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onbearfeet · 2 months

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March Patreon Flash Story!

This month's story is a quick one based on a prompt I found while googling desperately: "The funeral was at noon." I hadn't planned on having anyone attend any funerals, but Maggie has her reasons, and I suddenly found myself wondering whatever happened to the Jimmy Olsens of my universe after the capes all disappeared.

Since I ended up not using the one prompt I got, I decided I'm entitled to post the story here without consulting anyone. MWAHAHAHA.

For more context on this 'verse, see my AO3 (onethingconstant) or the tag "Untitled Superhero Project" on this blog.

For the Living

The funeral was at noon, in a quiet little church in Indiana. There had been no announcement—well, no public announcement.

Snap Anderson had been old-school—the oldest school, he would have said. He’d been wearing Jetfighter’s signal watch since 1961, and even after the mirror-helmeted alien had gone down in flames in 1982, Snap had kept wearing the watch, deactivated and silent, as a memorial to his best friend. He’d been a lot of people’s best friend, actually—half of Vanguard’s ever-changing lineup had counted Snap as an ally or a sidekick at one point or another, and there were as many clips of Snap attending heroes’ funerals as there were of him saying outlandish things on talk shows.

Now, Snap’s own funeral had barely a dozen people huddled in the pews.

Maggie slipped in through the back of the church after the organ started up, feeling the tag on her stolen black dress itch between her shoulder blades. Coming here had been a risk, she knew; most of Snap’s social circle had vanished in white light three years ago, and she was in serious danger of standing out in a crowd that would surely all know whoever was left. Being the only likely attendee under fifty wouldn’t help, either.

But it had been on her way to New York, and she couldn’t resist.

She scurried down the aisle in her stolen kitten heels, trying to look like she’d been caught in midday traffic, and slid into the first open seat in the frontmost empty pew. Everyone was singing, droning along to a song she hadn’t heard growing up in St. Joseph’s, so she stared at the floor and mumbled watermelon watermelon watermelon until it was time to stop.

The eulogy was bland, from what she could tell, and seemed to have copied several sentences verbatim from Snap’s Wikipedia page. That didn’t stop the occasional sob or sniffle from the gathered mourners. She wasn’t sure they were listening either.

One of the nuns had told her once that funerals are for the living, not the dead. Maybe the words didn’t matter as long as someone said them. As long as someone said something.

She wondered whether anyone would say anything when she died. Probably not, except for whoever had to clean up the mess.

The eulogy ended, and the organ started up again, and as the creaky mourners levered themselves out of their pews for a final round of what sounded like “Oh God Triumphant And Invisible”, Maggie craned her neck and saw it.

Standing by the head of the casket, just for an instant, was a tall figure in black body armor, half-swathed in a long black cloak, with a gleaming white mask carved to look like a grinning skull. It wasn’t a friendly skull, or even a particularly scary one. Not a Día de los Muertos calavera or a grinning rubber Halloween mask from a party store. It looked like someone had simply taken an ordinary human skull off a pile of them somewhere, sliced off the front of it, and glued it to the front of an otherwise formless black void.

Got you, you bastard, Maggie snarled to herself. The obituary had said Snap had died a natural death, but she knew better now.

Skullfaced freak never could resist a good chance to gloat.

The figure vanished again before she could so much as twitch out of her seat, and no one else in the little congregation reacted, but that was all right. She knew what she’d seen.

When the service ended, she retrieved her pack from behind the dumpster where she’d stashed it and wrote another name in her notebook. The dress and shoes went into the trash, her jeans and sneakers went back on, and she was walking toward the bus station before Snap Anderson’s casket was back in the hearse.

#untitled superhero project #kat writes #patreon story #this story brought to you by panic and desperation #snap anderson is not in this book #but skully dude sure is #have fun speculating lol

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theuniversesofuniversefalls · 11 days

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“since Rex deactivated his tumblr some time ago, he sent his old UF finale fic to me to post here, as he wanted his goodbye to UF to not be lost”

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Consider this my farewell to Universe Falls. You don’t need to read it if you don’t want to, maybe this was mainly written for myself, but, well, I needed a way to say goodbye. Thank you, MiniJenn, for creating this fic that helped me through my teenage years. Thank you to everyone who made up its community. I will never forget you, any of you. I wish everyone luck, with every project they take on next. Atop the roof of the Mystery Shack, Dipper Pines looked to the sky, studying its clouds and patterns, pondering all he had learned and feared throughout his latest summer. Things would be different, from now on, he could tell. He wasn’t sure how, but… he knew, deep down, his journey, finally, was at peace. After all the suffering, all the fighting, he was victorious. He could be happy. And….

Dipper looked to his left, where Stonemason, now in his own body, was also sharing his look of contentment. They’d been enemies, reluctant allies, and now… friends? Clones? Brothers? It was hard to describe the bond they had, but neither of them would give it up for the world.

Stonemason caught his glance, turning his head towards his counterpart, his serious gaze melting into a warm chuckle. “Thinking about how everything will be different from now on as well, are you?” he asked in that voice, the one where you could never tell if he was trying to put on a vaguely British accent to sound smarter, or if that was simply how he naturally ended up speaking.

“I think so,” Dipper admitted, looking at the ground before turning his gaze to the sky. “I think…. I think we’re done, I guess? Like, as in all the threats are… gone. So, I-I think--” “That we won?” Stonemason said, cutting him off, gazing up to the sky as well. “… After every struggle, thinking back on them,” Dipper added on, trying to process his thoughts, “… its just…. why do I remember the good, instead of the bad? Like, I, we, w-we suffered, you know that. We suffered, and were in pain, yet now….. now, after all of it, … I just think about the Summerweens, the movie nights, and training days, the--”

“For once in my life I don’t want to know why, Dipper,” Stonemason replied, cutting him off once more. “I can’t place it either, but I’m happy to have faced it all, the good and the bad, with you, and everyone else.”

