#please spare some genders… my family is starving
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tf is lou feeding her kids over at the inn? gender tenders????
#can i have some too?!#rock… nami…. ur genders#hand them over#cora clownposting content#sos awl#please spare some genders… my family is starving#story of seasons a wonderful life#rock sosawl#nami (awl)#awl nami#rock (awl)#rock tumbling (sos)#bokumono
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really wanted to req for mc looking after the little D's while the demon brothers are watching them interact and thinking how good of a parent they would make (you could add some of the side characters if you're not too lazy)
i saw you take requests after i read some of your work so i just had to, I'd get it if you don't want to but if you do take you time
This sounds so cute uwu I wish I had more thoughts to pen down but my brain is absolutely scattered at the moment sooo :p (and yes I am a bit lazy so gonna just scribble down some thoughts about the demon brothers hueheuhue) I played around with the idea, changing it up a little bit so I hope that's ok! (Also I noticed you using 'they' so I'll try to keep this answer gender neutral, please tell me if I slipped up anywhere) (ps not proofread heheh just ideas dumped)
You and Little D | Demon Brothers
“Will you please. Stop. Talking.” The Little D of Pride was being so difficult with all its mindless yapping and screeching, Lucifer was about to literally throw the stupid mini demon out of the window…had it not been for you showing up to save the day!
All Little D wanted was to be heard about his amazing idea on how to decorate the ballroom for an upcoming event and Lucifer wasn’t bothered to give him any mind.
“Oh? Why don’t you tell me all about your ideas? I can’t wait to hear how awesome the are!”
Seeing you…leaning your chin you palm and listening intently to the little one, nodding eagerly and gasping in surprise at all its wonderful ideas…Lucifer felt his heart rate shoot through the roof
He quickly turned around to hide the growing redness on his pale cheeks, lest you actually catch him blushing at how sweet and loving you were…just like a parent
Perhaps it was too soon to be plagued with such thoughts- thoughts of you both having a little family of your own where you cared for your child just the way you cared for Little D-
“Ahem, I’ll be leaving now. Don’t bother yourself with listening to this thing for too long if you have your own matters to attend to.”
His heart skipped a beat when you shook your head, saying that you had more than enough time to spare to ‘your dearest little D’
You were going to be the death of him.
They were fighting like LITERAL CHILDREN!! Little D of Greed was flying around with Mammon’s precious credit card.
“YOU RASCAL!! COME BACK HERE WITH GOLDIE RIGHT NOW!” Mammon leapt across the room right as you walked into the weird scene
The oh so innocent Little D scampered into your arms and whined, crying about how Mammon was bullying him, who was quick to deny any such accusations
“Oh, is mammon being mean? Don’t worry, I’m here for you.” You nuzzled your nose against the smirking little demon and Mammon knew that he was supposed to be raging with jealousy but…wow, you were so gentle and the way you had Little D wrapped around your finger just the same way you had him…
How you hugged and comforted the cheeky little demon, Mammon started visualising you as a parent
Mammon was already down bad for you and this little sight was the cherry on top
“I wanna marry ya- I MEAN STOP SIDING WITH THAT LITTLE IDIOT”
Mammon was quick to dart closer to you, prying your hands off the Little D who had occupied all of your love and attention
“Hey now, there’s enough hugs for everyone here.” You laughed and wrapped one arm around Mammon and the other holding the demon
Wow, you were so mature, being able to handle two jealous demons fighting over your love
Yeah you’d definitely be perfect to handle mammon when you both have a child of your own
Leviathan isn’t really the most attentive to his surroundings when he’s immersed in his video games, especially if it is the latest first person game with his favourite character RURI CHAN!!
Which left the Little D of Envy starved for attention, pouting and poking at the purple haired man
“Stoppppp! Can’t you see I’m busy? Go find some other way to stay entertained.”
Sad little demon floats aimlessly until it reaches the lounge where you are resting on the couch, a Switch in your hand. You notice the sad little demon and smile at him, calling him over to sit on your lap.
An hour passed and Levi noticed the silence…he got up and out of his room as he started praying that Little D hadn’t gotten into any trouble
But what he walked into made his little gamer boy heart race
And excited Little D was on your lap with your Switch in hand as you cheered on him, screeching in happiness when he won first place in DemonKart. You both did a little synchronised dance, ending with a high five
Oh Levi’s otaku little heart couldn’t handle the heat travelling through his veins, seeing you be such a good parent like figure and omg maybe you guys could get married and have a little one of your own to play 3 player games with-
“Hey let me in on the gaming as well!!”
Satan wanted to give attention to the Little D of Wrath but he was far too focused on the spell books that lay open on front of him
“Why don’t you got…sort out my bookshelves? Go be useful.”
Little D was offended but he had to listen smh, but hey, Satan didn’t say anything about him not being allowed to recruit some extra help
And that’s where you came in, pulling us your sleeves and reading the spiral bindings of some of the hundreds of books in Satan’s room, finding the best category to put them in…until you saw the little demon reach for an unstable pile
“Wait! Little D! Be careful!!” A loud crash alerted Satan, who came running into the room
His eyes widened when he saw you on the floor, hugging and rocking a crying Little D back and forth, “Shhhh, it’s okay…you’re a strong one. You’ll be fine.” You comforted it, caressing the spot where the books fell on it
Satan’s heart did a backflip at your caring and affectionate nature. You had worry drawn all over your face as you held onto the little demon, giving it the support it needed in that moment…you would be the perfect parent
You were so much better than anything he could have imagined and making a family with you would be better than any fairy tale
“Why don’t we all sort the books together, yeah? That will be better.”
“No no! You’re doing it all wrong! That is not how you apply mascara!” Asmo pouted at the Little D of Lust who had managed to yet again mess up Asmo’s makeup
The Little D frowned at Asmo’s uncharacteristic outburst, feeling helpless while floating out of the room.
“Hey, are you okay? I heard Asmo shout? Did he shout at you?” You showed up in front of the door, opening your arms for the sad little demon
You tapped your chin in thought when an idea clicked in your head “Why don’t I teach you some tricks, hmm?” The way the little demon’s eyes lit up made you smile even wider
Together in your room, you showed it the various techniques of applying makeup, ranging from mascara to blush to lipstick, till the demon had almost mastered the skills
Together, the two of you waltzed into Asmo’s room, showing off your beautiful face all thanks to Little D’s skills.
“Aw, did you teach Little D how to apply makeup? You look so good! You’re such a good teacher.” He pet the little demon’s head
Then Asmo’s face sparkled with the thought of how nurturing you would be as a parent
“Omg you would be such a wonderful parent when we have a child! You can teach them how to apply make up too! Wouldn’t that be perfect!!”
His unfiltered words made you blush and hide your face away from the thoughts of having a child with him
“Ughhhhh I’m so hungryyyyyy! I want foooooood!” Beel was once again whining about how hungry he was and unfortunately Little D of Gluttony was subject to his whining
Sad for Beel, Little D wasn’t exactly the most equipped in the kitchen, floating to the room and head spiralling with the number of cabinets and cooking equipment
Lucky for the mini demon, you walked into the kitchen, seeing it in its distressed state
“Why don’t you and I cook something together? That would be a good way to learn, yeah?” You offered, pulling out some pans to make the simplest thing you knew…pancakes
The little demon floated around and carefully listened to your instructions, laughing along with you when some batter accidentally spilled out of the mixing bowl or when you managed to land the perfect flip on the pan
“Mmmmm I can smell pancakes.” Beel, drawn buy the scent of the treat walked into the kitchen, stopping short in his tracks seeing you cooking with the demon
It was a sight right from heaven, his favourite human and his favourite demon doing his favourite activity (cooking something for Beel)
He smiled when the little demon laughed while pouring syrup and decorating the stack with berries, as per your instructions. His heart warmed at how parent-like you were when you high fived the demon and hugged it
“Oh Beel! Look what Little D and I made! Pancakes for you!”
Perhaps one day he would be walking in on seeing you making pancakes with a little one of your own.
The day was already quite tiring, Lucifer had told(more like ordered) Belphie to run some errands around Devildom, grocery shopping ughhh
All Belphie wanted to do was go into his blankets and fall asleep
He thought to himself, wondering what the Little D of Sloth would have been up to, all alone at home with nobody else to supervise
Honestly, if the little demon was anything like him, it would probably be in a deep sleep on the couch
When Belphie entered the living room, he noticed you on the couch and beamed at you, approaching to give you a big hug “Hey!-“
“Shhhhhhh! Little D is sleeping!” You loudly whispered at him, your tone sounding very much like a scolding
Belphie pouted and looked at your lap, the irritated feeling in his gut changing to a soft, loving sensation
Little D was asleep on your lap murmuring in sleep. You were stroking the little demon’s back and if you even dared to stop, it twisted and turned around violently till you gave it attention
“Little D is so much like you! If I stop stroking it, it would get mad!” You giggled when Belphie sat next to you, his thoughts straying to daydreams
Maybe one day the one of your lap will truly be someone like belphie, your child. You stroking the child’s hair who slept peacefully in your embrace.
Belphie blushed, leaning his face in your shoulder to hide himself from your gaze
“Can I rest on your shoulder for a while? I wanna dream a bit.”
Dream about having a life with you, making a family with you hehe.
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Stay With Me
Content/Warning: Fluff, Angst, Character Death and mentions of violence, blood, poverty and death... obviously.
Genre: Cyberpunk AU, Gender-neutral reader x Siyeon
Word Count: 15,997
Average Read Time: 1 hour and 3 minutes
Author Notes: Snacks and a drink aren’t a requirement but this will take a while to read, something I realised when I did a quick skim edit, so there’s probably some mistakes but I wanted to get this out this century.
Anyway this was meant to be realised for @foolish-sparrow‘s birthday but here I am a whole month late almost.
Anyway I hope you guys enjoy because this is pretty close to my heart, since it’s a universe I’ve been working on in my spare time. I guess that’s my warning on how everything might not make sense.
