#alien invasion by pregnancy

[theamazingstories]

TV REVIEW: THE MIDWICH CUCKOOS (2022), some spoilers

TV REVIEW: THE MIDWICH CUCKOOS (2022), some spoilers

Figure 1 – Midwich Cuckoos First Edition (British) Before I begin, let me congratulate our R. Graeme Cameron, who has won the Canadian Aurora Award for Fan Writing! Well done, Graeme! Back in the late 1950s, when I was a wee lad, I read everything in the library that was even vaguely science-fictional. That’s the reason I read Moonraker, by Ian Fleming, years before anyone ever heard of James…

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[mulderscreek]

Three Weddings and an Alien Invasion Challenge

Your challenge is to write about three weddings post-series that all happen the same day, and only two of them go smoothly.

Requirements:

One of the happy couples is Mulder and Scully, and their children are naturally part of the wedding party – is baby Mulder still en utero, or the flower girl or ring bearer?

The other happy couple is either another X-Files character(s) and their significant other, or two original characters.

The unhappy couple, who will have their wedding interrupted by a literal alien invasion (no cheating!) is your least favorite character and their spouse-to-be. Dig them up from the grave if necessary, we’re sure you’ll offer a plausible reason they’re alive and marrying.

You can write this story as a comedy or a sci-fi thriller. It’s up to you if this is meant to be a farce or an epic invasion fic.

Please tag @mulderscreek when you post your story, submit your story or the link to it to [email protected], post here on our submissions Tumblr, or send me a message with a link to your fic on Tumblr to reblog.

#Baby Scully-Mulder #Baby #Toddler #Pregnancy #Deadline Free Challenge #The Nursery Files Archive #alien invasion

[johannestevans]

Big deep dive into themes of sexual violence and rape culture as portrayed in Alien (1979, dir. Ridley Scott)! About 13k.

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Here is a horror film about rape — and not just rape, but forced impregnation and reproductive coercion — that doesn’t use the word rape, doesn’t use words like sexual violence. Although the reproductive threat remains the same and the alien herself is phallic in appearance, the xenomorph’s assault is a degree removed from “actual” on-screen sex, so those words are never needed. The xenomorph penetrates her prey via her facehuggers, and through this process, impregnates them against their will, sometimes without even their awareness. It is a direct parallel to sexual violence amongst human predators and their victims but is not in itself sexual when presented on screen.

Because it doesn’t use those words, we strip off the assumptions people have about the gendered aspect of this sort of violence. In the sci-fi setting, using a unisex cast and also introducing androids as well as human beings, we also strip off the forced binary of male and female.

In Alien (1979), it’s not just cisgender women who are at risk of being forcibly impregnated with a dangerous parasite that could kill them as it grows inside them, as with human pregnancy as assumed by cis society — it’s everybody. And because the monster is an alien — a big, clawed alien that’s very penis-like in its design — there is not the same ability for the filmmakers to in some way romanticise or downplay the violence of the assault.

There’s no need to humanise the rapist or explain that he’s a lonely man who just wants female companionship, really, and shouldn’t society provide for a man like him? Isn’t the real cause of his violence against women that no woman provided for him, to cater to his needs as a man?

There’s no need to humanise the xenomorph or her facehuggers — they are alien creatures who seek only to breed and survive. They have no voice, only violent action.

But here comes the real horror of the film and what ramps up the terror inherent in it: yes, the xenomorph and her children are acting only on instinct, but Earth’s society is thinking about the value of it. The xenomorph’s offspring might be worth money. They might be converted into weapons and fire power, and scientific advancement.

In real life, the damage is losing the rapists who work at the company, or dealing with the media fall-out that might occur if rape victims spoke up about toxic work environments, or the legal fees that might be incurred — and thus, victims are silenced, let go, the working culture makes certain to defend and further enfranchise abusers while silencing and disenfranchising victims.

In Alien, The Company does what any company does in our society. It measures the damage caused by not just the assaults and the coerced impregnation and the death that will be caused in the result, against the potential profit of the xenomorph’s DNA, no matter how scary or violent or traumatising the xenomorph and its behaviours are.

Alien (1979) then becomes a perfect metaphor and parallel for sexual violence in our society — and especially as a male victim of sexual violence myself, but also as a transgender man, it really cuts to the core of the horror of it for me.

Yes, it’s terrifying to be raped, but it’s not terrifying because men are strong, and they all want to rape women, who are always so pure and innocent — women rape other women or men or nonbinary people; men rape other men and the same; corporations and other for-profit enterprises might work towards invasions and corruptions of individual bodily autonomy because it benefits them monetarily or societally; other political and governing bodies might work toward the same.

The terror of rape is in the invasion of your body against your will, your powerlessness to stop it or defend yourself, whether by force or coercion. It’s in the collapse of your desires for your body and its purpose as you see it to that of another person’s, or a third party’s.

And when that rape can come with the threat of pregnancy, there is a further terror — can you access emergency contraceptive and/or abortion services? Will they be delivered to you without prejudice and without delay? Will you be forced to submit to further invasions of your body, having a rape kit done, being tested for STIs, and having to describe your assault to police or to other violent authority figures, who as you describe it, will demean and undermine you, and do anything to discredit your testimony? Will you have to flee your state or country to get medical services to end a pregnancy? Will you be blocked off from these and forced by the state to carry a pregnancy to term, on top of having already been raped by an individual?

Unlike many other horror movies about rape, no one gets raped in Alien (1979), and then at the end, does a stirring monologue to sad piano music about how, yes, they were raped and attacked, but they couldn’t possibly kill “an innocent life” by having an abortion, because any female rape victim’s natural instinct is, of course, to want to be a mother to their rapist’s children. Anti-abortion activists aren’t putting facehuggers on their posters and their propaganda.

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#musings #essays #alien 1979 #sigourney weaver #xenomorph

[pumpkinbirth]

Potion Game

Base- alien

Add-ons- rapid pregnancy, orgasmic birth

Despite how straightforward this "experiment" seemed, it didn't do much to curb your nerves.

While you and the rest of the world were still reeling over the confirmation that humans most certainly were not alone in the universe, the government higher ups (who had apparently been privy to this fact for years) were already well into various negotiations and experiments with the extraterrestrials, such as the one you currently found yourself volunteered for.

You see, the other life that was out there was dwindling, much faster than they would like. So once it was revealed that our genetic makeup had even the possibility of compatibility, talks of crossbreeding soon followed.

Everyone stood to benefit, it seemed; they'd postpone their extinction, and humanity would have the chance to access even greater evolution. As for you, well...you'd just have to find out.

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This brought you to now, sitting in a small observation room. To your relief it wasn't the metallic, brightly lit room you were dreading, but rather was lit by a dim, warm light. The aliens, which were surprisingly similar to the greys of pop culture, had made it clear that harsh lighting would disturb and potentially damage their offspring's eyes.

Your eyes flicked to the two way mirror on the wall facing you, where scientists of both species had already been monitoring you for a couple hours now, starting right when you'd been successfully inseminated. Mentally you ran through how the experiment would go, provided it went smoothly; you were to remain in the observation room for the entirety of your pregnancy, which if the aliens were to be believed would be blissfully short, three days to a week at most. You were also to give birth by yourself, they would only intervene if it seemed like things were going south. The reason for this was apparently so the experiment wouldn't be sullied by invasive methods from either side; simply put, the baby would dictate how it would be born. The last thing, something the translator had relayed with an interesting expression, was that this experience would be "far more pleasant than you would expect".

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Ten hours in, the scientists in the next room watched as you repositioned yourself on the bed provided. The thin fabric of your hospital gown, which had been baggy on you that morning, was now stretched tightly over your newly swollen belly. Every now and then someone would come in to measure and photograph you, which you still found yourself being self conscious of every time.