Dipper smiled, pulling his brother into a hug, looking out to the sky with him. Stonemason smiled as well, watching as the night sky began to roll in. One chapter has closed, and yet…. “And whatever comes next, no matter what, we’ll face it together as well,” they both said together, allowing their fears and pain to melt away. Goodbye Universe Falls, thank you for everything. If I ever need to check in, I know where to find your chapters, just west of wierd.

#universe falls #Rex

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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The Heartbreak Prince (Prequel)

Pairings - Rooster x OG Desi Character Nisha Bagchi

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

A/N - For all the girlies asking for a Desi! Reader fic, here it is! This is my first time writing with an original character, this may or may not turn into a series or will be a looong one shot (I can’t decide upon it). This starts just after The Wedding Bet Date Top Gun AU, I will make a separate master list for this universe with all the stories of my Top Gun AU set in this. This is a prequel, full fic will be out this week :) Hope y’all like it.

This was requested Anonymously, whoever you are, thank you!

My Main Masterlist || Send your requests here!

Living in an oceanfront house with his 15-year-old stepsister who would not listen to him was not on Bradley’s bucket list.

When Maverick and Penny left for their honeymoon after their wedding, they were planning on letting Amelia stay at her friend’s house for the duration of their trip. But after the stunt she pulled at Penny’s Bachelorette, they were paranoid to do so.

Also, the fact that she is a literal carbon copy of her mother, who was infamous for pulling stunts in her youth didn’t help them either.

Penny and Pete practically begged Bradley to keep an eye on Amelia, living at Penny’s home until they return.

Bradley would see his friends and colleagues fight their siblings to death and love them more than themselves. He always thought of it as a peculiar bond between two people. He had lived alone for a long time. It was difficult to fit in with a person who does nothing but talk about pop culture and how tragic Anakin and Padme’s story was.

Amelia seems like an absolute angel, and she was slowly growing on him. But, she was the sneakiest teenager he had ever come across.

He had his fair share of fun in his teens, but he was never that sneaky. So after he was about to ground her for trying to sneak out yet another time, she gave him the most adorable puppy eyes. He had to agree to a movie night instead.

And here he was now, running around the small naval town trying to find a specific type of popcorn and chips she listed for him.

The small store wasn’t crowded a lot but was still busy on a Saturday night. He roamed around the aisles, his eyes searching the stacks of food as he subconsciously muttered, “Cheddar Cheese” under his breath. He was so lost in doing so, he totally missed the figure coming towards him, and bumped into a shopping cart.

“Whoa!” he stepped back, trying to regain his balance, as he heard a string of apologies thrown towards him.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you okay?” a familiar voice followed.

Bradley looked at the cart that hit him in the ankle, and then at the person holding it.

Eyes as dark as his stared back at him, the same eyes he'd stared into so many times before. She had shorter hair now, reaching just above her elbows, and apart from her absence of glasses, she looked exactly the same.

He took a sharp breath. “Nisha?” he whispers, desperately trying to believe his eyes.

“It’s been a while, sunny.” she smiles.

Chapter One

Prequel to this series (Hangman X Phoenix) || The Wedding Bet Date

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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daenerys-targaryen · 7 months

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How do you keep going in this fandom? Dany literally kept me alive and I will always be grateful to her for that but her antis drain the joy out of every single fun part of fandom. You can curate your space as meticulously as you like but the freaks will still screenshot your posts to dunk on you or send your stuff to other people's asks just to stir some drama up. How do you do it?

short answer: 1. because I will always have nothing but pure love and adoration for her in my heart and no one will ever take that away and 2. spite :)

long answer: under the cut

I'm sooo sorry you were going through such a hard time but I'm so so glad that she was able to do that for you. I love hearing how much dany means to us fans especially when it's being told to me so thank you for sharing that and I relate. As for the answer to your question, in my opinion I left the fandom for a long long time after the show ended just because it it was truly horrible here after about a year. I left my got blog, I unfollowed and left source blogs, I blacklisted the tags like I did not want to see anything about it anywhere and we couldn't even talk about it in my house for like a year LMAO and not just from me and it did take me a wwwhhiiilleee to really even follow some of my mutuals back you know and honestly it was just this past summer I truly got back into the fandom and started re reading the books again actively posting content about it albeit mostly on twitter though (i know 😭🤡) and that's because there are so. many. dany stans over there! it's so cool! i mean literally like countless endless amounts I hadn't been on asoiaf twitter ever really so I just didn't KNOW it was so large but I don't even know how I found them but I managed to find some old mutuals from when they were on here and then found more and more and over here? on this website? it's my opinion that this websites opinion in terms of book dany are what we used to think of reddit was years ago. actually TODAY I saw a pro dany post on reddit and I was like ?!?! pleasantly shocked ! I was like omg nature is healing. but anyways. over here? I go through my archive and I see so many of my old dany mutuals either just inactive or deactivated our people on here are GONE :( for me I guess I'll never not be in the fandom because I won't ever stop loving her and posting about her you know? there are some things in this world that really do just leave such an imprint on you as a person and on your soul and she's one of those things for me. I can say that overall just having mutuals and people to interact with and friends do make it so better. I'm really good about not seeing anti dany stuff on here because this is my home and I'm not bringing dirt in so I am veeeeeeery careful about who I follow in terms of asoiaf but over on twitter it's a bit harder not to see anti stuff because there aren't tags to blacklist to avoid you know? so I do see bs nonstop over there but thankfully I also know that I don't have to open that stupid app every day or be on it for a long time so when it seems like it's a lot I just don't open the app so it's not too big of a deal. and of course there are days where it really is a beat down like it's so incredibly dumb you'd think she were as really dark and controversial as they make her out to be I really just have to point and laugh. it's the internet there will always be someone screenshotting something and starting drama and there will always be people tagging my dany content with anti tags but I'm not going to stop posting about my favorite character or interacting with posts about her. really at the end of the day my love for her outshines any hate I didn't stop loving her then and I'm not going to stop loving her now. I will love her until I am cold and dead and six feet under and I'm very stubborn and love with my whole being so as long as I'm in online spaces I'll be in there posting about her

#leah has mail #Anonymous

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ask-modern-demon · 11 months

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// Yo, so...long time no see huh? As you can tell by the format of this post, this is going to be another vent post type of deal. I feel bad that it's not something like "Yo! Guess who's back to rping with my inky modern boi again?!" but my spark to rp Modern has kind of just been...as dead and dormant as it's ever been, I apologize about that. I'm kind of just making this post for the sake of the fact that I kind of just want to write out these feelings I've had for quite awhile (a few months actually) that I've just never wrote out till now.

