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@katsoups
I don't have a lot of followers but I'm curious, if I started making content with a fake bump (taking pictures and stuff like that) and posting them here, and also talking about being preg would that be something y'all would like to see?
Is that content y'all would like to see?
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I don't know how to say this. I don't know if it is even appropriate for me to mention it, especially here. But here I am. I will attempt to do so anyway.
A dear friend of mine, author and artist in the community, Roji, also known here currently as "My-tummy-hurts"
Has passed away, as of April 8th, 2026.
They were one of my oldest friends. They had a lot they wanted to explore and create. So much they wanted to do. They were so explosively creative and had such wild ideas.
I apologize if this is not terribly eloquent. I only just found out, such is the nature of internet friendship. But the idea of that real person, that creativity, my friend, just... Disappearing. With nobody that enjoyed their art, their passions, knowing what actually happened. Is an ugly part of our current reality I am not content to allow while I can do something about it.
They talked with me, supported me, through the start of my career, writing in a friend's basement. Some of their early stories were what made me want to begin writing in the first place. Without Roji, I might not have ever been here, creating stories for people to enjoy.
We stayed in touch through moving to another state to find love. Through the soul obliterating covid/burnout/dropout/divorce breakdown combo. They were always there. Another story idea, another amazing piece of art, another project to work on, build, create, another skill they wanted to master. Endlessly creative.
It is tragic they never got to share the things they wanted to with you all. They made models and props, they wrote plays for their local theatre, they sculpted and worked with so many materials and models.
They were a truly amazing person. All I can think to say, over and over, is how creative and imaginative and caring they were.
I am going to miss you, Roji. I already do. So, so fucking much. I'm sorry I couldn't do more.
May you find whatever peace you sought, my dear friend.
Decided to post more, since I'm REALLY enjoying this
Oh my god girl you look so good!!
they need to invent bottom surgery that gives you different kinds of penises. give girls sheaths. give girls horse cocks. give girls ovipositors. PLEASE. PLEASEEE
This account is extremely anti AI btw. I can't stand that garbage.
you would be happier if you were full of dragon eggs
i just want my womb to be used as a nursery for endangered species is that so much to ask
I need to be irresponsibly pregnant
i just want my womb to be used as a nursery for endangered species is that so much to ask
What if we win?
What if the children go to schools unafraid of tear gas and bullets?
What if the birds come back, and the bees are healed, and every species moves from endangered, to threatened, to thriving?
What if the rainforest ADVANCES?
What if every parking lot had solar panels? What if every structure had solar panels? What if we built climbing gyms and terraced gardens in the skeletons of old coal power plants?
What if you baked your neighbor bread, and they shared their home-grown blackberries?
What if every person who needed a home, had one? What if every person who needed healing was healed?
What if every body was treasured for what it was, not what it should be?
What if every trans child's parents attended their graduation, their wedding, their new-name-day?
What if every warehouse became a closed-circle repair station? Goods flowing out, and back, and out again? What if landfills started to SHRINK?
What if the water and air were clean? What if there was enough public transit that the cars dwindled, leaving the streets safe for kids on bikes, evening deer, midnight cats and foxes?
What if we win?
How would you win?
Pregnancy Emoji Game 🤰
Send an emoji to tell the reblogger what you like or would like to do to them
👶- I want you to have my baby(ies)
🍼- I'd drink your milk
🚼- I've already picked out baby names (add here)
💝- Our child will be the product of our love
👄- I want you screaming as you're flooded with my cum
🪺- I want to make a life and family with you
👣- We would make cute children
🤱- You breasts should be swollen with milk for feeding
👯- I'd love to give you twins (or more)
🏃- Let me hunt and breed you for sport
🥚- You're getting stuffed with eggs
🖍️- I want to draw on your baby bump
🐖- We need you plumper for the (inevitable) baby
🐳- You should be bedridden with my child(ren)
🏭- You would be a perfect baby factory
🍯- Your womb is mine to use as I please
🪢- Tying you up so you can't get away from my virile seed
🐣- I can't wait to help/watch you give birth
🪩- I want everyone to know you're round with my child
Confession time...
Please re-blog this if it is okay to anonymously confess a fantasy to you.
Guy grinning sheepishly, ears red, wincing whenever his big, round belly moves visibly.
Guy doing the ultrasound, moving the wand around, looking deeply unimpressed and burned out, inwardly sighing a little at the bullshit he's seeing on the screen.
Just another day at the fantasypreg clinic.
Doctor doing yet another ultrasound, tired but by now adept at ignoring any internal distractions.
Guy who was referred by his GP, still in denial and barely even showing yet, looking in horror at his doctor's bulging, writhing midsection. Wondering how someone can do their job looking like they don't even notice the monster squirming around inside them.
He almost misses his doctor telling him about the eggs in his belly.
Leaning in, taking a close look at the shape and size, the doctor mutters, 'Looks like the same naga that got me in the parking lot a month ago. I thought they caught that thing,' then says out loud to his patient, 'Well, we have a good idea of the average gestation period. The eggs should hatch in a week or two, then it's another two weeks from there. Maybe three.'
He winces, hand flying to the side of his belly.
'Two! Two weeks.'
Thirty minutes later, the patient leaves the clinic with an armful of pamphlets and a deep, existential terror.
Five hours later, the doctor's shift ends and he locks up the clinic, tells his assistant to check in after an hour or so, strips and gets comfortable (a relative term) in the birthing chair.
Feet in the stirrups, positioning the little handmirror just so, he grumbles to himself about not being dilated quite far enough. Oh well, this will at least give him time to message Monster Control about the naga that may still be on the loose.
He's on his phone when he feels something slip even lower in his pelvis, and his whole belly shakes with the need to push. Apparently these operate on a different definition of 'fully dilated'. He shouts for the nurse, bears down, and pushes out the first of three snakelings.
As soon as he's able, he gets dressed and hobbles out to his car. A thick, long, scaly tail descends from the darkness to encircle him--with a practiced movement of the wrist, he plunges a syringe in the soft underbelly and waits impatiently for the tail to release him. Fool me once...
The next day he's back at work, carefully opening a recently arrived sample. The slime inside--dormant but mistaken for dead by some junior researchers--soon awakens in the warmth of the office. During the doctor's mid-shift five-minute nap, it slides up his pant leg.
After an hour of fruitless searching for the missing sample, the doctor looks down at his belly in despair. Not again...
Reblog to pregify the previous poster.
Me when paying to deal with infertility would be cheaper then buying a roanyer belly ✌️😋
1 like = 1 baby in your belly
1 reblog = 1 roanyer belly on your doorstep
Ok the US Attorney General says that she will remove ICE if MN drops all our sanctuary laws, complies with ICE, hands over all our SNAP, Medicaid and voter rolls. They demand control over our voter registration so they can "ensure free and fair elections".
They want to control our elections.
I am dead serious people call your representatives. Get volunteering. Get protesting. Get LOUD.
They released a letter full of straight up lies. Spread the truth. MAKE NOISE.
Source
How interesting. How very interesting. They rejected my Blaze of this post.
Well, y'all. Make of this what you will, eh?
Then I guess we'll just have to Blaze it the old fashioned way, eh?
Boosting signal. AGAIN.