To the untrained eye it looked like you were experiencing a normal pregnancy, except for a couple odd details. Your belly was flushed with a faint purple hue, which they had hypothesized was the fetus' blood mixing with yours in the placenta. The other detail was that you were sweating, but not with exertion or discomfort, far from it. That cryptic little hint from the translator turned out to be alluding to a natural chemical released by their hormones, which apparently induced an aphrodisiac effect in humans.

The scientists encouraged you to respond to any impulses or urges you felt, provided that it wouldn't harm you or the baby. While you were still very aware of being watched, the sensations became gradually impossible to ignore.

Three more hours went by and you'd shed the gown, sitting upright in the bed with your back supported by pillows. With one hand you cradled your belly, now visually comparable to a full term pregnancy, while your other was nestled between your spread legs, slick sounds hanging in the air as you sunk two fingers into yourself. Your thumb pressed and circled your swollen clit as you worked to bring yourself to yet another orgasm, having lost count of which one this was.

This one felt like it was going to be different, although you were too lost in the pleasure to voice this to them. Instead your fingers worked faster, your hips lifting as much as they could, and with a cry you finally felt the pressure come to a head as you came hard. An unfamiliar sensation washed over you, and your cheeks flushed as you felt a torrent of fluid gush out of you.

Panting softly you reached down to inspect it, finding your fingers coated with a slightly viscous violet liquid, what you assumed was your 'water'. It had definitely caught your off guard, considering you hadn't been experiencing conventional contractions. Gradually you realized that it was the intensifying pleasure that was leading up to your advancing labor, not pain.

Your heart raced as both you and the scientists realized that this was progressing much faster than they'd estimated; if things continued at this rate then you'd have experienced a full pregnancy and birth in under 24 hours. Before you could think about it any more you felt the odd pressure of your belly shifting, dropping as your alien baby began its descent.

Leaning back against your pillows you spread your legs wider, giving a clear view of the flushed lips of your cunt as you moaned through another pleasureful contraction. All shyness was fully out the window now, and you could think of nothing but just how wonderful it felt to give birth, the hormones doing their job perfectly. It wasn't long before you felt the urge to push, and you gave in without hesitation, the resulting orgasm making you squirt even more of the syrupy amniotic fluid.

In the adjacent room both groups of scientists were dutifully noting everything, some of them doing their best to ignore how much the sight and sound of your birthing was arousing them. This became more difficult as they watched you beginning to crown, the swollen lips of your cunt gradually stretching to accommodate a much larger head than it would with a human baby. Surely the aphrodisiac hormones was the aliens evolving an incentive for reproducing; one is more likely to want to give birth if it feels good, after all.

Back in the observation room you were panting heavily, voice hoarse from cumming so many times over the course of the day. You obeyed your body's urges and bore down hard, fluid leaking steadily out of you as you successfully pushed out the head. The overstimulation had you mewling desperately, and as good as this felt you were ready for it to come to an end. The hardest part was done, though, and a few more good pushes had the rest of the experiment slipping free from you.

A pair of scientists in protective gear swiftly entered, retrieving the baby before you could even ask about it. A twinge of sadness tugged at your heart, but you soon let it go. After all, now that the experiment was more or less successful, you suspected you'd have the chance to do this many more times.

#pumpkin answers #pumpkin writes #pregnancy kink #labor kink #birth kink #rapid pregnancy #alien birth #alien pregnancy #orgasmic birth

[jiminiereads]

fic recs: bts ii

disclaimer: some fics contain mature content, so minors DNI!!!!

jin

on the ropes @raplinesmoon a | s - wc: 18k

ex-boxer!jin, lawyer!reader, infidelity!au

stay with me @bts-trash-blog f

long-distance relationship, established relationship

give me love @taleasnewastime s | f - wc: 6.1k

established relationship!, pwp

night drive @minimonojoon f - wc: 3k

best friends to lovers!au, groomsmen!jin x bridesmaid!reader

i’m all yours @sailoryooons f - wc: 2.3k

best friends to lovers!au, idiots to lovers!au, so so soft!!

yoongi

speak now @vminity21 a | s - wc: 2.4k

friends to lovers!au, bride-to-be!reader

almost @bluewhale52 f - wc: 1.9k

established relationship!au, idol!au, wife!oc

like flowers we bloom @cupofteaguk f - wc: 5k

bad boy!au

no rebounds (series) @joheunsaram a | f | s - wc: 16k

marriage!au

hobi

the ick @taleasnewastime f - wc. 6k

friends to lovers!au

namjoon

first christmas @spideyjimin f - wc: 2.2k

established relationship!au, christmas!au, parents!au

how i love you @ahundredtimesover a | f | s - wc: 28.3k

established relationship!au, husband!namjoon

cruise control @lavienjin s | f | slight a - wc: 13.6k

street racer!au, doctor!reader

somewhere between the lines @caelesjjk s | a | slight f - wc: 9.8k

divorce!au, exes to lovers??

i love you @ughseoks f - wc: 1.8k

established relationship!au, slice(s) of life!au

doom boy @raplinesmoon a | s | slight fluff - wc: 14.2k

mafia!au, established relationship!au, namjoon thought he escaped his past…

class act @jvngkook97 f | s | a - wc: 4.7k

college!au, jock!namjoon, introverted!reader, strangers to lovers!au

an affair of the art @raplinesmoon f | slight a - wc: 1.3k

husband!namjoon, new parents!au, dad!namjoon, art enthusiasts!au

jimin

lovely demons @kpopfanfictrash a | s - wc: 41.7k

fantasy!au, enemies to lovers!au

serendipity (series) @sopebubbles a | f

idol!au, pregnancy!au, smau and written

lust @adonis-koo s - wc. 11k

demon!au, strangers to lovers

taehyung

heart of the flame (series) @chateautae a | s | f

roommates!au, friends to lovers!au

in bloom @untaemedqueen a | f | s - wc: 6.2k

tattooed&pierced!taehyung, tattoo artist!taehyung, florist!reader, married!au, family!au

farmer boy, i love you @strawberrynamjoon a | f | s - wc: 35k

farming!au, enemies to lovers

breath of spring @cupofteaguk f - wc: 9k

florist!au, strangers to lovers

girl code @allysonhope f | slight a - wc: 7.4k

friends to lovers!au, oc tries to respect girl code

come back home (series) @another-army-spot a | s | f

dad!taehyung, teen parents, exes to lovers

the odds on us @jimilter a | s | slight f - wc: 15.5k

exes to lovers!au

jungkook

crush @jungxk light a | f | s - wc: 5.1k

memory loss!au, established relationship!au, dad!au

a lover’s bond @latetaektalk heavy a | f - wc: 18.7k

greek mythology! AU- specifically orpheus and eurydice! AU

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established relationship!au, gamer!jk, crybaby!reader

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rockstar!jk, established relationship!au

down and down @koorara a | f - wc: 12k

mma fighter!jk, exes au

put your head on my shoulder @koorara slight a | f | s - wc: 10k

married!au, husband!jk

alien invasion @nocturnal-jeon f

fiancée!jk, new dad!jk

the reconnect @bonny-kookoo s | a | f - wc: 12.5k

exes to lovers!au, one night stand!au, dad!jungkook

bleeding for you @mercurygguk a | f - wc: 3.3k

EMT!jk, fiancé!au, car crash

inkling @gguksgalaxy a | s - wc: 17.7k

tattoo artist!jungkook

love in the dark @spideyjimin s | a f - wc: 18k

ceo au, forbidden romance au, established relationship au, exes to lovers

the truth untold @crispy-chan a | f - wc: 26k

royal!au, forbidden love, arranged marriage, knight!jungkook x princess!reader

lover @wnderkoo f - wc: 2.1k

established relationship!au, break up!au (BUT NOT REALLY)

the manliest @kookslastbutton s | f - wc: 1.2k

established relationship!au, crack, jk tries to be hard dom

under your skin @bonny-kookoo s | f | slight a

strangers to lovers!au, tattoo artist!jk, shy!reader

what if i love you too much? @taleasnewastime s | f | a - wc: 20.6k

neighborhood!au, single mom!reader

busted @btsgotjams27 f | slight smut (suggestive) - wc: 0.8

husband!jk, biker!jk (enough said)

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[dromedawrites]

MTMTE Ratchet, Drift, Rodimus, and Megatron helping you recover from top surgery.

