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@prompreg17
Thank you so much for all the fun AUs! If you feel like it could we see more of human Noctis carrying his mermaid lover’s eggs? I hope they take care of him!
Aaa thank you for showing love to all my quirky AUs ;o;
Oh they absolutely have him taken care of, VERY protective and doting, maybe even a bit suffocating
Commission I did for anonymous!
Let’s hope my tumblr doesn’t get nuked o7
Is it possible for you to do pregnant Cor in labour and Regis and Clarus are helping him through it?
Hope you don't mind some hectic panic thrown into the mix ;3c
I love your Cor SO MUCH, and the emotion!! The way you express emotion in not only the expressions but body language is so good!
Joey and baby + Jaden and babies
I love how you draw facial expressions! These are wonderful.
Happy Halloween!! Sorry it's not much, but have a role reversal from What a Catch! 😍
Concept: what if one human suddenly had three mermaid boyfriends?
he’s having a baby! hell yea
pregnant all by yourself, handsome?
three mermaid boyfriends....one human......thats a lotof eggs
oh yeah it's a LOT
Spooky Season Day #6: An Unholy Tome
Your father had always warned you of the danger of reading, but you'd never taken him seriously until this very day.
You're the young monarch of a small kingdom deep within the mountains. You'd been married to a king over a decade your senior as a way to solidify political alliances, and while your relationship was cordial, it'd never been particularly warm. The king seemed to hold little interest in members of your gender, but he still came to your bed like clockwork with the clinical intent to sire an heir. You endured it, because what other choice did you have? He had staff to cater to all of your whims and was never unkind, so you could have done much worse.
But still, you couldn't help but feel... neglected. You had needs, even if you didn't fully understand them, and no one with which to explore or satisfy them.
At least, not until you found the book.
Tucked in among your wedding gifts had been a slim volume wrapped in gilded leather, filled with strange things. You couldn't read the text, but the illustrations-- oh, those illustrations. Fantastic creatures of every size and shape were drawn in exquisite detail, not a single aspect missing the artist's trained eye.
It felt scandalous to gape at the familiar yet still alien shapes of their genitalia, but no matter how many times you slammed the book shut in mortification and hid it away, you always dug the tome back out. You always returned to a select handful of the pages, wondering why they made you feel so warm. If only you had someone to ask-- but as the king's foreign consort, you didn't have anyone you could trust with such an intimate query.
Then the dreams began.
And you quickly came to realize what that strange heat meant.
The monsters invaded your dreams like the fabled barbarians of the plains, swift and brutal. They chased you like a wolf hunting a rabbit, harrying your nude form through endless torch-lit corridors and toying with you until you could run no more. But instead of tearing out your throat, they flipped you onto your hands and knees. The horrible realization of what they intended crashed over you and choked off your cries of terror, leaving you frozen and trembling.
One of them mounted you like a beast on the hard stone floor. Thick shafts, tentacles, and appendages you couldn't even name flowed over your body with possessive intent, enveloping and fondling you in ways you'd never been touched before. Terror began to fuse with other things you couldn't name, similar to what you'd felt when gazing at that filthy book: heat, hunger, and a baffling emptiness between your thighs. Even while claws scraped over your skin, you wanted... you wanted...
"Accept us," a discordant voice rose from nowhere, countless voices layered over one another and ringing in your ears. Something nudged purposefully against your hole, teasing you with a taste of what your tormenter offered without truly entering you. Something hot and wet stroked its way down your neck until it curled around a nipple, plucking at the hardening nub until you whimpered. "Your body pleases us. Welcome us in, and we will overwhelm you with the kind of pleasure you'll never receive from your own kind."
You choked on a sob, your hips jerking instinctively back to meet the promised intrusion even as you shook your head. This wasn't right. You're married, and you had undeniable responsibilities to your husband and kingdom. Not to mention the fact that this thing at your back wasn't even human--
The shaft kissing your hole pulsed and began to vibrate, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head.
"This is only a dream, little human," the voice taunted, its appendages winding even more closely around you. "There's no harm in indulging in a simple fantasy, is there?" There was a hint of menace behind the voices, sure, but it only seemed to stoke the flames in your belly even higher as your willpower began to melt away. "All you have to do is let us in."
Your hole clenched around nothing, eager to suck in anything that would fill it. You'd never felt like this before, and you didn't know how to handle the sensations crashing over you. How could such horrifying monsters make your body burn so hot?
What am I accepting?
Do I even care?
With a moan, you hesitantly spread your thighs in silent permission to the creature.
"Accept. Us."
"Yes," you whimpered, dropping your face to the floor in shameful submission. "Enter me. Ease this ache inside of me before I go mad, please!"
The beast's savage roar of victory nearly made you empty your bladder, but the sudden thrust of something impossibly hard and thick into your aching body immediately drove the fear away. The hulking creature wasted no time in fucking your soft, pampered body into the flagstone floor with all of the abandon of a wild animal. All you could do was hang on and take it. And when it finally finished inside of you, the sudden surge of wet heat painting your insides sent you tumbling over the edge of your very first orgasm.
