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bloobearr · 24 days
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do not touch her babies
more active on: @bloobwr (twt) & @klariloo (insta)
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tinartss · 9 months
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sometimes i think about how kaveh was alhaitham’s first friend and collapse a little inside
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lotus-pear · 11 months
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kaveh puts the mate in roommate
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wriochilde · 1 year
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you're diagnosed, let's toast to nature's laws!
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seakicker · 1 year
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mother's day hc that you tell the genshin boys you're pregnant on mother's day so they decide to celebrate by getting you double pregnant?
YES MA’AM i had a randomizer pick four names for me out of all the guys i write for… kinda laughing at 3/4 of them being all the Serious, Stoic ones lol
fem reader, pregnancy, breeding, overstimulation (alhaitham) and knotting (gorou) below!
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alhaitham
You can never be too sure, he says— a good, valid experiment hinges upon proper reliability. Do you know how many undergraduate experimental reports he’s dismissed on account of their supposed “results” being the chance of mere coincidence or random chance? It never hurts to eliminate the possibility of a false positive and to ensure that your positive pregnancy test result is a true positive by breeding you all over again and having you take another pregnancy test in five weeks or so.
When you tell him you’re pregnant, he responds with a quiet nod before almost analyzing all of the behavior you’ve displayed over the last few weeks. Yes, the news makes perfect sense— last week, Alhaitham overheard you wondering aloud if your period was late or if you had just tracked it wrong, and he’d have to be a fool to not know what a missed period is the universal signifier of. The news comes at a perfect time, so he couldn’t be happier— though your husband certainly has a… uniquely stoic way of expressing happiness.
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That night, he replicates every last aspect of the night he imagines he got you pregnant some five weeks ago (it’s a simple calculation, really) down to your spot on the bed and the clothes he was wearing just to make sure that a false positive is out of the question. Perhaps he’ll have to come inside if you twice tonight just to really seal the deal that you’re pregnant— once is chance, twice is a coincidence, and thrice is a true pattern. You’d like to try and convince him that surely there’s no need for all of this, that pregnancy tests rarely, rarely fail or show an incorrect result, but there’s no pushing back against your husband’s logical calculations or sense of reason— not that you’re much in the condition to even try to speak with him anyways.
When your husband has you spread open wide with your knees pressed up against either side of your chest, a light conversation is absolutely out of the picture. You’d consider it a feat to muster up anything other than splintered whines of your husband’s name and delicate pleas for him to slow down— though, truthfully, it’d be an even bigger feat if you managed to successfully convince Alhaitham of doing the latter. He hasn’t stalled or slowed his pace for even a fraction of a second because he, of course, is trying to replicate the night he very likely knocked you up exactly, and he just so happened to be absolutely railing you that night.
“You can certainly take more than this.” That’s all he offers when you beg him to slow down again. “I’ve discovered, met, and exceeded every last one of your limits myself, and this pace, this position, and this fervor hardly come close to any of those. I’m simply validating your claim before I take to preparing the spare room for our child.”
You gasp and let your head fall back against the pillow, defeated and overwhelmed in equal tandem by your husband’s delightful Mother’s Day plans.
Alhaitham only chuckles once, a satisfied smirk so faint on his lips that you almost don’t catch it at all. “You’ll be alright. We’ll have nine entire months to be gentle.”
zhongli
Zhongli has lived a normal human lifetime nearly ninety times over— yet, fascinatingly, he always insists he’s come nowhere close in experiencing everything life, nature, humanity, and civilization have to offer, an assertion you’ve always found downright impossible to fathom. How does somebody not get bored after six thousand years of life? You know people who are bored after just four years of working in the same career before they jump ship and try to find something, anything completely different.
He offers the exact same explanation every single time you once again ask how he still finds things to do, places to go, and activities to enjoy after being alive for so long— he always, always smiles softly and explains that he never gets bored with life because you’re in it, and you show him new things, new foods, and new ways to love and enjoy the world that he never even imagined prior to meeting you.