Reader is transgender (ftm/ftn). Any pronouns are neutral. You can interpret this as romantic or platonic, though I drifted more romantic for some interactions. I might do more characters later!

(Also not super important but I like to think reader has some way of ‘mass shifting’ themselves on on the LL so they are not a tiny creature running around, unless you like that, lol.)

Crack/Fluff!!

Ratchet:

He did his homework. He knows so much about the procedure by now that he could have done it himself. 

What he doesn’t understand is why such a life-saving surgery is so bloody expensive.

No, seriously, why did it cost you 10,000 dollars? Do humans not have healthcare?

He would have done it for free, because he cares about you, but Ratchet understands it’s best you’re surrounded by human doctors in case something goes awry.

Ratchet is PREPARED when you come back disoriented and sore. He’s got a private room in his med-bay ready just for you.

It has everything; dry hair shampoo, oversized clothing, powdered deodorant, wedge/pregnancy pillows… so much.

He even has extra medication for you just in case.

Don’t ask how he got a hold of all of this. (It might have involved some stealing.)

He is incredibly gentle when he helps you. You feel so much better after he checks in on you.

Ratchet can’t believe how brave you are. Despite the pain you know you were going to go through, you still chose this. The right, albeit difficult, choice.

He’s proud.

Drift:

He would have helped you pay for the procedure if he could. 10k in human currency is nothing to him.

Drift could’ve been your gender-affirming alien sugar daddy.

You told him that they wouldn’t accept any type of alien money.

They might think it’s cryptocurrency.

Drift didn’t quite understand how invasive the surgery was until Ratchet explained it to him.

His jaw drops. He can’t believe how fucking strong you are.

Drift intensely empathizes with the pain. He’s had some life-threatening injuries with recoveries just as long.

He doesn’t think any of them come close to this though. Humans are a hundred times more fragile and you’re CHOOSING this?

He gives a lots of forehead kisses. You actually think it speeds the process. (You’re just gay.)

You have Ratchet, but Drift is like a second nurse whenever he visits. Which is often.

And of course, there are the mandatory healing crystals he leaves beside your medberth.

They’re pretty. They help distract you.

Plus, he leaves the best ‘Get Better’ notes.

Rodimus:

When you tell him you are getting surgery he panics a little. He doesn’t want his best friend to die!

He asks if you have cancer.

You have to calm him down and explain the TYPE of surgery you are gonna get.

He immediately relaxes, and when you ask why he thought you might have cancer he shrugs.

Rodimus has no idea what cancer is.

But he’s super happy for you!!!

He does his own ‘research’ (aka, just ask Ratchet) and has the same reaction as Drift.

There is so much bravery inside such a tiny human!!

You might also be the entire reason why the Lost Light is staying on Earth for a few months. 

Which actually is not so bad. Some bots are happy to be on Earth again.

The government isn’t so happy about it, but it works itself out. 

Rodimus may or may not have told them why they are here.

You get a congratulations note from the fucking President later and you are so confused??? 

He loves to help you reach for stuff on shelves now. It’s been weeks now and he is still doing it.

Flameboy misses cuddling with you until you are well enough again.

But then you have a giant 4 hour napping session with him once you are.

It was worth the wait.

Megatron:

Megatron is angry once he hears how much you had to pay for such an important procedure.

He wants to speak to the president.

He lets you vent about how cruddy trans healthcare is, in general, all over the world. It’s not much better anywhere else.

Instead of Rodimus he actually does research. 

The concept of ‘gender’ has always left a somewhat bitter taste on his glossa, but he’d be lying if he didn’t find the literature of queer folk interesting. 

Megatron is now a gender abolitionist and trans activist.

He gives you a giant, sappy hug before you leave. 

When you get back he’s upset he can’t give you the physical comfort you look like you need.

He is very patient though.

If it’s not Ratchet doing it, he makes sure you are taking your meds on time.

Despite his squeamishness when it comes to some functions of the human body he insists on helping you clean yourself.

He wants to keep you as comfortable as possible. (And not stinky. No offense. He loves you.)

Megatron is proud. Look at you. Even during recovery you seem happier.

He’s definitely not writing poetry about it. (He’s already written three by the time you fully recover.)

You get another cuddle session from Megatron once you’re ready for it. 

Megatron is secretly a giant teddy bear.

#Ratchet #Drift #Rodimus #Megatron #maccadam #transformers #mtmte #more than meets the eye #idw #transformers x reader #reader #ratchet x reader #drift x reader #rodimus x reader #megatron x reader #headcannons #reader is transgender #transgender #gay #ftm #ftn #topsurgery #recovery #fluff #crack #sorry if anything feels off #not a direct experience (yet) #they are very supportive #i tried to keep it short and it didnt work lol #drom.writes

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: Pregnancy, addiction

N. & I were in that drug clinic at the hospital, where I’m going to deliver. I had my usual prenatal check-up. I also asked the doctor for our babies sex. And yea, I was right! It's a BOY!!! 🩵Yeyy, I was so happy! I couldn’t wait for our baby to be born. And Nico was happy too. He was so excited. This time we could see our Baby really well on the screen. I saw his tiny hands, feet, his head and he also showed us his backside. He just turned around during the exam. Nico said our son looks like an Alien, because he had such a big head, but that’s normal, the doctor explained. And everything else was fine too. I was so relieved. I was always so worried about our baby's development. Those damn pills, yk? That’s exactly why I had an appointment at the drug clinic that day too, that was in the same building as the hospital. (A huge hospital.)

On my first visit at this hospital, 5 months ago, they told us what my treatment here will look like. As you already know, I didn’t like it! But I had no choice. I did this for my baby. Because IF my baby is affected by that Neonatal abstinence syndrome (NAS), he is in the best hands here. Her are the pros, so.... I just had to deliver at this hospital. (I’ve explained it all before and I don’t want to do it again.)

However, a doctor called me into his office/examination room, after I took a drug test....

Doc: Well! So far everything is fine. And after delivery, you have to come here once a week to get your pills.

Me: Yes, I’m aware of that. But how long do I have to do this treatment? Actually, I already have a doctor. Also I wanna quit those pills.

Doc: Before we talk about quitting, there are a few other things to deal with. Believe me, you don’t want to go through rehab after delivery. You will need good nerves! Heroin addicts never really quit anyway. And as for the duration of the treatment, we usually plan to accompany you and your baby here for a year. If everything goes well, you can switch back to your GP earlier.

Me: I have nothing against being treated here, I just don’t understand why a social worker has to accompany me? I mean those home visits. It's a invasion of my privacy. 😒

Doc: I’m not a social worker, I’m just taking care of your substitution treatment. And frankly, I don’t have time to argue with someone like you. My job is your addiction!

Nico: Your job doc, is to help and answer questions all day long.

Me: N.!! 🤦‍♀️...😬

Nico: What?🤷‍♂️😠 .. We're off the beaten path here. It’s unreasonable to come here with a little baby once a week just to get your pills. Besides, parking in this damn area is almost impossible or costs over 30 euros. I have to drive all the way across town to get to that hospital. How are you going to do this on your own? With a baby? I won’t always be there. One of us has to work. Abroad! But heey... maybe that social worker can help you and even pay all the tickets you need just to get here. At this... wonderful place.

Doc: Well-

Me: Thanks! Until next time, doc! 😬

We got up, heading for the door....

Nico: Now you're mad at me.

Me: No! Really not! You're right!. This place sucks! I’m sorry you have to come here because of me. But.... that’s the way it is N.🤷‍♀️.. You can’t talk to these doctors like this. Maybe our baby will need their help? That's why we're here.

Nico: This fucking doc can't help our baby. This guy can’t do anything! Except warm up the office chair with his lazy ass for the real boss of this.... damn institution. This wasn't even his office.

