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[dailykeiji]

today's keiji is: mr policeman bustin it down (x)

[sheikahwarriork]

Got a prompt for you

Dimileth Post-Timeskip pre-Gronder unplanned pregnancy

(thank you so much anon, i had so much fun writing this!! hope you enjoy it too :3 <3)

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“Fuck!”

“… Fuck indeed”.

Byleth looked up at Mercedes, biting her lips. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!”

Mercedes sighed, visibly worried for her professor. “I think… you should at least tell him, professor. The final choice is entirely yours, of course, but he has to know”. She hesitated. “He needs to know”.

Byleth lowered her gaze. “Sadly, I think you’re right”.

The former mercenary was standing in front of the Cathedral, unable to step inside. She caressed her belly almost unconsciously. ‘You’re not a mistake. I just… I'd rather prefer you not to meet your father when he’s… like that’.

The belly didn’t respond.

Byleth was angry. Furious. She had never felt such rage, not even to Kronya the day Jeralt died. And the worst part? She didn’t even know who exactly this rage was for. Herself? Maybe. Destiny? Not exactly; destiny was Sothis, and Sothis was long gone. Him? Well, yes, of course; but not only. Biology? That one, too. Maybe especially it.

Byleth’s gaze wandered inside the Cathedral, immediately recognizing his figure, standing in front of the old Goddess statue, as he did every single fucking day since they reunited.

Okay, maybe that anger was totally for Dimitri. What did he do, since she woke up, since she found him? Kill, talk to the dead; kill, argue with Byleth; kill; and kiss her. He kissed her. He fucking kissed her. That damn bastard, who once was so afraid of his feelings he even took back his love confession, had the gall to grab her and kiss her like she was water and he was lost in a desert. He kissed her at the worst time possible because she had waited for it for so long, and that wasn’t the right time. She had kissed him back. Byleth missed her Dimitri; missed the sweet prince, missed the caring student, missed her kind friend. She shouldn’t have kissed him back. She should have scolded him, have stepped back. That… that wasn’t her Dimitri. Her lips weren’t for that… not-Dimitri. She should have gone away. She hadn’t, of course, because when Dimitri’s hungry lips captured hers, she felt… desire. Longing. Fire; a burning sensation she thought would kill her instantly. It hadn’t. She indulged in the fire, she lost herself in that fire. She was fire; she had been since the beginning.

Byleth shook her head; it was pointless to think about… that. What is done is done.

She stepped inside the Cathedral; he didn’t turn to her, his shoulders startled slightly, the only sign he noticed her presence.

Oh, the anger was back. Like a tsunami. “Oi, asshole!” Byleth shouted, unable to stop herself. “I have something important to tell you, so at least, look at me”.

Dimitri hesitated for a moment, but apparently something in Byleth’s tone caught his curiosity, since he did turn to her. He just shot her a vague questioning glare.

Byleth sighed. She thought about the advice Mercedes gave her, about what to tell him, how to tell him—

“I’m pregnant”.

It didn’t go exactly as planned.

Dimitri’s eyes widened, the hand holding Areadbhar twitched. He didn’t say anything, just looked at her for forty seconds straight.

“… Who”, he eventually said.

Byleth furrowed. “What?!”

“Who dared touch you”, Dimitri growled, his voice raising in tone.

Byleth blinked a few times. “What the hell do you mean”.

Dimitri was getting closer; he stopped a few inches from Byleth’s face.

“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill whoever dared to touch you, no, whoever dares to even look at you—”

‘Oh… oh heavens, no. He can’t be that dumb, can he?’

“What are you talking about?”

“… The baby’s father, of course”, he hissed, visibly annoyed. “Who is he”. Dimitri looked away, almost as if he was unable to hold her gaze. Almost as if he feared the answer.

‘Oh. He is that dumb’.

“Who do you think he is?” Byleth asked, almost casually. He was going to pay for his dumbness, and she deserved some fun.

Dimitri turned to her, anger in his eyes. “Don’t tease me, you! Tell me who dared touch my—”

“‘Your’ what? Am I yours now?” Byleth interrupted him, folding her arms, holding his gaze.