Aroha nui ki a koe and a late Mānawatia a Matariki
Amber bathed asphalt, that’s all your eyes can focus on. In the familiar streets of the Melting Pot, it was odd to be home, yet so shaken.
Neon lights and holograms are nothing but a distant dream compared to the city.
Your father was invincible, yet as he hobbled next to you hoisted next to you on your shoulder, blood crusting your shirt– his or yours, you couldn’t tell.
You had your doubts.
But maybe it was because of you and your selfish wants. A single thought pervaded your head and the regrets that linger. You weren’t strong enough.
A fact that’s driven home when you focus on your damaged limp arm.
Stay with me
Those were the first words he had said to you, a fearful child. The world had been a stark and dangerous place living amongst ruins and scrap.
His voice was honeyed warmth, you had yet known. The grasp of his hand felt like a colossus against yours, yet you felt safe.
Something you always felt in his presence.
Even at such a young age, you could see his hidden pain, the smile that hid his starving stomach as you ate. The worry hidden in his eyes as he brought you on every expedition.
The pain etched into his features as he gave you a weapon for the first time.
“Manawa,” his nickname for you, lovingly stitched into your memories. His fingers gliding over a sword, a long sword for you.
A short sword for him.
“A weapon tells a story about its owner,” a smile teases his lips as his eyes shut. Fresh forest air enveloped the two of you, expeditions were your favourite.
You were as free as the breeze and food wasn’t hard to come by.
Even if it was dangerous.
“What does a sword say?”
He smiles as his eyes soften on you. “A sword? Someone who believes they’re a hero. Someone with honour.”
He passes you the short sword.
“What about you Matua?" Your eyes latched on to the long silver weapon on his back.
"This?" His hands reveal a pointed spear, with an axe head on the opposite end. Shiny and well maintained, hallowed like moonlight. "A protector, there is no difference between a pitchfork and a spear except for efficiency."
"So like a farmer protecting his cattle?"
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#4
Our Safe Haven | Gahyeon x Reader
Warnings: Brief mentions of alcohol, allusions to family problems, depression and bad relationships.
Cast: Matthew, Siyeon and Gahyeon
Genre: Gn!reader x Childhood-friend Gahyeon
Word Count: 5492
Average Read Time: 21 Minutes
Plot:
Change tempered by time is always a harsh reality, which makes the journey home all the more difficult. Do you truly belong anywhere anymore?
You thought the hardest moment in your life would be leaving your hometown.
Instead, it was the return. So many unsaid conversations hanging at the edge of your mind, tugging at your lips.
Even if you were alone.
The cold wind nestles into every small rip and tear in your knitted sweater. Old memories and sweet moments line your brain like old weathered insulation in a decaying shack.
No one knew you were back.
No one would greet you at the airport. Things had been tense ever since you left.
Yet, this was your last safe place, even if you felt like a fish on land.
You wave down the nearest taxi, you can't help the stray thought darting across your brain, fear. The inside shields you from the cold night air.
It washes away under the gaze of your taxi driver, even if you can feel a different anxiety itch at the edge of your brain. You really hope you can make it to the pawnshop.
His eyes light up when you mention the location, a look of recognition. "You're one of Rogers? The ride's on me. It's been awhile since you've been in town."
Your eyes scan over his dash, as his wipers spur to life. An effective shield against the light pitter-patter of rain. You spot his ID card hanging from his rearview.
Matthew Kim.
You feel your brain prickle slightly hoping, daring to make a spark. Nascent memories preen at the edge of your brain.
"Babysitter Matthew?" Your eyebrows knit together at your own words.
A smile danced across his lips and into his eyes. "I'm surprised you remembered."
The heavy babysitter had transformed in the years you hadn't seen him. A self-described chunky monkey was replaced with a swell of muscle and fitness.
Concern itches into your teeth, an uneasy edge. His father was a Taxi Driver. "Your Dad....?"
You felt unsure how to finish your question. After all, you had been gone a long time.
"He's alright, a little sick but I'm just covering his shift," you released a sigh. A tentative quiet fills the cabin as he drives, only the sound of rain against glass fills your mind.
"Hey," a soft warmth. "It's none of my business, especially with all the stuff you have to deal with. But have you talked to the Lees?"
It feels like there are sheets of ice underneath your feet, they crack under the weight of your thoughts. Yet all that comes out of your mouth is a yawn.
"My bad, you're probably tired. Why don't you catch some winks and I'll wake you up when we get there."
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#3
Plastic Knives
Warnings: Toxic relationship, brief mentions of abuse, depression, self-harm, scars, good ending
Cast: Jiu
Genre: Angst, hurt and comfort - Gn!reader x Jiu
Word Count: 2472
Average Read Time: 10 Minutes
AN: Here's an angsty Jiu one shot, that I barely finished in time for the end of Jiu day. Preemptive apologies abound. Pretty sure I covered everything, if I haven't you cant tell the general vibe.
A moonlight crested night, that's when you met Minji, underneath the haze of alcohol you didn't pay much attention to her.
That said more about the amount of alcohol you had imbibed than anything. Even under the effervescent haze, you knew she was special… different.
Still you paid no heed to her, to you she was simply another person – here for a good time not a long time.
A friend of a friend, the alcohol bubbled through your veins. A different person with your voice.
Someone happy.
Fake words bubble past your lips, like lines off a script.
Nothing but a role – someone who had their life together.
Even amongst the heavy blare of bass and distorted neon lights, her smile remained in your mind even as the poison in your veins sought to strike every memory off the record.
Part of you wished it succeeded.
Yet, part of you ached terribly, wistfully so. Time was a cruel mistress, but you would have begged, if it meant you were with Jiu forever.
Yet, the world twists and turns against your beck and call, she was nothing but an illusion nursed by your own brain to fight against frayed edges of your stress fractured mind.
A single ray of light admit darkness.
Her smile a single fractured memory present in your mind, like the vaporous hint of a good dream.
Radiance held close to your soul, an instinctual comfort.
Pain blooms through your skull, months after. Piercing through your right eye.
The least of your worries – or wounds.
Stress was your smallest enemy. Your biggest enemy? The lack of painkillers in your shared apartment. Your hands scrounging through any and every draw, praying for sweet relief.
Yet as you scan through your apartment, you know there's only one course of action.
A trip to the supermarket, an easy enough task you ponder as you wrestle with a long sleeve.
You almost forget about your bruised flesh as you depart. Your body aches as you make the slow trek, muscles sore, slow and drained.
Caffeine would probably help too.
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#2
Ramyun + Extras | Yoohyeon x Reader
Prompt: "I still have your phone number memorized even though I haven’t called you since we split and somehow I remembered it even though I’ve had like six shots of bourbon, and hey, I know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive"
Warning: Angst, mentions of poverty and alcohol
Cast: Yoohyeon
Genre: Post-break up AU - Reader x Ex-Yoohyeon
Word Count: 3065
Average Read Time: 12 minutes
Sunlight floods your kitchen as the pot boils, a smile crosses your face with serenity in tow.
You were at peace, the rough months and urgent move behind you. Delicate fingers cross over your bicep, a soft voice hangs in the air. "Ramyun?" you hear the smile.
"Of course my love," a smile tugs at the edges of your face. Fingers reach hers in a tender embrace, sparkles dot her eyes.
The wisps of stars in the safety of the night sky.
The noodles bubble in the pot drawing you back. "Extras?" She offers, clasping a knife in her hand.
"Yeah, I'd love some extras," you press a kiss into her brow, a giggle leaves her lips. Something escapes your lips before you can even think.
"You're the love of my life," her smile widens at your words, crescent moon eyes and you can't help but think about how you'd give her the world. The sails of your heart filled with the winds of her love.
She pulls you closer, a sweet, soft embrace. "You're the love of my life," her words echo, repeated back at you, a cute smile dots her lips. "You're the extras to my ramyun."
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My #1 post of 2022
For Your Eyes Only | Yoohyeon x Reader
Content/Warning: Mostly fluff, though as is inevitable when I write there is some angst and extremely brief mentions of bad previous relationships.
Requested: Yes
Cast: Yoohyeon, Ryujin and Jiu, Yeji is mentioned
Genre: Soulmate AU
Word Count: 3780
Average Read Time: 15 minutes
English.
Unknown letters and syllables, a smile tickles its way across her face.
Her fingers linger and trace over words. A tender, soft, delicate touch.
A seedling finds root in her chest.
A small dim light twinkling in her chest, hope
Your fingers crest ivory keys, smooth butter-like chords trickle into your studio. One word echoes through your mind.
Safe.
Living in a new country was a difficult experience dotted with language barriers. But new and difficult was good, to fail was to get better after all.
You grasp your water bottle, a quick sip is all you need before you switch to drums. Part of you missed the sweet sour tang of energy drink.
Even with your headphones on you notice someone peer into your studio. A smile blooms on to your lips, an almost silent knock on the wall next to the door.
Your fingers and thoughts are almost too lost in the process, too focused on kicks, snares and 808s. You feel familiar fingers jolt across your shoulders.
An attempt at a surprise.
You slide the cuffs of your headphones off your ears turning to meet Ryujin. "Hm?"
A sour frown greets you, a pointed roll of her eyes.
A chuckle threatens to spill past your lips.
"You know the album is done right?" A teasing smirk licks at her lips. "You can go home and relax."
The thought did cross your mind, "it's a personal project."
"Right, right…" her chuckle tickles your ear. You hadn't realised how close she clung to you. "Where have I heard that one before? How many projects is it now?"
You can't help but roll your eyes slightly, she meant well.
"This one is different," you quickly point out.
You watch as her eyes scan over yours, looking for any hint of a lie, like a focused beam of light. In another universe she'd make a good detective or hunter.
"... Fine fine," a groan passes through her lips as she pulls back. "Well let me know if you finish with your little project. Me and Yeji are going out for drinks, but I have a sneaking suspicion she's gonna bail."
You give her a nod, fingers focused on the bass line. Your mind humming along to your escape, a skill you picked up during a bad relationship.
Back when you just needed to express yourself.
Yet with no pain in your system, your thoughts drift like wood in the ocean. Early nascent thoughts of hope and yearning.