Me: Yeah, I think he just represented the doctor the other day. Anyway, once this is over, you can be.... mean to them! 😉I wouldn't mind.

This hospital is gonna drive me to hell!! 😒 Anyway! We went to my parents after that. I wanted to talk to my mom. I told her I was moving in with Nico.

My mom already knew. Nico’s mom called her and she also invited us all, my parents & me, to..... talk. 🤨 And Ana also talked to Nico & me. It was about Philip. Yep! Ana has seen Philip a couple of times during the summer. However, Ana has agreed to help Philip in court to get custody of Annabelle back. And she also needed Nico's and my help for this. So we’ll talk to Philip and help him of course. But what really was going on between Ana & Philip??? I didn't understand yet. 🧐

Also, I met Daniel. I was on my way home after work. This meeting was purely coincidental! It was not agreed between us.

The more shocked I was when I saw Daniel with another girl. I was..........just crying. 🤦‍♀️💔💔💔And since I’m such a jinx, he saw me too. 😖But the worst thing was........... I’m gonna do something unforgivable. 😢

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts 4 story #myrlgameplay #rl story #cw addiction #cw pregnancy #cw hospital

[dc-polls]

"That Really Happened?!" DC Comics Tournament

Entry Index

The submission form is officially closed and all the entry posts are drafted, so over the next week expect eight individual posts (without polls) to go up per day. Feel free to add on any propaganda for others to find in reblogs or comments. When we start the tournament, polls will link out to these entry posts for reference. Edit: Find the bracket HERE!

The list:

Justice League Doom Patrol Inflation Art

Supergirl gets romanced by her horse

Superboy gets the personality of Hitler

Sentient Music Note Saves The Day With The Power of… Gay Love?

Superman's Sentient Excised Tumor with Daddy Issues

Wet and Wild

Superman marries Supergirl

What if Space Jam but instead of fun, it's with Batman and it's horribly depressing?

3 Year Old Lian Harper Breaks Vandal Savage's Thumb

Black Mask Wears…er….

Jimmy Olsen Fucked Talia al Ghul

Submission Witheld Due to Copywrite

Can the real pol manning please step up?

Domestic Abuse Ghost Possession

Batman's dad tries to ruin his life

Mal Duncan gets punched in the dick by an Angel

Islamophobia Run Amuck (Joker Becomes Iranian Ambassador)

Superboy Has Two Daddies

Batman gives a guy ALS

So I Married a Protean and No One Told Me

This angel centaur is a genderfluid lesbian

Black Manta kills Aquaman's biological son, Aquaman tries to kill his adopted son

Wally Mobius Manhattan West

Animal Man discovers the Fourth Wall

Superman and Big Barda do a porno

My Favorite Same-Sex Couple in DC Comics is Technically Bestiality and Metaphorically Incest

Snowflame, The Supervillain Powered by Cocaine

Halloween Costume… of Death!

Superboy-Prime Punches Time

Jason Todd: Tentacle Monster (Tentatodd)

"Not Exactly Romeo": Gorilla Mommy Issues and Other Tales

Subway Puritans

Catwoman and the Penguin Cure COVID And Run Away Together

Shvaughn/Sean

Zachary Zatara Has Dead Twins

Baseball Game to Save Two Worlds

Schrödinger's Pregnancy

Green Arrow hunts humans for sport

Sexual Assault Is A Superpower, Apparently

Bob Haney Doesn't Know Who Wonder Girl Was Supposed to Be

Kon-El Got Enslaved By Furries (And It Led To Pearl Harbor 2!)

The Flash Meets Fidel Castro

Metron and Swamp Thing go for a ride

Hallucinagenic Party Balloons (for your own good)

Rock Turns Man Gay

The Earth-Saving Alien Dick

Alien Invasion and the Time-Travelling Boomerang

Lex Luthor Stole 40 Cakes (And That's Terrible)

#dc-polls-trh #I did my best to write and edit image IDs but let me know if I've made a mistake or if I need to tag differently or something #oh and the list order has been randomized #im still on the fence on seeding by hand vs taking this order so tbd

[princessnijireiki]

like... the idea that people are getting deeply aroused on some level (sexual, political excitement, what have you) over quite literally fringe radical separatist causes that already are facing criticism for being trans exclusionary and invasively policing the bodies of cis women applicants to "make sure" they're not too "masculine" or "secretly men," regardless of whatever "successes" random twitter user #24601 is claiming on the movement's behalf, is already not fabulous of y'all.

but the fact that thousands of people were willing & eager to believe in this despite literal decades of data on economic impacts on birthrates in east asian nations with regard to brain drain & depopulation from rural areas, increasingly unaffordable suburbs and cities, violently radicalized misogyny being propped up by state & private corporate support feeding into poor mental health outcomes of family dependence and student/worker isolation, and diminished access to healthcare in general is also like. you can't even say you don't know that when y'all make racist one child policy jokes or meme on the japanese PM, and y'all definitely grasp the concept every time a western news page talks about millennials zillennials and gen z not having babies after being very clear to clown us for decades about how, "haha this 1990s bitch can't afford a smoothie," no shit, idiot! minimum wage is like $7! so actually the real answer is you knew, forgot, or never internalized it, and don't give a shit until the statistics can be abused in your favor.

on top of telling me y'all either can't do arithmetic or don't give half a shit about covid to this day, so double fuck y'all & you're not on my survival team at this point lol, but especially its impact on gestational reproduction and what covid means as a consideration for child welfare or health of a pregnancy, because while there was a very real phenomenon of "covid babies" (both re: kids first socialized in comparative isolation and re: kids conceived because families/couples were at home), and ENSUING widely covered news of impacts on childcare WORKERS like teachers, babysitters, nannies, and other domestic labor infection & mortality rates... there were a ton of people who were/are frightened of everything going on and who very deliberately were or are not having kids as a result. so like... where the fuck is the rock YOU'VE been under for 4 or 5 years now? because it sounds nice, must be real quiet down there, you know?

I need some of y'all to stop getting your news from tiktoks of screenshots of tumblr posts of screenshots of tweets of screenshots of tiny snippets of news articles extrapolated wildly out of context and placed next to unrelated screenshots to further an agenda. because all you're doing at this point is announcing yourself as somebody who'd have seen the weekly world news reports at newstands in the '90s and sent some stranger in oregon a blank check for proof that the bat boy who married elvis to the loch ness mobster really existed and had information about bill clinton being replaced by an alien in the white house. grow up!

#yeah I threw in a '90s ass burn at the end maybe because I'm still bitter that cnn is right about me not being able to afford a smoothie! #so fucking what! google it & sue me about it

[muchelburstenstein]

Adventures of You: Alien Boyfriend

(Content Warning: Burst)

You let out a long, low groan as you feel labor pains begin to grip you tight.

You’d both been amazed when his seed took root inside you. His species was just different enough from humans that you were both certain your forbidden passion would never yield any offspring. And yet, the increasingly obvious roundness of your midriff, firm to the touch, filled with little flutters, could not be denied.

You grew so fast, the entirety of your pregnancy took only a month. The speed didn’t make it easy, however, you found yourself exhausted constantly, sore, your body not made for this. But you loved his children, just as you loved him.

That love didn’t wane, even as he told you the reason he hoped you would never conceive. Explaining in a quiet voice that his species reproduced with others through bursting, his kind always having been powerful, warlike.

It was an efficient way to dispose of enemies, male and female alike. Force their offspring into their bodies, the males paralyzed with agony as wombs grew inside them to house their rapist’s seed while the females simply endured what their kind was made for. When it was over, the unwanted offspring delivered “successfully”, there one less solder for the defending forces, and one more child for the invasion force.

That was long ago. His kind had realized the error of their ways, trying to do better, to be better. After many failed attempts, it seemed humans might have been immune, not only able to conceive normally, but even resistant to the genetic override their potent seed preformed. Now… you both know that he was wrong.