I was going to write out how I've been feeling since the last vent post I've made but decided against it as I was just like 'there's probably no point in speaking on it and yada yada yada" So I'm just gonna write it all out here so it can...maybe lift a lot of it off my shoulders? I don't know.

So, I've been on Tumblr for quite a long time, since 2014 to be exact. My first blog was kind of just a blog where a young me just liked and reblogged a bunch of random shit, nothing too spectacular. I then started getting into rping a bit after though, I was pretty shit at it at first but that was what helped me grow to be as good at writing as I am now (If I can even consider my rps up to this point 'good writing' lol)

After my first blog, I soon went on to create two more blogs, @ask-funfred-and-bon-blog/@ask-funtimefred-and-bon-blog and this blog that became the origins of my modern inky boi. I made a few more rp blogs after these but I feel like these two were the ones I enjoyed writing for the most and probably had the biggest impact on me.

Through these blogs, I had made a good amount of friends on here, I was never the real friend magnet irl so to have friends who enjoyed to have me around just as much as I enjoyed their own presence (even though we all lived miles away from each other) really made me happy. I had even made a whole Discord server just for me and a ton of my other Tumblr buds to just hang out.

However, irl shit started to catch up with me and it flipped my mental health into a loop. I never spoke about these specific things with them as I kind of had this mindset of: "Oh! They probably have a ton of shit they're going through too! Shouldn't burden them with my troubles! I'll just wait things out and things should work through!"

However, that was quite the opposite and it didn't really get no better, and due to these troubles my own spark for rping began to dwindle little by little, I even got this weird ass idea where I was like "I'm gonna make this really awesome storyline that brings every character from my blogs together and I'll end it off with a really awesome ending and then quit rping for good!" Which, news flash, it was shit, don't even try to look for it, I think I even deleted it due to how bad and cringe it was. Think that's just one of those moments where you look back at something you made and think...Damn, what was I thinking when I made this?

Eventually, things became too much and I kind of just...vanished from Tumblr. I deleted my old Discord that I had created so any contact I had with my old Tumblr friends had vanished and I just overall stopped posting. At that point I was like, this is it, I'll never touch this site again, I'm done rping for good.

After that, I kind of just went on with my life until a few years down the line I had felt that spark for rping chime back in me once again. I had made maybe like...one or two new blogs for characters I was interested in rping with and even came back here to write for Modern again. However, the spark soon faded out once more, and it was just a constant cycle of write and don't write and write and don't write.

There then became a point where I'd find myself looking back at old threads I'd wrote with some of my old Tumblr buds, people who I had long stopped talking to at that point since by the time I returned they had either deactivated by then or just left their blog to rot and moved on to another, some were even still active but it had been so long that I'm not even sure they would want to speak to me after so long.

I started to just be like...damn, if I had just talked about my issues back then, I would still have those people in my friend group, I wouldn't feel as alone as I've been feeling, I missed the way things used to be way back then, sometimes I wonder if that's a stupid thing to think.

A good chunk of these friends I had managed to get back in touch with due to me making another Discord, but not only was I too scared to just...send a message when I had them friended, but the friends I managed to have a convo with...didn't really seem too interested in talking to me (Which isn't their fault at all, they aren't obligated to talk to me as that would just make me feel bad ^^'')

And now I'm here...writing this whole thing out because I'm kind of just tired of thinking and feeling these things when I come back here so I just want to write them all out and be done with it.

If you read all the way to the end, you really didn't have to ^^'' but I appreciate it nonetheless. I hope you have a wonderful and blessed day and yeah...Yen signing out!

#ooc: out of ink #{TW: Vent}

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thetypingpup · 1 year

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hello ellie my beloved ,, you’re gonna be shocked and surprised by the time you realize who this is from !! i miss you & all the old mutuals so much! i know i left w very little closure and essentially disappeared in the middle of the day but like . you know how it is to be in a serious relationship and school and work and then priorities become hard and time becomes thin haha 🥲 anyway ! i really miss all of you and all the fun talks we had! i’m almost half way considering making a blog just to repost old works, and also chat w old friends. but before i do that, i just want to know your honest thoughts on how tumblr is for sub!idol blogs these days? it was pretty uhhh rough . this time last year and i haven’t been on it since. pls tell me honestly !! i promise to not be a stranger ! xoxo nae ! 🫂

NAE?!?!?!?!

HOLY SHIT WTF HI OMG WTF HOLY SHIT HIIIIII!!!! holy shit it's been so long i missed you!!!

gonna be 1000% honest with you, the sub!idol scene is looking fucking abysmal. most of the people who were active when you are, they either deactivated or just haven't been active in quite some time. sub!idol stuff has been getting less and less attention as time goes on it's like all the dom!reader fans got busy and moved on up in life it's a whole thing. but i'm still here! i'm still, yknow, trying to come up with concepts and all that fun stuff, so you can always talk to me. i have scaled back quite considerably bc i got burnt out and a whole bunch of other shit, so there's not nearly as much as before also the old old stuff has all been deleted it's a whole thing. so yea i'm still here! holy shit it's so good to hear from you. hope everything is well in your life!

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raspberry-lava · 2 years

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Sometimes i think back to late 2018 to very early 2019 when most of my Tumblr friends were still active. Now a lot of them either deactivated or just straight up abandoned their account. It feels like a ghost town kinda. Not to mention one of the friends i was closest with straight up vanished mid 2018 and they haven't been active on any of their accounts since. I had another disappear right around the end of 2017. I still wonder about them till this day since they just up and vanished without a word to anybody. Sometimes the intrusive thought get to me, nagging at me telling me i was too annoying and i finally scared them away. Other times i wonder if they just lost the passwords to all of their accounts.