Oh gods. Oh gods. This dream... sex couldn't possibly feel so good, could it? Pleasure that wiped your mind and left you feeling like you'd transcended to another plane of existence?
Sweaty, dazed, and leaking fluids from your freshly-fucked hole, all you could do was watch as the next creature moved to take its place at your back. Something cooler and more flexible slid into your sloppy hole this time, knobby protrusions along the length catching on the rim before popping inside. And how many more beasts waited along the edges of your vision for their turn?
Oh.
As the bumped shaft started to find its own rough rhythm, you deliriously found yourself hoping that this dream would never end.
It's been over seven months since your first experience with the dreams, and as promised, they fill your nights with untold pleasure. But there's been an unexpected complication.
You've fallen pregnant.
Your husband's kingdom is ecstatic with the news of the coming heir, his family embracing you with more kindness and attention than they ever have before. Your spouse is pleased, though he stopped bedding you the moment your condition became known.
Not that you mind. His disinterested late-night fumbling bores you; you'd much rather drift off to sleep and find satisfaction in the coils and claws of your imaginary lovers.
But as your pregnancy progresses, you can't help but wonder what has spawned in your womb. It seems foolish to imagine that the father could possibly be anyone but your husband, right? In reality, you've only ever entertained the king's attentions. The monsters aren't real. They haven't actually filled you with their seed, no matter how often they've left you sore and bloated from the sheer volume they've poured into you during your fantasies. You can't have been bred by figments of your imagination.
Yet still you find yourself plagued by apprehension. Your belly grows with unexpected speed, filling out into a taut sphere that hangs heavily from your frame. Your mother-in-law is sure this means you carry more than one child and begins taking every opportunity she can to rub your abdomen. This embarrasses you, but you don't feel like you can tell her no.
The midwife isn't as sure; she cautions your in-laws that you could just be carrying large for your first pregnancy. You can tell that she is puzzled by how quickly you've grown, since she's been attending you since your wedding in hopes of helping you conceive. At least you get along well, and she seems to be genuinely on your side. The last thing you need is someone suspecting you of trying to cuckold the king.
Because as much as logic dictates that such thoughts are foolishness, you still struggle against disquiet.
Maybe it is borne of guilt for being unfaithful to your husband, at least in your mind.
Maybe it has to do with the obvious pleasure that the dream-creatures take in fucking your gravid royal form.
Or maybe it is because of the way your belly sometimes moves, writhing and shifting like a bag full of eels. The baby's just active, right? It's not like you could possibly be carrying the offspring of some unnatural monster in your womb.
Of course not.
(A Spooky Season story.)
Standing on the picket line is a cute gesture, but let's not forget how he prohibited the rail workers from striking for safe minimum staffing and the ability to take sick days.
After months of negotiations, the IBEW’s Railroad members at four of the largest U.S. freight carriers finally have what they’ve long sought
Also, this “cute gesture” is something no US President has done.
Fuck off with yourself now.
Obligatory Biden not perfect disclaimer blah blah blah (do you people still expect to get perfect politicians??? apparently I guess)
But.
Going to a picket line is actually a huge deal. There is a reason no other president has done it.
Brief explainer:
A picket is not a protest. They have different goals and they are viewed differently under the law. A protest is meant to disrupt and to draw attention to an issue. A picket is meant to stop scabs from entering a workplace to replace the workers picketing outside.
This means that, historically, pickets were often very violent. When people in the 1920s wanted to stop you from entering a factory, they did not confine their tactics to angry yelling. This is why the courts treat pickets differently, and they do not enjoy the kind of broad free speech protections that protests have.
Biden standing on a picket line is huge in a number of ways. It's a statement by a sitting president that no one should go to work at that workplace, for one, which kind of wild in and of itself when you think of it. Who the fuck is gonna scab when you have to walk past a picket line that includes the fucking president.
It's also granting a kind of implicit sanction to picketing as an activity that it has never historically gotten. Picketing is one of those things that even the FDR administration was a little wary of. The law tends to approach it as something that is techhhhhnically allowed and we can't stop you...but it's something that needs to be reined in, controlled, corralled.
And like, is this the most radical thing a president has ever done? No. Is it going to magically fix everything related to organized labor? Absolutely not. Is Biden the most pro-union president ever? No again because FDR existed. But he is the most pro-union president of my lifetime.
And as someone who knows a lot of labor history, having a sitting president on a picket line is honestly kind of breaking my brain a little.
Other things that the Biden administration is doing or has facilitated (by getting non corporate hacks into critical positions for example) which are not getting talked about:
The lawsuit was brought on alleging Amazon penalized sellers who offer lower prices.
Justice Department Sues Google for Monopolizing Digital Advertising Technologies
U.S. Federal Communications Commission chair Jessica Rosenworcel plans to begin an effort to reinstate landmark net neutrality rules rescind
2024 is coming.
