I Drank Some Orange Juice This Morning. So This Morning I Guess.

Because of the prophecy.

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Anne, Sasha, and Marcy are constantly in a struggle to keep eachother from making heroic sacrifices.

OMG THIS IS REALLY GOOD! Love the mini fic! Love the Sashannarcy dynamics! Keep up the good work! <3 <3 <3

In the hospital, about a few days of Anne resting up after she gave birth to twins. She's gotten a few stares maybe, and comments of how 'a single mother like her should have considered the cost before getting pregnant' much to her chagrin.

She brushes it off though, knowing that their other parents will be back soon. And no, this isn't like a surrogate mother deal. The gurgling bundles she holds in her arms carry more than just a part of her in them, the loving part hopefully.

Sasha comes flying in through the door without as so much a knock, her arms outstretched as if about to swoop in to hug Anne, up until she notices them. Marcy soon comes in right behind, a sheepish laugh as she smiles at the scene. "She was a little too excited maybe-" Soon cut off by an exclamation, causing Anne to wince. "Babe, come onnnn!!! There's no such thing as 'too excited' when... Well, just look at them!" The blonde gestures to her wife, half-exasperation, half-barely controlled giddiness.

"I can't believe Anne popped these little suckers out of her!!!" She bleats through sniffling, her faltering smile turning into bawling as she caresses the face of the one with blue eyes. Anne would have said something snarky back but she was also enamored by the scene unfolding.

"This one's got my eyes.... THIS ONE'S GOT MY EYESSSSS" Her intense tone was met with a "Shhh" from her spouses. "Oh right whoops, anyways..." Practically vibrating, Sasha Waybright turned to scoop up Marcy in a twirling sort of hug. (Like you'd see in those cheesy 2000s romance movies) "WE'RE PARENTS BABYYYYYY, WE'RE ALL PARENTSSSSS" Her squealing infectious as she peppered Marcy's neck with kisses, causing them both to cause even more of a commotion. Surprisingly, the twins didn't seem to be bothered by all the noise, simply cooing along as Anne rocked them gently. Not to sleep necessarily, but for comfort and love. Anne knew that her own mom would have wanted the same for their twins. She could only hope she wouldn't be as grumpy, sighing a bit exhaustedly.

Those fucking dorks. The thought interrupted by Sasha suddenly coming over to her bedside.

"So... Calamity Powers?" "What???" "Y'know, since you're..." She gestures vaguely, although Anne picks up on what this means. "Ah... I guess? Well, I'm not entirely sure really... I think I just loved you guys so much that my body made these two, that also are kind of you? Well, mini-yous. I don't really remember how I even got them out!" She shrugs, doubting her words as a yawn leaves her mouth.

"Fair enough. Anyway, we got a bit of time to kill here soooo, you're stuck with us for 8 hours!" Sasha's tone was calmer this time but still chipper.

"And is that supposed to be a bad thing?" "Nahhhh, just wanted to make sure you knew you were ours." "When do I not?" A voice shoots up from a certain Marcy Waybright, adjusting her glasses. "Uhmmm, well maybe that one time you dated like three dudes, one after the other but then like you broke off from all of them anyway??? Sasha was heartbroken for weeks! I was just crying into my pillow every night during that whole time."

"Alright, you got me there..." She stifles a snort, still swaying her twins as gently as she can muster. And a surprise finds its way to her heart once more. Well, her left cheek rather, two surprises that leave lipstick marks. She hoped they didn't notice her eyes flicker with excitement.

A bunch of folks I follow like stuff I never got into like My Little Pony, RWBY, and Sonic, but I fully support the stuff they like. Not my taste and didn’t love it myself, but go off and have fun.

me, watching my mutuals post ceaselessly about a fandom i’m not in:

Unfortunately you fail to realize they have neat armour so therefore are entirely morally correct and the definite good guys.

Fallout games will have a villain faction of fascist slavers with a leader named Dickface McFascist and some fans will say they're ideologically right or pure after they just wiped out an entire town of civilians.

I miss you Dat Boi. You were perfect like a glittering diamond or the first light of a new dawn. Perfect in a way that G-d would never allow humanity to be.

ohhh oh no why is everything round oh i hate this

Adora is breathing heavily at this very moment.

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I agree. Ashley defenders rise up.

"we need more complex female characters" you couldn't even handle her