I just started back talking to one of the around 10 to 12 friends i had. At least 7 of those friends have since deactivated. It kinda sucks but hey its life. But ive learned that sometimes you outgrow friends, and they outgrow you. Of course, you're gonna miss them but its a part of life i suppose.

But eventually you move on. Find new friends. Possibly new relationships. You reminisce about the times with the old friends you had back when things were simpler. You grow into new people, you get new interests and your personality grows with you. Sometimes is comforting knowing you left those friends in the past. Sometimes you're left wondering would we still be friends today? Would you still agree on things you did in the past? How much have they changed? Would they like the new you? Would they even be interested in the same fandoms anymore?

I dont remember where i was going with this. Im so very grateful for the people i have now. I dont know what i would do without them. I have an amazing girlfriend, and an awesome best friend.

Although my friend group dwindled from around 20 to barely 8, im still so grateful i have them. And honestly? I dont care that i dont have that many friends anymore. Sure i talk to the old friends i had from time to time, but ive realized that im happiest with under 10 friends. Im not a people person like i was a few years ago, and i certainly dont have the confidence meeting new people like i did a few years ago. I made friends with my favorite camp camp artist because i realized they followed me back. We've now known each other for around 2 or 3 years.

I wish i had that confidence now. I wish i had the guts to just message new people and make friends with them. I wish my self esteem didn't make me believe im an annoying and selfish person. I wish i was a normal person with normal experiences like going out, making friends, getting a job. I wish i could properly come out to my parents about me being a demigirl but hey i guess im too much of a coward and afraid of rejection and being disowned to do so.

I feel so bad for the people that see this. I started with thinking about my old friends and now ive turned it into a vent. Well done me. But sometimes you gotta let it out. No matter who sees.

This might be my longest post on here. Sorry for turning into a late night/early morning brainless vent.

#cw vent #cw self deprecation #a little bit of self loathing #as a treat #tw transphobia mention #???? i think???#i dont know #i do miss my old friends though #i wonder where they are in life right now #oh god i really am a luz kinnie arent i #just a random post #plus i havent had sleep in a good 20 hours i think so theres that #insomnia got to me a lil bit

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sayuricorner · 2 years

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Transformers Cyberverse X RWBY prompt idea: Huntsman!Starscream AU: Random ideas

headcanons: Starscream’s relationship with some RWBY characters

Prompt concept

Warning: English isn’t my first language so sorry if it’s confusing! ^^’

Warning 2: References to abuse.

So after I posted the headcanons part, I got some random ideas for this AU, so I decided to put them in this post.

Just like I said before, you can decide if you want to use all those ideas, just some of them or none of them in your take of the prompt! ^^

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-When all the habitants of Renmant got turned into Cybertronians after the planet was spirited away in the Transformer Cyberverse universe, Starscream, with Qrow and Taiyang since they have been turned into cybertronians before, teach the students and teachers of Beacon how to use their "new bodies" and how to transform.

-When the cybertronian(Autobots/Decepticons temporary truce) allied with the huntsmen to fight the Grimms, training programs have been created in which groups of four Cybertronians(2 autobots and 2 decepticons) take charge of huntsmen teams as mentors to train them and teach them all they need to know about fighting like Cybertronian and how to use their abilities in any kind of situation.

-Ruby gushing over cybertronians weapons.

-Megatron trying to taunt Starscream with like how Slipstream is the commander of the seekers since he left or how Soundwave took his place as the second in command of the Decepticons, only for Starscream either ignored him and/or shrugging his shoulders and being like in a neutral tone "Good for them!".

-Despite the fallout of their friendship, when the cybertronians believed Starscream to be dead after he left with team STRQ, Jetfire was sparkbroken and had mourn his former friend's "death" ever since and got a deep hate toward Megatron since the Autobots believed that Megatron deactivated Starscream.

->Some Transformers characters who didn't appeared in Cyberverse being from Remnant:

-The rest of the Stunticons(Motormaster, Dragstrip, Wildrider and Breakdown): Here four brothers from a father faunus and a mother human, who were both killed by White Fang 'cause the father refused to join them, before everyone in Remnant became Cybertronians two of the brothers were faunus and the other two were humans.

-Ironhide: Before everyone in Remnant became Cybertronians, was an old veterant huntsman whose town was ravaged by Grimms and his team killed.

-Rumble and Frenzy: Before everyone in Remnant became Cybertronians, both were young streetrats in Vale.

-Ravage: Before everyone in Remnant became Cybertronians, she was a black wildcat with a wave Semblance who belongued to a noble who used her for animal fights until she escaped.

-Mirage: Here is a noble from Impacta, his semblance allowed him to turn invisible, in appearance he seem to get along with Jacques Schnee but in reality he despiste Jacques, seeing him as an horrible man, and expose anonymously his compagny's shady actions very often, he use his invisibility power to sneak in the Schnee Dust Compagny to get the infos he need.

-Sideswipe and Sunstreaker: Here are two twin orphan brothers, before everyone in Remnant became Cybertronians, the brothers were petty criminals in Mistral Below to survive.

-Eons after Starscream left Cybertron, Megatron ordered Shockwave to work on a secret project which goal was to create the perfect Decepticon seeker with Starscream's qualities and who would had an undying loyalty toward Megatron, which resulted into Sunstorm's creation.

-Sunstorm in the prompt: as a clone of Starscream, Sunstorm is intelligent and had the potential to be had amazing flying skills, however, he is basically the innocence of a youngling in a mech body and doesn't like violence, to him the war doesn't make any sense and would be like "why would we fight each other aren't we all children of Primus?" and he had problems to control his powers from the fusion reactor that Shockwave included in his construction, particuliary when he is very stressed. Because of that he is considered by Megatron as a failed aptempt.