Unfortunately, at this point there was nothing the two of you could do. Your alien lover rubbed your belly, cared for you tenderly, waiting for his children to be born the only way they knew how. Waiting for your inhuman children to steal you away from your loved ones. Waiting to burst.

It feels like the day, tragically, has arrived at last. You let out another hiss of pain, the pressure building within you. “I think it’s t-time…” You whimper, another potent shove already making your gravid orb bulge forward. “Mnph! It hurts!” You cry, leaning against your lover as he helps guide you to the same bed he impregnated you on.

“It’s going to hurt, darling…” His voice was deep, soothing. “The baby wants to be born, all you can do is relax as much as you can…” His tone is one of sorrow, remorse, but with a hint of eagerness. His kind couldn’t help but find this process exciting, stimulating. They were genetically programmed to want to violate, to impregnate, to watch burst, guarding the host of their seed until their children hatched them like a lovely, terrified egg.

Part of you realizes your boyfriend will very likely get off to the memory of this. Touching himself, bringing himself to climax as he remembers you here, sobbing in pain that is getting worse with every passing moment. You don’t have long to consider it,, groaning as you lay back, your life-filled mound surging forward time and again at a steady, slowly increasing tempo. Your terrible children become more eager to be born from your doomed body, their attempts to hatch you mounting. Tears run down your face as you open your legs instinctively, throwing your head back as the ugly sensations overwhelm you.

“I know love, I know… Let it all out… They’re coming, try to relax. All you can do is let them come like a good girl, fighting it will only make it hurt worse, take longer. Let them tear you open, even though it hurts… yes, just like that…”

His words give you something to focus on besides the overwhelming pain, and you try not to tense. It’s so hard. It’s only getting worse, thrust by thrust you feel blood pooling within you, damage forming, growing, your body starting to break. Your womb is buckling, muscle fibers starting to be overwhelm, to snap.

It’s really happening. You’re going to burst, you can feel it, his babies are tearing you open. You sob as you realize there’s nothing you can do to stop this. Since the moment you opened your legs and let him cum inside you, you were doomed to become pregnant. To go into labor. To die in childbirth, right here, these alien children tearing you apart from inside.

You arch your back, toes curling into tight balls as you press your baby bump forward, trying desperately to relieve some of the hideous, unbearable pressure that’s echoing all the way back along your spine. You kick your feet, trying to scoot back into your lover, who is sitting behind you, to escape the monster causing you so much pain.

But you can’t. It is your child as much as his. And you, sadly, are a girl. You have no choice but to birth it.

You never had any choice.

You scream in agony as you begin to hear little tearing sounds from inside. Your boyfriend brings his arms over your own, keeping them from reaching your belly, and gently, carefully rubs the bruised, breaking mass of your inhuman pregnancy.

“They’re so strong…” He coos as you sob, his breath catching as he tries to bite back a groan of pleasure. He is enjoying seeing you cry, delighting in your screams and groans, taking sadistic pleasure in restraining you to ensure the safe arrival of your murderers. “You’ve done so well. I’m sorry this is so painful, but I know you can do it. Just let your child emerge. Deep breaths, let it happen… Don’t hold back…

“Scream for me, sweetheart. Nice and loud. Scream as our babies burst you. I love you.”

The tearing sounds get louder. His soothing hands stroking your gravid orb are the only pleasure in a sea of hot, burning pain. Your hands grip his forearms so tight that your nails are digging into his flesh, drawing blood as you howl in agony, kicking your feet against the mattress in desperation. Your uterine wall is rupturing, breaking open, and you can feel every nightmarish moment of it. You shriek and sob in despair and torment as your lovechild tears you apart.

“Just a bit more now. You’re so close. Let them come out. Birth for me.”

The thrusting becomes constant, the bulges grow more pronounced, your abdominal wall the only thing in the way of your baby being born as your uterus gives way completely, a cold, numb, horrible gap in your body, a massive internal wound that you know you have no chance of surviving. Your lover reaches up, holding your hands, forcing your arms open, keeping you from harming your newborn in a pain crazed panic.

Your back archs even harder, you plant your feet and lift yourself on your legs, just a bit, to lift your bump into the air, to possibly relieve this ugly, deadly pressure, to perhaps remind your alien baby that there is another place it could exit from if it would just use it. A shriek escapes you, a moan of deep satisfaction from behind you, and a small wound forms just below your belly button. Blood runs from the wound as your sole support purrs his encouragement.

“Oh gods, baby you’re crowning… it’s crowning hon, it’s almost here, almost done... I’m so proud of you. Just a little more… I’m so sorry… I didn’t want this… I want you with me… I’m sorry…”

What he did or didn’t want doesn’t matter. No more than what you wanted did.

Another thrust makes the damage grow, and another worsens it further. Your sensitive skin is splitting open, and you howl, the dying cry of an animal, your own child killing you as you give birth to it. Your legs are trembling, your arms quivering, your eyes unable to look away from your alien baby crowning through the gushing wound its torn.

Thrust.

Thrust.

THRUST!!!

The head tears it’s way free, little arms reaching up, a warbling cry of a newborn creature mixing with your raw shriek of indescribable agony. You collapse back down, struggling to draw breath, as your love wraps his arms around you.

“I love you, I love you, I’ll tell it all about you I promise, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry… You’re such a good mommy… I’m so proud of you...” He’s crying, shaking behind you, distraught that his act of passion lead to this. At the same time, you feel his hardness, the thing that killed you a month ago, pressing into your back, unable to stop himself from being aroused, watching you hatch for him, because of him, the act so horribly empowering and natural for his kind…

You reach back, holding the side of his face. You both agreed to risk it, he didn’t force this on you. It’s not his fault.

You open your mouth to say so, but you feel so dizzy all of a sudden, the wetness running down your ruined belly as you feel the creature starting to pull itself free. You close your eyes. Becoming a mom is hard work, after all. You trust him to clean the gore, your lifeblood, off of your precious little burster baby. You trust him to love it, to raise it. To care for it like it deserves, and to not punish himself for giving you the child you always wanted.

But you can’t say any of it. You’re so tired, it’s sooo hard to think now. You remember, it was… important to not fall asleep… Oh yea, your baby was coming! That’s right. But… everything feels so weird, all numb… You just… need a quick nap…

You let yourself slump into your boyfriend’s arms, his howl of grief fading away...

#bad end #bursting #alien pregnancy #alien burst #pregnancy

[ao3feed-superbat]

Am I Dying?

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZCYKay by DuckFromDuckVille Alien Invasion was stopped, and the Pain Bruce had been feeling the past week had gotten worse. Is he dying? If only the love of his life Clark Kent wasn't dead, he could check him. Bruce isn't dying, but what happening to him is a surprise. As of Right now this is a stand-alone fic Words: 2827, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Alfred Pennyworth, Barry Allen, Clark Kent Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Mpreg, Trans Bruce Wayne, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, graphic childbirth, Childbirth, Fear of Death, Implied Sexual Content, Pain, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Protective Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Might be dead read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZCYKay

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

[megamindsupremacy]

Billy Batson fic recs

A birthday is just another day by Wolfsbanesparks

Billy had never been in the habit of celebrating his birthdays. He didn’t need the attention or the unnecessary fuss people made of the occasion. In fact when he bothered to remember the date at all it tended to make him more depressed than anything. Like right now for instance, where he felt more like curling up in a ball and blocking out the rest of the world for a while instead of facing his teammates.

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No one is going to believe you by Oka_hills1232

Captain Marvel enjoys pulling a very specific prank on unsuspecting members of the Justice League once a year, every year.

Cyborg had known Captain Marvel for a few months, and for the most part, he’d really liked the guy. Up until a few hours ago he’d have said the big red cheese was the nicest, most genuine person you’d ever meet--now though, now he’d come to the inevitable conclusion that Marvel was a conniving, devious little gremlin. A sneaky, underhanded trickster. Truely, he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. An evil genius hiding in plain sight.

