Was Gonna Draw A Fluffy Omegaverse Mpreg Bruce But I Listened To The Wrong Playlist 😔

Their child will be so very loved

another late patreon reward! this time was prom birthing a voretooth, go check the uncropped version on twitter or the uncensored version and more on patreon!

"We need to find Noct.” He sounded slightly disappointed, “Because if we don’t, I can’t protect you… Or our child…”

🎁 for @charactersyoudontknow, who just keeps on delivering (pun intended). this fic in particular lit a fire under my ass and made me want to experiment with storyboard-ish drawing. you can read 'Trying to Keep Up' here (and check out their other works too)!

Please part twoneeds to be made lol please

;-) Part 1 An hour later found Ignis in the throws of labor, far earlier than any birthing book or medical website had informed him labor would progress. Ignis was someone who planned meticulously, and he’d done a great deal of research into childbirth with every spare moment he’d had over the entirety of his pregnancy. He knew about the differences between Braxton Hicks contractions and the real thing, he knew the stages of labor and how things would progress, he knew how to time contractions and prepare for active labor. But despite his research, in the face of the real thing he felt wholly out of his element—not that any amount of research could have prepared him for the reality of giving birth in a chocobo stable in the middle of a storm while his partners were well out of reach.

There had been no obvious signs of early labor before his three companions left him at the post—and now here he was, a scant few hours later, with his water broken and his contractions coming so closely together he could barely breathe.

Another contraction washed across him, so strong he could no longer hold back a shout of pain. The noise unsettled the chocobo, who fretted and shifted around him with anxious energies to match his own, but whose movements were background to Ignis’ discomfort.

Pressure was mounting between his legs, so suddenly and urgently Ignis allowed his thighs to fall open as if he might push right then and there, despite his surroundings and the fact that his pants were still firmly in place. Without meaning to, he whimpered, and blindly reached a hand beside him as if someone might he waiting there. A name was on his tongue, but even he did not know which, even as half a syllable slipped out in desperation before he viciously bit his lip to contain it.

He was shaking when the contraction passed, enough that his fingers were uncoordinated as he brought them to the zipper of his pants and tugged it down. He should have removed his pants the moment contractions started, but he’d been foolishly holding on to the hope that Noct, Gladio and Prompto would arrive before any undressing was necessary. He’d miscalculated, trusted too much in research and data for something as unpredictable as childbirth.

“Alright,” he whispered aloud to no one but the chocobo, who chattered overhead. "I should have known this child would be as impatient as their fathers."

With his hands trembling and his pants still soaked, it was difficult work removing them. He struggled so long another contraction overcame him before he’d managed to maneuver the damp denim over the curve of his buttocks.

Ignis lost count of contractions. All he knew was pain and pressure and the slow drag of wet denim across sensitive skin, the progress of it so slow that Ignis could feel the burn of a head against his vaginal opening by the time he’d rucked the thick fabric around his ankles. When his legs were finally bare, they sprung apart of their own accord and the burning between them increased so intensely that Ignis threw his head back into the downy body behind him and screamed.

As the next contraction came, practically on top of the last, Ignis tucked his chin to his breast and pushed as if he were in the middle of battle, so forcefully he felt the head, and then the shoulders and body pass in one quick, brutal motion. With the baby came a new flood of liquid, and then a sense of calm Ignis had never experienced before, the rush of it so sudden and relieving he felt dizzy with it. Dazed, Ignis reached down and pulled the squirming bundle to his chest. Around him, the chocobo squirmed and called, excited by the commotion. Ignis was trembling with shock and cold, but the chocobo were warm. They preened his hair and nuzzled at his head and cheeks as he pulled open his shirt and wrapped the fabric over his baby’s wet, ruddy skin.

The wailing of a human infant could not have been pleasant for the birds, but they remained in place despite the disturbance.  Grateful and exhausted, with the shock and adrenaline slowly dissipating, Ignis settled back against his companions and resigned himself to wait. Well, then. Perhaps the babe got a bit of impatience from him, too.

april showers 🚿  uncensored version twitterside (sorry, gotta be following)

If you make another zosan omega verse fan art, can you make sanji’s baby bump more noticeable?

have a heavily pregnant sanji doodle. pregnancy is exhausting..

color Thorn

Au #1: Untitled (TBD) 𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐!𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚄

Canon-divergent, post-7x22 “Requiem”.

After Scully’s untimely miscarriage amidst the task force hunt for Mulder, Mulder is returned from his abduction— implanted with three hybrid embryos, this time much more alien than human. With the two intercepted by Colonist forces before the pregnancy can be terminated, Mulder comes to his own decision to bring the infants to term, receiving visions of a timeline where they hold they key to humanity’s resistance. In this uneasy limbo, beset by dangers within and without, Scully grapples with her dashed dreams and her relationship to motherhood, while Mulder is incited to consider his own place within manhood, womanhood, and everything beyond and in-between. 

(𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛)𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 - 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 - 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚍𝚘𝚖 - 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 - 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢/𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 (𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘? 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢/𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝙽𝚈)

(fic in progress…)

Just imagining that AU of the AU where Geralt’s feeling the baby kick for the first time and he goes all puppy eyed. “Aww. They like you!”

Oh, I think he'd not feel joy immediately! It's more like f e a r.

The Yiling Laozu’s New Development, Courtesy of Hanguang-Jun