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I'm sorry this is late I didn't see a notification 😭

2. What do you like the most in breeding kink?

I want to be basic and say "breeding = baby hehehe" but honestly? I like that breeding can happen by accident. By that I mean you can just be with someone and somehow through the horny haze both of you decide "I think I need to put a baby in you". (sometimes being ace is a weird experience)

7. What inspired your breeding kink?

I'm blaming shows and movies for the inspiration. As well as deviantart because I spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME trolling that site

9. Favorite breeding related tropes?

Accidental breeding, repeated breeding, sleepy breeding, desperate breeding, preg breeding, etc.

15. Is there a celebrity / fictional character you'd like to breed / get bred by?

There are SO MANY that I want to get bred by and to breed. And to keep from embarrassing myself I'm not making a list 😂 most of the people are irl people and I don't like being freaky about real people on public platforms

22. What's the easiest way to trigger your breeding kink?

@crimeroyalty​  :    2) our muses reunite after receiver thought sender was dead.            » SOFT(ISH) ANGST

               There’s this voice on the back of her head repeating, over and over       it’s done, he’s gone--  it’s YOUR fault,  you did it  he deserved it   you deserved it.   HAHAHA   whatcha gonna do now?  Jinx??      it defies the clear image right in front of her.  Joker’s standing there.  A ghost?  No... It’s him. Right?   Had to be.  Her breath is altered, and not a single muscle’s moving once he smiles, so ready to approach, and talking about something inaudible to her ears.  Head tilts slightly to the side, toxic-pink gaze fixed on that face;  that growing, proud smile of his.   And when the girl finally notices, he’s standing close.

              Lips part with a deep breath, finally his voice starting making some sense. Vision blurry, tinted with the same hot-pink of her gleaming eyes.   ‘ Are you.... really here? ‘    it feels... unreal, somehow.   Jinx remembers so clearly, knowing about that loss, how to have nothing, no one left in the world felt like--  how everyone would PAY for it.   But he’s.... here again.  He clicks his tongue, his smile welcoming and gentle in her eyes.  Thus she bites her lower lip, dropping the Zapper pistol on the ground and practically jumping over the Joker, arms encircling his figure as tight as she could (a lot stronger than she’s ever been before), hiding face on his clothes.

@empyrcal​  :    “  i know you’re hurting.  and i can’t fix that.  but i can refuse to let you hurt alone. ” ( viktor )               » SOFT(ISH) ANGST

              Breathing seemed hard at that point.  There’s nothing left.  A numb world, where no one seemed to care nor matter anymore. By her own doing, they were gone.  How much time it’s been? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months?  Reality doesn’t make sense any longer, everything felt it’d just happened but a moment ago. 

              Zaun became its own;  Silco’s dream coming true.  Chaos taking place everywhere, from above to below. Independence. A flood of change. She could hear it all, and at the same time none of it. Every step pointless, empty, followed by ghosts of the past. They always brought her back to the same place, back home.  A home full of shadows Jinx could neve get rid of, and they grew stronger every day passed.

              Few dared to approach--  the same few either taken down or giving up even before trying. Being within that gleaming, toxic glare equals to certain death-- at that point mostly anyone would be aware of this reality.  And yet---  this familiar voice risked it all.

i know you’re hurting...

              She doesn’t turn just yet to check on it, fingers tightening over a gun she’d refuse to let away.

and i can’t fix that.

              At that moment, her breath ceases. A rush of adrenaline pumps her veins, brows furrow with a sudden realization. Memories, voices of the past start coming back, as if the familiarity that man brought had put a missing cog back in place.  It’s when breath comes back with a sudden move; as fast as a blink of an eye, Jinx is turned to Viktor, pointing the gun at his direction, ready to pull the trigger--

but i can refuse to let you hurt alone.

              It only took him this simple empathy to disarm the girl;  fingers loosened their grip and let the weapon fall to the ground.        who??  why???  what is he doing?         her whole body felt paralyzed, breath shaking as reason tries to put pieces together.         kill him!!  he’s LYING!!  you trust NO ONE.          Eyes squint, head tilts to the side.          why is here?? HAH he’s gotta be kiddin’ -  or cRAZY just like that!          Lips curl into a side smile, expression becoming visibly crazed for an instant.          it’s YOUR FAULT. you FAILED. he’s here to laUGH at YOU-          and so she does in his stead. Jinx let out a loud laughter, hands coming up to her head, pulling her hair tightly.  She could see his lips move one more time, but not a sound was heard.   He had to be JOKING, right?  Who even in the world??   Then, he risks another step forward, and her expression suddenly drops back into seriousness.   It’s.... impossible to recognize that person, who insisted in trying to reach out for whatever reason...  But... there’s something, something still familiar.  A gaze, made of sunlight and gold, warm, understanding.  This gaze.... She knew it.  She remembers it.