The Republicans have the 2025 Project that wants to literally imprison and genocide queer and disabled people.
The Democrats are giving us our money and lives back.
Show this to EVERYONE WHO YOU KNOW.
Tell them the difference.
Get them out to vote.
We have a chance to have a country that is worth living in if Democrat candidates keep winning.
#the biden appointed ftc also fought the microsoft activision acquisition tooth-and-nail#google is screaming about the lawsuit against them#this is the hardest i've ever seen an administration go against monopolies and corporate interests in my lifetime#oh and corps have been trying to discredit ftc chair lina khan since law school#when she essentially wrote a book about how amazon is the king of antitrust monopolies and needs to go#and then biden was like '...yes make her ftc chair'
reblogging for the INCREDIBLY sexy addition
john and the harvester again! this time it's the off season, tho, so the harvester is like. in the Other World. conveniently, mirrors are doors and windows into Other Places!
bringing in the changing of the seasons with harvester and john
usually the harvester is this barely understandable figure that only john can see properly, all the seasons at once pressed down into a form, the roots from the earth curling and twisting like bone and muscle and sinew, but sometimes
he sticks around in a form more recognizable as a man, gets down in the dirt on his knees, and helps deliver the upcoming harvest with his own hands
So I went to read the Kids Online Safety Act, thinking that it couldn't possibly be as bad as what people are making it out to be, I mean I'm a lawyer and expert in statutory interpretation, it can't be that bad, right?
Oh no. KOSA IS that bad. It will literally eradicate queer people online.
The bill says that a "covered platform" - broadly defined as "anything on the internet a minor might use" which is literally the entire fucking internet- has a "duty" to protect minors from anything that might harm them, including "sexual exploitation" and other undefined terms
It also gives state attorneys general the ability to sue to enforce it.
So here's exactly what's gonna happen:
Wacko republicans, as they've been doing with increasing force this year and last, are going to sue any and every website in existence, saying that the mere existence of LGBT people online constitutes sexual abuse of minors. And websites are gonna be so afraid of not doing the most that they'll just axe all LGBT everything.
Like. Republicans have been calling all LGBT people groomers and child molesters for years. The lead Republican literally admitted this bill will be used to attack trans people.
This bill is BAD bad. I'm appalled that democrats are lining up behind what is clearly a republican Trojan horse to eradicate LGBT people from the entire internet.
Call your senator
This fictional man has a dick TO YOU. i know he has a pussy
How about an orc’s perspective on his tiny human husband giving birth to his massive pussy breaking baby.
I picked him up when I was raiding a village for cattle, and he was so cute I had to keep him. He kept my tent clean and my bed warm, and he’d jack me off whenever I need. I’m big even for an orc, but I felt even bigger when I had a pretty little boy on my lap.
My cock was too big fit in his tight little cunt, but he got so wet and needy he’d grind against me, whining and sobbing until I stretched him around a single finger and made him cum. He always thanked me so prettily, tears on his face and slick down his thighs.
I never meant to knock him up, but I came between his thighs and then finger fucked him enough times I should have expected it. He carried so well neither of noticed until he started showing.
Nothing could have prepared me for watching him grow. I enjoyed him when he was a tiny bauble, but I was insatiable once he was weighed down by my seed. He got too heavy to move within a few short months, and spent the rest of his pregnancy laying in my bed, waiting for me to rub his swollen orb.
Now he’s laboring, and I’m transfixed. He can’t pace because his skinny legs can’t carry the weight of my child. He can’t go onto all fours because his belly is farther out than his knees. Two of my soldiers have him lifted so I can watch his cunt spread around my child’s head. He’s sobbing and screaming, but that’s to be expected. Orcs are always loud when they give birth, bellowing their pain for the mountain to hear.
He crowns and then allows the babe to retreat several times, until his sobs subside to small hiccups. He’s too tired even to cry. It’s too big. There’s no way for it to fit through the bones of his pelvis. I would happily leave him heavily pregnant, watch the child keep growing forever.
The midwife has other ideas. She mixes potions and feeds them to my husband, giving him energy and strength. She won’t dull his pain; it would bring shame to me to have such a weak husband.
I can see his belly contract again, the strongest yet. He screams and bears down, and I bear down too, pressing on the rock hard dome of his stomach.
His pelvis cracks, his strained lips tear, but my son is finally born. The midwife weighs him—31 pounds—then sets about stitching up my husband’s body. I cradle our son in my cupped hands, tiny and screaming and perfect.
The midwife’s magic will have him good as new in a few weeks. While he’s loosened up, I’ll impregnate him properly. Maybe I’ll even slip him a fertility potion first.
dads and their lil gup:’)
read the fic here. updates weekly!
Hello, shy lil gremlin anon is back.
pregnoct labour pls?? It’s just something about how you draw distressed faces that gets me ;3;
sorry this took a while (i do have other things for this brewing) but in the meantime here ya go. ft supportive grandpa!
