately scaled riding uniform but you have no doubt your daughter had just been in the skies on Syrax.

“Mother,” Rhaenyra greeted you softly, concern quickly lacing her features. “Father old me your labors had begun.” She crawled into bed with you despite the off looks from some of the midwives. Merely a girl of four and ten, Rhaenyra had yet to take a husband and bear children, so she had no such experience on the birthing bed and thus no idea how to comfort you.

She laid on your left side, head on your shoulder as she wrapped both arms around yours and intertwined your fingers with hers. “You musn’t stay for long, little dragon,” you advised. “I need you to find your father and bring him to me. I have a feeling it won’t be long now.” You kissed the side of her head.

As the gods would have it, you hardly managed to keep from pushing before Viserys arrived to your chambers. Viserys joined your bed side immediately, holding your hand tight and reassuring you with sweet whispers of his love and adoration. Rhaenyra, despite both your and Viserys’ advise to leave the room, refused to leave your side again. Instead she took to your left and held your hand as Viserys held your right.

Not but ten minutes later your son, Prince Baelon Targaryen was born. With silver hair and lavender eyes Baelon was every bit Targaryen as his father and sister, and you couldn’t possibly love him more.

Viserys sat beside you staring in awe at the healthy pink baby laid upon your chest. “He’s beautiful, my love. I am so proud of you.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you brought your left hand up to stroke the silkiness of your newborn’s thin layer of hair, holding Viserys’ hand firmly with your right.

“I love you,” you whisper as to not wake your newborn babe. “I love our little dragons, Viserys. You’ve blessed me with two beautiful children I could not love more. Thank you, husband. For everything you have done and continue to do for our family.”

Viserys smiles warmly at you before pressing his lips to yours in a short, yet sweet, kiss. He pulled away just enough to part your lips but kept your foreheads pressed together. “There’s nothing I would not do for you or our little ones, my queen.”

You hummed in response, tiredness overtaking your body. You let your eyes flutter closed, content in the presence of your now complete family.

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pastelracha · 2 years

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skz and labour

☾ Title : skz and labour

☾ Pairing: skz x fem!reader

☾ Genre: fluff, established relationship, giving birth.

☾ Prompt: how would skz react to you in labour.

☾ A/N: request : I know you have already written scenarios about SKZ finding out they’re having children but can you write birth scenarios along with how skz would be like as fathers?(I know I didn’t really write skz as fathers but I'll do it in future and I felt like concentrated on the labour) hope you’ll like it :))

☾ Word Count: 1.4K

☾REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED AND FEED BACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME

masterlist | ask or request (off)

BANG CHAN

During the birth of your first child he would be way more panicked than you, holding your bag, his and your phone, screaming on Minho on the phone telling him to tell the rest of the group you’re in labour. He is used to have everything in control, but now he doesn’t have any control on the situation so STRESS !!!

He was holding your hand, eyes full of tears, telling himself “I gonna be a dad, I’m gonna have a baby, breathe Chris’’ and seeing you in pain is his biggest no on the earth, he just wanted to take your pain. But he also can’t wait to meet his small one. Chan was supporting you the whole labour, telling you how good you were, breathing just like you, wiping your hair off your forehead, but when they asked him to cut the umbilical cord his stress just skyrocketed.

But a few hours later here he is holding his daughter on his chest hiding her under the cotton of his hoodie. “She is the most beautiful in the world’’ he told you trying to hold his tears once again.

LEE MINHO

Minho being an only child, never really thought of child brith, but here we are. He tried to look the most normal in the labour room, sitting next to you as you were pushing the baby. A little too normal for a first time dad.

But inside the poor dude couldn’t wait for it to be over and have his kid with you, cause seeing you this way he was too much for him. And he couldn’t wait for Soonie, Dori and Doongie to meet their sibling.

Cutting the umbilical cord wasn’t a big deal from him outside but inside he was so scared to fuck it up, and somehow hurt his precious mini him. Once the nurse put the your baby on your chest, he felt all his stress and anxiety going away looking at his precious angel laying skin on skin with you. He sherd a few tears looking at the baby you two created. “You’re as gorgeous as your dad’’ you whispered to your child.

SEO CHANGBIN

Another chaotic dad to be as arrived, even more knowing it’s twins not one but two babies. Running around the hospital as a headless chicken, telling people “my wife is in labour !!’’ (Someone protect his pure soul). Hours later he is still walking around like a headless chicken as you were having a c-section, his sister trying to keep him down a bit as it was really late at night, but he was not having any of it, he wanted to see you and your children.

“Mister Seo ?’’ He never walked so fast in his life to go in your room and meet his babies, and he started crying when he saw them sleeping, here they were, his children, his precious babies. The love of his life, the 3 of you. He was so scared to touch any of them, too scared to break them as they look somehow made of fine china. His hand a hovering the head of his boy looking at him and smiling.

HWANG HYUNJIN

The drama dad is here, thinking he is ready but dad Hyunjin is not near ready as you are. But got real stress as 2 days ago it was the due date but still no baby, even if you and the doctor told him it happen a lot with first born child. So you did a few tests and get ready for the hospital and decided to get your labour induced.

Hyunjin didn’t sleep the whole night staying up with you, caressing your tummy, giving you water, being sure you were comfortable enough, and checking every time someone came into the room, and when everything was ready he supported you during the full process of labour.

Fully concentrated on you and once he heard the cries of his baby the world stopped to him, after nine months his son was here with you.

He couldn’t stop watching his son, how perfect and beautiful he was, the perfect mix between you two.

HAN JISUNG

Jisung was ready to welcome his future daughter, playing song his created for her in the hospital room, asking you if you needed anything at the moment still producing even more songs sitting next to you waiting on the big moment. But it’s been a long time since it started and still no baby.

He was bored of waiting for his daughter to arrived so producing and writing lyrics were on his plate, most of it being love song to his child.

And when finally it was time he was so excited, and listened to everything so carefully about how it was going to happened, asking questions and being sure you were comfortable. And knowing he couldn’t do anything next to you, he just follow you doing everything. Even in this state you were his gorgeous wife, and the most beautiful person he ever saw, up until he saw his daughter.

He swore he never seeing anyone this beautiful as his baby girl, her small nose, eyes closed and wearing her quokka pajama, with next to her a han quokka. Jisung instantly fell in love with his tiny human.

LEE FELIX

Felix finish counting the days until his boy came, he was emotional all day, crying as you cried cause labour was hitting you hard, he was tired as you were, but he also was ecstatic all day long, he was finally gonna meet his child for the first time.

He texted the rest of the group member as soon as you arrived to the hospital and how excited he was. He made you listen to amsr until you decided it was too much and asked for really music to delivered your child “lee Felix I swear to god if amsr continue your in the good place’’. And he knew that a mad pregnant woman wasn’t good but a pregnant lady in labour would be x1000 worst.

So your baby came into this world on surfin’ and on his dad part which created the biggest emotion in Felix’s heart.

Tears streamed down his face as he held his child for the first time, caressing his back, and kissing his baby’s head, whispering his in ear how much he love him already.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin would be ready his last minute future dad book when you told him it was time. He felt like his whole world was put on hold. Hi slide was about to change for good and he was about to welcome a new person in the world, but he was ready and had read over 30+ books about being a dad. So he was ready ! He knew everything about labour, he took the bag and drove you guys to the hospital as if it was nothing.

And how amazed he was when he heard you were a fast one, it’s only been around one hour and you were ready to give birth to your baby. Seungmin fell in love the moment he cut the umbilical cord as he saw his boy crying in the nurse arms he felt the need to hold him and told him everything will be alright with you and himself. He caress his baby head with a wet cloth as he help the nurse to clean his child, looking so amazed by the tiny baby he help to created.

YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin didn’t seems to be a part of the world anymore when he heard the doctor saying you needed a c-section cause your hips weren’t big enough to let the baby go through, he didn’t understood a word coming out of this doctor mouth and was the most anxious man waiting or you in the room, knowing you were delivering his kid alone with an army of medics. And he waited for hours until he herd your bed coming back into the room, half asleep just like him, he instantly fully woke up when you saw your baby following into the room. He saw his son covered in a beanie looking like a baby dumpling, an adorable baby dumpling. Peacefully sleeping, and suddenly everything made sense into Jeongin’s life, he was here to raise and protect this beautiful baby, and to love the mother of his child. He suddenly felt so happy.

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ladylooch · 10 months

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At some point is Lexi insecure about Nico not having a boy son and always having fun with T's boys? Like an intrusive thought of "I couldn't give that to him"?

The way I read this and immediately put myself into it 🤣 by saying fuck no, she'd blame it on him. That's his component.