Days filled with poetry as you avoided backlogged assignments in high-school. When you truly believed in having a soul mate.
Your brain fumbles through song ideas, your ears admire your finished rhythm, though it was only an instrumental if you had no lyrics.
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Greetings and salutations, hope I don’t bother you to much. May I please have a romantic matchup for blue exorcist and death note?
I use they/it pronouns and I’m pansexual with no gender preference in particular. I’m a minor. My Myers Briggs type is INFJ and Enneagram type is 4. My star sign is Taurus, moon sign is Gemini.
Im about 4’11..not to happy about it. I’m rather introverted, and can be considered not a people person. I find life a little nihilistic. I’m into dressing in all black and taking a liking to gruesome and morbid things like slashers, Tim Burton, death games, true crime documentaries, poetry, necromancy and anatomy. I typically consider myself a Gorehound. I also like to visit abandoned hospitals and houses just for fun, along with playing quite a few escape rooms. I just have a genuine comfort in the uncomfortable.
I get a lot of monikers from friends and family like "discount vomitboyx", "doomer boy kinnie", and "Remake of Daria" before. I’ve come to the conclusion I just scare people off. In reality, I’m intimidated by everyone around me and find it hard to start conversing, which may or may not come off as rude to people.
When I finally become comfortable with someone I start to become really sarcastic and joke around with them with witty banter. Most of my humor comes off really insulting, but I’ll apologize and say it’s a joke if it becomes a problem. Even though I do have a hard time understanding physical social cues.
Lots of people don’t like me or stay away from me because of my rude behavior. I’m not good with overly sensitive or overly annoying people at all because of that, and I can’t stand kids. Idiocy can get on my nerves too sometimes. I’m a huge animal person though. I have my moments where I can get really feisty, or very quiet and closed off. I’ve been told I’m also a laidback person.
I’m the type of person that has lots of opinions on things but I keep them to myself and bottle them up. If pushed far enough I’ll become unforgiving, and aggressive. Especially with the types mentioned above.
I find the most comfort in just being in my room drawing, reading and or listening to music ( Motionless in White, Deftones, System of a Down, Slipknot, Rob Zombie,,, sometimes Will Wood, The Front Bottoms, Jazmin Bean or Mother Mother, etc. ), or even occasionally playing video games or reading and talking about Greek mythology or some random documentary I read. I also do acting in my spare time, which I find really fun. My interests tend to be very restricted, and I shut down easily getting into new things.
I’m a plushie maniac and when I fall asleep you can always see me cuddled up to one of them. I find it because I’m really touch starved. I’m guilty of being very submissive and maybe even masochistic- and a bit of a pyromaniac. I dissociate or daydream a lot, so you can often catch me starring.
I suffer from a handful off mental and physical syndromes like autism, GERD, arthritis, asthma, depression and anxiety. These have all been diagnosed professionally, and I’m definitely not trying to make myself "quirky". I have stims where I bite the inside of my cheek, pull my hair, crack or pop my bones, pick at scabs, fidget with my fingers or toy and bounce my leg. I even hiss or squeal when I’m upset, I’ve punched in a wall before by accident. I’ve also been developing a eating disorder. You don’t need to rocmantasize this stuff ofc, but I think it’s good to know so the person can tolerate me.
To end on something lighter, my favorite song as of right now is “Chop Suey! by System of a Down”. A classic, but still never gets old in my opinion.
you do get to this, thanks for your time. It means a lot. <33
Thank you for requesting 💙
Blue exorcist I match you with....Rin!
You could never scare him off lol. He is the kindest and wanted to get to know you as soon as he saw you. He would love to watch true crime, but would get a little scared watching horror movies (which is funny because he fights demons). He would buy you many plushies (bonus points if he finds one that looks like him to give to you). He is very cuddly, and would definitely cuddle you in his sleep. He is the absolute sweetest and I think he would love you so much.
Death note I match you with....Mello!
Although it took him awhile to warm up to you, he loves you to bits. You like slashers, gore? Good so does he. He seems like the type to know really good ones. He loves to have sarcastic back and forth with you (he finds it cute when you start it). He love everything about you, and he just cares about you a lot. I think you both would do so well together.
I hope you like it🖤
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Could you please do a fanfic for a male version of Yandere! Lady Dimitrescu (from Resident Evil Village game) with the reader.
I really like the Resident Evil franchise but I'm too lazy to know what the hell is happening in the older games XD I'm so sorry about that-
I loved watching playthroughs of Resident Evil Village (can't buy the game ;-;), but I felt like it was a bit empty, idk- I felt like the lords weren't really explored enough.
Also the Duke is the best husbando in the whole game- Fight me! >:3
TW/Tags: GN = Gender Neutral, I normally forget to properly name it when it's gender neutral, most of the time I just say "reader" // maybe ooc // lazy genderbent, I'm terrible with names // size difference // servant reader // mentions of gore/cuts/bruises/blood and deaths (and torture- I'm so sorry-) // reader gets hurt // mentions of vomiting
It's Dinner Already [Yandere!M!Dimitrescu x GN!Reader - Short Fanfiction]
It's dinner time already, unfortunately for you, of course.
It feels almost like a routine at this point- Which in a way, it is! You always take care of your tasks during the day, while dreading the inevitable time for dinner to arrive again.
Everyday, at this exact same hour, you and the other servants would prepare a meal for Lord Dimitrescu and his lovely… Sons…
As someone who has started "working" for their family only a month ago, you can positively say: Starving in the cold woods next to your village would have probably been a more merciful death than the ones you have witnessed at this place. You weren't as accustomed to such brutal executions at your village, actually you hardly even witnessed so much death, at least not so up close.
When you came here, you didn't expect to be instantly comforted and treated with respect- You were a commoner looking for an possibility to thrive in a noble's house, you were basically an easy target for any entitled selfish lord to easily belittle you and make you work for them until your hands would turn to dust. Yet nothing could have prepared you for such an odd situation.
Vampires. Monsters. Fiends if you were bold enough to insult them. You weren't exactly welcomed as much as you were snatched in and now forever trapped inside this castle. You can still hear their laughter… Their insane expressions of pure glee, the way they have bursted into maliciously laughing at your pain as you screamed for help trying to open up their door again and be free from that nightmare.
The chase didn't last even a second, they stabbed your legs with their scythes and brought you deeper inside this hellhole, as you cried your eyeballs out. The sons had brought you back inside so their father could take a look at the "intruder".
An absolute titan amongst the mortals. His height was only a sick reminder of how much power he had over the castle, over his sons, and now- Over you.
He may not have been as massive as he was threatening as you remind him to be, but at the time you were just in awe of his height considering you have never seen someone as tall and as mighty.
Then again- You have never seen vampires as well. Were they the same vampires as the books you've read as a kid? You weren't so sure of it…
You were hoping that if you begged for life and for forgiveness for having disturbed their peace, that they could spare you and let you go back to your village. Sadly enough, you commented on how you were only trying to look for a job as a servant.
You probably shouldn't have given them ideas, but it's too late to think about your mistakes now, however.
The sons begged to see your blood spilled, yet Lord Dimitrescu was merciful enough to grant you your "wish", as he said.
It has been a month ever since you were trapped inside and forced to work as a miserable little servant, and even if you didn't suffer the worst forms of punishments that they had in-store for you, you couldn't help but fantasize about just running away and never turning back.
You're so tired of this castle, of the smell of carnage, of the undeserved and over the top punishments, and especially of the people who would subjugate you to such things.
But at last, it's dinner time already, and you can't keep them waiting.
You feel your hands shaking as you walk out of the kitchen and into the dining room where the masters of the castle were so graciously waiting for you. You know what they're waiting for- But you can't let them distract you, for those that commit accidents are faced with fates worse than death.
Although you would rather do this process quickly, you can't afford mistakes to happen, so you take your time to set not only their meal in front of each one but to also pour "wine" into their glasses. You do all of this without looking directly into their eyes, only bowing down to each one and saying "excuse me"s in what they would call a "decent tone", as the smell of their disgusting beverage starts to irritate your nostrils. If you didn't know the main ingredient to Sanguis Virgins is, you probably wouldn't have this immense disgust over it, but right now just the thought of it makes you want to gag.
Only villains could so easily drink blood, and still make a living out of it.
Your internal thoughts of pure hatred against this whole situation almost completely blinded you to the fact that they were eerily, very quiet.
….
On most nights they would be talking with each other while occasionally making comments about you or your presence. Obviously they were all pretty nasty comments that they somehow expected you to back it up in some way or another, it's when they try to insert you into their conversation that makes you hate this occasion so badly, but it normally ends as quickly as it begins.
But as you are pouring wine to Lord's Dimitrescu, you notice that they haven't said a single thing while you were there. You stop what you're doing as you realize that they were silently observing you this whole time, and as you look into their expressions you come to think that maybe you have messed up-
Somehow, in some way or form, you may have messed up- And the fact this mistake could cost your head only agitates your already very worried mind.
….
A small moment of silence continues before the middle son, Cassandro, starts to chuckle in an almost innocent way- As if he was a kid who just said a bad word for the first time- And as he bursts into sudden laughter, Daniel leans towards Bello and loudly whispers:
"- I told you, they do this every time." To which Bello only replied with:
"- It's almost like hypnosis in a way."
The three sons were mesmerized by your ability to trap yourself in your own mind. They're probably aware that you do this as a defensive mechanism but they still find it comical in a weird way. You feel yourself get more tense as you look up at Lord Dimitrescu and see him staring back at you, with an unreadable expression across his face.
Before you could come up with an excuse to whatever you may have caused to disturb their dinner, the Lord himself spoke.
"- How inappropriate. As my sons, you three should know better than to laugh at our servant's airheaded mind-"
And as he said that, their smiles begin to disappear and be replaced with frowns and a bit of shame as they become stiff at their father's words.
"- And how inappropriate of you, too. To be so distracted in the presence of your masters, that's quite rude don't you think?"
But as he continued their bodies begin to relax once again as they realize he wasn't focusing on them- He was focusing on you.