You’ll admit that you’ve found his reasoning somewhat hard to believe on a few separate occasions— like he’s seriously been alive for over six thousand years, yet he’s never tried red bean ice cream from Inazuma before? It’s not exactly a rare or expensive good. However, there are other times when you think you understand what he means, and his logic has never been more evident than today because you told your darling husband that you’re pregnant this morning.
“I’ve never been a father before,” Zhongli hums as he presses a wide circle of kisses all around the cusp of your tummy. “I’ve tutored and taught many, but I’ve never raised a child as my own from their very birth.”
“Does it make you nervous?” You grip his left hand a little tighter as his right comes to rub a soothing circle over the apex of your soft belly.
He pauses for a moment. “I see no reason to be afraid of new experiences, let alone ones I have you to guide me through. I’ve found that sampling life’s uncertainties and navigating its surprises provide far more enrichment than routine.”
You laugh. “I don’t think I can do much ‘guiding’ here, my love— I’ve never been a mother before either. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Zhongli melts. How do you always know just how to tickle his heart with the most innocuous of statements?
“And that is exactly why I’m not nervous— because we’ll have each other to both learn from and learn alongside. I’ve spent the vast majority of my life being the teacher and not the student, so opportunities to learn with you excite me.”
All you can do is hide your face with your free hand, your cheeks warm and your grin obvious. Your husband chuckles and kisses a line down the bottom half of your tummy, down your hips, and all the way down, down, down until he runs into the fabric of your panties.
“I’ve read that intimacy during pregnancy has an array of positive effects for a mother,” Zhongli notes, gently sliding a hand down to tug your panties to the side. “We’ll have to try every last tip and wives’ tale, won’t we, my love?”
diluc
Completely opposite to that of Zhongli, Diluc’s perspective on celebratory sex on Mother’s Day is that it’s about as tired, cliche, and lazy as celebratory sex on a birthday, New Year’s Eve, or Valentine’s Day. Really, any other holiday where people feel the need to either supplement their actual present with sex because they fear what they really bought their spouse just isn’t good enough on its own or because they forgot to get them a present entirely.
Or so he says.
He’s always been of the opinion that love and intimacy expressed on a random day of the year without any special meaning bears more weight than celebratory holiday sex— why should sex be included as part of the celebratory experience when a married couple is expected to regularly display intimacy towards one another? You’ve teased him about this cynical, grumpy take plenty of times, but you’ve almost come to agree with him regardless— it’s hard to even have the energy for sex at the end of your birthday or on the evening of Valentine’s Day when you’re just so exhausted by everything Diluc planned for you during the day. Perhaps it’s entirely because he doesn’t take special occasions lightly that he sees no need to end the day on a cliche.
Well, there’s a first for everything.
“I thought you don’t do celebratory sex,” you whimper with a sharp inhale. You had meant for the statement to sound more teasing and alluring, but it’s damn near impossible to keep your composure when your husband’s spent the past hour and a half between your legs.
Diluc, for the first time in ninety minutes, actually pulls away from your slick, saliva-coated pubic mound to stare up at you over your tummy. How amusing— this is the smallest he’ll see your tummy for the next nine months, and something tells him he’s not going to miss it whatsoever.
“We’ve never celebrated Mother’s Day before simply because you were never a mother for any of them. Today is different— and of course this news deserves celebration.” That’s right— you did mention to Diluc that you’re pregnant this morning over breakfast, didn’t you?
You take advantage of this impromptu break to make eye contact with your husband, who hasn’t looked this… disheveled in quite some time. Bangs plastered to his forehead, nose and chin dripping with a mix of saliva and your fluids, and pupils blown wide with desire, this is a Diluc you don’t get to see very often— and you know how to revel in the treat.
“Making exceptions to your own rules doesn’t suit you.” There, that one actually sounded teasing.