But Lexi wouldn't react like me. She's more stable.

Yes, intrusive thoughts come for our girl at times. Nico is such a sweet girl dad and she loves it, but she worries that Nico is a bit disappointed or feels like he is missing out on something. So she suggests one more.

Nico blows out a heavy sigh, looking down at one year old Sophie, sleeping against his legs.

"Babe, I think I'm done. Three feels like too much sometimes, especially when I'm on the road. Four would be..." He can't even finish the sentence without giving an ick-ed out face.

"Okay.. I just.." She shakes her head, going back to typing out the grocery list.

"Do you want another one? Because if you do, we can have a serious discussion about it. Like, I.. you seemed pretty done being pregnant when you were giving brith to Soph." He pats her dark hair lovingly.

"Every woman is done being pregnant at that point." She laughs. "Her head was crowning. It was intense." Nico shrugs. "I am content with our family. I had some thoughts today seeing you with the Meier boys that maybe you wished you had one"

"No. I love my girls. I like being outnumbered by beautiful women."

"Your last name ends with you though. Does that bother you?"

"No. I have cousins. Plus, I could see Lu keeping her name and passing it on."

Lexi thinks of that and nods in agreement.

"Yeah, that's our strong, independent girl."

#What My World Spins Around AU

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 7 months

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A random ask for mi wifey👀✨

For chrysta and the boys how did they know they were ready to have kids? Who wanted to have kids in the first place? Was it planned and talked about? And how was chrysta during each of her pregnancy’s? ((Moods,cravings,etc)) who did she tend to cling onto more???

Bonus: was there a lullaby/song that she sang her babies to sleep???🥺

GUYS.... I NEED A MINUTE MJ IS LETTING ME INFODUMP I- ✋️✋️✋️😔😔😔 OUUUGHHH

OK ILL TRY NOT TO RAMBLE TOO LONG I PROMMI ILY 🙏🙏🙏 💙🩷💙🩷💙🩷💙🩷

SO, Let's see where we should start first... >:]

The idea of kids between the boys was one that actually wasn't mentioned a lot... And if it was, it would probably be dropped after a minute or two of the conversation. One of the biggest concerns with it all was the fact Chrysta was still human at this point, (Fun fact, she was human for both Anastasia AND Jennifers births, she turned after some issues with Jenny's brith that the guys just couldnt risk again) and she wasn't really prepared to take the next step and enter through the Veil of immortality.

It wasn't like anything truly onsided! (Like Chrysta wanted kids, and the guys didn't, or vice versa.) Simply the life and hassle of chasing baby vampires around the Boardwalk just didn't seem like something in the cards for the coven.

Oh... But then there was that weird maternal smell starting to linger around the cave - almost similar to the one that'd hang around Star when she was left as Laddie's caretaker. And that murmur in Chrysta's heartbeat began to become way too distinct to be a murmur as the sound grew stronger... Especially to David.

While the other guys could smell and hear just enough to start panicking and getting a little nervous, it was 10× stronger for David, which made him catch on real quick that Chrysta was pregnant, and it was with his kid.

Now, the only problem they were trying to figure out before going into full panic mode was... Did she herself know?

Short answer? Yes. 🫣

After like- 2 months in of acting as though everything was all good and normal, the nights on the back of bikes was starting to become too risky and wreckless to take chances, and the smells adorning the boardwalk were too strong to just run straight to a restroom to throw up that evenings meal and excuse it with having to freshen up makeup in the bathroom.

She knew it was only a matter of a few more days till she broke the second the boys had come to her window late at night and saw Chrysta hurriedly shove a bunch of her old scrapbooks of her as a baby with her mom and any other childhood memories glued into the pages for whenever she got homesick in the summers.

David looked right her the second they were invited in and stated blunt and with no room for argument: "You're hiding something from me, aren't you Chrysta?"

Didn't take long for the poor thing to burst into tears, stating in between sobs that she was scared but she was prepared to take the next step and become a Mama, and she felt damn ready to leave Santa Carla and do it herself if she had to.

Dont worry David got her to calm down and reassured her she wasn't about to leave Santa Carla, and she was definitely not having and raising a kid (let alone a VAMPIRE) by herself. And she's got four daddy's to help her out. 🥺🥺🥺 She just cried harder after that LMAOOO

So then after sweet Annie was born, it wasn't long until the baby fever kicked in for the rest of the boys, and they started realizing they wanted a chubby, green-eyed bundle of fangs and giggles resembling themselves to give a little more lovin' to. 🫠💜💜💜 Chrysta had fight them off with a stake for a good while there BAHAHAHA

And how was each of her pregnancies?

About six months in Chrysta actually felt pretty good! It was just the normal pregnancy things you'd expect and nothing she was too worried about that she hadn't read about in the baby books... But those last two months were rough.

Given she was a human, it wasn't a surprise that her body had a hard time taking the energy it did to prepare herself for a baby vampire, so instead of taking just half the energy it would, it took ALL if her energy and health and pretty much left her super sick those last two months.

Her legs hurt, her ankles were sore, everything was too hot, her back and abdomen ached, and for some reason she really wanted to eat/craved raw meat. 😬😬

Of course things went pretty smooth during the birth, and Chrysta only took a few weeks to recover and get back to her old self! It wasn't until the second pregnancy that the scary stuff happened.

What Chrysta went through her last two months during Anastasia lasted the whole nine months with Jennifer. It left her in some nasty shape afyer the birth so much so that Max had to tell his boys if they planned to add any more to the little pack, Chrysta was gonna have to become a vampire.

It didn't take much convincing, Chrysta felt ready for it at that point, wanting to take that final step and spend an eternity with her mates and especially her kids.

So after becoming a creature of the night, Chrysta had normal and easy pregnancies+ births for Tiff, Kat and Chris! Still got the last two months sickies tho...

The cravings overall just extended to meat or anything with blood- even as a human if she pricked her finger with a needle or got a papercut she found herself sucking on her finger draining the cut a little too long for comfort. And if the boys decided their little Mama needed to be spoiled, she'd always request stake as rare cooked as it could get-like, this girl would beg for it, clapsed hands, puppy-dog-eyes and everything.

And who she clinged to the most during the nine months was probably whoever the dad was. Given a birthing bond was between them, whichever one of the boys baby Chrysta was having was gonna be watched over by the biological papa.

During the day (or a few of the nights when Chrysta was getting used to it still) the one singular boy would break off from sleeping in the rafters with the rest if the family and stay on level ground to watch over and protect Chrysta given the vulnerable state she's in- and she can't exactly sleep upside down in her condition.

... But it wasn't rare her go-to's for when she just felt clingy was probably Dwayne or David. Not that Paul or Marko weren't treating her less or anything! But sometimes she just needed to hug an arm or lean against a back to ease her sore one without any questions asked. 💜💜💜💜

EDIT: OML AND FIR THE LULLABY QUESTION:

She hummed or sang to the tune 'Still Loving You' by the Scoprions 🥺🥺🥺

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nightie-after-midnight · 5 months

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okay, okay, Feanor being too tense of Nerdanel is lovely, but we've been sleeping on pregnant Feanor. Please, please, might you share some thoughts (or maybe a really rough sketch?) - not necessarily nsfw/nsft but figured this was a safe place to ask.

Here we've been talking about breeding aus and totally neglecting Nerdanel popping 6 children out of Feanor once he's released from Mandos.

Listen I only think it's fair that Feanor has to give brith to seven daughters, just to even out the scales.

Eru forbid he ever has to go on bedrest, he'd actually go insane.

anyway here's a little sketch of Feanor, I'm sure he's keeping vigorous notes of his own experience but I think he is getting tired of it.