This revelation was set in motion a few years before Victor had joined the league…

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A firm place to stand by cdelphiki

Clark hasn't known Billy Batson for long, but he does know that Billy is a ten-year-old homeless child, who somehow has been burdened with the powers of the gods. There are so many things wrong with that, but not much Clark could do about it. Except offer Billy a safe place to live and the guidance of an adult who understands. For some reason, Billy says no thanks. Who knew it would be so difficult to convince a kid to stop living on the streets?

or: the Clark adopts Billy au I've wanted to write for years.

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Baby blues by wolfbanesparks

Harley had never been to Fawcett City in her life, but she had heard that it was basically as different from Gotham as a city could possibly be. Bright. Cheery. Happy. Friendly. Safe.

It was a place where, with any luck, she could ride out her pregnancy in secret and find a proper home for the kid afterwards.

Meeting the resident superhero and befriending the sweet kid from across the hall just made things more interesting.

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Waffles and bullshit by luminous_lily12

In the aftermath of an alien invasion, Billy calls bullshit when the Justice League rocks up to a diner for dinner in civies.

Honestly. It's just a dumb decision.

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The world won’t wait until you’re older by Kathkin

Shazam didn’t understand how taxes worked. He always seemed kind of lost when they talked politics. Wally often had the sense that he was nodding along with things he didn’t really understand. He knew what vaping was. Inexplicably he knew what TikTok was. Weird guy.

The Justice League try to adjust to their newest member. They know he's hiding something from them, but in their line of work everyone has secrets. Shazam's no different. Is he?

Or, the Justice League accidentally inducts a child and then deals with the fall-out.

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The many ages of captain marvel by roses_bloom_in_greenland

How old is Captain Marvel? That's a good question and one that the whole League has.

Bored to death during an uneventful monitor duty, Hal takes it upon himself to get answers--meaning that he straight up asked Captain Marvel.

What shocks him is not the answer, but the fact that there are multiple.

Meanwhile, Billy Batson is just trying to get enough food to survive the winter--and if he has to fuck with the other Leaguers to do it, he will.

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5 times the justice league met members of the shazamily (and the one time they realized why they hadn’t been introduced) by amanita_cynth

"It all started for Barry when he was overtaken by something bright purple and cackling."

Exactly what it says on the tin- the Justice League realising that there are more magical superheroes out there through a series of bizarre encounters while Captain Marvel avoids answering their questions.

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For ever is a long time by NaTeO11

There are many people that are immortal.

Billy and Damian are immortal.

And children.

And Damian got a bit enough of Klarion's meddling between them. Having spent 100 years together, he might as well as make a move since the last living brother still stands.

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The power of the gods by magical_devil_alex

Everyone knew Captain Marvel had the powers of gods, but never in the Justice League's life did they ever think they would come face to face with them.

Or, 6 times the Justice League realized how damn powerful Captain Marvel is, and the one time they found out Billy Batson was even stronger.

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Immortality is wasted on the young by moralluambiguous

Billy Batson is ten, and next year he's going to be in the sixth grade; Billy Batson's been 10 for a long time, and he's never going to be in the sixth grade

EDIT: ROUND TWO ADDITIONS

Billy batson and the orphan leaguers Christmas party by wanderbird

All in all, by the time the first snows hit, Billy was about as prepared for winter as he thought he could be. Then Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter invited him to the first party he'd been to in years, overturning all of Billy's holiday plans.

Not that Billy minded. His holidays sucked.

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Statute of limitations by oka_hills1232

Captain Marvel has been in the game for a decade now. He's very likeable, everyone agrees on this, but that's about the only thing anyone can say about him. For however friendly he seems, he's never really talked about his life outside of the cape. That is, until today. The Justice League has just learned something rather alarming about their enigmatic colleague Captain Marvel. They really need to talk to him about it, the problem is, he's very hard to get ahold of… Billy's just here to enjoy himself and revel in the big reveal, after all, it's not like anyone can stop him now.

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A reason to fight by magical_devil_alex

Billy Batson's last memories consisted of staring into Superman's eyes as his former mentor burned a hole into his skull. After that, there was nothing but horrible darkness and a voice calling out to him, one that continued to get stronger and stronger. Without any warning, he's reborn, awaking in the Rock of Eternity to find out that he never actually died, and the Regime has fallen.

He should be happy knowing that the Insurgency won, that Superman was getting the justice he deserved… but he couldn't be. Something in Billy Batson died, and even now with the help of Shazam, it was never coming back.

In a world trying to get back onto its feet, how could he be apart of it, especially knowing he was part of the reason it fell in the first place?

AKA, I'm salty that Shazam died in Injustice and this is my way of giving the middle finger.

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Play pretend by electricdazeworld

Basically stuff happens and Billy gets de-transformed, leading the league to think he got de-aged.

Billy ends up just rolling with this and tries to find a way to not be busted for actually being a kid

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The heart of eternity by kathkin

"What’d you want, mister?”

“I want your life.” There’s a smooth sound of steel on leather as he draws his sword, and Freddy’s throat goes tight. The metal has a sheen to it, like an oil slick. Looking at it turns his stomach in a way he’s never experienced before – not when he’s powered up. There’s a wrongness about it so intense that it takes him half a second to process what the guy had said.

“What?” he says.

“I come to this realm seeking to face the champion in combat. You will fight me, champion – to the death.”

“Yeah, I’m,” Billy says, “not gonna do that.”

When you're the champion, it feels like nothing can hurt you; it feels like you can fly forever. A visitor from another world. A normal night gone off the rails. An adventure turned into a nightmare.

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I am not a prince by oka_hilld1232

Teth hasn't claimed to be a good person in a long time, but there are certain lines he's not willing to cross--even on his crusade against the Old Wizard--and now he has discovered his mortal enemies greatest secret. The only question now, is what is he going to do about it? Fawcett City is closing ranks, Khandaq is up in arms, the media are losing their minds, the gods themselves are restless, and Captain Marvel isn't saying anything. The Justice League is growing increasingly concerned by their enigmatic friend Captain Marvel and the apparent custody battle he is now embroiled in with his nemisis. Superman and Batman take it upon themselves to investigate, and help if they can. Superman because he's always had a soft spot for the Champion of Magic, and Batman because there has never been a case involving a kid that he hasn't taken very personally. Billy Batson has been independent for years now, and he's not about to let anyone tell him what to do.

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(obligatory self rec)

Aging

Billy has had a long, long time to come to terms with the realization that he may be aging up, but he will never age out being a hero. It takes him a few decades to figure himself out, nonetheless.

#mads posts #dc fic recs #billy batson #billy batson fic rec #pls tell me if I messed up any formatting or links #not sure if I should leave this as is or if I should add a read more #tell me if I should add a read more #fic recs #fic rec list #dc fic rec list

[oreganosbaby]

Just remembered another point I’ve had cooking abt Shiv and pregnancy/being fucked (as opposed to fucking in the active position in a social sense):

I think that if she had to seriously confront the possibility of being pregnant, she wouldn’t see a baby that she could carry and give birth to as being her own. The most obvious expression of non-ownership of the baby is how the baby would take (as an example) Tom’s name. While I don’t think she necessarily hates children broadly, I feel like she’d see pregnancy as kind of like having an alien parasite in a way. She’d feel like she’s a host to his children. I mean, she (rightfully) accuses Tom of treating her like an incubator which, aside from general anger about being objectified, also shows this alienation she feels from pregnancy itself. This relates to “being fucked” because to get pregnant, she would be forced to see herself as “being fucked” rather than “fucking.” He would have to literally cum inside her and rather than die, the sperm would automatically turn her into the incubator she doesn’t want to be. To her, making a baby wouldn’t be an act of two people coming together with their complimentary reproductive systems to produce a life but the invasion and subsequent colonisation of her body wherein she’s forced to abdicate control.  Her getting pregnant would be such a high level of ownage and humiliation because she’d get owned by Tom (or whomever) and her own body which would be betraying not only her conscious mind but her emotions as well. Being pregnant would feel like almost a loss of agency and individuality, two things she’s truly wanted her whole life. If we go by what Roman said about her body being innately hostile to reproduction (just as his is one that enables death and decay), we could see that as her instinctive will to fight for her individual freedom.