Words have completely disappeared from your vocabulary as you start to think that maybe you won't be able to see another day after their meal is over. You try to mumble some possible responses before getting interrupted by him once again.
"- It's very rude, so very rude in fact that I think we deserve some answers. What were you so distracted about? What were you thinking that could have possibly taken over your small little head?"
Right now, he was sounding a bit condescending, thankfully not as angry as he would have been with the other servants right about now. Every little mistake was used as excuses for punishments- And if you were walking on thin ice before, right now you are one-step closer to breaking this entire lake and getting yourself killed by the freezing temperatures of the water below you.
Thanks to your luck (or maybe lack thereof, depending on how you see this) Daniel came to "your rescue" by coming up with an excuse for you.
"- Maybe they were hungry." He said without any indications of it being a joke or a lie- As the youngest yet craziest of the bunch, he always had that weird "naive yet dangerous" energy coming from him. He was naive enough to make that statement when it's very clear that you actually despise being near them, but he still was a son of Dimitrescu.
You know better than to underestimate any of these people.
The Lord didn't seem completely convinced as he side eyed Daniel who was blissfully eating his meal without acknowledging his dad's glance or his brother's looks of disapproval.
Without a warning you were pulled closer by your wrist and forced into sitting next to the Lord, who made a sign for another servant to bring you your food. This… Doesn't feel right at all, you're waiting for the worst to come yet you don't feel like you can ever prepare yourself enough for what they have in store.
"- M-My Lord- This isn't needed, I'm fine. I'll just continue my duties, if you can excuse me-" You plead, while trying to get up from your chair.
"- Oh but what host would I be if I didn't take better care of my guests? Poor thing, you must be starving if you can barely serve us wine-" And as his tone gets progressively more sarcastic and a bit louder, you can hear his sons snickering from the other side of the table, but you can't see them since you can't take your eyes away from him.
You're worried that if you look away for just one second, that you may not be able to see ever again.
"- It's so sad when one of our guests feels hungry- What's worse is when we are also very, very hungry."
"- Thirsty, even!"
"- Oh, I can feel my throat drying just at the thought of such misery!- Our dinner seems to be ruined."
You hear their whispers, you hear how they are clearly joking about this- How overly dramatic they're being over something so miniscule as you just- Ignoring them.
Let me remind you this is all because you refuse to look them in the eyes, that you refuse to give them any satisfaction for the heinous things they have done! You've seen so many people get hurt inside this castle only for their sick and twisted thirst and entertainment.
"- Indeed, my boys. My appetite is ruined, though dinner is not over yet-" Lord Dimitrescu spoke as he looked at his sons clearly enjoying your inevitable pain, but before he could continue he turns himself to you again, putting a hand on your arm and saying:
"- Wouldn't you agree?" Loud enough so that his sons could hear it, but soft enough to send the tiniest shivers down your spine.
"- …!"
"- No, no- Please, not again!-" He wouldn't dare do this, would he??
But before you could react he had already done it, you barely noticed how fast he had grabbed that knife to slice your wrist- His hand firmly gripping your arm as he made a deep enough cut so that your blood could be easier to access.
It somehow hurts just as badly as the first time his sons have stabbed your ankles and dragged you across the floor- At least you're not bumping into things like before, and even if it's a deep cut it's not as big as it could be if he used his claws to actually do this.
Oh, oh those claws- You almost thought he would use them on you… Those were something else. You can't remember exactly what happened, and why it happened, but you remember seeing him use those on another servant who may have crossed the line at some point.
Well "crossed the line"- More like "casually inconvenienced him". Lord Alcino may act like an incredibly high noble but he acts so childishly and in such an egotistical manner that you are surprised he can even have a castle like this in the first place! You don't remember what the servant has done to be so cruelly dismantled, but you don't doubt that it was for a stupid reason!
You miss that servant actually- Probably the only person who you actually talked with, and the first one to actually taught you how to do your job… You two could have been friends if he didn't intervene.
You briefly remember those moments before getting to experience the most weird sensation of all- Having your bloody cut be licked and sucked on. It hurts and it stings in a way that not only makes you want to cry but to also gag at the thought of you feeding this monster.
You refuse to look at him even in this scenario, you refuse to see him feeding off your blood… Sometimes you wish you were just as poisonous as some species of frogs, poisonous enough to make his mouth burn so he can experience a fraction of the pain he causes to others.
You tried fleeting away, you tried getting up and moving away but his grip on your arm only helped you in getting closer to him- You have your eyes closed as your only option is to cry and muffle your agony.
But as always, he is not satisfied with you just ignoring him. This was supposed to be a lesson, yet you're clearly avoiding your teacher as best as you can- But not today, little flower, you're not getting out of this so easily.
This is the first time he ever got to really taste your blood, as normally you would be behind the other servants while trying to learn how to please him, the only moments where he gets to see you is when it's dinner time, but oh- You're just so cruel!
Escaping inside your own little head while he has to content himself with just your image. Your presence is very much appreciated around this hour, little one-
He has noticed this before, of course, but it was only when he noticed his son's curiosity over the way you behave around them that made him organize this little trap. He didn't have everything planned actually, his plan only involved getting to this moment no matter what- And oh boy, has luck been on his side!
Your blood tastes better than expected of a commoner, your delicate and fearful whines of pain are just as delightful but what really gets him is this tough persona you try to convince everyone you have- You despise him, and it's clear to see why- But he knows his charms will probably work on you one way or the other.
He gripped your face trying to make sure you'll get to him in the eyes as he has a taste of you. Absolutely delicious, especially after you so gracefully "ruined" their dinner.
His sons were just watching as they continued to drink from their crimson glasses. They were just enjoying the show, as everything seems to easily amuse them- Their father was just showcasing how they were so much better than the common folk, and they have no other option but to take notes and to remember what they have to do if they ever feel ignored by the servants in the castle: Show who are the true masters of this place.
None of them were really interested in drinking from you, considering how all three seemed to recognize how their father has taken a liking towards you. No one would dare mess with their father's prey.
If you had enough strength in you, you would start vomiting as soon as this has started, but the more he takes from you the more you feel like you can barely stay conscious.
He wasn't supposed to take so much, at least not so soon- He wanted to just take a sip but he can't deny the fact he would rather drown himself in your blood than to let go.
He sighs, as he notices that you're slowly getting less and less aggressive, getting more and more tired as he drains you from this cut.
You're not unconscious yet, just barely stable enough to understand what's going on.
"- Sigh… Now that was a decent enough meal." He can't praise you for being tasty, can't have you being cocky around him.
"- Here, since I'm done here I'll take you to the servant's living quarters- And because I'm so kind I'll make sure that wound is safely secured and cleaned, so here- Come along now."
And as he stood up he offered you his hand so you could get up yourself, but you don't have enough energy to walk yourself to your room, thankfully you're already ready to go to bed and wish to never wake up again.
And as the nightmare never ends, he decides that if you are going to be difficult then you leave him no choice but to carry you there. How much has he taken from you?? Jesus, he should learn some self-control before doing this again- The absolute brute that he is.
Your vision may be a little screwed over because of the lack of red cells running through your body at the moment- But you have a weird feeling that you two aren't heading towards the servant's living quarters, as you feel like you two are quite literally going in the opposite direction.
Oh but it's fine- Right?
It'll be fine. Surely. After all, he already took what he wanted from you, and he doesn't seem to need more so- You probably won't have to worry about anything right now, dinner time is already over, you can finally relax now….
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So I'm sick again- Sorry y'all, I just have a horrible immune system and I really don't understand what is wrong with me-
I'm sorry if you didn't like this boo :(
#sheep's stuff#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere vampire x reader#yandere lady dimitrescu#yandere lord dimitrescu#yandere lord dimitrescu x reader#gn!reader#yandere fanfic#yandere fanfiction#yandere short fanfiction#special delivery request#special delivery short fanfiction#m!lady dimitrescu#male lady dimitrescu
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dear @teenwolfholidayfest
all i want this year is...
- a fic from the POV of the cashier at the hardware store where Stiles gets all his werewolf-containing chains, wondering what the FUCK this guy is getting up to in his spare time
- a Laura & Derek/Sterek based off of this edit right here - Frozen AU with Laura as Elsa, Derek as Anna, and Stiles as Kristoff
- a Laura & Jackson fic based off of this aesthetic - Peter gets the alpha power some other way (so Laura isn’t dead) and bites Jackson very early on, Jackson becomes the kanima, and Laura’s drive to avenge her family makes her his new master
- a Stackson fic based off of this edit - secret agent Stiles tasked with eliminating dangerous supernatural creatures who gets ordered to take kanima!Jackson out but ends up falling in love with his unsuspecting mark
- any fic/gifset/whatever with polyglot!Derek showing off his multiple languages, i am a SLUT for polyglot!Derek but can’t do it myself cuz i am but a sad monolingual american pls help
- a fic/gifset/anything dealing with Jackson in the post-kanima fallout, struggling in the aftermath of what was done to him and what he was made to do - nightmares and flashbacks and dissociative issues, THE WORKS
- Derek in therapy, please someone write me Derek going to therapy
- a Stackson fic with temporary amnesia - Jackson losing his memory completely for whatever reason and Stiles realizing that Jackson without all the baggage and pretense is actually kind of......sweet?? like, removing the memories reveals the Jackson that could be buried underneath all the performative assholeishness, and fuck Stiles actually likes that version of Jackson
- art of nonbinary Stalia meeting in the middle of the gender presentation spectrum - Stiles with nail polish and earrings, Malia with a buzzcut and unshaven legs, both in matching plaid, of course
- any endgame Steather fic, i don’t even care what it’s about or what universe it’s set, i just need some Steather in my life T^T
- a Sciles fic where Stiles is super easily flustered by sincerity (he’s big on jokes and sarcasm, okay, there’s a reason for that!! indirect confessions of love only in this house!!!) which is unfortunate because Scott is a very earnest person, and every time Scott says something sweet or sappy, Stiles just spontaneously combusts on the spot like NOOO STOOOOPPPP and turns into a blushy squirmy mess. Scott loves to see it XD
- a fic/gifset/whatever of SOME kind of Derek & Cora interaction, set in 3A, that actually makes it clear that they have a lifetime of history together. canon completely neglected that they were siblings with a shared childhood and probably had, like, inside jokes and nicknames and embarrassing anecdotes about each other and could make references to people and events they both remembered but nobody else knew, and it would all be super bittersweet and painful in the context of 3A. i am just starved for canon-compliant Derek & Cora content, yo
- a fic where Heather, Harley, and Danny all know each other and they meet up regularly to bitch about all the obnoxious supernatural bullshit going on that they don’t want to get involved in (but also they kind of run interference in the background and cover for the pack when they get into trouble, providing alibis and plausible explanations without the pack ever knowing about all the help they’re getting)
- theater AUs!! any characters, any pairing, i just really love theater AUs and there aren’t nearly enough in this fandom
thanks!!!
clotpolesonly
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Family (part II)
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Words: 1855
A/N: So, part two. There will be at least two more parts, one with the rest of the pregnancy, but it takes more time than expected, so this part and the next parts will be shorter.
