#neurotickiddiepool

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“So...do you want to tell me what THAT was all about?” Stefan asked as he carried the dirty glasses into the kitchen. Caroline had excused herself to clean up but he knew better than to buy that. And after her stunt during the games he had to dig a little deeper. 

@neurotickiddiepool gets more season 5 things with shippy undertones 

[cruelestdemons]

@neurotickiddiepool | x

“Well, you know.. I wouldn’t argue with a threeway,” he replied before playfully waggling his brows.

[littlegilbert-blog1]

@neurotickiddiepool | contd.

          Jer gave him a little smile as he cupped her cheeks, her hands moving to rest against his sides. She nodded, her hands rubbing gently up and down his sides, “Seriously. You’re going to be a dad,” she grinned, her arms sliding around his waist. It was a terrifying thought, that they were going to be responsible for another life, yet she knew that if she was going to do this, there was no better choice of who to do this with than Carter.

[solaciummeae]

@neurotickiddiepool​ - you didn’t ask for this-- well you did-- but then complained that I was going to make it too long, so I made it extra short. Just for you soulmate.

“I am not! You take that back!” Emma shouts at the blonde across from her on the couch. “There are plenty of other reasons for me to be--...moody...” She seethes quietly through her teeth at the accusation that she might be pregnant. “That’s like-- not even a thing.” She finished, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Jude can’t hear them.

[littlewxtchaa]

#caroline just wants to taint him @neurotickiddiepool

Can we taint him together tho? 

[lovesxeternally]

@neurotickiddiepool || ( x )

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  “i would have thought what i was doing would be evident by the action itself.”

[cutetownwitch-blog]

@neurotickiddiepool

Caroline groaned, rolling toward her friend and opening her eyes some. In labor. I’m in labor. “Oh my god,” she exclaimed as she sat up quickly, flinging the comforter off her body. “Okay, okay, just remember your breathing.” She climbed off the bed and slid her feet into some flip flops, grabbing Bonnie’s hospital bag and then moving toward her side of the bed. “I’m gonna get the car, okay? Here, let’s get you up.”

Sitting up had become a lot harder in the past few weeks, but after a couple of attempts, she pushed herself into a sitting position and swung her legs off the bed. The pain wasn’t bad yet, but she’d been told it was like having every bone in her body being broken at once.

She hoped that every mother who told her that was just being dramatic. She had a high pain threshold anyway, so perhaps labour would be a piece of cake.

Either way, she was going to find out whether she liked it or not.

“I need to call the hospital. Let them know we’re coming.” She said as she breathed through a contraction.

[exsanguisdraconis]

@neurotickiddiepool this isn’t short bc I have a flare for the dramatics.

Ismene walked the length of the docks where the import goods were being frantically unloaded and inspected. Something was---off. Not had registered as a breach when she’d checked the spells, but she could feel it. Like a nagging itch on the back of her neck. 

The crowds tried to part for her as she paced the docks, but only managed to give her a few feet of precious space before tripping over themselves. She wasn’t a large dragon. With a body much like a tall, raptor with a remarkably long neck, relatively small wings that she kept folded onto her back, and quick feet she was built for navigating the maze of roots and branches that made up the bathing marshes to the west. It should have been much easier to navigate the crowd than it was. 

Her mate followed behind as closely as he could, and Ismene was confident he would catch up if he fell behind. 

A strange scent caught in her nose and riled her. She took off at a brisk run, jumping or even flying over obstacles if she needed to, before managing to clamber over the side of an airship and shove her way into its cargo hold. She froze in the doorway, sniffing to be certain.

“I know you’re in here you filthy stowaway.” She green dragoness hissed harshly. She spotted the ruddy red scales of her mate approaching in the reflection off a metal shipping cylinder. 

“Find it.” She demanded, spurring her mate into action. He scurried past her, sniffing around the crates until he found the stowaway and took hold of her clothes in his mouth so he could drag her out.

Ismene regarded the mortal girl with cold black eyes and flicked her tail, causing it to thump loudly against the wood of the ship. “How did you get on this ship you little beast! Tell me the truth and I might not eat you feet first.”