#preg stuff

[billfordbrigade]

Posting this one now in honor of the poll, so: Bea in there.

[autistichalsin]

How many children are you planning to give Halsin and Kiaran?

Oh, Oliver and Thaniel would be on the seventh sky when they find out Halsin is pregnant!

i haven't decided on a number, but it is A LOT of Silverboughs. They're already planning their second and third while Halsin is pregnant with their first. They pretty quickly settle into "not trying for a baby but really not NOT trying for a baby, whatever happens happens" which pretty much means a ton of littles because they are two VERY fertile people, LMAO. And they are fully aware of this and happy with it.

THEY SO WOULD. But also Oliver is a bit nervous, because that little guy already worries about his place in people's lives- he already feels like everyone just wants Thaniel, and not him. He's very happy to have playmates of course, but he does very much worry Halsin will get bored of him.

The orphans at the commune have similar worries about being replaced, which Halsin and Kiaran are happy to dissuade them of. <3

[flora-bigs]

Larger everywhere...

mmgh but poor pregnant siobhan near the end of her term feels so huge and swollen with water weight.... her belly is soooo heavy and cumbersome and she is craving the weirdest foods all the time.... she waddles from place to place in search of food and a place to sit

[undeadpreggo]

Singe!!! By Lunarpix!!!

Luna Comms once again being absolute bangers and she Draws the Redesign of my OC For me!!!! Yaaaay!!!! :> Thanks Again @lunarpix

[billfordbrigade]

There's some version of our au where Ford gets far enough along to be visibly pregnant before portal incident happens.

Bill really wishes that could have been the case.

[autistichalsin]

What if Halsin's baby bump was so big he couldn't put his shoes on by himself so Kiaran had to help him put them on every morning

[olenvasynyt]

Tansies: A Declaration of War-- a Tamsand m-preg fic

Rated Explicit | 1/4 chapters | 2,564 words

For @tamlinweek Day 1: Change. Chapter 2 will be released on Day 4: Powers. Will update throughout the week hopefully

Main Tags:

Rhysand POV, Betrayal, Angst, Tamlin and Rhys Become High Lords, Lovers to Enemies, MPreg / Male Pregnancy, Pregnant Tamlin, Unplanned Pregnancy, Violent Birth, pre-ACOTAR, Canon Divergent, Feysand Baby-With-Wings Pregnancy Drama but with Tamsand, Flashbacks, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Summary:

After the Lady and Princess of Night are killed, Rhysand and his father break into Spring to enact their revenge. Rhysand is convinced Tamlin is to blame.  But a month after the violent death of both their fathers, Rhysand discovers a terrible secret that causes him to struggle with his hatred for his star-crossed lover.

Two words: Angsty.  M-preg

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Excerpt below cut:

Rhysand’s father sent a bouquet of tansies to Spring when the bodies were found.  Small, seemingly insignificant yellow flowers with skinny green stems, plucked from the hills south of the Illyrian Steppes. 

Tansies.  A declaration of war.  Euen, the High Lord of Spring, had sent the same bouquet to all of the High Lords who had declared they sided with the Rebellionists, marking them as his enemy.  War came swiftly after that, filling Prythian with death.  Filling the whole world with death.

The bodies lay in the grass a few feet away from Rhysand.  His mother still wore her sleeping gown, as if they had dragged her from bed.  The elegant silk was covered in dirt and blood.  Mhera, who was always up before dawn, had her training leathers on as if she had been getting ready for practice when they came.  Her little hand reached out to him, her fingers limp against the hard ground.  She had no head or eyes to gaze up at him, but Rhysand knew she was looking for him and him alone.  

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.  From that little hand.  How many times had he watched that hand grip a knife triumphantly, or weld a needle and thread?  She used to reach up to him with that sweet hand to hold his own and drag him everywhere: to their family’s private training ring in the House of Wind; to the Sidra in Velaris so they could watch the silver gills swim, their star flecked scales flashing in the murk.  He had held that hand when Mhera first learned how to use those tiny little wings of hers, to offer her a safe way back to ground, even though she demanded she didn’t need his help.  She was so sweet and stubborn and free…They would fly together: around Velaris, over the Illyrian Steppes, whooping and laughing and feeling the breeze under their wings—

Their wings.

A wind blew through the camp, spreading the stench of blood through the array of tents.  The massacre that lay before him A small group of people had gathered—some den mothers and healers, but mostly males with swords strapped to their sides.  He wanted to scream at all of them leave.  Leave.

Gods, the pain of it.  To die without wings.  The Illyrians didn’t think much about death, even as the warrior race they were: but the imprecise idea was the death as the final flight, where your feet would never touch the ground again, and the wind of the afterlife would carry you for eternity.

But here the Lady and the Princess of Night lay, in the dirt, with blood soaking their backs, mangled stumps protruding from their beaten shoulders.

And it was his fault.