#feanor #silm #elves #mpreg #sketch #silmarillion #aman #first or fourth age #take your pick!#rated g #i guess???#you know sure as fuck Feanor wares a gown to bed #I don't think he has ever worn pants ever #love letters <3 #Lordgrimwing

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simpingseafood · 2 months

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HAPPY BRITH! 🎉🎉🎉 today is the day you came out of the wizard sleeve 🧙‍♂️✨

I’m still to finishing your gift but it’s taking longer then expected BUT IM SPEEDING AS FOOK BOI 😭✨

Gosh, dude! You guys really make me smiles today~ I was supposed to be sleeping, because it's 7am, BUT NOW IM EXCITED FHAVFKVAWKJFVWK

#dibbledoodle

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bohemian-nights · 2 months

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Swear Daemyra shippers are the only ones whom can look at a man teach his niece who at the time was a minor by real standards and fantasy standards sex acts, and say he loved her. I was reading a fic where Daemyra popped up in the background and they had Daemon say “I’ve loved Rhaenyra since the time she was a girl” and it’s like no shit. Then again in the show it’s just so…. Like I can acknowledge that Matt and Mily had chemistry (which would’ve been great for a book!Daemyra where he is very cleary a groomer) but even then all their scenes had an underlying pervy feel to them. Also Daemon is always ABANDONING Rhaenyra when it counts. Instead of staying with her after the death of her brother and mother he goes out drinking and makes the “heir for a day” comment. Then ( knowing Dragonstone is the seat reserved for the heir) he takes possession of Dragonstone (which also could’ve lowered her standing as heir) and the dragon egg that Rhaenyra placed in the cradle of Baelon. Then he leaves her alone for three years fighting in what was technically an illegal war before coming back and trying to ruin her reputation in order to attain the throne. He does this by taking her a crown Princess into a whore house, ensures that she will be recognized, engages in light sexual content with her before leaving her ALONE in a whore house half naked. And the worse part? Not a single fuck was given. Then later on at her wedding she practically begs him to take her to Dragonstone and marry her. In response to this he marries another woman (who he also treat like shit R.I.P to book!Daemon and Laena). Fast forward ten years where they (on the day of his wife’s funeral) have sex on the beach (sex that didn’t even look pleasurable) and she wakes up ALONE. Mind you prior to the sex she’s essentially begging him to fuck her as well. Following him around like a lost dog. Then we once again have the begging for marriage only this time he accepts. Fast forward down the line he’s not showing any support really in Kings Landing (why didn’t he go with Rhaenyra to talk to Rhaenys) but yeah he killed a man for her so the fandom ate that shit up. Back on Dragonstone she experiences a still brith where she calls out and begs for him so she won’t be alone and he just doesn’t come(I’ve seen some people excuse this staying maybe he had trauma from Laena so I’m 60/40 on it) and then upon learning that she doesn’t want to immediately jump to WAR he chokes the shit out of her.

Their fans are special.

Even if you want to take out the obvious grooming or only want to focus on book canon, Daemon still ends up abandoning her after she ordered him to return back to her, saving another woman(Nettles) after she ordered her to be beheaded in her sleep, and then either offs himself or lives out his days with Nettles.

How they turned that into Daemon died to defeat her greatest enemy(which the text specifically states is Daeron and not Aemond) will never not be absolutely hilariously.

If you only want to consider the show as canon(why?), he’s physically abused her (and is allegedly going to do so again) and abandoned her on countless occasions (after seeing her beg for him to love her 23 million times) with no concern for her physical or mental well-being.

(The trauma excuse is a poor one when he chokes her out 5 seconds later. That is not how you respond to trauma or your brother dying).

Book canon, show canon, grooming, no grooming, it doesn’t matter. It’s a hot mess any way you slice it(which is why they start crying when you bring out the actual text).

I get morally ambiguous ships(all but one of my favorite ships fall into this category). Still, I don’t get shipping something where the guy outright does not care about whether the woman lives or dies and then claiming that those who aren’t deluded are the crazy ones. This shit is straight up pathetic.

I’m all about ship what you want, but these are the same people calling characters the n-word and actively wanting a Black character to be cut cause she “gets in the way” of their ship so they use the excuse that there are already enough Black people on the show. So if this comes off harsh it’s because this ship attracts racist assholes who need psychiatric help on top of them being so fucking delusional they can’t see the forest from the trees.

#bnasks #bnask #dumbnyra #anti daemyra stans

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lincolnmkicks · 1 year

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more hero is larks daughter ramblings and predictions under the cut spoilers for s2 of dndads!!!! also this was like. at 1am. so any typos or anything are just bc i was soup brained sorry ;;

people forgetting hero exists drive me crazy. i cannot see a way that norm is actually larks son unless hero was born out of wedlock (bc i think they mention explicitly lark slept with rebecca the night before sparrow married her???? or smth??? let me go back. OKAY WENT BACK AND HOLY SHIT apparently lark just only now told sparrow abt fucking rebecca and larks like “oh i knew but it was too awkward to talk about so i let it slide :)” and lark explicitly states he fucked rebecca while shr was engaged to sparrow) which. idk i feel like. sparrow is so desperate for normality would he really not jsut. marry rebecca the second he realizes shes pregnant with hero?

so to me. i think narratively my prediction. if we go with the hero is larks kid theory. and not scary is larks kid. is that. so hero was an unexpected baby. hero wasnt intentional. maybe she was born on a day that made it plausible she was either of their kid. sparrow, never quite sure and never able to BE sure bc he and lark r twins obv. named hero. well hero incthe most petty move EVER. a constant reminder of what lark Did. not just sleeping with his wife but a reminder of the unsung hero needed to release the doodler. hero is not just a reminder of larks guilt snd mistakes. shes a reminder of *henry*. and maybe that inadvertently makes sparrow distant from her as well. i dont know which way sparrows relationship with henry went. part of me wonders if maybe lark was closer wjth mercedes and sparrow was closer with henry. who knows. im ramblings and off topic but anyway.

maybe sparrows distant with hero bdcause shes not his daughter. becaude he *knows*, potentially, she might Not be his. and sparrow doesn’t want that because thats not *normal* its not *conventional*. this also explains him marrying centrist rebecca (does not explain what wa sin her pussy to make lark wanna hit it too if im correct abt him being closer to mercedes. maybe im off and he was closer to autumn. idk). maybe hero already felt eldest daughter syndrome, compounded by the fact that her birth dad feels shame and guilt not just bc of her name and the circumstances of her brith but also bc he just doesnt feel worthy of bejng a father. arms length and all that.

and so. NORMAL. normal is guaranteed sparrows son now. in this version of events. and its perfect now its fine because normal is his normal is his son and not larks. sparrow is happy. forget about hero she doesnt count because shes mayeb not his. forget her. and then normal isnt. normal. hes weird. he wears a mascot suit all tbe time. he doesnt realize people laugh at him not with him. and thats not okay. thats wrong. thats Out of the Ordinary that interrupts the daily flow and its JJST BARRY AGAIN. its JUST barry but maybe even WORSE. because barry believed his son superior. sparrow thinks his son is lesser.

sparrow likes his son fine but hes not proud of him. he doesnt wanna show him off. LARK. though. uncle lark is Everytbing. theres no shame attached to normal liek there js to hero. hero’s his brith child and hed mess it up but hey. he cant do worse to normal than sparrow has. and maybe lark sees a bit of himself in norm. sees a kid who wasnt accepted by his father. who wasnt as Respected because sparrow was a love wolf and lark wasnt. lark looks at normal and can see him get crushed under a giant pyramid. lark looks at normal and worries hed be the next lord of chaos.

so lark. co parents. he cares for norm. he pretends fo be his brother to apologize for the bullshit he said. he does—in his fucked up, traumatized way—his best to prepare norm for things he might experience. theres no shame attached to norm like there is hero because hero’s birth almost ruined sparrow. ruined his perfect life with hsi perfect wife. so lark can step up when sparrow. cant. or doesnt. lark supports norm. maybe to make up for whst he cant do for hid actual daughter.

also im biased but i like lark having a daughter a lot. in a show where everyone has sons ofc the one who has a daughter (a BIRTH daughter, too, so still a first even if i love terry and scary) is LARK. fhats prob why i prefer lark ebing hero or scarys dad to norms. anyways.

where does that leave hero? who doesnt have sparrows adoration and attention because she might not be his. who doesnt have larks because she MIGHT be.

well…………………. maybe scary breaks free from willy’s manipulation. maybe willy needs somebody to help him pull the strings from his side. maybe willy can step up not for taylor, but for somebody else. somebody who has TWO male adults in her life who push her aside for her baby brother. and willy really needs daddy magic. so maybe. maybe just maybe.

willy finds an unsung hero in a different way.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads spoilers #lark oak #sparrow oak #normal oak #hero oak

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iamahobbitbean · 6 months

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Lets talk about Hope Mikaelson

Hope Andrea Mikealson. The miracle child. The one and only Tribrid. Lets just say that I love Hope Mikealson a lot. She is one of my favorite characters.

For all you guys who don't know who Hope Mikaelson is. Here's a quick summary of her. Hope is a character form the TVDU. She was born on May 2, 2012. To werewolf Haley Marshall and original hybrid Klaus Mikaelson or

(I know you can hear this photo if you have watched the show as many times as I have. ) Hope family is basically the whole reason for the TVD. Her grandmother Esther Mikaelson. Created vampires. Doing a spell to turn her children into the Original vampires.

Her father is also the earths first hybrid. (werewolf and vampries) His wolf side is why Hope is in alive. The miracle baby. Hopes mom. Haley Marshall passed on her werewolf side to her daughter. Both being a part of the crescent wolf pack. The bloodline of the first ever werewolf.