Dimitri gasped and fell silent. Byleth, still looking him in the eye, grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly.

“This is yours. This— is ours”. ‘You dumbass’, she also thought, but decided to keep it to herself.

Dimitri’s eyes went from their joined hands to her face, looking at her in disbelief.

“Keep in mind—I’m not asking you for help or… or opinions. I don’t need them and don’t care about them. I’m just telling you because you have the right to know—”

Byleth stopped talking when Dimitri suddenly dropped to his knees, their joined hands still placed on Byleth’s belly. It took her a few seconds to notice he was sobbing. Desperately sobbing.

“I’m sorry”, Dimitri was mumbling. “I’m so sorry”.

Yes, Byleth was generally angry with him, but she didn’t hate him. Quite the opposite, in fact. That’s why she yielded and took his face in her hands, looking at him. “Why are you apologizing, Dimitri?” she asked softly.

Dimitri startled, as he did every time Byleth called him by his name. He tried to turn away, but Byleth kept holding him, looking him in the eye. “Answer me”, she demanded.

“I…” Dimitri gasped, searching for words. “Your… child… deserves a better father. A better person. All I know how to do is kill… I have to… They… are telling me this is wrong; I do not have the right—”

“Dimitri”, Byleth interrupted firmly. “A soon-to-be-human is growing inside me. A child will be born. I will be their mother, you will be their father. Now, tell me. Who is more important? The long-gone ones, or the coming ones? Who do you want to dedicate your life to? What, who does your life belong to?”

Dimitri’s eyes were shut, tears along his cheeks. “I… want… it to be yours. Both of you”. His eyes opened. “But, tell me, professor... Please, Byleth, tell me... How do I silence their desperate pleas? How do I... How do I save them? Ever since that day nine years ago... I have lived only to avenge the fallen… How could I be a fitting father for a small creature if I can’t even please those that are already here…”

“Those are not here, Dimitri”, Byleth whispered, her forehead touching his. “But I’m here, and they… they will be soon”, she added, bringing his hand back to her belly. “You just need to choose. Not necessarily now. I’ll… wait for you; I’ll always wait for you.” Her vision was blurred. Was she crying too? ‘I miss you, Dimitri. I miss you so much. Please, don’t leave me alone anymore…’

She would wait until the end of time, if needed, to have a glimpse of her Dimitri back. She knew it, and it hurt. Because she was aware she’d never stop loving him. And, sometimes, to love means to wait. And, often, waiting is painful.

Lost in her tears, she didn’t immediately notice Dimitri’s hands softly caressing her cheeks. When she did, she opened her eyes to meet Dimitri’s resolute gaze. “And I’ll always choose you, my beloved.”

[saulgoodmanofficial]

fart

[crescentfool]

beaming everyone on the dashh with good brain day vibes!!! i hope that you all can remember to extend self-compassion to yourself whenever you're feeling down about something 💙

[imflyingfish]

Hey why does qsmp fanart get so little attention unless its the highest of highest standards? Even ones that ARE the highest of highest standards dont get reblogged. Comments also seem to be really slim and i dont get it

Im talking about both my art and other people's art. I even stopped posting my qsmp fanart because of the overall poor reception so hey what gives fans.

[serpulalacrymans]

//HERE TO SAY!

//Whatever canonically happens to Law, it does not interfere with any individual plots I have brewing with other people. As far as those are concerned, he is right where he was when we left off. Continue to enjoy his race home "fellers!"

[stinkrascal]

dont think i’ll be able to finish editing n begin posting the vlad/brie backstory reprisal by the 31st like i hoped i would 🤒