#dalia writes #succ sesh

[lost-in-sokovia]

Could you continue the thing of pregnancy headcanons with Scout as well?

sure thing! (this turned out to be way longer than i intended so just a warning haha)

pregnancy headcanons

when you find out you’re pregnant, percy was still being held captive

you cried that day, all alone in your struggling town because your father-in-law insisted that you stayed behind. there was nobody for you to tell, everyone had their own problems to deal with because they had loved ones missing as well, and there was nobody there to help you

considering the last time you had seen percy he was getting arrested and sent to santa fe, it wasn’t like things had been wonderful prior to the alien invasion

you were terrified that percy was dead and that you’d have to raise this baby on your own

you were overjoyed that evening when everyone who had been lost returned home. you saw percy and woodrow, dirty and dehydrated, with the rest of the town slowly entering

you’d rushed out of your small home and ran as fast as you could with tears streaming down your face, nearly tackling percy in a hug

he caught you and held you as you wrapped your legs around him, letting out a shaky sob into his neck

“i-i thought you were dead,” you sobbed. percy looked to his father with wide eyes and woodrow nodded

“that’s her,” you heard him say lowly

something inside you froze when you heard your father-in-law mutter that to his son. you slowly began to unwrap your legs from around your husband and stand. your arms were still wrapped around his neck as you pulled away to look at his slightly bewildered expression

“…percy? baby?” you asked. his green eyes concentrated on you as he racked his brain for more details about you. you began to panic, your heart rate picking up and breathing begin to become harsher. you glanced to woodrow

“why isn’t he-“ “he’s been having some trouble rememberin’ things since he got saved…” woodrow cleared his throat. your breath hitched and you looked desperately at your husband, his expression faltering with embarrassment

“don’t worry though, he’s been doing mighty well piecing things back together with a little nudge,” your father-in-law added, trying to soothe your anxieties and boost his son’s confidence. this was a different side of woodrow you hadn’t seen before. he usually wasn’t this kind or complementary to percy

you blinked away your tears as you stared at your husband, sympathy rising in your chest; things must’ve been worse than you thought. you reached a hand up to rub away some of the dirt that powdered his face with your thumb

“i-i’m sorry…” he mumbled, his gaze falling. you shook your head and lifted his chin. “hey, hey, it’s okay,” you promised. “we’re gonna get you back to normal, hm? we’re gonna fix this,” you said, fresh tears brimming your eyes

“he remembered all by himself your name was y/n,” woodrow added from the side. a grin formed on your cheeks and percy sighed

“you remembered that, baby?” you asked happily. your husband was still embarrassed, obviously not his cocky self. “yeah, pa mentioned me havin’ a wife and it came back to me,” he huffed, slightly frustrated “i don’t remember much about you darlin’ and im sorry… but what i do remember’s that your name is y/n and that i love you, i loved ya so much.”

you smiled sadly and pulled him into a passionate kiss, his grip around your waist tightening. you pulled away when you absolutely had to take a breath and you pressed your forehead against his

“i love you too, percy dolarhyde. let’s take you home and wash you up— i promise you’ll start remembering things in no time,” you whispered

telling him you were pregnant would have to wait

it only took a few days for percy to have regained his memory. it wasn’t like it was majorly gone or anything, he just needed a little boost to jog his memory

he had never been more loving towards you, either. you were the only thing percy ever cared about before being taken hostage, but you could tell that being in that place messed with his mind in more ways than one

he was constantly telling you how much he loved you, hugging and kissing on you. he was even kinder to the people in town, and that warmed your heart

four days after percy’s return, you decided to tell him you were pregnant

it was a bright morning and the sun lit up every single inch of the room. your head was rested against percy’s chest as he held you, rubbing your back and staring at the ceiling as the two of you tried to gain the energy to get up

your stomach ran somersaults inside as you took a deep breath. “perc?” you asked quietly

“hm, darlin?” he whispered back. you turned your head to look up at him and met his tired gaze, a weak smile curving his lips

“there’s one thing i didn’t remind you of, and i don’t know if you remember it or not,” you hesitated. percy cocked an eyebrow. “well you can tell me, i ain’t afraid”

you bit your lip. “before you got taken, we were… tryin’,” you said carefully. you could see the confusion once more in your husband’s expression. “‘tryin’?’” he repeated. you exhaled. “tryin’ for a baby,” you added. percy looked back up at the ceiling again, trying to see if he had any recollection of that taking place

“hmm… yeah… i think i remember that?” percy confirmed hesitantly. you gulped

“i’m pregnant, baby,” you finally told him

his green eyes blinked and widened at you before he pulled you further up his body to kiss him. all your anxieties melted away against his lips as you maneuvered your legs to straddle him

when his lips released from yours he beamed at you, tears forming in his eyes

“oh sweetpea… darlin’… i remember now,” he breathed. your smile grew and grew and you bit your lip to contain your excitement at his reaction

“i can’t believe this. i don’t deserve this,” he let out a small cry. you cupped his face and kissed his lips before looking at him sternly

“yes you do, percy. you listen to me: i know how you’ve acted in the past, but your love never faltered for me and you always treated me like a princess. you’re a changed man now, and this is the start of your new life.”

percy’s glossy eyes stared at you lovingly as he nodded slowly. “i love you, ya understand?” you asked. he kissed you again and you smiled, running your hand through his gingery hair

after that, percy was constantly touching you

he was also so immensely proud telling everyone that he was gonna be a dad, one arm wrapped around you and kissing your head

when you and percy told woodrow, you saw the old man shed a tear; something you’d never seen him do before. he clasped his son on the back, clearing his throat and muttering out a “good for you, son” and percy beamed

percy would always have one arm around your waist when the two of you went out, and watching him grow more civil and kind to the people around the growing town made your heart flutter

he wasn’t afraid of pda either: not in the same way he used to, like making out with you against a post or something, but in the way he would kiss your head and mumble “i love you” into your ear

he also would spend more time at home with you

“wanna go out for drinks, percy?” “mister i’d sure love to, but i gotta pregnant wife waitin’ for me at home who needs attendin’ to”

percy was so enthusiastic about being a father, too. one of his greatest accomplishments was building a cradle all by himself and he didn’t shut up about how proud he was of if for weeks

at night in bed he’d kiss you all gentle and sweet, rubbing your belly as you sigh against his lips

“you’re everythin’ to me,” he’d whisper. he was so gentle with you, and that wasn’t something you always got before he was taken. he was always loving, yes, but never gentle and vulnerable with you like this

when laying in bed he’d be the big spoon and pull you as close to him as possible, one arm over your waist with his hand gently circling your stomach

as you got further along, percy would refuse to go anywhere without you

he’d have you come to work with him and woodrow always made sure someone was watching over you and attending to your every need

“she’s carrying my baby, y’know,” percy would tell whatever men were elected to look after you (both as an fyi and a slight threat)

you always told percy you’d be fine at home but he wouldn’t allow it. until his father gave him some time off closer to when you were due, you were going to be with him

that stemmed from percy being afraid to lose you again. he knew you could look after yourself at home, but percy needed to be by your side always

as your tummy grew, percy went wild

this man would entirely take time out of his day to compliment you on how big your boobs were getting and you’d be like “😐k thanks”

he would come up from behind you and kiss at your neck and you’d have to remind him that you were already pregnant and to slow his roll

that never stopped him at night if you know what im saying😏

one night as percy laid with his head on your shoulder and hands caressing your bump, fear struck through you; what if you didn’t give percy a boy? what if that’s what he was expecting? would he be disappointed? would he leave you?