So her family being a long line of witches, dad vampire side and mothers werewolf side. Made Hope a tribrid. The only one of her kind. Which is why she had people after her. Even before her brith.

She had a hard begging. Hope was ripped from her mothers arms at her brith and almost killed. This was just the begging of her trauma.

But now that you know a little about Hope. Let me talk about why I love her

Hope is so Selfless

Hope said it herself "My name is Hope Mikaelson. I come from a long line of villains."

Her father is known as 'the great evil' He was feared and had so much darkness inside of him. Klaus put his siblings to sleep by putting daggers in them. Making them miss years or not even decades. Klaus also gave Elena Gilbert a lot a trauma, killing her aunt is one of them.

Hope could have inherited this angry. But she didn't. Hope put herself on the line constantly. Even becoming a full Tribrid to save the world from Malivore.

Hope would do anything and everything to save the people she loves. Sure she does make mistakes. Like hope turning Lizzie Salesman into a vampire is one. But she had her humanity off and regretted it.

Overall Hope is always the hero.

What Hope did for her family

"this was our hope our family's hope" This was said by Elijah Mikaelson. He told this to Klaus after he thought they lost hope, that later became name. She was her families Hope.

The Mikaelson's protected Hope with everything. It is pretty clear they loved her. All of them.

Rebekah took Hope away from danger when it was too dangerous for her to stay in New Orleans. Raised her or seven months. Later on Rebekah took on part of the Hallows soul to protect Hope. Hope made her feel human.

Hope to Elijah was everything. He once said "I would violate everything sacred under the sun in the name of recusing my niece." Elijah even gave Hope her name. Thinking it was his job to keep her safe. He did that even dying for her.

Kol and Hopes relationship is rarely seen in the shows. But I can tell Kol is like the fun uncle. Having taking a piece of the Hallows soul in him to save Hope. He seemed to me to be the only one to keep in contact with Hope, understanding her upset of not having her family together.

Freya is like Hopes second mother. Being there for almost Hopes entire life. Freya taught Hope spells and magic. Hope to Freya is like her daughter. Hope trusted her enough to let Freya stop her heart.

Marcel might not be a Mikaelson by blood. But he is a Mikaelson. Hope and him are brother and sister. Marcel never harmed Hope and kept her safe. Loved their bond.

What Hope did for Klaus

It safe to say the Klaus loved Hope more than anything. His littlest wolf. Hope changed Klaus for the better. There wasn't anything that Klaus would haven't done for his daughter. He in the end died to protect Hope.

Before Hope Klaus was well a monster. But Hope brought out a softer side of Hope, with her Klaus experienced Unconditionally Love.

"My dearest Hope. My littlest wolf. My miracle child. What a gift to be able to leave you one last message. So please carry it with you in the years to come. I want you to know this. You will make mistakes in your life. That comes with being a Mikaelson. You will go through hard times. For no one with your power always knows how to use it properly. You will find love and you will lose it. For such is the burden of immortality. But the most important thing about your life is that you live it. Because you are my Peace. And I regret a lot of things, but I don't regret a single moment I spent with you. I love you so much. Always and forever."

I could list so many more reason I love Hope. But let me leave it here. Hope has been through a lot in her life. I miss her. At least she got her happy ending.

#hope mikaelson #the originals

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iamyourdailydoseofbi · 2 years

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The hobbit

Love interest- none

Age of the reader 21 turned 4

Prompt

Being pulled from are world to there’s was something of an adventure. Being in in the company was fun, but after being in there world without your birth control and not wanting to face the horrible sickness that comes with your period you ask Gandalf if there’s a spell he can cast.

Well the company now has a 4yer old human to take care of for 7 days with no memory of who they all are.

Gandalf, balin and Oin treat you like a granddaughter (Balin is a huge softie to you)

Fili, kili and ori play with you and call you a little princess, with ori also making you a big sweater

Dori acts like a mother hen like always

Dwalin is also a softie to you as well, play fighting you and you “wining”

Taking naps with Bifur and snacks with Bombur

Bofur and you make toys

Gloin takes every chance treats you like a daughter

Thorin and bilbo you have dubbed “your uncles” and you constantly say that there married but you also get “mad” at them for not inviting you to the wedding :)

When you turn back with no memories the company all have little drawings you made them, and are even more protective of you.

Bonus if you add kili fake marrying you because you say “ I can’t be a princess, I don’t have a prince :(“

NEVER TRUST A SPELL ( The Hobbit x Fem! Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! So I think I'm going to turn this into a mini series, because I feel like there is so much and it would feel cramped to squish it all into one. <3

pairing: The Fellowship x Fem! Reader

prompt: Spell goes wrong and the Fellowship have to deal with the 'special' side effects.

word count: 300+ words

It was every fangirl's dream. Waking up one morning and seeing that you were in your favorite book. Being able to meet your favorite characters. Join them on their adventures. Potentially change the outcome of your least favorite moments.

But, waking up in your fandom that didn’t have birth control or really any treatment for your period was a little stressful. The pain was already unbearable. Add not having any painkillers on hand, it takes the excitement away from waking up in your favorite book.

“Why couldn’t I fall in with some tylenol?” I whimper, clutching my stomach.

Everything was cramping up. My stomach. My legs. My lower back. It hurt to even stand. Why I had stupidly thought that throwing away my brith contorl was a good idea, I don’t why? It was really really stupid of me. And now I was suffering because of past me.

“Gandalf, you're a wizard. Is there no cure for the pain?” I whine, holding my stomach.

“There is one..” His voice trails off at the end, “But it is not the best and there are many side effects.”

“I am in pain. I’ve run out of herbs. I will do anything.” I whine, giving him my best puppy eyes.

“But, the risks..” He argues.

“I can handle the consequences. I just need this pain to go away.” I beg, “Please just make it go away.”

⎯¤⚔️¤⎯

Opening my eyes, I blink a few times wondering where exactly I was, the fluttering of the wind keeping me awake. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I also didn’t know where I had fallen asleep. Rubbing my eyes with my hands, I let out a loud yawn, sleep calling me back. Maybe I should go back to bed? It was really soft and comfy. The growling of my stomach fills the air. Nevermind, I want food.

Standing up from the ground, I find that my clothes were really heavy, suspiciously heavy. Staring down at my shirt, it was practically swallowing me whole. Furrowing my brows together, I rub my eyes, praying that this was just a really bad dream. Opening my eyes, everything was the same, extremely baggy clothing.

“Um..guys?” I call out, my voice coming out much more squeaky.

Covering my hands with my mouth, I froze, that was me? Peeling my hand away from my mouth, I shake my head, either this was a really realistic dream or I was somehow a child again. But, that’s impossible.

Picking up the ends of my now large shirt, I freeze as I see the size of my hand. It was a lot smaller than before. Lifting up my shirt, my legs were now a hundred times shorter than before. Was I?

“Oh, shit.” I whisper, gulping.

#the hobbit x reader #the hobbit

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her-hands-and-teeth · 2 months

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Grounding in Darkness 1

Friends, close your eyes. Greet the darkness that you find there. You have known this darkness all your life. It filled the womb that carried you, warm and safe. It embraces you each night as you entrust yourself to sleep. It is the same darkness that you carry in the curve of your ribcage, the channels of your heart. It is the same darkness that cradled the stars as they conflagrated in flame at the dawn of creation. This darkness knows you, to the very core of you, and it is your most faithful companion. Breathe deep...and with each breath let that familiar, trusted darkness carry you down into yourself. Recognize all the places it makes its home inside of you, where perhaps you had not noticed it before. Feel how warm it is, how gentle. It's been here all along, unnoticed and yet instinctively entrusted with the most vulnerable parts of you. This holy darkness has seen your tears of grief, and has heard laughter echo in the cathedral of your chest. It is the wellspring from which you have found the capacity for forgiveness and grace, and it is the bedrock that has given you strength in your fury when your soul demands justice. It has been your confidant, and your shelter. If you find light in creation, if you find your soul to be a luminous thing, know that it is this primordial darkness that has given brith to that light, and it is only through its perpetual endurance that the light is able to remain. Take this time to settle into that familiar comfort that you have known all your life, which is woven into the fabric of your humanity. Blanketed in darkness, allow your mind and spirit to find that place on the threshold of dreams. Breathe deeply now, and when you again open your eyes after the third deep breath greet the world you see as you would greet a dream, where all things may come to pass.

#goddess religion #goddess #great mother #mother night #sharing some groundings I’ve written for past rituals #these were used for large group rituals so please pardon or adapt any awkward wording #the guild of sacred night #my writing

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dongiovannaswife · 1 year

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Little Matriarch.

Giorno’s birthday fic AND!!! Esme’s brith, too :D what a nice gift, right?