-Slipstream having managed to convince Megatron to let her and the other seekers to take charge of Sunstorm to "train him to be a good Decepticon soldier".(In reality she had done that to divert Megatron's intention from Sunstorm and to had the youngling in security among the other seekers)

-Zwei shocking the Cybertronian with his "not-normal-for-a-comoun-dog" abilities.(big intelligence, capable of using tools, badass warrior ect...)

-Ruby and Yang being excited and internally fangirling about the fact they meet the Cybertronians from Starscream's stories.

-Jetfire and Starscream having a serious talk about the fallout of their friendship and making up.

#transformers #transformers cyberverse #rwby #crossover #starscream #ruby rose #yang xiao long #zwei #megatron #autobots #decepticons #starscream redemption #random ideas #story idea #au idea #maccadam

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askthomasgray · 10 days

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This is gonna be a little out of character, considering this is an old rp account and this post isn't really going to be that

For starters, hey! hi! I am alive and well, I want to apologize in advance for just kinda disappearing out of nowhere four years ago with no context at all. I want to explain that now, since I left with no reasoning or anything. I didn't want to delete my account at all, but I was going through some things at home and during that time I was 15 turning 16 in a few months. I had never been open about my age both for my own safety and that I wasn't comfortable sharing it either, especially because I was so young. Social media after 13 is generally considered to be ok, but I had never been super confident with sharing anything online, especially on an account that wasn't supposed to exist. My family and parents didn't like me having any social media, so my old account (planninganotherheist) was something I made in secret, but it meant a lot to me. During a time when we were all isolated, I was especially alone. The friends I made online on my old account meant a lot to me and were incredibly important to me. Unfortunately, I had to eventually talk with my mom and open up to her, and made the mistake of telling her about my blog. I don't know what all she did or saw, but she deleted it without me knowing, and sadly it's long gone. I didn't really know about the deactivation till around 2021 when I was able to be online again, my situation back then had been very complicated but put simply I had no access to anything online for a long time. Obviously, I am okay now, I'm in a better situation. Coincidentally, I somehow figured out how to log into this old account, and seeing everything 4 years later is an insane change, but I'm glad remnants still exist.

I'm doing a lot better now, 4 years have gone by and so much has changed. I still miss my old friends, during those four years I've thought about everyone often. Although it was a short few months knowing everyone, it was nice to know that I had friends like that who were there for me, and it helped me get through a lot of things later on. I'm doing a lot better now, I'm currently finishing my first year of college, in the process of moving out, and my life has gotten so much better recently.

I wanted to post, just to let everyone know that I am okay and alive. I saw a few messages that were sent and I felt bad no one ever really head back from me or knew what happened. This is my explanation, also just apologizing for disappearing one day, and letting you all know I am ok and still around :)

I have started a new blog, it'll take me some time to figure out what I want it to be and everything. I will be alive and active on tumblr again, you'll be able to find me now at @wwwdotcrow

I may not be planning another heist anymore, but I'm still alive and here again :)

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rpwithoutlimit · 3 months

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The Main Muses/Doctors i write on this blog are 13 and 14.

13th doctor; is usually based Post SpyFall. The Main divergence is that She DID NOT deactivate the master's perception filter!! I do not see the doctor actually ever doing this!! - She would have knocked him out and ran. She'd have grabbed the Masters tardis, but makes sure to pick him up before the germans can come find him. (its a time machine, its easy.)

14th Doctor: Post Giggle, He's the weird uncle living in a 'shed' in Donna's back yard. The Little brother whos Millenias older than her. He Is living the family life, meeting up with old companions and taking short trips when antsy, but always returing back to Donna's home.

Verses under the cut.

divergent verses: Any other verse that doesnt fit in these two, will be in this one with their own name. No i will not write the timless child and no i will not write the flux. I havent even watched 13's season 2 so i dont know the whole story there.

And a note on shipping: I will do so only if there is chemestry. And even if you do not wish to write master/doctor, the doc its still very soft for their best friend enemy.

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MainVerse:This post may be subject to change ((each person is separate to each other in this verse)) The doctor is relatively canon, except for the little bits that i don’t agree with.

9th Doctor: Canon

10th Doctor: Canon

11th Doctor: Canon

13th: spyfall - she didn’t disable the perception filter - or let the master get taken. - knocks him out and takes him in her TARDIS before the Germans find him. (she can either stop his plan and then leave him with his tardis or have him stay on her tardis and travel with her.) - Or for more angst - just run leaving him to wake in his tardis.

This Verse does not go along with the Timeless child. Or The Flux. As far as the Doctor is concerned Gallifrey is still around. This blog is very Thoschei Friendly.

14th doctor: Canon

15th Doctor: Canon so far, but heavily my own HC/writing till we get more.

Missy And Ruby are canon as well.

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HopeVerse: written with immortaljackal,

and Layla’s relationships with the Doctors 9-13.

9th Doctor: (Canon) Relationship wise: the Doctor is best friends with her

10th Doctor: (Canon) Relationship wise: casual flirting starts, pretend marriages when traveling, platonic snuggling, platonic relationship - which get even more clingy after Rose.

11th Doctor: (Canon) Relationship wise: the platonic relationship grows, till he starts to realise that he likes-likes her, and then it turns Into pining till he actually gets the bravery to ask her out and by the time Clara turns up, they are together.

12th Doctor: The Doctor does not lock missy in the vault, He has her on the TARDIS, yes she cant leave without him with her, but she has his tentative trust while on board and the TARDIS is always watching her every move. (...This has not been explored yet...) Relationship wise: the love grows. This doctor feels very lucky to have Layla. At some point he proposed. And they got married. It’s an adorable stage of the relationship.

13th: spyfall - she didn’t disable the Master’s perception filter. just left him as she gets away. Relationship wise: married couple, shenanigans, very in love, like gosh so cute. Dorks.

This Verse does not go along with the Timeless child. As far as the Doctor is concerned Gallifrey is still around. This Verse also leans Quite a bit to EU Who

Flux is a no here as well, but 14 & 15 will follow the canon with the 4 episodes we have had so far.