Warnings: -
Part I
Week 12
“Spencer,” you called out as he was pacing through the room. When he didn’t listen, you sat up more and leaned forward. “Honey, would you please sit down.” He turned to you and brushed his fingers through his hair. “Shouldn’t the doctor be here already?” he asked and you shook your head slightly, a smile crossing your face. You reached out for him and he came closer, taking your hand and allowing you to pull him down next to you. “She’ll be here any moment. This is just a routine examination, it’s not like the baby will pop out right now.” He huffed out a half-hearted laugh. “I know.” There was a pause where he looked down at your stomach. “How come I’m more nervous than you?” he asked and you took his other hand in yours as well, rubbing your thumbs over the back of his palms. “I’m going to freak out soon enough, don’t worry,” you laughed.
When Doctor Harper entered the room, you stood up to shake her hand. “Mrs. Reid, good to see you again. And I see you brought your husband,” she said and introduced herself to him. He responded with an awkward wave which she didn’t seem to mind. She only nodded and gestured you to lie down. Spencer took a seat next to you, the doctor sat down on the other side.
“You’re at about twelve weeks now, right?” she asked and you nodded. “Yeah, that isn’t too early to come here, right?” She shook her head. “Would you lift your shirt up? I want to take a look at the little one.” You did as you were asked and smiled at Spencer. The doctor spread some gel across your stomach and you followed her gaze to the monitor.
She looked at the screen for a moment then turned to you with a smile. “Looks like the child is very healthy and developing correctly. Would you be interested in knowing the gender?” You nodded after exchanging a gaze with your husband. The doctor moved the device across your stomach once more, then furrowed her brow and leaned in closer. “Is something wrong?” you asked, suddenly nervous. “No, I don’t think so. They baby is healthy but... oh,” she exclaimed suddenly and you looked at Spencer. There was worry in his eyes. “It seems like you are expecting twins,” she explained and you stared at her, then the monitor. “Twins? Are you sure?” Harper’s eyes were still glued to the monitor and she nodded firmly. “100% sure. And both of your girls are healthy. Congratulations,” she replied, now turning towards you with a smile.
You then turned towards Spencer who seemed just as surprised as you. “Are you okay?” you asked, squeezing his hand and he nodded. “Yeah, just blown away.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you smiled, trying to blink away sudden tears of happiness. “That changes some things,” you huffed and Harper nodded. “Yes but don’t worry, whatever you need, we’ll help you.” You shot her a thankful smile, then she put away the handle. “Would you like to hear the heart beats?”
You nodded again. Spencer gripped your hand a little tighter while the doctor took another device and started searching for a spot. When you heard the sound, tears again threatened to spill. Spencer pressed a kiss to your knuckles as you both listened to the fluttering heartbeats.
You hooked your arm onto his as you left the building. The smile still hadn’t left his face and that sight warmed your heart. “You haven’t told your team yet, right?” you asked and she shook his head. “You said you wanted to plan something.” You slipped your hand into his and hummed. “Yeah. Your birthday is coming up soon. Can you invite them for dinner? My family is coming already and I thought this was a good opportunity to tell all of them at once,” you explained and he nodded. “Also, I thought maybe you could send one of the sonograms to your mother, when you writer her?” He hummed quietly, thinking about it, then said, “Yeah, maybe it’s best that way.”
“No, how about some pizza? I’m starving,” you changed the subject and he chuckled, tugging you towards the car. “How about you order some in, then it should be there when we’re home.”
Week 18
You woke up and groaned slightly. Since two days your back was hurting when you woke up. “Good morning,” Spencer greeted you and pressed a soft kiss to your neck, causing you to smile. You turned to him and brushed your fingers through the mess of hair. “Morning,” you replied and he tilted his head slightly. “Still the back pains?” he asked to which you only nodded. “Yeah. I will have to get used to that. Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as I make it seem. I’m just whiny,” you said with a grin and pecked his lips before sitting up.
“Okay, I’m making breakfast. Want anything special?” He shook his head and leaned back, stretching slightly. You looked at him, trying to treasure this moment. He looked so innocent and calm with his guard down and no worries on his mind. When you didn’t move, he looked up at you and there was no sorrow behind his hazel eyes. “Is something wrong?” he asked, furrowing his brow. You shook you head, leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto the crease until it smoothed out. “I love you, you know that, right?” you mumbled against his skin, a sudden knot tying in your throat. “More than anything in the world and I wouldn’t exchange what we have for anything else.” You brushed your thumb across his cheeks and his hands came up to cup yours, gently moving your face so he could look at you, immediately seeing the tears that welled up. “Are you sure you’re alright?” You nodded with a smile. “Yeah. I just... I don’t know, I guess I just got emotional,” you explained and he smiled lightly. “Okay. Do you want me to go and prepare breakfast?” You only shook your head, pressed another kiss to his forehead and then stood up to go into the kitchen.
Spencer wandered into the kitchen just as you were done and snaked his arms around your waist. “You know, you have to allow to help me to help someday. You can’t keep doing everything by yourself,” he mumbled matter-of-factly and you huffed out a laugh. “Well, I’m trying to put it off as long as possible to spare you from either of us freaking out.” He chuckled, his hand lightly trailing over the bump your stomach had become. “We’ll see about that.”
Week 20
You rubbed your neck and sighed as you bent down slowly to pull the lasagna out of the oven. You rubbed put it down on the counter then sat down for a second to rub your slightly swollen ankles. “Everything okay?” Spencer asked as he stepped into the kitchen. He stepped up behind you and started to gently massage your shoulders. You hummed in content and you head rolled forward as you closed your eyes. “Please never stop doing that,” you mumbled and he laughed quietly. “I don’t think my team will appreciate that.” You blindly swatted backwards in his general direction but couldn’t help but smile.
The bell rang and you sighed, straightening up again. “Okay, let’s get on with it.” You stood up and carried the lasagna to the table. “Are you sure you want to do this? You look exhausted. They’ll understand if we call it off,” he said, following you and the bell rang again. You turned and placed your hands on his chest to stop him. “Yes I am sure, honey. Now, please, stop fussing over me and let my parents in.” He smiled, shook his head and kissed you before answering the door. Of course you were right. One didn’t need to be a profiler to know your parents would be there early. You straightened your shirt, glad it was loose enough to cover up your figure at least for this evening.
You watched as Spencer was greeted by your mother with a kiss on the cheek and shook your father’s hand. While it still looked somewhat awkward he had warmed up to them more since he first met them. Your mother kissed your cheek once she reached you. “Oh darling, you look so beautiful tonight. It feels so long since we’ve seen each other, we should meet up for dinner more often.” You only smiled and nodded. “That would be great.”
Over the next thirty minutes the others arrived and you started to eat after everyone congratulated Spencer for his birthday. Your parents and his team seemed to get along splendid, exchanging stories as if they had known each other for years already. You smiled and shot Spencer a look, taking his hand and squeezing it shortly. “Oh, Y/N,” your mother started, “Jenna said she tried to come but university is taking all her time, so she is sorry she couldn’t make it.” You nodded slightly. Your younger sister was currently attending med school. You were extremely proud of her and understood why she was missing. “It’s alright. We’ll call her later. I wanted to do that anyway to catch up on stuff,” you replied with a smile and you could see relief on your mother’s face. She was always worried to offend someone.
Once everyone was finished, you cleared off the table after declining JJ’s help while the others chatted for a bit. “Anyone want a beer?” you called out from the kitchen and took the bottles that were asked for out of the fridge. Finally, you pulled the envelope with the sonograms out of the kitchen drawer and pushed it into your back pocket with a sigh, before lifting the tablet with the beer bottles and carrying it out into the dining room.
After you handed out all the bottles, you sat back down. Morgan was the first one to notice that you were the only one without a drink. “Hey, what about you? Not drinking tonight?” he asked and you glanced at Spencer, before shrugging slightly and saying, “Well, yeah. Won’t do that for a couple of months now, then we’ll see.” Some clicked faster and suddenly JJ leaned forward. “You’re pregnant?” Your mother gasped when you nodded and you carefully pulled out the envelope, offering it to her. She pulled out the pictures, studying them with a furrowed brow.
“So, eating for two now?” Morgan jokes and you huff out a laugh. “For three, to be precise,” you reply with a crooked grin.
Spencer shut the door behind your parents and exhaled. “Well, that was far more exhausting than expected,” he hummed and you snickered, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his chin. “Well, they’re our families. I expected nothing less.” You could feel him smile into your hair before he took your hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. “Still, now we need some sleep.”
Part III
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Tag game!
Tagged by the Speedmeme herself: @yarewagon
Rules: Answer 30 questions. Tag 10 blogs you want to get to know better.
Nickname(s): Lemon and Marie.