CW: medical settings and procedures, mentions to anxiety.

I recommned you read Bocelli’s and Melmoth’s backstories first!

April 15, Giovanna household. 9:10 PM.

Putting his phone aside, Giorno turns to Lena from the kitchen, a soft smile making his dimples stand out and his eyes light up. “Babe, the bakery should be here in the morning. Is that okay?”

Looking up from Dante's drawing, Lena nods, “Yeah, just make sure our order is okay.”

Nodding, Gio goes back to the phone, reaching a hand out to accept Jovi's toy as the boy looks up at him, watching over his father with big eyes.

Working through the last details of Giorno's birthday party, the Giovanna's had been getting everything ready before friends and family arrived in the morning, making sure enough food, chairs and drinks were available.

Ending the call, Giorno nods and Jovi grins, taking two of his fingers in his small hand to guide him towards his mother and brother, who sit on the couch petting Ares.

The scenario makes Giorno melt as he sits down, helping Jovi up and by his side: Lena cuddling Dante as his eyelids drop and his small hand rubs over Ares' head. The cat lays on Lena's lap, kneading the baby bump carefully.

“Daddy,” Jovi calls and he looks down, with a pair of small green eyes that are a copy of his looking back, tired; “sleepy.”

Opening his arm, Gio smiles, gesturing forward. “Come here, buddy, take a nap.”

The boy nods and with his help to climb up his lap and settle down, soon he's dozing off, clinging to his shirt.

“They're getting so big, Gio.” Lena's hand reaches out to comb over Jovi's blond hair, letting her hand rest on the top of his head.

Looking back, the Don hums, reaching a hand out to place a wild curl behind her ear, eyes softening and voice dropping with a soft tone, “They are. How are you feeling?”

She chuckles, soft eyes shining with a genuine light to them, “Awfully tired.”

The due date was supposed to be April 22nd —to him, it was too much: both because he wanted to meet his daughter and from the suffering his wife had been through in the last months. Even if it was worth it, it hurt him to see her like that: if he could, he would make any kind of deal to take her pain away and endure it himself.

A tap to his cheek brings him back: her finger remains close to his cheek, pressed against his skin. Looking back, he notes her small and reassuring smile. “But I'm okay, she's almost here.”

Carefully, his hand rises to hold hers, bringing it close to his lips, where he presses a kiss to the back of her hand and whispers: “We can postpone the party if you don't feel okay, Lena.”

Shaking her head no, she chuckles, “A chair will be okay. Just gotta take it easy.”

Gio hums, eyes lingering on her form for longer before he chuckles, eyes dropping close for a second as he nods his head, “Right. Just remember you don’t have to pretend. We can postpone everything until she’s born and you’re better.”

Reaching a hand out to place over his, Lena’s voice reaches his ears in a soft melody. “It’s okay, really. We should go to sleep though, I’m tired.”

Standing up, he makes sure to keep his son close to him, stealing a glance at the clock hanging in the wall before them, then looking back at his wife, “Sure. I’ll take the boys upstairs. Wait here, mh?”

Nodding, she watches through soft eyes as he walks upstairs and disappears around the corner in the twins’ bedroom direction. The sound of a door opening and the silence that follows makes her grin with the thought of him carefully setting the boy down in his bed, kissing his forehead, draping a warm blanket over his form and making sure his Miyo plush is within his reach.

As he comes back, a light smile grazes his features. Walking up to her, Gio leans down, gently scooping Dante up from her hold and, repeating the motion, he leaves upstairs, cradling his son close and taking his time.

Looking down at her lap, Ares sits by her side staring up at her and tail wagging softly from side to side. Reaching a hand out, the cat meets her palm, purring against it as she rubs the special spot behind his ear, making her chuckle and smile, enthralled with his adoration.

Ares had grown up a lot through the past months: and though he had gotten bigger and equally heavier according to his breed’s qualities, he still seemed to not notice, still climbing up Giorno’s shoulders and asking for Lena to hold him up like she used to back when he was a baby and had recently joined the family.

As the cat keeps purring, he’s decided to lay down on her lap, hands reaching up to knead the baby bump and his head buried against her hand, where her fingers keep scratching his head.

“Ares, that’s my wife.” Giorno’s comment earns a chuckle from her and a small sound from the maine coon. Reaching a hand out, Gio stands before her, waiting to help her stand up —soft green eyes and a small, charming smile pulling his lips up. Helping her up, his arm soon finds itself around her shoulders as they walk up to the staircase with their cat running upstairs and waiting for them on the second floor.

“Gio.” she calls as they reach the hall, slow steps and warm hands entwined as the moonlight bleeds through the windows and into the hall, basking the whole hall in its soft light.

He looks back, noticing her silence; watching intently as she tries to find the proper words to voice her thoughts. When she looks back, they’ve come to stand before their bedroom door.

“I have a feeling something’s gonna happen.”

Twisting the doorknob and letting Ares run up to the bed, Giorno turns to her, eyebrow arched and a hand still set in the small of her back, “Are you sure it’s not anxiety?”

Shaking her head no, Lena comes in first, going directly to the bathroom. As she looks for her toothbrush and skin care products, her reply comes slowly: “I can tell when it’s not anxiety. Besides, I’ve been pretty calm these last months.” she looks back, staring straight into his eyes from across the room. “At least since Reborn and Rebuilt.”

He hums, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it up to take it off. Taking the arrow between his fingers, Gio goes silent for a moment, wishing to find a response from the arrowhead around his neck. Minutes go by, and all he can hear is the sound of water running down the sink and Lena’s humming as she starts washing her face, finding relief in the fresh water splashing her face.

When the arrow stays still in the palm of his hand he hums, looking back at his wife, watching what he assumes is the last step of her routine. “Honestly, I don’t think I feel anything.”

Coming into the closet, she shrugs, giving a carefree smile his way. “Don’t worry, maybe it’s just gonna be a good day tomorrow, birthday boy.”

He laughs, walking into the bathroom to do his own night routine. “Let’s hope so, babe.”

2:34 AM.

A small hand comes around his bicep, waking him up instantly —eyes struggling to adjust in the dark as his wife’s voice reaches his ears in a hushed whisper, “Gio, wake up.”

Sitting up, he follows the direction of her voice and sets his palm atop of hers, giving a light squeeze. “What’s wrong? Something’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

The light chuckle she gives him has the smallest of nervous tone to it and Giorno tenses, millions of thoughts running through his head the more she doesn’t reply. Standing up, he walks in big strides to the light switch, flicking it on and coming back to stand before his wife, who’s sitting in bed with wide eyes and the sheets tightly held in her hands.

Kneeling by her side, Gio reaches out, setting a palm over the babybump —right there, he realizes the looks she’s giving him: a knowing and scared look and the words that slip past her lips a tiny bit confusing for his barely conscious brain.

“I think she heard you.”

Blinking slowly, Giorno stands up and takes the sheets from her with a quick look as if asking for permission: he pulls them down to look down, noting the liquid in the sheets below her. Looking back, his heart breaks a little as he catches a glimpse of her quivering lip. Sitting by her side, he reaches out for his phone, taking her hand with his free hand. “‘S okay, hm? Let me make some calls.”

Wiping a stray tear, Lena nods, watching as he holds the phone to his ear and speaks after a moment of waiting for the other person to pick up: “Vivianne, we need you and la unità here, now. Lena's in labor.”

A short response from the other side and he hangs up, stealing a look at her and then going back to his phone, writing a quick message that he sets to send to multiple contacts at once. For a second, his finger hovers above Sunnie’s contact, but still, he ends up tapping on the contact and then tapping on the ‘send’ button, watching the ‘message sent’ notification pop up at the top of the screen.

The next minutes go by agonizingly slow —he watches her struggle when contractions start, sees her desperation as the pain starts and the relief crossing her features when Vivianne, Vittorio, Fugo and Westwood come into their bedroom with worried glances, waiting for his orders, which he’s quick to give as he stands by her side, a hand carefully set on her shoulder.

“Vivianne, Vittorio, take care of Dan and Jojo. Fugo, make sure no one follows us. West, I need you to drive us to the SPW Foundation.”

Short nods and then they’re gone: Vivianne and Vittorio off to watch over the sleeping twins, Fugo sitting down at the living to coordinate the operation and Westwood’s running off to get the car.

Giorno could not handle the pain that cursed through his whole being the second Bocelli came out to find them in the parking lot with a nurse carrying a wheelchair: the pained look she gave him as he helped her sit down and the few words slurred in his direction:

“You should be celebrating your birthday.”

And he would have stayed there, frozen, if not for Bocelli’s quick response, calm and collected: so professional it made him come back to reality: “I’m sure Gio’s not angry, Lena. Don’t worry.”