Betrayal tainted Rhys’ lips like blood, hot and sticky and thick on his tongue.  No matter what he did, he could not wash away its iron taste.  He could do nothing but soak in his rage.  His mourning.  His utter disbelief.  He refused to accept it at first when they were both informed of the news.  It was easier to believe that it was a lie his father fabricated, to see if he could drag the truth of their secret trysts from him.  

But a sentry who had been patrolling the southern camp had confirmed it: High Lord Euen and his soldiers were spotted winnowing away from the northern camp when the blood was still staining the river.  

Tamlin had been with them.  Wearing the bandolier of knives he gave him.

Rhys closed his eyes again and took a breath before looking back at the bodies that lay before him.  Rage began to fill his head, obscuring all other thought.

High Lord Sinan of Night stood over the bodies.  The wind blew stronger, blowing his cloak and smooth black hair.  One of the camp mothers stepped forward bravely, holding a sheet of white cloth.  She bowed to Sinan, as if asking for permission.  

The High Lord said nothing.  Rage billowed from him like steams of shadow, and Rhysand couldn’t find the courage to approach him, to even look in his eyes. 

After another bow and a murmur that sounded like a prayer, the female knelt, covering their mutilated bodies with plain white cloth. Rhysand felt like he was drowning as he watched red soak the fabric. 

“High Lord.”

A messenger from the northern camp stepped forward to Sinan.  Two males stood behind him with wooden crates in their arms.  Blood dripped steadily from the bottom, dotting the forest loam with scarlet. “These were found at the curve of the river just outside camp.”

The males set the crates down before them as if they were offerings.  Rhysand made the mistake of looking.

Cold, dead eyes stared up at him.  Eyes of hazel, eyes of indigo.  Their pleading, angry words still hung on their frozen lips.  

His knees suddenly felt heavy, and he closed his eyes as a wave of numbness overcame him.  

His father gave a single glance at the contents, his face strangely emotionless.  “And the wings?”

Rhys was surprised at how cold his father’s voice was.  But he knew that only meant his anger was building up.  The messenger hesitated as if he understood that built-up fury and was afraid his news would be the final blow. “They weren’t found,” he answered, his voice shaking.

The camp was silent, waiting for their High Lrod’s answer.  Even the grey trees above them seemed to still.  But Sinan said nothing.  Instead, he waved a hand, dismissing the three males and the camp mother, who had risen from the bodies.  They stepped away with their heads inclined.  One of the males murmured a single prayer to the warrior god Enalius.  Not a prayer of healing, of course—but for strength.

For revenge.

A strange sort of buzzing began in Rhysand’s chest, like some stirring creature.  The camp was deadly silent.  Not even a sob echoed out from the gathered crowd. 

Then, Sinan spoke, his voice barely a hiss.  

“You were a fool for trusting that beast.  A fucking fool.”

Rhys stared at the ground.  The rocky duff under his feet blurred with his tears, becoming a smudge of brown and grey.   

They were dead because of him.  

The sound of twigs breaking until the High Lord’s feet made him flinch, but he didn’t look up, even as he stood next to him now.  His father’s words were muffled in his ear, like the ocean was truly washing over him, consuming him.  

“We’re going to avenge them.”

[wizardpregnant]

there's deffo shit to say about preg fet stuff online & theft of pics/vids from unconsenting ppl - and many have expressed this sentiment in ways more eloquent than i - but it is kinda crazy to send anon hate to the guy drawing a fictional man getting impregnated with elf babies

[undeadpreggo]

Candle!!! By Lunarpix!

New OC Alert!!! Brought to life by the wonderful @lunarpix once again!!! Go Support now before I take the milk out of your cereal

[donutfloats]

Through the power of Love and Science: They will be MAMAS!

[billfordbrigade]

Behold a rich bounty of Round Fords, featuring Bill and Baby.

[autistichalsin]

can I just say, I was already losing my entire brain to the idea of my nb tav getting pregnant with halsin’s cubs, but now with your help I realize I’ve been dreaming too small. gotta get that man pregnant too. thank you for your hard work.

*Salutes* They could both get each other pregnant at the same time and have the most unconventional twin birth experience EVER

[blysssteele2]

I hope you’re all touching yourself to my pregnant belly!

[roydick]

(Green Lantern 1990 #55)

HELLO 👀👀👀

[heartshapedwomb22]

i dont rlly like bursting when it comes to rapid preg and inflation but there's something abt being near burstng that's soo incredibly hot. feeling like your belly is about to pop and being so helpless that all you can do is whine and cry and moan and beg as your belly gets bigger and bigger until you're absolutely filled to the brim, leaving you a flushed panting mess as you try to recover 😵‍💫

[infinitegest]

Got a fantasy that from the moment anyone with a womb comes to a certain age they are now required, by law, to become pregnant and give birth to healthy children a minimum of 12 times throughout their life.

post-scarcity world where a national public program takes care of any children that people don’t want to raise themselves. propaganda everywhere about how important it is to have a big, growing belly. if you’re interacting with someone with a womb between the legal age and 40 years old, odds are 50/50 that they’re pregnant.

it’s just our way of life now.