[lycanthropicture]

is there a community of ppl that can talk abt how their experience of thinking they wanted to transition/how they transitioned was eventually something they regretted)felt was harmful? like...for the most part i think convos abt gender/gender liberation shld be across lines of identity, and detrans ppl and trans ppl and genderqueer ppl and pocs gender identity etc shld feel unity and whatever. bit i feel like theres also a detrans to terf pipeline and ive seen it like several times w prev online friends/acquaintances. and it makes me so ughhh not happy idk . sorry im not saying u have the answers or anything, just mostly expressing. how i feel lol

nods. yeah. im just gonna ramble for a minute so i apologize if this post is a hot mess. i think part of the reason it's hard to find a non-terfy community of detrans ppl is bc like. how do you even define detransition..? i think a large number of people whose experiences that one might label as detransition would still identify as trans or nonbinary or both in some way. gender is confusing and weird and made up and wonky and every gender nonconforming person has to come to their own conclusions about how they identify and of course those identities can change over time and might be ever-changing throughout a lifetime. there are parts of my experience, for instance, could be labeled as detransition. i've gone off T for months at a time. i used to identify as a binary trans man, and now i dont. i dont have regrets about my medical transition, but i think that having transition regrets is different than being detrans too.

i think a lot about the detrans to terf pipeline that you're talking about. because yeah, i do think there are certainly people who do the black and white version of that. they identify as a binary trans person, medically transition, and then realize it's not right for them, go back to identifying as their AGAB. and then they project their transition regret onto like. every trans person and decide no one should have autonomy over their body because they made a medical decision they regret. and they become terfs. like im SURE that happens.

but i think probably more common is. a person comes out as trans. begins their medical transition. and it's fucking hard. and they don't have the support network they need. and they feel alone. perhaps they lose family or friends because theyre trans. and they experience transition regret. maybe because hrt genuinely wasn't right for them, or maybe because they lose the support of their family, friends, or community because of their transition. they decide to detransition. and somewhere along the way they find a community that will support their detransition and also tells them that they were in some ways coerced into making the decision to transition in the first place. and that's how they become terfs.

to be clear, im not assigning either of these experiences to anyone specifically, and im not even saying its super common, but anecdotally it is a story that is not unknown to me. and i do know that thee most common reasons people detransition is bc of various types of pressure from their family/friends/community, and one of the least common reasons is that they found that gender transition wasnt right for them (this isnt like. an essay lmao. but if u need a source for this, here. page 115).

all this to say. i think there absolutely should be more space in trans community to discuss transition regret and detransition without judgement. like whether or not detransitioners still identify as trans or plan to retransition in the future, they still have experiences with gender that definitely at the very least qualify them as gender-diverse. you're not detransitioning and then going back to your agab and rejoining cis binary society flawlessly and never questioning your gender again. like it just doesnt really work like that. i think detransitioners who no longer identify as trans are still our siblings and should be supported. of course. of COURSE. (obviously detrans ppl who become terfs/anti-trans are excluded from that. it's not trans ppls job to coddle terfs). but i also think like! that should be an intracommunity discussion. not a debate but a supportive space. and detrans experiences should not be used to argue against trans liberation. obviously. and i have a lot to say about the way detrans experiences, esp of detrans women, are presented as horror stories laced with transphobia and essentialism (read: racism). but thats. another post for another day.

basically yeah. what you said. convos about gender/liberation should be across lines of identity. bc it's really not an issue really of identity but of how we are gendered by the people around us. bigger work than just trans liberation. you dont get trans liberation without dismantling patriarchy without dismantling white supremacy without dismantling um. capitalism. and so unity. intersectionality. etc. yeah. idk. rough day.

[dennisboobs]

[wulvercazz]

i need u all to know that every so often I get my ao3 kudos recap email thingy and smile bc somehow my fics keep getting attention even tho I don’t really promote them much…

it’s so nice to know someone else enjoys the shit I wrote for entirely self-indulgent reasons sagsfsgsf

[laurmaus]

Hellll nooooooo😭😭😭😭😭

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

dragula has some cool creature drag i think! one of my friends always shows me some of the more fucked up looks u might enjoy them :3

OH HELL YEAH OMG??? i looked this up during my lunch break at work this looks so fucking cool???? omg. thank u so much i have not ever really gotten super into drag bc ive never felt like it was my thing? i respect the FUCK out of it from a distance though. however. horror drag. hello. you are so intriguing to me.

[just-spacetrash]

:3

[gingus-doon]

thinking of that transles separatist girlie who said every attractive trait in men is eroticized misogyny

[sovonight]

editing down my tob gameplay but only keeping the parts where i ramble about xan and radri and how they're each other's source of light and wonder but each only thinks that it goes one way