The next is a blur of voices and looks —Giorno can feel his phone buzzing in his pocket and recognize someone’s calling him, probably Rohan or Matteo, maybe trying to ask for an update on the situation, maybe trying to get a flight there courtesy of the Foundation or Passione. But he can't bring himself to attend as Bocelli calls for him, asking for his presence there: his tone calm and again so professional it makes him feel safer “We’re almost there, Gio. Come here, if you’d like.”

Coming into the room, the last thing he expects is for Lena to smile at him through all her pain and close her eyes as another long contraction starts. He moves quickly then, finding her side and holding her hand, voice soft and comforting as he feels himself calm down with a strong will to be there for her.

“I’m here, love.”

He’s not sure where did she get the strength to open her eyes and look at him through the tears along her lash line: he’s not sure how she can talk so sweetly, but her words almost make him cry:

“You’ve always been.”

He chuckles, and although it comes out shaky and he can’t really see straight, he still leans in, offering his hand for her to hold, ignoring the sharp pain that shoots from his hand up his spine the second she accepts it, gripping at it already.

Contractions and time go by altogether —he makes sure to distract his wife whenever Goldie fixes his broken hand after each strong contraction where she grips at his hand hard enough to break a few bones in the process: he’s sure to ignore the pain, thinking that hers is far deeper and exasperating: he makes sure to never let her hand go, to whisper sweet words everytime she looks back through hazy eyes: he wipes her tears, trying to contain his own.

4:09 PM.

It feels like an eternity: every second Lena’s cries reach his ears and he sees her pained expressions, his heart breaks and his hand trembles as he wipes her tears with his free hand.

His ears ring when there’s silence, followed by a sob and another scream that seems to come from deep within her —and he does not expect a second cry to cut through Lena’s sobs, followed by Bocelli’s voice: “Here she is!”

Gio’s a bit slow, unable to decide if he should keep watching over Lena or ask Bocelli about Esmeralda —torn between anxiety and excitement. Luckily, Bocelli seems to sense his worry, saying: “Stay with her, Gio: I need to perform some tests first, okay? Make sure she’s still awake.”

Nodding, he looks back at Lena, mumbling a weak: “Sure.” And leaning close to her, he runs a warm palm over the side of her face, getting a reaction immediately: a half lidded look, red cheeks and dry lips, but at the same time, he still recognizes the glint behind her eyes when Esme’s cries get louder while Bocelli and the nurses keep cleaning her off, noticing and panicking when the strength applied to his hand weakens.

“Say hi to your parents, Esme.” Bocelli’s soft voice makes both look back, watching the old man approach Lena, laying the baby in her chest. “Congrats, Gio, Lena.”

Bocelli turns around, writing down the birth hour, and then, silently, he steps back, giving a moment of calm to the couple.

Glancing down, Gio’s eyes fill with the tears he had been trying to hold on: soft pink cheeks, the tiniest nose and the smallest of sleepy eyes, hands that hold onto Lena for dear life and a tiny bit of red hair at the top of her head, Esme lays there, calmer —and when Lena glances down tears roll down her face, mumbling a weak: “Hiiii, baby.”

Feeling his chest swell with pride, he sets his palm on the baby’s back (silently recognizing the star birthmark on her scapula), softly and gently, afraid of hurting her, with a whisper of: “Hey, princess.”

Lena's shaky hand comes to rest atop his, paired up with some sweet words in a tiny, broken voice: “Happy birthday, Giogio.”

A tear rolls down his cheek and he chuckles, breathy and equally happy, a hand coming to caress his wife's cheek with one gentle finger and his own reply mirroring her tone, “Thank you, Lena.”

A couple of hours have passed and Giorno’s still sitting in the couch of the room assigned to them —eyes drifting between his sleeping wife, watching through sad eyes as Type O Negative keeps her sedated and under its healing powers: he watches, through knowing eyes, the electrocardiogram traces. It’s something she had taught him —the normal traces: his eyes follow every wave, complex, segment and interval that comes in, hearing the sound of every heartbeat that the machine shows on the screen.

The mix of sadness, calm and happiness makes him stare at the wall next, still processing everything: his daughter had just been born and Dr. Bocelli was using his stand to heal his wife in a matter of hours just like he did when the twins were born…

And though he’s not alone, he still feels weird. Perhaps a product of all the worry and anxiety after the birth, the stress of the situation and then the relief and happiness after meeting Esmeralda and welcoming her into the world. God, how she looks like her mom.

(Was she really destined to have such a scary stand?)

If anything, one of the two sensations he can recognize clearly is that of pride.

The other is far stranger. He can't quite name it, at least not now, but it's that of anxious expectation and regret: wondering if Sunnie and Dio had read the message or even cared about it —was Dio interested in meeting his family? Could he call him father? Could his kids think of him as their grandfather? Or was he still alone in family matters?

He no longer speaks to Shiobana, let alone her husband. And though he's sure there must be more of prime Dio's offspring, getting to meet them was not a possibility yet —not until he could meet him. The man Mr. Polnareff is so concerned about.

The man who could still ruin the Joestar family lives at any moment if his will was still preserved by one of his underlings or followers.

The door opens and he looks up from his lap, dismissing his worries and thoughts the moment Abel Agreste walks in, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand. “Hey, boss. How ya’ feeling?”

Looking back, Giorno nods, smiling: unaware of the dark circles, his bloodshot eyes and the unnerving aura around him: “Good.”

Abel hums, setting the flowers by Lena’s side and taking a quick look at her features, he turns to Giorno, lips trembling for a moment before he raises a hand to lift his glasses and wipe a stray tear from his cheek; “Is Lena okay? I don't… think I can handle this again.”

Sighing, Giorno's eyes close, pained —and he answers, trying to remain calm: “She will. Bocelli says she's exhausted, but he says she'll recover soon this time.”

Silence comes in. Abel's eyes are still glued to Lena's form, then running around the devices around her. The IV line in her arm and then he's unable to keep looking, instead looking back at his boss, hiding his distress with a smile and a:

“So. Your daughter was born exactly today, on your birthday. Isn’t that exciting?”

Chuckling and completely knowing what's going on, Giorno still nods, leaning back against the couch with a pure, grateful smile, unable to comment something else on Abel's true expression but knowing that if he keeps his own emotions under control, then everyone will be calm. “Of course it is.”

Abel's grin turns into a genuine one, silently recognizing Giorno's effort and walking up to the door and swinging it open, he peaks outside, turning back to his boss right after: “We brought the twins, as you asked.”

Standing up, Giorno walks up to the door, standing by Rome's Capo, overlooking the hall and the people standing there —a few feet away he can recognize Dr. Bocelli and West approach them.

Dr. Bocelli smiles, the wrinkles around his eyes standing up as he stops before him with Dante holding his hand and Jovi holding his twin's hand, “Evening, Gio. Dan and Jojo were just asking about you.”

“Oh, yeah?" Looking down at the boys, Giorno kneels to their level, opening his arms for both of them to run to him, soon embracing him. Rubbing their backs, Giorno breaths in, hearing their shaky breathing. "'s okay, boys, I'm here now.”

'They must be so scared: they probably woke up without us there.'

Pulling back to look at him, Dante speaks up first, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “Is mommy okay?”

Jovi follows right after, though he's still hugging Giorno, “My sis…?”

Giorno grins, making a quick mental note to apologize to them later, —and the immediate reaction from the twins doesn't take too much: mirroring his smile, both light up, now peaking inside the room.

Taking Jovi in one arm and standing up to take Dante's hand, Giorno walks back inside the room with Bocelli as the others wait outside.

Curious, the boys look around and soon Jovi kicks his feet: reluctant, Giorno puts him down, watching them walk in, side by side and looking around until the stretcher in the middle of the room catches their attention. Slowly walking up, Dan and Jojo stand on their tiptoes to take a peak: with big eyes, Dante looks back, trying to find an explanation over the image of his mom laying there, asleep and unresponsive. Jovi calls for her softly, as if afraid of waking her up with a small hand reaching out for her.

Feeling his throat close, Giorno steps in but Bocelli approaches the twins before Giorno can say anything: “Dan, Jojo, your mom is resting,” he then offers an explanation, “What happens when you've played all day long?"

Jovi raises a hand, slow but confident, answering the question with great optimism: “We nap!"

Bocelli nods, smiling softly, “She's taking a long nap, please don't wake her up, yeah? She's really really tired.”

Both boys stay silent, not quite understanding the situation but still, Dante nods, sealing his lips with two tiny fingers and a grin. His twin kisses the palm of his hand and, reaching back, he gently lays his palm on Lena's arm with a "Mwah!”