“percy,” you whimpered. he looked up at you and saw tears begin to fill your eyes. he panicked, sitting up to get a good look at you

“don’t cry, sweet darlin’, what’s wrong?” “what if it’s not a boy?” you whispered barely audibly

percy stared at you for a minute and ran his hand through his long hair, before tutting and leaning over to give you a kiss and wipe one of your tears with his thumb

“oh sweet girl, i ain’t expectin’ nobody in particular,” he reassured. you sniffled

“y-you’d be happy if it was a girl?” you croaked. he laughed his gorgeous laugh and nodded his head

“hell yeah i would! a lil’ girl with braids in her hair, bein’ as pretty as her momma,” he cooed, rubbing his nose against yours. he gently kissed you again and rubbed his hand over your bump

“i’m just lucky this is real, sweetpea. i’ll be the happiest man on the goddamn planet no matter who it is, hm?” he cuddled close to you. you exhaled and nodded, carding your hands through his hair

“i love you” “not more than i love you, darlin’”

when it came around time for your due date and percy was granted a sort of paternity leave (or whatever) by his father, he would do all your chores around the house and was constantly worried you’d just pop at any given moment

when baby dolarhyde decided it was time to make their appearance, however, it was lucky it was during the day and percy was able to get ahold of the doctor quickly despite the fact he was absolutely losing his chill

percy kneeled at your bedside as you squeezed his hand and yelled, him looking at you with worried green eyes

“don’t go,” you breathed. percy shook his head “i won’t”

if percy dolarhyde wants to stay in the room, percy dolarhyde gets to stay in the room and will throw a goddamn fit if otherwise and the doctor learned that the hard way

percy nearly passed out when he looked between your legs and one of the midwives had to slap him to wake him up

fucking complaining about you squeezing his hand too hard

“you just keep pushin’, darlin’… you jus’ keep… jesus christ y/n lay off the squeezin’ would ya?”

you give out one last strangled yell before percy’s ears are filled with the sounds of a baby’s cry

he scoffs and covers his mouth with his free hand as he sees the pink little body being held up

“oh-“ he can’t fathom any other words before he dives into your lips, kissing you passionately as you tiredly kiss him back and cup one of his cheeks

“i love ya, y-you’re amazin’… jesus christ…” he’s breathing as he tries not to cry

“it’s a girl. congratulations, mr. and mrs. dolarhyde”

you look nervously to percy who is just overflowing with joy as he watches the tiny baby be placed on your chest, still crying

“oh my sweet girl,” he coos brokenly, trying to place his finger between her soft fist. you exhale and smile, overcome with relief. “oh, she’s so tiny,” percy remarks. “look at you, you lil’ scout”

“scout,” you breathe. percy looks at you with glossy eyes and you gently nod. “scout marigold dolarhyde,” you offer. percy lets out a happy, breathy sob

scout, the little dolarhyde girl

y’all can thank cowboys and aliens for this hdhhdh

#percy dolarhyde x reader #scout marigold dolarhyde #cowboys and aliens #paul dano x y/n #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano fanfiction #paul dano fanfic #paul dano

[leggerefiore]

Okay I seriously love that alien invader and magical girl post you did, can you do more? Like what is a future fight going to be like? What will happen when the alien bros find out they’ve been mating with their enemy? Is the world doomed?

more unhinged rambling about this au, yay haha. Its a mess and also children because this is an au from friend and i, and we have a pseudo story.

cw: poly, aliens, fem reader, pregnancy, alien invasion, bad end kind Of

● Their plans for invasion were pushed back with the realisation of your pregnancy. Instantly, their demeanours seemingly shifted from planning and aggression, to relaxed and gentle. The topic failed to even be brought up, as they were both readying themselves for your new hybrid child. Ingo fell into helping decorate for a nursery, which ended up being complicated with the announcement of twins. Emmet became protective quickly, not wanting to leave you alone. It was then you learnt about the human's attempt to fight back before you intervened. Many times they had tried to take them away, wanting to research and experiment on them. This was unwanted, naturally, and Emmet was paranoid for the safety of your children. You, as well, for that matter.

○ The sudden disappearance of their rival did not go unnoticed. Ingo commented on it, pondering if she had perhaps saw no reason to continue a fruitless battle. They were clearly evenly matched and stuck at a stalemate. Emmet nodded. That seemed corrected. You sipped your tea in the background and feigned ignorance. Hope remained that your children would put an end to their fathers' plans. Both still were too entranced with the idea of parenthood that the idea of your sudden appearance and their rival's disappearance didn't correlate in their minds.

● The twins were small, squirmy beings that appeared more human than alien. If it weren't for the ebony blood that coursed in their veins. You adored them greatly, while the brothers celebrated their birth with much excitement. Their first children were always special ones. “In my near millennia of life, I never thought the day would come so soon,” Ingo spoke while holding the older twin, Emma, “Our species repopulation will assuredly go well…” Your head turned to him while Emmet sat beside you on the bed to play with Inka. They were that old? What did they mean, repopulation? You kept these questions to yourself for now.

○ Time passed, and both seemed much too focused on parenting to return, still. You had bought time. Hopefully, the girls could transform by the time they were teenagers. Another child came to help borrow more time, but your son, Erin, was more alien than human. Pointed ears and black sclera, but with your red blood within him. Ingo became endeared with him, and doted over him constantly while the girls grew. Finally, the time came, and you heard of two new heroines sudden appearance to counteract the strange things happening. Furthered by Ingo's and Emmet's complaints.

● It was going so well, until the aliens came home early one day. The kids were still at school, so it was just you three. You were sitting on the couch, doing some light reading before getting dinner ready. Emmet gave you a strange look with a malicious smile. Ingo cleared his throat. “We had been distressed by the sudden appearance of these new rivals,” he explained, while taking a seat in a nearby chair, “I wondered if they had come from our previous one… I presume that is the case, of course.” Emmet sat down beside you, pulling you close to him. “Our rivals are Inka and Emma,” the younger twin cooed, “I thought you came to our side. Were we wrong?”

○ “Aren't you teaching Erin how to help you invade?” you retaliated. It was an unfortunate truth from their side, you had notices. They believed Emma and Inka's powers to more akin to a normal human's rather than themselves and chose not to involve them, but they had yours in the end. “… We are,” Ingo gave you that, “How come you never told us?” You wondered if their species usually mated for life with people trying to force them off their planet. “I still somewhat fear death,” you sighed. The fear needed to be admitted. Emmet hummed before hugging you close. “Nope! Loved you verrry much. Still do,” the alien suddenly brought out his tentacles, “I want to recreate some of our battles. For fun.” Ingo gagged, but agreed with the first half of his sentiment.

● They seemingly didn't mind the fact you were their previous rival, more so annoyed by the fact that the girls were opposing them. You remained mostly uninvolved, knowing they wouldn't harm them in any way. Everything continued in a certain lull. Their progress was constantly thwarted by the girls. You managed to convince them to leave the Erin out of everything, but the boy now seemed invested in the planet's takeover. It was only after a situation that involved Inka and researchers that left you finally giving into the invasion. Learning that your daughter had been nearly drained of her blood was something that broke you. Days of sobbing followed while you held her close, Emmet had finally got bored with messing around. Humanity had hurt someone precious to him.

○ You relented, and most of humanity was ended within a month's time. If they weren't playing games, the earth would have been gone sooner. Inka was mad despite the trauma that had happened to her, preferring to view herself as humanity's protected. Emma couldn't excuse it, however. When the planet fell, the rest of their species joined them, happy to finally have a habitable home. You were praised endlessly for being the mate of their leaders and producing more members of their race. It wasn't long until you agreed to their medical care that extended your life span to nearly as long as theirs.

● The queen duty demanded a lot upon you, with a lot of the population issues being fixed by your couplings with the twins. Your body has shifted, too, going from a menstrual cycle to an estrus cycle. Heats were a strange experience, but were always settled by one of the twins. In the end, the invasion ended up more as a mixture of humans and their species rather than a total invasion. It wasn't too bad, you'd admit. You were happy with your family and duties as queen.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #alien au