"Hi, how are you? My name is St. Peter, Heaven's gatekeeper and official welcoming committee. I'm here to answer any and all questions you may have pertaining to your eternal paradise! Now, what would you like to ask first, you wonderful winner you?"
Hey, mod here. Another side blog it looks like. I really wanted to give this twink some extra love, so I'd thought, why not start a roleplay blog for the guy? For reference:
-No NSFW questions, obviously.
-This blog takes place after Season 1, so no spoilers for new HH fans.
-I want experiment a little by rewriting Heaven through roleplay, as I feel Heaven in HH is quite lackluster. St. Peter will be mostly in character.
I'll allow people to roleplay as their own Winner persona, to make for more interesting roleplay opportunities. If you want to have a Winner persona, you cannot send anonymous asks. I want to make it easier to keep track of you. Here's a quick template for anyone interested. Please send them in as a submission:
Name:
Date of Birth:
Date of Death:
Cause of Death:
Appearance:
Age:
Gender:
Height:
Weight:
Hair:
Eyes:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality:
Backstory:
Trivia:
Addendum: I'd prefer RP'ing through reblogs. Just thought I should make that clear.
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St. Peter had just been through a damned whirlwind of emotions, pain, and gassiness, but the outcome was well worth it. He sat comfortably in his home, resting in bed while the bundle of joy he'd created was being checked. He'd gained some serious baby weight and it showed: His belly was now an orb which formed a noticeable bulge under the sheets, and he could feel his swollen rear sinking heavily into the mattress. His thighs pressed together whenever he tried to get more comfortable, and he swore his hips widened every time he shuffled or moved.
He'd been the literal butt of fat jokes, butt jokes, and flatulence jokes Adam couldn't stop himself from making. How that frat boy was the First Man, St. Peter couldn't fathom. More embarrassingly, his gassiness hadn't really gone away that much either, adding even more fuel for Adam's infantile jokes. Other Peter was with him, as was Emily and Adam.
"So, what are we namin' the little guy?" Adam said as he helped himself to snacks from St. Peter's kitchen.
"We're going to wait for Abel to get here before we name him, Adam."
"Well my son had better hurry, cause I think Petey's startin' to blow up with another kid." That last comment made St. Peter turn beet red.
"Shut up burp Adam." St. Peter retorted, rubbing his dad belly. As if on cue, a sharp knock could be heard at the front door, then the sound of a boot kicking it open. Abel rushed into St. Peter's room with his wings flared and an expression of shock on his face.
"I'm here I'm here I'm here I'm here! What the heck is going... Peter?" St. Peter smiled sheepishly at the sight of his boyfriend.
"Hey, Abel. Guess we got a lot to talk about..." Abel approached slowly, casually pushing his father aside to sit at his boyfriend's side.
"Peter... Oh my good Lord you look... you look so..."
"Fat? Yeah. Doc says the spell made me gain at least a hundred pounds. Most of it went to my belly and, uh, downstairs. Guess you and I can share sweatpants now, can't we?"
"Leave the fat jokes to me, Peter." Adam retorted, chowing down on some chips.
"Shut up, dad." Abel responded. He leaned forward and placed his head against St. Peter's belly. The Gatekeeper grunted as his belly was still sensitive from the birth. He blushed as Abel let his weight press down on it.
"Yeah... gonna be a while before I bworp work all this off." St. Peter said, stifling another belch.
"Ya sure, bud? Cause I think Abel likes that you two can share zip codes."
"Shut up, dad!" Abel blushed as well, clearly not wanting to think about something so naughty. "I can't believe this happened. Is the baby-"
"The baby is fine, Abel." Other Peter replied, quickly assuaging his concerns. "He's being checked up right now, and he'll be in here very shortly."
"I'm so sorry this happened to you." Emily walked over and sat at the other side of St. Peter's bed. She put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We gotta make sure something like this never happens again. I'll talk to Sera and see if we can't-"
"Emily, it's ok. We'll figure this all out later. Right now... I just wanna see my son." That word felt so odd coming out of his mouth. He knew there were versions of himself, Abel, Adam, and even Lucifer who had given birth to their own children, but to have it happen to him? That was a whole new ballgame. "And I look forward to doing it with, honey." He joined his hand with his boyfriend's, looking longingly into his eyes.
At that moment, a tanuki Winner walked into the room. In his hands was him. The baby. The little bundle of joy.
St. Peter's son.
He felt his eyes water as the Winner slowly approached with a kind smile. The baby was wrapped in the cloth he was miraculously born with, swaddled comfortably in the soft fabric. "He's sleeping. You ready?" The Winner asked. St. Peter nodded without a second thought and held his arms out. The baby was placed gently into his arms and pulled close into St. Peter's slightly doughy chest.
