#false pregnancy

[mikami1992]

Someone wants to write this fic?

ok, I just had the revelation of the craziest story in One Piece….

Fem Ace, who manages to find Sabo (male) on a mission, there are screams, fights and tears….

Days later, Ace gets sick and due to a series of crazy misunderstandings, all the Whitebeard pirates believe that a Revolutionary got pregnant and abandoned his little sister…

It's time to castrate some irresponsible Rev….

[vampvore]

Kink Rating: False/Phantom Pregnancy

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

“I guess”

I don’t really understand the appeal of it, when there’s no actual creature.

But!!!

I think if the phantom pregnancy involves forces that act independently on the body, like ghosts, or something that causes unusual sensory phenomenons… I mean… I think I’d like it.

If not much happens other than the inflation though? Yeah I don’t really see the appeal. For me it’s all about dramatic changes and/or consequences.

KINK RATING TIME: Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

[kylosbreedingkink]

Omega Kylo going through a false pregnancy. His hormones are in overdrive. He's nesting, he has mood swings, food cravings. His chest is swollen and he's lactating. He's hornier than he's ever been.

Doing everything nature tells him he needs to do to prepare a safe space for the arrival of his offspring

Except, there won't be one.

[carasueachterberg]

The Gangs All Here

Assimilating three dogs takes patience. Once upon a time, in my early days of fostering, I would rush it. No, actually, I just wouldn’t think about it. Foster dog arrived and we let it loose in the house. I look back on that now and am amazed it didn’t result in anything worse than ruined carpets. I have three canine guests in the cottage with me. Two are fosters and one is a previous foster…

[spontaneous-birther]

Still pregnant....no baby yet. The contractions stopped, I guess it must have just been a false alarm this time

[hajihiko]

Dude that actually really cool of an idea for Nagito to be getting scratched up as a part of paranormal activity

Honestly haven’t heard of that in ages haha /pos

the body parts are all ~symbolic~

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about Kim filming 13 episodes of ‘failed systems’ (such a hilarious and fascinating choice of show title!) and only 7 being aired and how Chris is now about 13 and was 7 when Shannon died and the play on what Shannon being present (as in alive) for 7 years of Chris’s life but not the remaining 6 of the 13 - years that Eddie has imagined her presence in even though that can never be - dreams of years that will never see the light of day in the same way those 6episodes won’t either.

The whole thing is a play on false hope and misreading signs and puts Chris right at the centre of things even in his absence - I’m obsessed

[preet-01]

Something about nighttime and a cold room equals angsty fic ideas

He’s dreamt about this a million times. A million times he’s dreamt about how his children with Daniel would look like.

Maybe they’d have Max’s blue eyes and Daniel’s curly hair. He doesn’t want that because that would mean they’d have his father’s eyes, but he’d love their child regardless. He much prefers imagining their child with Daniel’s chocolatey brown eyes with a bright sparkle in them hinting at the mischievous nature they’d surely inherit from Daniel. He prefers imagining their child with sandy blond hair like him and fluffy curls like Daniel. He prefers imagining, big, chunky babies that are theirs and take the best parts of them.

He imagines that they’d sit on his birthing bed in silent awe as they held their child for the first time. Daniel would cry tears of joy and kiss Max so softly that Max would chase his lips for more. Always wanting more when Daniel was concerned. Max would try his best to not cry, but he’d be a mess the moment he saw Daniel with their baby in his arms and cooing at the life they had created together.

He imagines waking up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and softly padding through their home until he reaches the nursery. There he would find Daniel in the rocking chair he had bought for Max with their baby resting against his chest. Sometimes he likes to imagine Daniel awake and singing to their baby. Daniel’s not the best at singing, but he would coo in the gentle tone that would make it sound like the sweetest song ever. Other times he likes to imagine Daniel having fallen asleep with their baby fast asleep on his chest. His two loves together like the best thing Max could ever imagine.

He doesn’t have to imagine anymore. He doesn’t have to dream about the family he’ll have with Daniel anymore. Soon, in a few months, he’ll have that.

Just him, Daniel, and their baby.

Everything he’s always wanted, everything he’s dreamt of, everything he’s wished for on his birthdays, on the random shooting stars he’s seen over the years, on the fallen eyelashes Daniel loves to pick up and hold out for Max to make wishes on, at 11:11.

Just seven more months (seven months of him growing his and Daniel’s baby in his belly!!!) and they’d be parents to the most perfect baby to ever exist because it would be their baby.

But there’s also only seven months until he gives birth to their baby. Only seven months to get everything ready and there’s so much to do. They still need to get the nursery ready, buy clothes and toys, find a nanny that can travel with them on race weekends, and baby proof their apartment.

There’s so much to do and so little time.

Maybe he can surprise Daniel with some of the stuff done. Maybe it would ease some of the stress Daniel is facing with McLaren when he returns from the MTC.

But he can’t do all the shopping alone. Their baby would end up in a Red Bull shrine if he was left to his own devices. And while he does love the comfort of the Red Bull team merch, their baby deserves something even better than a Red Bull themed nursery. Their baby deserved the very best of the best.

“Max?” Charles asks when he opens his door. Max frowns slightly when he sees Charles’ red-rimmed eyes filled with what looked like tears. Max doesn’t let himself think too much of it. “Wha-what are you doing here? I thought you would be at the hospital,” he questions.

“The next check-up isn’t until the first trimester is over,” Max sighs, slightly disappointed at the thought of having to wait a little longer. He didn’t like waiting much. Max wasn’t used to waiting. “I, of course, have not reached the end of the first trimester yet. But by the time Daniel returns from the McLaren factory, it should be time,” he informs Charles.