Looking back at Giorno, Bocelli gives him a short nod, watching the Don's eyes light up with hope –relieved to see the twins so understanding still from their innocence: so open and ready to learn.

Nodding back, Giorno gestures at the couch in the corner. “Go sit there, hm? I want you to meet your sister.”

With a gasp both boys run up to the couch, waiting as they work on who's gonna climb first —Dante manages to jump in, lending a hand to his twin as both work on getting comfortable in the plush cushions.

With a light laugh, Giorno turns to the small crib by Lena's bed, leaning down to take the bundle of white sheets in his arms. Turning around, he walks up to them.

“Dan, Jojo,” stopping before them, he leans in, careful and slow. “This is your sister, Esmeralda.”

The twins' mouths hang open in expectation as they look down at the tiny being in their father's arms. Gasping, Jovi jumps off the couch and Giorno kneels before them, letting them approach Esme.

“My sis!”

Dante follows right after with a small, shaky finger reaching out to poke her pink cheeks, pulling back when Esme gets a little fussy, but still there. “She's taking a nap too?”

Giorno hums, nodding along: “Yeah, she's tired. But I know she's glad to meet you.”

Dante softens, cheeks red and a wide grin spreads across his face as he leans over, trying his best to hug Esme, “Hello, sis!”

Jovi joins and Giorno laughs, warm —looking up into Bocelli's eyes with tears on his own. The old man gives him a thumbs up, stepping back to stand besides the door, leaning on his cane with both hands and a sad look that Giorno does not miss.

Standing up and sitting on the couch, Giorno leans back as the twins sit on the armrests, kicking their feet as they keep looking at their sister.

As the door opens and the team comes in, Dante speaks up: “I will protect her!” with Jovi following right after, “Me too!”

Abel chuckles, sauntering into the room with a small smile and a gift box in his hands, “Now, now, quite the protective pair, hm?”

Dante looks back and up, grinning: “We have a little sister!”

“Oh?” Rome's Capo gets closer, “Can I meet her?”

“Mhm!” Gesturing him closer, Jovi first makes a 'silence' sign, then points at her, still asleep in Giorno's arms, “This is Esme, she's taking a nap because she's reaaaaally tired.”

Looking down at the bundle in his boss’ arms, Abel gasps, the sound so genuine he feels warmth rising to his ears. Covering his mouth with one hand, Abel reaches out to her with his free hand, caressing the side of her face with one trembling finger. “She’s so tiny,” and looking back at the twins, his lips curl up into a wide grin. “Can I join the 'Protect Esme' club?”

“The what?” Guido Mista's sudden appearance and the volume of his voice does not go unnoticed to the baby —she gets fussy immediately, but soon calms down as Giorno's hand rubs over her arm, cradling her closer to let her feel his warmth.

“Shut it,” Westwood warns quietly, eyes like daggers as they wait for Esme to calm down.

“Sorry,” Mista mumbles, cheeks pink and big eyes: “Jus' wanted to say the Kishibes should be here soon.”

Giorno's smile comes immediately, lighting up: “Good, make sure they stay at the mansion.”

Nodding, the gunslinger peaks in, eyes bright as he gets to see Esme —mouth hanging open for a second before he whispers, “She's so cute, Giogio! I'm gonna be the overprotective uncle.”

Clicking his tongue, Abel shakes his head, “That will be me, Guido.”

Westwood joins them, “Why don't we solve this and promise everyone here will protect her?”

Giorno chuckles, looking up with a wide, calm smile: “Then I will be the president of the club.”

“You're already the boss, tyrant.” Giggling by the end of his sentence, Mista covers his mouth to keep himself from laughing too loud.

Looking down at Esme and the twins, Giorno's mind stays calmer, even if his heart hurts over the absence of his wife —knowing she will be there soon, healthy and happy. With them.

Melmoth is not good with goodbyes —neither with introductions. He never knows how to start, too shy and bad with words.

But the picture Don Giovanna sent, the one showing the tiny baby with red hair and rosy cheeks makes him grin, with a caption that brings hope to his lonely heart;

‘Esme says hi to her soon-to-be teacher.'

So when he types his reply words come easily and by the time he taps on the send button he can already feel his beloved mistress there, present as the usual haze he's always known her for.

‘Welcome, Esmeralda. May your life be as beautiful as you are.’

Turning back to the haze behind him, Melmoth smiles and the action brings light to his sour features: “Little Matriarch, hm?”

The mysteryous lady standing in the middle of that haze hums, disappearing right after.

Leaning back, Melmoth’s eyes shut up into the ceiling: maybe he can make an exception and meet her personally.

#esmeralda giovanna #jovi giovanna #dante giovanna #giolena #baby giovanna!!!! finally hereeeee!!!#also please please notice bocelli's and melmoth's side stories ;w;

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pastelracha · 1 year

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baby practice ? [M]

☾ Title : baby practice ?

☾ Pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

☾ Genre: fluff, established relationship, mature (+18), smut.

☾ Prompt: Chan being the horny bf he is to his babygirl.

☾ A/N: it’s the beginning of 2023 and I’m having a huge baby fever cause chan is the standard. request : heya ! can you maybe do a chan thingy where he's kinda horny/having an erection, so reader will be working/having a call meanwhile chan's outside the door jerking off bcz he thinks reader's busy and he doesn't wanna disturb but then reader catches him & it gets a bit smutty lol- its up to you ofc this just came up to my mind at 2am- TYSM KEEP GOING ILY

☾ Words Count: 1.0K

☾REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED AND FEED BACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME

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Chan couldn’t help but looking at you with many stars in his eyes, and a huge boner hiding under the his sweatpants. He couldn’t help but to want you, so much cause you were such a goddess wearing one of his shirt and holding your 2 months son in your arms.

Chan never though maternity could makes him feel so much more attract to you, mostly sexually attract to you.

During the nine months of your pregnancy he find you becoming more beautiful each days, the curves of your breasts haunting him, full of milk. And damn the hormones made your sex drive skyrocketing to his own pleasure, trying a awful lot of new things. And now here he is a painful erection asking to be release and buried in your hot and precious cunt.

He needed you, but damn you were busy with your little one, trying to get him to sleep, thinking chan was somewhere else in the house, either in his home studio or watching tv downstairs. Little did you know he was watching you hiding behind the door, praying for his son to go to sleep soon, so you could take care of him next.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your braless breast caressing the cotton of his shirt, wishing it was his hands instead. His right hand going south to his length, his breath became shorter and he needed to release now.

That is how chan ended up in your bathroom, away from your baby’s room. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, his sweatpants laying of the floor of your room, and his boxer pooling at his feet.

His precum already leaking on his pinkish head, he loves this goddam full mirror you begged him to get right in front of the biggest bathtub he could find at the time.

He was perfectly sitting in front of it, looking like a hot mess, his curly hair laying on the top of his head, a blush creeping on his cheeks, and his muscular chest he spend so long on was looking right back at him, he was in such a vulnerable state, ready to please himself selfishly.

His dominant hand teasing his length as his other one was gripping his messy hair, biting his biceps as you would do marking himself trying to shut himself to not disturb you or his kid.

Chan was never a quiet lover, he always needed to moan, call your name, telling you how good you were to him, and he loved it.

“B-babe’’

At the second he groans chan himself knew he was gone, spitting on his hand, running it slow trying to mimic your moves. His teeth sinking into his lower lip, trying to mute himself, he was so horny and needy for you, his hips were already moving, following his hand. His eyes closed and his head dropped on his left shoulder, trying to slow himself taking pleasure in his own action. Wishing for you instead.

He didn’t heard you calling his name, thinking it was his brain tricking him. As his imagination was running wild, images of you laying underneath him as he was pleasuring you, flashback clouding his brain.

“Chris ?’’

His only reaction was to groan still touching his shaft.

It’s not that chan felt left out after you gave brith to your bundle of joy, before you he was taking care of his ‘horny teenage/ young adult problem’ by himself, but since you came into the picture chan didn’t felt the need to jerk off that often or at all (unless he was on the other side of the earth on tour, or when he was stuck at the studio for almost a full week).

He jumped so high when he heard your voice so close and the door of the bathroom opening. He felt like a child doing a such a wrong thing, his hand still on his length but not moving anymore, his naked figure looking back at him and you in this damn mirror, mocking him at this moment.

“Y/N i can explain’’ he started looking fully red.

His face growing a few shades darker when you started laughing at him, his hand hiding his erection almost like you never saw him naked before.