He offers a sort of shrug in response. “I’d have to be devoid of all emotion entirely to not want to celebrate my wife’s body when she tells me it’s pregnant with our very first child.” He glides his soaked lips down the inside of your thighs elegantly and with purpose, taking care to stop just before where thigh meets labia to really relish in your scent.
“Besides,” Diluc murmurs. “I’d like to map out how your body looks now so I can properly appreciate how much lovelier you’ll look once you begin to actually show how well I’ve bred you.”
gorou
Gorou tentatively asks you to repeat yourself just to make sure that he heard you properly, which carries a good amount of irony given his exceptionally superhuman hearing. He just wants to make sure he heard you properly— telling him you’re pregnant on Mother’s Day? He can’t think of anything more perfect than that, so it’d be a shame if he just imagined you saying it— he’s dreamed of being a father for so long now that if you were to hit him with a “gotcha” now, he might faint from disappointment.
Realistically, he should’ve put two and two together three weeks ago, but leave it to your husband to miss something glaringly obvious without your explicit guidance or direction. It’s almost funny to think that, despite his keen sense of smell, taste, and hearing, his overprotective nature, and his well-developed common sense, it’s so easy for him to miss the elephant in the room and get distracted by something incredibly unrelated to whatever he’s supposed to be looking out for.
He should have known from the second he found himself growing more and more overprotective of you without any visible or tangible piece of evidence as to why— you weren’t sick, you weren’t injured, and you weren’t otherwise vulnerable… or so he thought. It wasn’t obvious to him at the time, but now that you’ve confirmed it for him… it makes perfect sense. His nose already knew you were pregnant then— he picked up in the slightest change in your hormone levels without even realizing it, and now that he knows you’re pregnant?
He won’t leave your side for a single moment these next nine months.
Apparently, his vow to stay by your side 24/7 started the very moment you first broke the news to him— with your husband pressed so close up against you, you wouldn’t be surprised if you two just simply combined. Gorou’s hips slap against your ass so roughly and so quickly the sound of skin making contact with skin bounces off the walls and fills your ears, almost threatening to drown out your husband’s elated rambling.
Almost, but not quite. Nothing will get him to stop talking once he’s already started running his mouth.
“I just— I’ve just wanted this for so long,” he pants, looping his hands around your thighs to press them against the front your belly. “It’s just instinct, I guess? I just— Archons— there’s no better way to spend my life than with a sweet wife and a big, big family of our cute little pups.” He’ll be sure to keep you pregnant now that the precedent has already been established— Gorou knows he’ll miss taking you doggy style when your belly gets too big to safely attempt such a position, but he’s sure he can figure out a nice, comfortable compromise.
“I’ll get lots of time off from work! It’ll be easy. I’ll spend every day taking good, good care of you and our family because that’s— that’s what good husbands do, right? I’ll get Thoma to teach me tons of nutritious meals for you because I only know how to prepare quick rations for troops,” Gorou notes with a sheepish chuckle before he hunches over your back and whimpers brokenly. Will you still be able to take his knot while you’re pregnant, or will it be too much for you? He can’t push you too far now that you’re the most delicate you’ve ever been, heavy with the promise of a big family, right?
“I love you so much,” he gasps, nails digging into your belly softly as he loses control of himself. “And I’ll be the best father possible!”
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crispyliza · 29 days
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It's a real struggle
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yuzuuu4 · 5 months
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he's "sizing him up" or so they say
Summary:
“Haha, I didn’t think we’d meet again so soon, Red! Is this luck?” Those dead blues curve up in amused crescents, staring into Diluc’s. Who would’ve known that what he thought was a simple Fatui lackey all those years turned out to become the eleventh harbinger himself? Celestia sure knew how to play with him in the worst way possible.
And what was a chance meeting between two strangers if they were to never meet again?