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#pure light from the morning sun | 13th doctor #why this face. | 14th doctor #~words by alex~#about the muses #Verses under the cut

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vietlad · 10 months

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LOL!!!! You are not here since 2009. Your blog has less posts than mine and I just created last months LOLLL

I started blogging on tumblr because of K-pop when it first started getting out of Korea and influencing other countries in Asia.

Blogs that were very popular at that time were: wooyoung, wtfblooda, seoulheart,....

Then I deactivated my account, changed it to Tolkien's fan blog from 2015, "ceisi" was the url that I used, then I changed to "dyx" to post anime gifs.

I was huge, I had like 40k followers, then I deactivated because all my fellow mutuals were either left or deactivated, I found it boring to find new blogs to follow. So I quit.

I still remember how I got big, being friends with lots of big blogs like: "yyh" (was her old url, she changed it, I can't remember her real name), yonkou (he's still around), solardrifter,...

I think you guys still can see my "Bitch just jumped" meme that I capped from Sailor Moon floating around this site.

Here's the thing, I don't want to post a lot, I will reblog, and will post, just not a lot... I have my life too.

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stress is deff a bitch but i feel like me and stress are the same now so🤡🤡

it's the 20th of august🤭 nooo that's a bit sad that u couldn't add urs but ur still a king for adding three birthdays in there🫡

WELL I HOPE THAT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN!!🤣 whaaattt that's such a long time oh my but the fact that u still had it is jaw dropping tbh

i don't understand why middle aged women have to be so rude sometimes☹️ wait i completely forgot that accents exist oh my god now thats even worse🥲 YEYY U SHOULD ARANGE ONE IN OCTOBER AS WELL COME TO THE 5SOS SHOW WITH ME/j (i'm heartbroken i have no one to go with so i probably can't attend) (i hope this doesn't break ur heart more cuz i saw ur posts about them sorry if it does☹️☹️hope i didn't cross a line with this joke☹️)

NOT TELLING ANYONE🫢 i look up to u for that cuz i'm still pretty much unable to do i suck💔 SO TRUE THE BEST DESCRIPTION I HEARD OF THEM JUST SOME GUYS!! i was so sad when yedam and mashiho left and i understand the soft spot he is such a lovely guy🥹 being a treasure stan is fun and a heartbreak but glad u admit now that ur a teume 🥲😌 ofc ofc we are sharing😵‍💫 HE IS SUCH A MENACE AND ITS SO FUNNY tbh he was the reason why i came back to tumblr cuz i wanted to see more content and things about him then i ran into the same problem as u that there are not that many writers in the fandom here tbh (or i just can't find them)💔 (sooo if u end up writing something for jihoon i will be waiting🫣)

IT SHOULDNT BREAK UR HEART IM SORRY IT WAS A CRY IN A POSITIVE WAY!!! i think it just means u portray emotions well (?) cuz every time there is a good sad scene in movies or books i just have to fight the tears back even when i was in a good mood before💔 AND THANK U FOR BEING AN AMAZING WRITER AND JUST BEING LOVELY AND READING MY LONG ASS REPLIES LMAO U ARE JUST TOO NICE OF A PERSON💖💕💝 (liebestraum anon💕)

omg 20th august is such a good bday to have im noting it down!!! 😌😌

IT IS the fic was originally supposed to be a part of collab but the writer deactivated and cancelled it but when i asked if i can keep the idea they were ok with it!! so yeah hopefully one day 💓

LOOK lets go to the concert together 😭😭 im like,, half serious and half joking 😭😭😭 i keep telling my mum about it and like the bus tickets to budapest are only 7€ and then i can find a cheap hotel and shit and i have money saved for the tickets 😭😭😭 like. budapest is objectively the closest stop to me ((even tho im still salty there is no vienna then i would go for sure) and i wanted to visit anyway 😌 but my mum doesnt wanna go w me and my dad doesnt either and i have no friends that would wanna go w me either and i am not allowed to go alone so. theres that 😭😭 i dont think ill get to go tbh im still kinda heartbroken but oh well its not the first time :// if i didnt live in such a shitty ass place this would all be easier 😭

girl i think its a miracle tbh but i got the names down. thanking my hyperfixation tendencies 💓💓💓 when i saw it i was so shocked tbh and now i keep getting sad mashidam edits on my tiktok fp and living through the pain LMAO. GIRL my crush on jihoon is getting out of control like genuinely what the fuck is happening to me- WHY IS TEUMEBLR SO DRY THO WHERE ARE THE FICS ??? i found like 3 fics and the rest are like 2 years old headcanon posts its such a struggle 😭😭 do i really have to do everything myself on this site.... (dont feed my delusions but give it a few months and if i dont fall out of them i can see myself creating a seperate treasure blog.....got a jihoon drabble idea the other day but. i will contain myself. so far he's the new main side character of the mark fic im writing 🥴)

awh you are too sweet 😭😭😭😭 thank u so so much !!!! this means the whole world to me 💓 once again was happy to hear from u, hope youre doing well ily xx

#💌ask #liebestraum anon

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kill-4-bill · 2 years

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clearing up some shit.

i did not just turn 19. idk where she got that info from. i’m turning 20 this month. i deactivated bc she was stalking me, and activated again after a day bc i thought she was done, tried to deactivate again and insta wouldn’t let me. she’s made a 5th account to talk to me. i only know she has 5 accounts bc she’s messaged me from all 5. you can find someone’s PUBLIC profiles using a google search and look at their PUBLIC pics. i don’t have any “old pics”. i did a simple google search. google≠ stalking. i only got on tumblr bc i was told she was posting everything ab me. i don’t care about this tea girl. i don’t know her. vanessa posted about tea and i asked for more context, went to sleep, and woke up to 9+ messages. d is my PARTNER. she messaged him a long ass paragraph after i blocked her 2nd account and he responded. last time i checked defending yourself doesn’t mean texting my partner when you don’t get your way. i did not threaten to k her. saying your dad is coming to my address is threatening me tho. also i don’t live anywhere near LA. wish i did tho🤞🏻