“Chan it’s okay, it’s not because we’ve been together for years I get it, you’re stressed and need a relief’’ you started to explain to him. “ .. and we just got a kid, so I don’t have much time for sex neither you do chan it’s okay really’’

You run your hand into his hair, looking right into his eyes, feeling your pants growing wetter by seconds seeing him naked. “ babe, we have sex a lot for young parents believe me’’ he started chuckling “ it’s just you looking like this, your full breast .. babe you just look so hot’’ he admitted looking at you.

You chuckled at his words, Chris always made you feel wanted and like you’re the only girl in the world even looking fully pregnant, tired and hot because summery pregnancy was a nightmare, always reminding you, you were caring life, being super hot, and sexy all the time. “You’re the sexiest pregnant woman in the world love’’ he would always says.

“.. And i just want you all the time, having a awful lot of other babies running around the house, pumping you full of my cum, trying a lot of new positions, giving you all of my babies’’ at this point the poor Aussie was rumbling, getting even hornier, his eyes full of lust, looking just like yours.

“Let’s wait for other children Christopher but .. how about we practice over and over ?’’ You asked.

His length looking painfully hard, precum leaking even more, begging to be touch by you.

Horny chan was a madman for you, he just wanting his erection to be buried in you forever, dying like this, would be the dream. His hand left his shaft to tease your breast underneath your (his) shirt, sucking of the second one. Wetting the cotton of the black shirt hiding your skin, and his second hand caressing your butt cheek, running under the underwear. “Can I have you ?’’

“Forever Chris’’ your moaned.

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konomore · 10 months

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THE REDESIGN IS FINISHED LADY'S AND GENTS AND ALL THOSE IN-BETWEEN

now presenting my newly designed child

MEET NULLITY

(btw I don't know if there are any AUs like this I only know of paper crane that has a sort of save star integrated design but I did some research on them and they didn't have a concept like this so I figured it was okay to use this concept so I did)

✧Name✧ Nullity!sans or Null

✧brith AU✧ labyrinth!TALE

✧Pronouns✧ it/it's they/them

✧Monster Type✧ S̶k̶e̶l̶e̶t̶o̶n̶?̶ P̸̡͉̣͖̤̯͊͆̊̉̍a̸̬̜̻̳͍̳͐̃̿̅r̷̬̰̠̾̂̑̐̉͘ḁ̷̩̜͍̖̳͒̂̂̋ṣ̵̨͇̃͐̒̐̀͋ï̵̢̟̯̟̦̺̾͛t̶̥͘e̵̪̯̲̟̱͌̀̓̂

✧Age✧ they're immortal

✧alignment✧Passive neutral (they don't get involved unless they have to)

✧Role✧ Destroyer

✧Magic levels are above average but that's not necessarily a good thing since sometimes it causes the save star to overheat so they need to get rid of access magic and it's not very easy to do that since normally they just suck up any ambient magic left behind but they discovered that sleeping helps keep it off

✧They're a gentle nome 4'4

✧They're narcoleptic and fall asleep everywhere

✧They love flowers and gardens

✧ they're an amnesiac

- A sleepy amnesiac who could careless about memorys

✧they dislike the negative emotions they sometimes get from the save Stars it scares them but they don't know how that feels they just know it feels bad the positive ones aren't any better they make them feel overwhelmed and that doesn't feel good

✧Phobias+explanations✧

̶haphephobia {the reason they have haphephobia it absorbs magic by touching it doesn't mean to but the way it absorbs it kills monsters just from touch it sucks up all magic trace and leaves the victim dusting and the combination of being in a dead desolate AU for the better part of 7 years before actually finding out they can leave, so that plus touching people without not having to deal with anyone for 7 years they wouldn't be used to it and they don't really remember ever touching anyone so they'd be very uncomfortable with it especially after finding out that they could kill people by doing that also their bones are extremely fragile so they don't like touch it's very uncomfortable to them}

̶autophobia (from being alone in a dying AU for 7 years)

̶anthropophobia (they haven't had to deal with society in such a long time they've forgotten normal social cues so they tend to stay away from it as well as the whole killing people unintentionally thing)

̶agoraphobia (the idea of being in a public space where they could kill people unintentionally terrifies them so they tend to stay away from crowded places such as cities or towns)

̶Sedatephobia ( this fear originates from being in a silent dead AU for 7 years)

̶ having Sedatephobia,anthropophobia and agoraphobia as well as autophobia is absolutely horrible for them because they're scared of being alone but they're also scared of being with a lot of people because they could unintentionally kill them but they hate being alone because the silence is deafening and the negative emotions become unbearable to the point where they start to shake uncontrollably and their 'soul' will begin to cry out and a shake with the weight of the emotions)

✧extra Information✧

✧Monster Type✧ The base is modeled after a skeleton more specifically a sans type model but is not a monster they're a parasite outcode

✧Parasite type✧ called a hypergiant a name that is normally given to stars that are unstable and or dying out. They drain the determination from save Stars and that causes the AU to become unstable and destroy itself from the inside out it doesn't do any harm to the monsters inside, they don't even know they're AU is collapsing most of the time they are peacefully living one minute and then the next they get disintegrated into the void but they don't do any of the harm themselves they just take the essence and leave they don't even know the damage they're doing, they're quite oblivious to that.

✧Immortality is due to the fact they can't really starve or dehydrate due to the fact that they eat save Stars they also can't really be damaged by magical attacks since they get absorbed by the save star

Floating above they're chest the only way they can die or be killed is by taking physical damage to the save star or the neck and skull because their bones are really fragile the save star also acts like a sort of black hole for any magical entities near it, it drains magic even if they're not meaning to it's sort of involuntary but when they do die they respawn next to a save star or they sort of just pop out of it

✧ROLE idea✧ they don't want to be a destroyer but the way they were made kind of calls them to be so they need to eat save stars to stay alive and the way they do this is by draining the determination from it until it can no longer be used so that in turn causes the AU to become so unstable that it either falls into the void and destroys itself or becomes part of the antivoid

✧creation idea✧ they were created as a save Stars last ditch effort to save again but in doing so grabbed the sans of it's own AU and tore them into this amalgamation of whatever 'it' is, the concept of this idea was that stars will normally fizzle out and explode I figured what if save stars could do this so I made an AU an AU made for the sole purpose of being destroyed (sorry ink and other ink variants) it was supposed to be destroyed for the reason that the save star couldn't save progress therefore the player could not continue because all their progress would be destroyed they would have to restart from their last checkpoint the rest of the save Stars would fizzle out therefore leaving the player without a respawn and this sort of virus would need to spread through the other AUs but they would need some sort of bug or host to spread through right so I created Nullity a virus like fresh!sans and paper crane but they really didn't know their job all they knew was that they came into this withering AU and they had no idea what they were doing there but after a while (7 years 0_o) they grew hungry the weird thing on their chest was glowing dull blue and they were tired so they went out and to find food they did what other monsters did and tried to eat but their body wouldn't allow it so it vomited the stuff out until they found the little glowing things they didn't know what they were all that they knew was they tasted delicious so they gathered them they didn't understand that they were one of the few who could see them so they pulled the magic from them leaving them dim and empty the glow turns dull and then it stops.

✧Age✧ but in terms of parasites they would be considered a preteen

✧Fun facts✧ it's soul is not really a soul but more an actual save star the one that it merged with actually only kind of emotions that they are able to feel were poured into the save star in order to save at that moment stuff like a player's hopes and dreams hell even negative emotions like fear,destruction,rage,anger and happy ones like Bliss,euphoria and with this comes a little bit of a downside whatever kind of emotions frisk was experiencing also rubs off on them like if the frisk was feeling anxious or helpless it rubs off on the save star

✧ they have an uncanny ability that allows them to glow

✧ they can also float but that from being merged with a save star

✧at this point not even reapers or Mara's touch could kill them and when they find that out they would begin following him around like a little duckling they just admire him a lot kinda like a little brother to a big brother the reason reapers touch is not able to kill them is because at this point the save star has begun to negates any negative effects caused by magic reapers also not affected by their magic so it's a plus for both of them places like that of the save screen,the antivoid and doodle sphere negate their magic absorbing effect so people like ink and error/geno(I'm really happy about the fact my favorite headcannon was actually confirmed)would not be affected by the draining touch thing core!frisk would also not be affected since they have void effect it pretty much cancels out the draining effect

✧They're pretty much a sans with a symbiotic relationship with a save star it's weird but the sans doesn't really remember anything about their past they were just left to die in a rotting AU

✧Fun Fact from me they remind me of a little pixie I don't know why but they do}

✧Morena (Mara) has become a duckling a little brother filling up the hole that his forgotten papyrus left

✧Note- They're AU reminds me of Sonic generations the little white spaces with patches of color and world

#undertale original character #redesign #ask blog #lol Tumblr is hard #labyrinthtale #underrinth #AEONverse

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