Like 90% of all my self inserts are named Marie (sometimes marina or mariana) so sometimes I forget that it isnt actually my real name
Occasionally people will call me Preuss and it always make me feel so cool B’)
there’s also RiRi (RyeRye), but only my mom calls me that, so dont (ง •̀_•́)ง
Gender: Female (But I’m down with any pronouns bc I’m pretty fluid 👍)
Sign: Libra (Yeah I am was a dirty homestuck, fight me)
Height: 5″4 (162 cm)
((but I feel like I’m 2 ft bc my brother is 6″4, friggen titan lookin ass...)
Current time: 2:02 PM
Favourite band(s):
(( I like a bajillion bands and 90% of them are super edgy, dont judge me ;w;))
The edgy bands I usually listen to (mostly while drawing or animating): mother mother, Perfect Circle, mindless self indulgence, glass animals, sickkick, mutemath, getscared, highly suspect, celldweller, creature feature, angelspit, In this moment, Mac Demarco, Crywank, andrew jackson jihad, Yungblud, arctic monkeys, twenty one pilots, the neighborhood, weathers, nicole dollanganger
Sweeter bands: Cavetown, gregory and the hawk, jukebox the ghost, fun
The bands that I've been a fan of for so long that I have listen to all their albums at least a billion time: Paramore, Panic at the disco, the hoosiers, mumford and sons, Perfect Circle, mindless self indulgence, creature feature
Also all the bands Yarewagon listed: Gorillaz, Franz Ferdinand, Studio Killers, Florence + The Machine, Daft Punk (these are 10/10, good choice op)
Favourite solo artist(s): hhhhh my monkey brain is too simple for this tbh, if you make music you are a band, that’s just how it is. ;w;
Song stuck in my head:
I have at least five songs stuck in my head at all times bc I’m constantly listening to music, singing and doing animations to music
Some In my head rn are: Cavetown- Lemon boy, Flyleaf- I’m so sick, Glass Animals- Pork soda
Last movie I saw: Black panther (?)
Last show I watched: JOJO
When did I create my blog: April 2013 HOLY SHIT
What do I post: It’s changed A LOT the past few years but I’ve always tried to mainly post my art
my first posts were like minecraft hetalia and mlp posts and rebloged a lot of “haha lel teh random” shit (￣︶￣;)
then it’s been back and forth with mlp, fallout, homestuck, and dont starve
but now im a JOJO blog ☆*~ ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃ ~*☆
(I might still post homestuck stuff occasionally tho hhh)
Last thing I googled: Emoticons ＼(・ω・)/
Do I have any other blogs: Yes... a lot. actually
but the only ones I ever really use are-
@agreatbountyofshame which is my self insert blog
and
@koji-motion-clone-commotion which is a blog that’s a total mess to explain but basically I revamped some super old characters of mine and decided to make it like an osomatsu-san boot-leg
I also technically has a NSFW blog but It’s horrible and I almost never post there so ://///
I have like two mlp ask blogs but they’re dead, rest in piss you tiny anime horses.
Do I get asks: Ehhh, that depends on the blog.
I used to get asks for my dont starve blog occasionally, but I kinda lost interest and didnt answer them as often, My Koji-Motion blog gets some but they usually come from Deviant art,
my pony blogs were flooded, pony blogs get so much attention Y’all, I die.
I super love getting asks though!
So if you have a spare second or two please send any random ask to either of my other blogs, (or even this one, though this isnt really an ask blog)
I’d love you forever, thanks
Why did I choose my URL: Bc I super vibe with Okuyasu and bein gay
(also I made a long list of jojo character names but fused with another word and I figgin loved this one)
Following: 332
Followed by: 366 and I love all of you thank you so much, you fill me with so much heart feel good energy.
Average hours of sleep: Either 12, 4, or 0. sleep is wack Y’all
Lucky number: 7 but I also like 5 and all even numbers. they’re reliable number
Instruments: In order of most to least experience- Piano, recorder, and Guitar
What am I wearing: “a t-shirt and shorts a true fashion icon” SAAAAAAME
Dream job: “Animator or a concept artist would be rad” YASS QUEEN OH MY GOD, But I’d also kill to be a story board artist, jghsdkgfk
Favourite food: hhhh all? all foods? I have a super sweet tooth tho so I guess baked foods and candy
Nationality: American (The rest of my family is hella German tho so I’m exotic white bread ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
Favourite song: n-no. I cant. Pwease (*T▽T*) there are to many
Last book I read: Oh jesus who knows. I’m to busy listening to people read for me to ACTUALLY read, lmao.
Top 3 fictional universes I wanna join:
#1: JOJO, but only if I had a stand, otherwise what’s even the point ┐(￣ー￣)┌
#2: Homestuck but only if I was a player duh. who wouldnt want the chance to have an amazing adventure even at the risk of horrible death? ... Okay actually when I put it that way-
#3: uhhh Maybe the Oblivion/skyrim universe bc magic and adventure but also you can explore and just gather shit if you want. (not a big fan of the whole cival war thing tho, ghfdghdfg )
otherwise I guess the pokemon universeor an anime universe where I have any sort of powers ヽ/❀o ل͜ o\ﾉ
I’ll tag some of my “biggest fans” and some other wonderful people:
@chernobylfailureter @ask-treats-sweets @happyeffect @okuyasustolemyheart @gingerweed-man
#Yarewagon you're one of those people filling me with heart feel good energy#Soon I will be unstoppable#>:))))#meme#log post#personal#about me
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My last fic of the year :D You can read it here or on AO3.
Assistance (ffxv, Regis & Noctis, g)
It's not "Bring Your Child To Work Day," but who is going to rebuke the grieving King?
Two weeks is what Regis permits himself and likely that is too indulgent. In their chambers, he cares for Noctis.
Noctis, who at six months old, cannot understand that his mother is never coming back. It seems to Regis that each generation of Kings learns of Death earlier. But it is a cynical and blank thought, and one that passes as quickly as all his thoughts these days do.
Regis grants himself two weeks of private mourning to care for his son and himself. It must suffice.
+
Two weeks and one day after Aulea’s passing, King Regis emerges from the privacy of his grief. When he leaves Noctis to the newly-hired nursemaid, his son wails—
And is still wailing with splintered voice when Regis returns some two hours later. Regis struggles to keep crushing disapproval from his countenance. “Has he wept all this time?”
Sage flinches, moments from weeping herself. “Your Majesty, I’m so sorry. I’ve tried everything.”
Astrals. His temples throb and the Ring weighs heavy, sipping unending at what sorrow and exhaustion have not already taken. What he would give—to take it off long enough to recover his strength…
No. What a selfish thought.
Regis stores away the disgust for himself, lest Sage think it directed at her. “He is young,” he murmurs, “And this unknowable change has come suddenly. Pray, be gentle with him. But do not blame yourself. Perhaps it is simply that he must cry.”
Sage nods and offers him his whimpering child. Noctis’s hair smells so soft when Regis presses his lips to the downy strands. “Hush now, dear one. Here I am,” he rumbles and rocks.
The added weight makes his joints creak—
So so tired. He staggers for the bed. “Thank you, Sage.” Regis dismisses her.
She hesitates, but leaves as directed. “I know,” he says to Noctis, allowing his son to cry into his shoulder. “I know. I find myself looking for her too. Waiting for her.” His throat threatens to close.
By some miracle, Noctis quiets. Perhaps he is too tired to carry on. Oh, but can Regis relate.
+
The next day, Regis leaves and returns to his son’s tears. Sage appears even more distraught, mouth pinched.
She is rocking the boy as Regis enters and crooning helplessly. Were Regis able to ache more than he already does, he’d ache fiercely for her. Poor woman. Newly hired, and expected to care for the grieving prince. But she was the best option as she is skilled in psychology and fighting both. Aulea chose her, as it was nearing the end, and Regis still trusts her with everything. “Thank you, Sage,” he says and gathers his son into his arms.
Noctis quiets. His tiny hands cling to the fabric of Regis’s collar. “Me too, dear one. I missed you, too.”
+
A week after that, King Regis returns once more to his screaming son. His son’s voice is scraped raw these days from the fierceness of his emotion. If Regis were permitted to yell with him, he absolutely would.
Every meeting he’s attended this week has yielded the same result. His son crying until Regis returns. Sage settles Noctis into Regis’s arms , and then lets herself out even as he thanks her. With his son in hand, Regis limps to the bed despite his back and knees complaining.
This cannot continue, he decides, as Noctis’s cries soften to whimpers. But he cannot hide here in the privacy of their chambers. With the situation in the Outlands as it is—no. He must stay in the public eye. His people need him as they face uncertainty, but this is intolerable.
“It’s all right, Noctis. I hear you. I hear what you’re saying. I swear to you that I shall not leave you.”
+
“Reg~! Don’t put the diaper bag in the Armiger!” Aulea had laughed, pulling on his ear until he was eye level with her. “I can’t get it out when you do that, you crazy man!”
Regis stashes the diaper bag in the Armiger, his wife’s ghost laughing and chastising in his ear all the while. He wraps the stretchy, soft blue sling around and around himself. “Here you are. Listening to these old nobles drone on about trade treaties should put you right to sleep, if you’re anything like your father.”
A wide yawn is Noctis’s only response to being fitted into the sling. He clutches his cactuar doll as he snuggles up against Regis’s chest. Six months old, and still he prefers sleep over all other activity.
Together, they go to work.
As ever, Clarus waits for Regis in the hallway outside the Council Chamber. He merely blinks, which is the most surprise Clarus will permit himself show. His voice is soft as it has been since Aulea took ill when he says, “Regis… You’re certain?”
“I’m a father, Clarus. My son needs me now.” Regis combs through his son’s unruly hair.
“I understand,” Clarus begins. Then he pauses, to consider his words carefully, so carefully, that he must be deciding how to best spare Regis’s feelings. “But surely he can stand to part with you for a two-hour meeting.”
“He needs me. I know that I am King, Clarus. I cannot lead by standing still in my grief,” Regis levels his oldest friend with an appraising look, wishing to reach out and not to reach out all at once. He could lean on Clarus, of course, but Clarus is already attending to most of the matters Regis should be. “Yet, my duty as King is to protect those under my charge. To protect my family. This includes, but is not limited to, my son. The Council can suffer a few interruptions so that I may attend my son. No one shall starve in the meantime.”