That was what Diluc thought as he carefully cleaned the glass in his hands, only to nearly drop it at the sight of orange, grays, and reds at the corner of his eye.
“Haha, I didn’t think we’d meet again so soon, Red! Is this luck?” Those dead blues curve up in amused crescents, staring into Diluc’s. Who would’ve known that what he thought was a simple Fatui lackey all those years turned out to become the eleventh harbinger himself?
Celestia sure knew how to play with him in the worst way possible.
“I request that you step out of my establishment this instant,” he snaps, suddenly feeling irritated by how carefree the other seemed to be despite waltzing into his territory. It was a shame that he couldn’t bring his claymore to scare him off lest he damage his most expensive liquor behind him.
And to his further irritation, the harbinger had the gall to laugh, and somehow, he found it… pleasant? Barbatos forbid, he even dares to say that the short laugh he heard sounds like music to his ears.
Diluc’s eye twitches at the thought, and he thinks that he must be going insane.
“... … … …! … …? … … … …”
The Fatui harbinger’s mouth opens and closes as he continues talking, but Diluc decides to ignore it in favor of sizing him up. The man has certainly grown in the time that they weren’t able to see each other, and he could see the well-trained muscles hiding behind that awful coat. Tartaglia’s face also seemed to mature compared to before, looking much more slim with a slightly crooked nose from a healed broken nose.
His wandering eyes focus on the freckles he spotted on Tartaglia’s cheeks absentmindedly, his hand traitorously itching to take a pen just to connect the dots.
Damn Fatui and their unfairly attractive ginger diplomat.
“...mrade? …Master Ragnvindr, are you even listening?” Chapped lips slanted lopsidedly in a roguish smirk, and Diluc knew he stared for too long. Damn it.
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enduracarrotchips · 1 year
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xiao bday !!
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drawthiere · 7 months
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might try to start a series where i draw all of my overworld duos? for now here is the first one and my main one, yelan and diluc :)
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doumadono · 1 month
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Doumadono's ice cream shop event
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About a year ago, I made the decision to start writing for my private blog, inspired by my first viewing of Demon Slayer. Since then, a lot has changed, and I've grown as a writer. I've had the privilege of meeting incredibly talented writers and artists, forming friendships that have endured to this day. But above all, I've been able to bring a little joy to my readers and those who trusted me with their emergency requests. A year on, with more experience and wisdom, I can confidently say that pursuing my small dream was the right choice. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who chose to follow my little blog. Without your support, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thank you, guys.
To celebrate and add a bit of fun to the mix, I'm opening up my inbox for a few days. This time around, I've got a little ice cream menu for you all. Check out all the details below the cut!
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your order should look something like this: I'd like to order a vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles and maple syrup on top (remember to include your preferred character/s, along with any other details like kinks, AU type, and so on)
Masterlist for the event will be updated with the links upon posting. I'll be sharing the works starting from March 31st and continue until I've fulfilled all the requests. Just a heads up, though: I might not respond to requests that don't follow the event's rules or my own guidelines, or if they make me uncomfortable.
Also, please share this post to help spread the word!
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tinartss · 4 months
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thank u hoyofair for mechanic kaveh🙏
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i23kazu · 5 months
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"wriothesley."
"...wriothesley." huh?
"my hands are cold," you whine, stuffing them into your coat pockets. wriothesley looks at you, half his face buried within the cosiness of the knitted red scarf you made for him last christmas.
"you need someone to warm them up for you?" he laughs, taking his hands out of his own pockets. his hands are getting colder – oh, it's freezing out – your hands are definitely ice blocks by now.
"i should have remembered to bring my gloves out." you stare at your hands woefully, scrunching them up rapidly in hopes of earning some spark of warmth. would your hands catch fire? not too sure, but maybe it'd be worth it... just to fight off this cold.
c'mon, think of warm things.. fire, closeness, warm tea, being wrapped in wriothesley's arms...