“Trimester, check-up? What?”

_______

Charles has to fight his tears as he looks through nursery furniture with Max. “Do you think Daniel would prefer the wooden one or the white one?” Max questions, looking between two cribs.

“I think the white one. It will work with any theme,” Charles replies, faking a smile until Max turns back around to look at the cribs.

“How about we return to your apartment?” Charles suggests. “I do not think all this activity could be good for the baby, non? They need rest and midday naps,” he continues, desperately hoping Max would agree.

He can’t pretend that everything is fine for much longer. He can’t keep directing people away from them without Max noticing the pitying looks sent their way, the condolences on their lips just waiting to be voiced. He himself wants to break down in tears at a second’s notice and cannot do so without destroying the fantasy Max has created for himself and perhaps screwing him up even further.

“I am tired. That is a very good idea,” Max agrees.

Charles stays with Max until he falls asleep. Running his hand through Max’s hair to ease him into sleep quicker, recalling something Daniel had said a few years ago in passing with a sleeping Max on his lap.

“Charles? Why’d you call me here?” Pierre questions, walking into Max’s apartment when Charles had opened the door for him. He can’t hold it in anymore, can’t suppress the tears and pretend everything’s fine. He breaks down into sobs in Pierre’s arms. “Calamar?”

“I went nursery shopping with Max,” Charles finally reveals between tears. “Something is very wrong, Pierrot.” So he tells Pierre everything about the day he’d spent with Max, about the things Max had said. With every word he says, Pierre’s concern for Max grows. “He’s so happy, and I… how do we…” he trails off in broken sentences.

[syr-monthly]

Make Me Cry April: Entry #3

This is their first SterekYrRound so give it up!

Nerd is bringing us twists and turns with some good follow-through. Like all others, you will cry but your heart will be mended, I promise.

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[fictive-culture]

Fictive culture is having glasses like mine really helps solidify my identity. They are just round golden frames -- they do not even have lenses because the original specs were shades and one was covered in sticker residue -- but I find it so much easier to be myself with them on.

Also, I took them off for a moment to inspect the frame when considering how I might make my own lenses and it felt like my vision actually depleted. The body does need glasses (we have been unable to get a new prescription for some time, it is actually rather upsetting) but lenseless specs should definitely not have that effect-

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[darlingpwease]

LAN WANGJI, who is very persistent in conducting a secret wedding to the point that it really becomes difficult for you to resist him, because if he wants, then he gets, and the fact that you refuse over and over again only strengthens his resolve and makes him resent your refusals

VS

lan qiren, whom you definitely don't want to deal with, because you are a member of the Gusu Lan sect and you know that LAN WANGJI will easily spill the fact that you are married, while lan qiren is already looking suspiciously in your direction, rather trying to find signs that LAN WANGJI is not head over heels in love with you than the other way around

[ftm2bbw]

You know what would be wonderful cruel? The look of confusion on your face when nine months comes and goes after convincing you that you're pregnant. You're heavier than ever. Your bloated belly sticks out so far in front of you and, on top of it, rest massive, wobbling, milk-filled tits. You feel so fucking FULL! And yet, no child comes. You had convinced yourself, you had found solace in the fact that, eventually, you'd give birth and the nightmare would be over. But the ninth month ticks over into the tenth. Then the eleventh. And you're left whimpering as your stomach continues to bloat and your milk production increases indefinitely. You groan, clutching your overfilled belly, firm under your grip with the mountain of food I've funnelled into you "for the baby." And you look at me, so confused, so pathetic, and ask me why it won't end?

I'd feel so damn huge, so heavy, so helpless...

I'd made peace with it, with the feminization of my body and the growth of my curves. With just how huge and swollen and milky my tits had grown to be. With just how fucking full I'd feel at all times. Because it would have to end eventually right? That's the inevitability of pregnancy, after all.

I can only wonder how much it would break me to realize it was all for nothing. That I resigned myself to months and months of feminization and manipulation and going off testosterone for...nothing.

And god, if I was that convinced that I was pregnant? I can only imagine how out of whack my hormones would be. The brain can be a powerful thing after all...

[leaveherwildliketheflowers]

Wow. The last few days have been a whirlwind. If I tried to type it all out this post would be insanely long. The shortened version is that my NIPT bloodwork came back flagged for Turners Syndrome (surprise, baby is a girl!). All physical traits that would be expected to be seen on an ultrasound to confirm Turners Syndrome weren't present at my NT scan. This was comforting and gives us more hope that it is a false positive (60% of NIPT flags for Turners are a false positive). The only way to completely rule it out as an issue is to do an amnio test at 16 weeks, so that is exactly what we will do. Until then we wait and hope for the best.

Turners isn't inherently a terrible diagnosis and many Turners babies have a very high functioning life. The biggest concern is heart and kidney defects and the fact that only 1% of Turners babies survive through birth. So yeah, don't love that.

In the last 24 hours I have met with my MFM and a genetic counselor and both are feeling optimistic. I'm holding onto that as I wait out these next few weeks for more testing and information.

I'm so tired of all the hurdles though. Pregnancy is already fucking hard without this added stress.

[fingertipsmp3]

I love the sims 2 because it will completely wreck your shit right when you’re least expecting it

[polyamwitchymom]

Last night I had a little bit of a false alarm. Went to the hospital for labor pains, but nope, no labor. Doctor said it isn't uncommon to feel more uncomfortable during a second pregnancy compared to the first because my body is noticing the changes that are happening, as opposed to the first, where I didn't I guess.

Good news is baby is dropping 😊 I now can breathe better and eat more without feeling like I'm gonna die lol

[discoidal]

i have an idea (writing) (i want to write again) but idk how to execute it fr