It occurs to him that he is shaking only when Clarus puts steadying hands on his shoulders. Clarus squeezes warmth into him. “Yes. You’re right. Perhaps I reacted too quickly. I am simply concerned because I know you feel strongly when and how Noctis should be introduced to the work of Kings.”
Regis relaxes beneath Clarus’s touch and nearly sags into the comfort like a tree that’s been blown into another, stronger tree. His friend, always trying to protect him, even from himself. Regis must be more gracious. “Thank you. I agree. For now, however, he is too young to understand. I doubt it will do him any harm… In the future, please continue to look out for him. That I do not place too much responsibility on my son.”
“I won’t let you become your father, Regis.”
His father had Regis attend general meetings and functions at ten, and the war council starting at thirteen. Regis knows where Clarus’s concern lay, but the criticism of his father sets Regis’s teeth on edge and makes the Ring pulse. “Thank you,” he says, throat thick as though he is ill, and the Ring is hot and heavy upon his finger. As it is whenever Regis is irreverent or ungrateful for its power. For his bloodright, and the bloodright he has now passed to his son. “Come. I’m anxious to see the stunned faces of the Council.”
The room falls silent as a royal tomb the moment Regis, Clarus, and Noctis sweep in with all the regality allotted to the Lucis line. Noctis sleeps soundly against Regis’s chest. The Council stares.
Laws about who can and cannot attend the meeting flash obviously through their minds. But it is permitted to bring children younger than two years. Unusual, but permitted. Largely to assist breastfeeding mothers, but there is no gender restriction.
And who here would tell the King how and when to grieve? Few of the Caelum line have been single parents to children so young. And it is not typically the Ruler who outlives their spouse.
No one knows what the protocol is, least of all Regis himself.
Regis seats himself at the table. “Forgive my tardiness. Shall we begin?”
+
The third time Noctis accompanies Regis to a meeting, Samuel, who is one of the men tasked with overseeing trade, approaches him. “Your Majesty, your son is very well behaved. Can he truly sleep through anything?”
Noctis is sprawled on a blanket on the floor with what must be fifty assorted toys. As many as Regis could stuff into the Armiger. He babbles at himself as he squeezes a squeaky toy. “I haven’t tested it yet.” Regis shifts in his seat. It hadn’t been a long meeting, but certainly a dull one. “But it seems as though he can sleep through Leviathan’s Awakening. I’m lucky, or it would be impossible to bring him here.”
It’s already difficult enough when Regis must stop the meeting to feed Noctis, or change him, or rock him, or the like. If Noctis cried often… It might have been impossible to bring Noctis with him.
“You are very lucky. How long will continue to bring him, Your Majesty?” Samuel asks, so casually. Regis cannot sense any veiled annoyance in him, but it is still an indelicate question.
“Likely until he can walk. After that, it will be too difficult for me to divide my attention.” It will be a sad day, indeed, even with the gladness of Noctis learning to walk.
Feeding Noctis during breaks, having him cradled close as he sleeps… it’s been lovely and it serves as a poignant reminder of what Regis is striving for. What his purpose is. Not that he has ever forgotten, but it is nice to have clarity of purpose even as the sorrow flows through his veins, even as the Ring drains and drains without care. With Noctis here to guide him—it’s as though he can finally see a future. A future where Noctis can be a King in peace. Where he will not have to sacrifice himself for the Wall.
Maybe there can finally be an end to all this War… If Regis and Lucis but take the right steps now, perhaps peace is the future Noctis can inherit.
“I’ll keep him with me as long as I can.”
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When Noctis is a little over a year old, he begins walking, and it comes time for Regis to stop bringing him to meetings altogether. That night, Regis holds Noctis and rocks him for hours. “You’ve been staying with Sage most days anyway. It shall be all right, but oh, I will miss these days.”
+
Noctis is thirteen when he catches his father’s sleeve as Regis stands from their lunch. “Dad…”
Regis puts a hand on his son’s head. “I’m sorry. I must attend this council meeting.”
Reports about commerce and infrastructure in the Outlands are always riveting, especially given that most of the meetings result in half the Council digging their heels in and merely repeating over and over that the Niflheim Influence in the Outlands is too great and Something must be done. As if anyone in the room had forgotten this. If they then offered suggestion that would not merely result in more casualties, then perhaps they could get somewhere.
“Could…” Noctis hesitates, gaze sliding away. “Could I come with?”
Oh, Astrals. But he is still so young and he has not yet healed fully. Regis’s initial reaction is to refuse, if only to spare his son. Yet Noctis has not been sleeping due to nightmares since the fall of Fenestala Manor. Perhaps this is him reaching out for help? For reassurance? Even as Regis wishes to spare Noctis for as long as possible, he cannot deny his son anything.
Especially when his son looks up at him with such hopeful eyes.
Regis chuckles. “You know… You used to help me at meetings when you were a baby, too. I suppose you can attend, if you truly wish it. Just—“
Noctis beams as though the sun is pouring out of him. “I won’t tell anyone.” He uses the table to help himself stand. Takes a breath, and then takes a step on his fawn legs. Regis smiles. Noctis wobbles, and Regis reaches for him. “I can do it…” says Noctis.
“I know. But help an old man to his meeting?”
With a smile, Noctis takes the offered hand. He asks, as they pick their way through the hallways with too much care, “Did I really come with you?”
“Of course,” Regis slows his gait more, and not simply for his son. “Once you learned how to walk, I couldn’t take you anymore. You wanted to explore and you got into everything. But before that, you came with me almost every day. You slept through all of my meetings.”
Noctis squeezes his hand. “Well, when I’m King, you can sleep at all of my meetings. But now you can teach me, so someday I can do a good job, like you. And we can always help each other!”
It’s such a beautiful hope. One that Regis wants more than anything He clutches his son tight for as long as he can. “I’d like that very much, Noctis,” he says, and they sweep into the Council Chamber, together.
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Message from Borno State (Nigeria). tales of war.
MESSAGE FROM BORNO STATE
(TALES OF WAR)
CHAPTER 1
Mama, worry not. Your blood flows through this veins of mine.
My grandson Aboy, you are only blind. You must open your eyes before you finally get accustomed to this darkness you have chosen to live in.
Oh no not this time mama, spare me those gory details. If I am as blind as you think, you of all person should know better than doubting a blind man because, it is unwise to doubt the dreams of a blind man.
Mama, how can you be so blind to see that your grandson has a dream to fulfill when he wakes?or are you mistaking a sleeping man to a blind one? How benevolent is your God when he gives you everything but this one.
Be quiet Aboy, being a con doesn't make you a Don but working hard. Look, no matter how hardworking you are never forget to work hard.
Mama, no matter what wants to happen and what doesn't, what I want must happen else I happen to it. If success cannot happen to me, I will happen to it. What else do you want mama?
Mama, I will be called to serve but until then I have the right....
Will you shut that mouth of yours Aboy, I look at you like a white man who has just recovered from decentary. Who told you have a right when the only one you had has become left?. In as much as I want all my grand and great grand children to be present in a great ceremony that is to come, I want you to go and complete your education. That is want people do in Nigeria when they have their degree. This will help you allot. Now get me a glass of water before I crush you with this weak hands if mine.
While you wait to return the glass hasten, "nothing is worth killing for, but many are things worth dying for". You may now retire to bed.
Thank you mama but the glass please,
Oh the glass, Aboy, somethings are not worth sacrificing for. Should I be more concerned with the comfort of a glass than that of my grandson? Go but pray before you sleep. Go you need your bed more than the glass needs it's shelf. May the peace if the Lord remain with you as you depart to bed.
God, as long as you rule over us, answer my prayers. Protect my family like you did to me during the civil war. These children are very stubborn. Oh my daughter, you are very strong. Your children have grown wings. I hope they don't fly away one day. God I thank you for extending my boundaries. Now I am boundless.
It feels good to be a mother, better to be a grandmother and best to be a great grandmother. If I decide to visit all my sons and daughters, I will not be visiting all the country in the world,, but the sun and moon.
My Lord and God to you I pray, protect this generation, my extensions and the nation at large. Please protect and strengthen me also. Do more than I ask. Amen.
Wake up, wake up everybody. It's morning again and the Lord has done it again.
...we are all sitting here to share the grace. Thus I pray, may the grace of the Lord, the fellowship and the love of God be with us. Amen.
Aboy put on the television. It is very important that I listen to the society news this morning.
Something tells me your mother shall be appointed the transition chairman of this local government.
Ahh mama, you have high hopes. Come to think, how can a woman attain such a delicate position in our today's political environment?. Not until it's the will of God. If so, let God's will be done.
Aboy, if the blood of the past is flowing in the veins of the present, the blood of your grand father the king is flowing through your mother's veins. Your grandfather wasn't just the first paramount ruler, but the greatest ruler this province will ever have is care is not taken. I don't want to talk about his achievements but his zeal in accomplishing whatever he embarks on. For him, success is compulsory. One more thing Aboy, have you called Apapa your brother ?
No mama but as soon as the sun fully rises I shall call to hear from him.
Aboy today I will be visiting the commissioner for women affairs. She request my presence at the ministry. There must be something very delicate she has to say.
Heat water for me, I must leave before 8oclock.
MESSAGE FROM BORNO STATE.
Chapter 2.
Mama, gender inequality have become an order of the day. Buried in oblivion are the prospects of the feminine gender. Nowadays women are considered as inferior. Years back 35% was allocated to women as regards their participation in politics. Few months after that, the women came up with a union called women in politics. The union was focused on bringing together women of timber and caliber, from all sphere of political endeavors, together, in order to harvest the opportunity given to them by the government.
Overtime, the union grow effete in political participation. Decentralized, became their political authority. For such reason, limited became their growth. Stunted and stagnated they remained.
Today the women are blamed for their misfortune. Nobody wants to hear them out. What is democracy if its subject cannot be given a listening ear a second time?
Mama, tell the commissioner of women affairs that I said " if she must achieve her aims and objectives, she must aim at the right target all the time". Tell her that obstacles are the gateway to every accomplishment. When she see one she should proudly stand firm and deal with it. One more thing, do not forget.