The baby was a chubby little thing. His face was shaped like that of a little lamb, cutesy ears folded down the sides of his head. His muzzle was black, fading into more appealing blonde as it went into his face. His entire body was covered in plush wool, which only added to his fluffy countenance. His little horn nubs were hidden behind locks of blonde hair, which formed a natural pompadour like his fathers.
Like his fathers.
"I... I... I can't..." St. Peter's eyes watered as he stared down at the baby. Then he felt Abel's lips against his cheek.
"You can. We can. All of us, even my dad. You did all the hard lifting today. Now it's our turn." St. Peter's doubts quickly faded away as he embraced his boyfriend with a proper kiss. A moment ruined by Adam's brash commentary.
"Yeah yeah, you two fatties can have your moment later. What are we namin' the kid?" Emily rolled her eyes at Adam's insensitivity while Abel and St. Peter glared at him.
"How about Adam? Yeah... we could do that. Little A.J, ain't that neat?" His suggestion got nothing but continued silence. His expression fell and he just went back to munching on snacks.
"We could name him after one of the 12 Apostles. I'm sure Thomas and John would get a kick out of it. Once we tell them, that is." Abel leaned against St. Peter's shoulder and stared bright eyed at the baby boy in front of them.
"...we could name him after my brother..." St. Peter, Adam, and Emily looked at Abel with an expression of shock and worry.
"What... name him after-"
"No. Not Cain. That name is cursed. I'm talking about Seth...
"St. Peter! Are you here? I came as soon as I heard!"
"Yeah, me too, don't care that I wasn't invited. Just wanna see what the little thing is gonna look like."
"Adam, you are not helping!"
"Neither of BWORP! are helping!" St. Peter yells and shouts in pain throughout the whole process. "Come on! Get out of me you... you... miracle!" He grit his teeth and let out another loud burp. "Where is Abel?!"
"He's coming, St. Peter. He'll be here soon."
"Ya sure ya want him seein' this? Cause I can just tell him the baby is-"
"St. Peter! Are you here? I came as soon as I heard!"
"Yeah, me too, don't care that I wasn't invited. Just wanna see what the little thing is gonna look like."
"Adam, you are not helping!"
"Neither of BWORP! are helping!" St. Peter yells and shouts in pain throughout the whole process. "Come on! Get out of me you... you... miracle!" He grit his teeth and let out another loud burp. "Where is Abel?!"
"He's coming, St. Peter. He'll be here soon."
"Ya sure ya want him seein' this? Cause I can just tell him the baby is-"
"St. Peter! Are you here? I came as soon as I heard!"
"Yeah, me too, don't care that I wasn't invited. Just wanna see what the little thing is gonna look like."
"Adam, you are not helping!"
"Neither of BWORP! are helping!" St. Peter yells and shouts in pain throughout the whole process. "Come on! Get out of me you... you... miracle!" He grit his teeth and let out another loud burp. "Where is Abel?!"
"He's coming, St. Peter. He'll be here soon."
"Ya sure ya want him seein' this? Cause I can just tell him the baby is-"
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I need to get back into this blog and finish off the Mpreg story line. Like, the two year anniversary of this blog is coming and I have nothing good to show for it.
Abel: Well… if you see him, please tell him that if he needs help with anything. Or even just an ear to listen, to please reach out. I know what it’s like to… ya know… be pregnant and give birth (is one-week postpartum in AU)
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"Classic magic asks." Peter rolled his eyes. "I am surprised it took this long for something like this to happen. They just cause something to happen, and it happens."
"Classic magic asks." Peter rolled his eyes. "I am surprised it took this long for something like this to happen. They just cause something to happen, and it happens."
*wraps a blanket around St. Peter and gives him a thermos of warm ginger tea* Here, Peter. I hope this helps.
"Oh... thank you for the thought. At least the gas has stopped for a moment."
"Yep, but now are soon-to-be papa is puttin' on some serious baby weight. Your starting to look a lot like Abel. At least you two can be fatasses together."
"Adam, that's cruel! Don't talk about Peter or Abel that way."
"Come on, just cause something is mean doesn't mean it ain't true. Besides, I think he'll appreciate his boyfriend having some extra junk in the trunk."
The First Man gives St. Peter's swollen rump a slap.
"Hey! Watch it! My rump's really sensitive right now..."
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"Classic magic asks." Peter rolled his eyes. "I am surprised it took this long for something like this to happen. They just cause something to happen, and it happens."
With that, Emily immediately took to the air and flew back to the gate. Hopefully, the situation with St. Peter wasn't getting any worse. Or weirder...