here is more proof of her telling me to brush my hair, calling me ugly etc. this is not defending yourself. i style my hair messy btw. i have naturally wavy hair. and i like the messy look👍🏻also beating the egirl allegations👌🏻i listen to cannibal corpse, whirr, seether, etc. and still wear skinny jeans. i’m not a skirt and leg warmers type girl but do you. i’ve been REAL alt all my life. but it’s wtv. i also don’t think i’m better than her bc i have more followers. followers are followers. i’m not an on the internet 24/7 type of person. i just have followers bc i’ve had the same acc since 2017. not once have i bragged ab more followers. she told me her whole life story months back, including how she herself couldn’t brush her hair and how she’s gained weight. but she wants to tell someone w anorexia to starve. i’m not worried ab her calling me poor either cause i’ll be 20 and i won’t be living off mommy and daddy. so it’s wtv. i don’t want any hate towards her nor did i post with malicious intent. as of last night she was still messaging me. i did not send friends to text her but did give a friend her account when she asked. i don’t have to respect someone who has made 5 accounts to text me on. i’ve had to change my username, delete my pics, etc. just to have peace from her for 5 seconds. idc if she plays victim online. that’s on her. i don’t report her, i block and wait for karma to take its toll. again not saying this to attack her, if she gen thought somewhere in her fucked up head my first message was hate on her and she had to defend herself then cool. not my problem. i’m just saying this to get the truth out there so i can be left alone. idec if she doesn’t take down her shit ab me. just take down the shit ab my partner. he doesn’t deserve that. there’s also more messages of her calling me a crackhead,etc. but i digress. it’s not my problem anymore. a little wisdom tho, if you have problems w everyone in your life, the common denominator is you. wishing this girl healing and maybe one day she will get a therapist🤞🏻i don’t hate her. i feel bad for her. it’s clearly unhealthy and mental health is serious. and yes vanessa, i do have someone to talk to ab my mental health. whatever information you’re putting out is wrong. ik she’s posted my twitter, if you need more info, reach me there. i’ve deleted the entire instagram app from my phone so i could have 5 min of peace. included in this post is the first message i sent, i didn’t think it was rude, i didn’t have rude intentions, but everyone has their own perspective. sending all my love and healing. bye.

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formenis · 3 years

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Lesson

Anon asked: “ Can you do a scenario where L hasn't sleep in a while and it got to the point where even the Task Force is worried about him so Watari calls L's secret S/O and she comes barging into HQ and starts yelling at L that he is getting sleep or she is drugging him so he will sleep and L just follows behind her like a love-sick puppy“

A/N: please everyone, let’s give L so much love! Our best detective needs some rest sometimes.

And consider English is not my first language so I’m sorry about all the mistakes you’ll find. I’m trying to improve.

pairing: L x fem!reader

warning: nope

requested: yes

Y/A = your alias

Once Watari said: «L has no internal clockwork or any concept of time. After 102 hours of staying awake, he slept for almost 17 hours» and for him it was not enough.

If you think it's strange, well you don't know L. He goes to the toilette by himself with open doors and slightly changed sitting position. Since he likes clearness, he bathes frequently. But he never washes himself; he just sits in Watari's special "human washer" which includes drying functions.

L is rather picky with regards to clothing, there are always ten or so identical sets of clothes prepared for him. But he cannot put them on by himself…no, rather, he never feels like doing it (Watari has to say something like "banzai" to tell L to lift his arms). Most of the time, he is in his room, sitting motionlessly in that position.

But Y/N L/N knows it very well. She is L's girlfriend for a long time and she is used to L's particular (and almost non-existent) routine. That's her patience and kind personality that caught L's attention. It all started when Y/N went at the Wammy's House for a job interview. They were searching for a new teacher and Y/N satisfied all the prerequisites. During her probationary period all children fell in love with their new teacher, so patient and gentle even with the most spiteful kid.

When Roger Ruvie, the Wammy's House manager when Watari was not there, sent his observations about this new candidate, L agreed in hiring her. And when he met her in person he was hypnotised by her. The children were right, she was special: Y/N became the mother, the sister, the aunt and the friend those children didn’t have. This captured the attention and the interest of the greatest detective in the world.

It didn’t take long for both Y/N and L to fall for each other: the young teacher was attracted by his intellect and by his gaze, so deep and mysterious; on the other hand, L was mesmerized by her personality and by her smirk she had whenever she was right about something. But the thing that convinced L that Y/N was the right one for him was when she beat him at chess.

«Checkmate»

At first, L didn’t pay attention to what she said but when he observed the chessboard he couldn’t hide his surprise. «Miss L/N…you won»

«That's what I said»

But back to the present. Y/N was at the Wammy's House checking the homework of her little students when Roger entered her classroom.

«Miss L/N, there's a call for you»

«Ah yes, thank you Roger» Y/N answers at the phone placed on her desk. «Hello?»

«Miss L/N, it's Watari» the old and warm voice of Quillsh Wammy (as known as Watari) echoed through the receiver.

«Good afternoon Watari, I was correcting some homework. Do you need something?»

«It's about L»

Since the beginning of the Kira case, L moved to Japan. He changed hotel every week until Watari finished the new HQ and for the task-force was compulsory not to use any electronic devices when they were with him. This meant L couldn’t call his beloved Y/N that often and he started to miss her.

In order to solve as fast as he could the Kira case, he dived in the work for entire days and nights. Sugar cubes and coffee were his meals and he almost refused to sleep. He focused his mind and all his being to the case.

At first, the task-force wasn’t that concerned since they realised L had particular habits. But week after week, month after month, the situation got worse. His eyebags became darker and heavier, his skin became more white than his shirt and in general he looked really sickly.

«Uhm Ryuzaki? Did you sleep last night?» Soichiro Yagami asked him, there was worry on his face.

«When the Kira case will be solved I'll sleep» L replied rather tiredly despite his monotone voice didn’t express it. But Watari, who was with them serving ice-cream to everyone, noticed it immediately. He couldn’t bear such sight, he had to do something so he made a decision: if nobody could convince L to rest, then Miss Y/N L/N will.