"it's alright. i forgot to remind you, but maybe it's not a bad thing–" he takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers with his, shielding your fingers from the specks of snow. a sweet warmth blossoms from your hands ( and maybe in your cheeks ) as he swings your hands back and forth slightly.
"–if i get to do this."
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insertsomthinawesome · 6 months
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art slow have a WIP askljdflKSJDLGJSDG -NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-
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eternal-moss · 4 months
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Megane’s latest post….
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stopkosa · 10 months
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This is an addition I want to add as an update to op's post about
Kosa, a harmful internet censorship bill
that will affect everyone, fanfiction writers, artists, fandoms and let's players included worldwide. Stop kosa!
The update is below
Here is video authors the link tree for signing petitions and a call script
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indilaras · 10 months
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process of elimination
this is the kind of quality content that happens when you're an Alhaitham main with Cyno's sense of humor.
ID: an eight panel comic in grayscale, featuring Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh, and Alhaitham from Genshin Impact. Panel 1. Cyno is sitting at a table with a cup of wine, one hand gesturing to the air. He is saying, "Why does Alhaitham say 'The process of elimination!' while performing his Elemental Burst? Because he eliminates enemies with it." Panel 2. Tighnari and Kaveh at the same table. Tighnari has his hands in front of his exasperated face, and he is sighing. Next to him is a cup of wine. Kaveh is looking somewhat anxious, sweating. He’s spilling his wine on the table just as he’s about to drink it. He says, “Uh… Cyno...." Panel 3. Alhaitham has a hand on the chair next to Cyno's, and is silent, expressed with ellipsis, as he looks at him. Cyno is facing the front and not him, saying "hm? what?" His cup is on the table, to his side. Panel 4. Alhaitham and Cyno now sit next to each other, and Alhaitham takes the cup. Cyno is facing him, asking, "Oh, Alhaitham. Did you hear my joke?" Panel 5. Alhaitham is holding up the cup, and says with a flat expression, "You mean my joke. You did a surface-level analysis of the multi-layered joke that I made. Unless... the noble General Mahamatra has resorted to blatant plagiarism?" Panel 6 is split into three reaction shots. Cyno has a sparkle in his eye, while Tighnari and Kaveh look shocked and bewildered. Narration/thought bubbles say, collectively, "He says that as a joke on purpose?" Panel 7. Alhaitham is sitting and drinking with a smirk, while Cyno stands up with his hands on the table, looking excited. Cyno: "Hah! Of course not." Alhaitham: "Uh-huh. Sure." Cyno: "And I'm well aware of the full complexity at play here." Alhaitham: "Oh, really?" Cyno: "Mmhmm." Alhaitham: "Why don't you explain it to me in great detail." Below that is a shouting speech bubble saying, in all-caps, "WAIT-- NO-- !!" and a smaller one with fox ears to imply Tighnari speaking, saying "augh". Panel 8. Alhaitham is smiling softly with flower effects around him as he looks at Cyno who is rambling about the joke with his eye sparkling. In front of them, looking away, is an annoyed Kaveh yelling, "BOSS! Another round for this table! and put it on hthm's (Alhaitham's) tab...!" Tighnari is next to him, hands on his folded ears, eyes closed, muttering, "Archons save us, there's two of them now...." End ID.
Also here's the unobscured joke ramble:
So I've gone over the 'elimination' as in eliminating enemies already. While simple, it is genius in how easily applicable it is in every fight, from Spectres exploding to Treasure Hoarders escaping. Other than that, the full phrase 'process of elimination' itself refers to a logical method to identify an entity of interest among several others by excluding all other entities; this is likely the obvious meaning that you want others to catch first. After all, you once went on about your strategy in combat being "finding the weakest link" before letting everything else resolve itself, so it seems like an obvious connection. Hence why I didn't start from there. We also can't forget the use of the word 'process' is also relevant, since typically you start the fight with your Burst, hence this line starting the process of eliminating your foes.
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