My grandson, Akwa Ibom State is truly a promise land. I am afraid, we shall remain in this promise land, until we all join hands to fulfill it. It's obvious that since the creation of this state, it has grown too slow to be able to compete with its counterparts. I could still remember when I used to tell God to keep me alive so I can see better days, but now, never, never because better days never exist.
I had seen yesterday, I'm here today and I might be there tomorrow, and even forever more. All I have ever seen and will always see is people probing people. Nothing is has changed from then till now. All is war and victory, people dominating people. Never will the long awaited better days come to pass. Never. Now I pray oh lord, when it is my time, take me at once. Nothing would be better than taking a sit beside you. To leave behind these devils in pious garments, will pay me more than their filthy diamonds.
Although no one can really change things, everyone can.
Aboy, it would make more impact if you book an appointment with the commissioner and tell her this yourself. While I go to the state secretariat, you go check your progress in the nysc state secretariat too ok?
Yes, As your majesty pleases.
Good bye mama ami.
If only mama could see more than she does right now. This is only three years after my graduation from the Tertiary institution. Look how impatient the world and its habitants have become. Everyone is complaining about my joblessness. Notwithstanding the fact that I have obtained a certificate as a computer craft worker from the federal ministry of labour and employment, I am still considered a nobody in the labour world. It took me three years to be able to achieve that aim. Hmm, our government have subjected us to whatever they think we should become. Lack of jobs and employment has put our dear country under a great peril. How sure am I that even when I finish Nysc program I will be employed? Won't they be looking for fifty years working experience from a 25 year old man?
It is time I let them all know that I have been mobilized for the next batch which is coming up April 2018. But What will I tell them about my state of deployment?. Everyone will disapprove my going to the north not to talk of Borno State. I will say nothing about my deployment but the mobilization. What if they find out?
Oh no a stitch in time saves nine. But if we always stitch in time, the tailor may starve to dead. While stitching in time, one must be careful as not to waken the sleeping dog from its slumber.
Aboy, I am your senior brother, tell me what is bothering you? Remember the adage, what affects the noes affects the eye. From the garden I have been watching you for quite some time. It is certain that something is troubling you but what I don't know is what troubles you.
Akpan Agwo, my situation is more complicated than the journey of child birth. But remember my dear brother that it is not everything the lion know that he discloses. That is why they've always remain the king of the jungle.
Aboy, your pride sweeps me off my feet. A problem when share is half solved. Because you cannot share it, I cannot help you.
Uh-huh, I'm out, I will be back at sunset.
One more thing Aboy, Aboy when you need solutions share your problems. As for the moment, heal your wounds yourself. Bye.
I must tell them everything before they find out themselve. My integrity comes first.
This is about me and my future. No one can change what cannot be changed except God himself.
If it be God's will, it be done. On this one, I beat my chest.
Godswill be done.
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the harmful misogynist hypocritical movement called "pro life" seems pretty cut and dry on the surface. they say abortion is murder and women shouldn't be able to do them. counter argument is it's the woman's body and as such the woman's choice, and that women should always be able to have access to a safe medical procedure, especially if you consider that most abortions are done on dead fetuses or fetuses with issues that will end up killing the mother. I'm gonna be using some pretty cisnormative language here and piss off pro-lifers and a lot of catholics, so here's the disclaimers. I'm trans and I'm saying women and mother because it takes less time to say that than "cis dfab and trans dmab people" and "uterus-owning fetus gestation host", I was pro-life a couple years ago, and fuck the world's biggest cult called catholicism. with that out of the way, let's proceed.
I don't think it's quite as simple as "abortion is murder". clearly it's not. factually speaking, a lot of abortions are done within the first few weeks before the zygote could conceivably be even remotely resembling human, let alone live if separated from the mother. a lot of them are also done when the fetus dies prepartum. this spares the mother the pain and trauma the pain of childbirth to a baby that's already dead, and may even save their lives, and it will certainly spare them the costs of hospitalized childbirth which costs a lot of money. there are cases in which the fetus could conceivably survive out of the womb and its birth wouldn't endanger the mother any more than childbirth usually does, but those cases aren't any less justified because let's look at the reasons why women might get abortions.
(trigger warning: rape mention ahead.)
but first let's look at why transgender people with uteri specifically would get them. gender dysphoria, in addition to the nine months of hormonal hell pregnant people go through, would be like... double hell. passing purposes for trans people who cannot let people around them know they're trans (usually for work and things like that) are also of importance as if you see a pregnant man that challenges the social norms instilled in most of society and because of misogyny and transphobia might alter the way you communicate with that person on an even larger scale degree than just everyday misogyny that alters people's interactions with pregnant cis women versus non pregnant cis women.
anyway, there are other reasons that affect both cis women and dfab trans people. there is rape, of course. sad as it is, it's a common fact of our society. people with vaginas frequently get raped; 1 in 6 I'm pretty sure is the statistic. and rapists aren't usually known for condom usage. also pedophilia which constitutes rape. many children become pregnant from rape and anyone with an ounce of compassion and logic knows it's wrong to force a literal child to carry a baby to term. there are also abusive cases in which pregnancy in unhealthy relationships can occur, and some women may get abortions for their own safety. also, specifically in china, there are women who will get abortions to comply with the child limit laws, or to abort female fetuses to avoid their husbands either killing or abandoning them because that shit happens a lot and it's fucking toxic masculinity "I need a son to carry on my legacy and not a weak woman that won't" misogynist bullshit. and there are women with careers who literally don't have time to be parents as well, and if they do then they have to balance commitment to their work and their baby and that's unfair to both the parent and child, and they're forced to make this concession because god forbid the father steps up and parents the child he helped fucking make; the world won't easily let women have children and careers because "a woman's place is at home with the family in the kitchen making dinner" tradwife bullshit.
all of those are bad things but I'm not gonna be discussing them in this post.
everything up until now has been based on facts and evident social trends. from here on out it's all speculation.
I think the pro life movement is so much more insidious than just misogyny. sure, that's there. some people feel that women only exist to get pregnant and give birth to predominantly sons because they're degenerate redneck filth who hate females. however, analyzing everything else that's part of it, it feels a whole lot worse. let's run through every point I've made so far:
bodily autonomy
medical safety
preventing death
gender dysphoria
rape victims
pedophilia victims
abusive relationships
chinese women's safety
women's career importance
now, that paints an interesting picture. it's all rights and safety for women, minorities, and victims of sex crime. somehow that's just not enough to sway people from thinking "maybe there are good reasons for abortion and we're being assholes screaming at and physically assaulting and killing people who take part". somehow they're still parroting "abortion is murder" like they don't think for themselves.
they don't care about women having rights to a career or bodily autonomy, especially sexual, regardless of their age, even if it includes their very life... & they don't care about trans people.
and that shit invaded the weirdest spaces. fanfiction dot net circa the late 2000s was chock full of girls with profile descriptions with anti abortion copypasta. but why? how on earth did that get into a community predominantly composed of young impressionable teenage girls? ...oh wait a minute.
let's also take into account the juxtaposition of slut shaming, sexual objectification, a total lack of male willingness to use condoms, and rape, as well as everything in that bulleted list.
it really feels to me like pro lifers desire to live in a world where babies born with vaginas solely exist to become sexual objects the moment they become sexually appealing (which can be at any age honestly from a pedophile's POV), but not because they desire to (since they'll be labeled sluts) but because a man desires to fulfill his sexual desires (double standard), whether she wants him to or not, and when she gets pregnant she's locked into a relationship no matter how old she is (like the hundreds of pentecostal forced marriages at 11 years old, for example) and no matter whether it's healthy as long as the Man™ gets his son and his hot dinner at 5pm like it's fucking 1953 (because god forbid the woman be the breadwinner or even leave the house to do anything but shop for groceries, let alone vote, amirite), and if she dies during childbirth, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oh well, the heartbroken man suffering from Manpain™ will just pick up another lady off the street at half his age who will cure his broken heart with her vagina and replace the last one, since women are apparently inherently replaceable; and if a wife gives birth to a daughter, hey, she'll be a carnation, pure and sweet until she becomes sexually appealing and starts the process all over again. also everybody is cis and straight. and also white, neurotypical, able bodied, rich from hard work and daddy's money, oh yeah and christian, but not the protestant heathens, I mean the catholics who are the only ones who won't go to hell. everything exists to serve the man.
okay wow so it's not just basic misogyny. it's the systematic patriarchal eurocentric values.
the pro life movement is just a small subset of all of the other things wrong with the world.
"but sheena you can't say that pro lifers are all misogynist, transphobic, racist, queerphobic, ableist, classist, rife with religious intolerance, anti feminist, and otherwise harmful in other ways! it's an stereotypical overgeneralization!"
show me one fucking pro lifer who isn't at least half of those. show me one. I only wanna see one. I just wanna see one pro lifer who isn't bigoted towards any demographic of people. prove me wrong and show me ONE. please.
you can't. they're all mouth breathers incapable of singular conscious thought outside of a hive mind of facebook memes and post-evangelical moral superiority and smug condescension and an obsession with the 1950s. they're physically incapable of individualism, intelligent thought, and basic empathy skills. I know this because I WAS ONE OF THEM. THAT'S HOW THEY ARE.
there may be some deviations here and there but we all know the dangers of "#not all _____".
so fuck the pro life movement and fuck you if you're pro life. you're pro death penalty and pro military and pro cops and pro letting homeless people starve and pro letting people die from preventable causes because of lack of access to healthcare and pro letting women die from childbirth because ~abortion is bad~.
you're not pro life.
you're just anti choice.
and anti woman.
(and anti trans because you all use exclusively cisnormative language to the point that I used it while speaking on the subject).
so go ahead and send more money to trump to save unborn babies. he'll spend that money on bombing the middle east and building a racism wall.
you care more about white fetuses than about brown skinned people in general including their babies. your ignorant hatred is transparent.
because you're not pro life.
above all else,
if anything,
you're fucking pro death.
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