«That's why I need you here, Miss L/N»

«He didn’t sleep for how much, Watari?! Are you serious?»

«Unfortunately yes. He dedicated every part of his being to the case. And by "every part" I mean literally every part of him»

«I can't believe it. I'm coming there, Watari»

«Very well, Miss L/N»

♰ TIME SKIP ♰

When Y/N arrives in Japan she was truly amazes by that country, so full of life, lights and culture. She can't believe it's the same country where Kira is killing. However, at the moment she can only think about L. She is so worried about him and about his well-being: he can be so odious and stubborn about his work that he would gladly renounce to his health if it meant to solve a case.

Y/N is boiling from rage, L went too far. If he falls ill how can he solve the case? Despite the anger she feels, she is excited too: it's been months since she saw or heard L. She misses him so much…but at the same time she wants to scold him.

«He is more hard-headed than the children at the Wammy's!» Y/N mutters at Watari, who is driving the car. With an excuse, he left the HQ to go at the airport to pick Y/N up and now they were coming back.

«Yes, I know. It's the reason I called you…you are the only one who can convince Ryuzaki»

During the way towards the HQ, Watari informs her about the Kira case, the task-force and all L's suspects. At the same time Y/N warns him about all the new prodigies at the orphanage. The old man smiles kindly when he sees, through rear-view mirror, how Y/N's eyes shine when she started to talk about her students.

After an hour, the two of them arrives at this famous HQ: twenty-three floors aboveground and two floors belowground; Watari said there is a helipad on the roof of the building but the structure is designed so that the helipad and the two helicopters on it cannot be seen by those looking at the building from the exterior.

«Miss L/N, please use the back stairs. I deactivated the cameras so you can reach the monitoring room without being watched by Ryuzaki»

«Alright Watari, thanks»

Y/N did as instruct by him and takes the back stairs in order to reach the elevator. In her mind, Y/N is preparing the discourse to do at L: it doesn't matter if his colleagues are with him, he has to come to terms with her and starting to have a regular and healthy routine.

In the monitoring room nobody has any idea that the greatest detective's girlfriend is there in the same building as them. Actually they don’t know that L has a girlfriend either. So when the task-force see a young woman spread open the main door of the monitoring room they are quite shocked.

«Who is she?» Matsuda looked up from the papers in his hands. Shortly after that, all the other men looked up as well.

«L!»

That voice distracted L from his dossiers and through the reflection on his laptop he recognises Y/N. His lips become a thin line, a sudden rush of thoughts and emotions hits L at the same time. Why is she there? Something bad happened at the Wammy's House? Is it because he cuts ties with everyone during the investigations? Confusion, concern, worry, alarm…fear yet happiness, because he can see her after long time. L is overwhelmed.

«Everyone, please meet Miss Y/A, Ryuzaki's significant other» Watari introduces her at the task-force and each member gasped in shock.

«L! Watari told me you refused to eat properly, to sleep properly…to live properly!»

Ryuzaki spins his swivel chair towards her so Y/N has the chance to look better at him: hollow face, paler skin colour, dark and heavy eyebags. «Y/A, please, I'm not one of your student»

L is somehow relieved that Y/N was there because of him and not because something terrible happened to her or to the children at the orphanage. So he half-sighs in relief when she started to complain about is health.

«Well, you seem like one in this moment! I cannot bear seeing you like this, you know how much important health is for everyone. The lack of sleep or an unregulated diet will affect your mind and your efficiency will decrease! And how can you catch Kira if you're tired?»

Ah, how much L misses those cute "telling-offs". It is clearly Y/N's professional deformation: she worries about people and strangers as much as she does with the children at the Wammy's. So when she finishes her discourse, L couldn’t hide a wide smile.

«I guess you're right, Y/A» L pretended to be sorry but the truth is that he loves seeing that part of Y/N's personality.

«Of course I am! Now let's start from the sleeping part!» she walks closer to him and grabs the wrist. Then she drags him out of the monitoring room leading towards the bedroom. In L's eyes, admiration and love can be seen while Y/N continues with her discourse about a new healthy routine he has to start.

Right before entering the bedroom L stops and hugs Y/N from behind, his arms are around her chest now. «Y/N…you have no idea how much I missed you»

She smiles, removing her teacher mask for a moment, and looks at him. «I missed you too, cutie pie»

L rubs slightly his cheeks against hers in a cute act of affection. Having her in his arm is such a relief for him, L can sense a strong wave of tiredness on his shoulders. «Will you rest with me?»

«Of course~» Y/N caresses his dark hair, something she really misses doing. «I'll stay with you from now on»

#death note #death note headcanons #death note scenario #l x reader #l lawliet #watari #reader insert #female reader #x you #x y/n

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mpregstory · 3 years

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GYM

If someone had asked me earlier if I would still do sports in the terminal stages of my pregnancy, I would probably have refused with a laugh and said “never in my life”. Jacob ran his hand down his body and looked at his fully grown baby bump in the mirror. Even the short time in the changing room ensured that beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. The muscles he trained for a long time enabled him to go to the gym regularly for 39 weeks. It was only in the last few months that Jacob's bulging, big belly became an obstacle. He can no longer do various exercises without any problems or at all, such as push-ups or sit-ups, because the pelvis is too much in the way. Okay, let's go! He opened the cabin door and entered the studio. It was only slightly filled and most of the devices were empty. Jacob went straight to the treadmill and put down his towel. As he stepped onto the treadmill, he saw the reflection of his tight red top in the glass on the third floor. Jacob entered jogging for 30 minutes and started for the next 20 minutes. man goes the shaking on the pelvis... He then walked at a good walking pace for the last 10 minutes. Jacob stood on the deactivated treadmill for two minutes. His hair was soaked in sweat and the towel didn't really help his face either. Behind his back a young man yells: “Hey Jacob! You are here?" Jacob turned to the voice. It was Leonard, a nice old friend. „Oh shit, