Pregnancy Meme!

[paterelohim]

CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE PREGNANT.

This is some serious shit. Knocked up, eating for two, the rabbit done died, carrying assbabies.

So what are you gonna do now, fuckweed? Cry, celebrate, hail the glorious Lord Satan for making this mpreg possible? Any way you slice it, you have to deal with this.

What you're gonna do is reply to this post, new mother/gypsy-cursed father, with your character's name and what numbered scenarios you're open to, as follows:

0. Finding out/telling people: you just found out you're pregnant, or you're just starting to tell people. Have fun!

1-3: Trimesters: this one is easy. You're in your first, second, or third trimester. Get as specific or not as you want.

4: Overdue: jesus christ just get it out of me 8(

5: Options: you're considering Other Ways of handling this pregnancy; adoption or abortion. With adoption, this could be either at the beginning or at the end.

6: Dealer's Choice: idk go crazy.

Of course, you can have more than one number at a time in a situation, since Options and Telling People can happen any time.

What about YOU, person replying? You can roll depending on what the person you're replying to is open to, and then figure out your own situation. Here are your options:

1: YOU ARE THE FATHER: wow way to go you suck. Better step up, asshole, or we'll feed you to the Darkness.

2: Friend: time for support, shopping, and maybe awkward magic help, depending on how horrified the pregnant father is. 8|

3: Enemy: point and laugh. Do it. Or make terrible evil plots, it's up to you.

4: Dealer's Choice: yeeeaaaaaah.

Comments

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

You are beyond delusional. I hope you realize that.

[kissthegrell]

I'm not! It's true! Feel.

[He grabs William's wrist and forces his hand roughly down onto his belly. There's a distinct kick.]

See? She KNOWS you!

You know your daddy, don't you!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Ok yes, he felt that. And it throws him off for a second. But this isn't something William is going to suddenly make sense of and accept. There has to be something else at work here.

He quickly pulls his hand away. ]

Stop it. You are not pregnant, that is impossible. Stop putting the blame for your weight gain on other things. If it bothers you that much, do something about it.

[ Because yes, Grell did seem to grow a bit of a belly over the last few months. But he was also eating quite a lot more than his usual finicky self would ever allow. So that was obviously why. Right? ]

[kissthegrell]

Are you saying I'm fat...

I don't think it's a good idea to insult a pregnant woman.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

No. If I wanted to call you fat I would have done so.

But you cannot be pregnant because, as much as I know you hate to hear it, you are not a woman.

[kissthegrell]

You're so CRUEL, Will! And at a time like this! Look at me! I AM pregnant, you mean old sadist. And you're going to be a daddy.

Are you going to talk this way to our child? How horrible of you!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Fine. Do you have any solid proof that your claims are true?

[kissthegrell]

[There's a long cold look. Once again, Grell grabs William's wrist and presses it against his abdomen.]

What more do you want?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ There's another distinct kick. And that's when William really stops and thinks... is this really the oddest thing that's happened here in this city? Not in the slightest. ]

...Why did you wait so long to tell me?

[kissthegrell]

I didn't know for sure WHAT was going on...

Please don't be mad at me.

[Grell' eyes are large and wide behind his glasses]

It's a good thing, right?

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William heaves a heavy sigh and sits up on his elbow, attempting to get Grell to move off of him. ]

Get up.

[kissthegrell]

Don't want to.

[He sulks, clinging onto Will, not getting off of him.]

Not until you're happy about our good news!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

You need to get up, Grell. You shouldn't be throwing yourself around so carelessly in your state. You need to lie down.

[kissthegrell]

W-what?

You believe me? You want to take care of me?

[His eyes go wide and he scrambles to his feet.]

Will! This is wonderful!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William finally gets up, straightening out his hair and suit as he stands. ]

Yes. In this instance it would be better to just assume you are correct and be a responsible, potential father, versus assuming you are wrong and missing out on the chance. Now, lie down.

[ He points, rather sternly, at the bed. ]

Do you need me to get anything for you?

[kissthegrell]

Oh Will! This is absolute heaven.

I want ice cream. This will be wonderful. We'll have a little baby to look after and....

ahh!

I'm not going to change diapers. No no, not at all.

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

You are so changing diapers. It is part of your responsibility as a mother.

[ Getting his jacket on to go out and buy Grell ice cream! ]

What flavor do you want?

[kissthegrell]

You men are all the same! You get a girl pregnant and then leave her to do all of the work! You're all just beasts who...

oh, Strawberry please...

Beasts who want to just use us and cast us aside! To carry our burden all alone!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Okay, yeah no. He's not sticking around to argue with Grell during this mood swing. He'll turn and go fetch that ice cream now.


And a little bit later, he returns, ice cream in hand. ]

Here.

[ He hands it out to Grell, along with a spoon, the decides to take a seat next to him on the bed. ]

[kissthegrell]

It's strange you know, Will. It's very strange...

[Grell opens the ice cream and takes a large spoonful.]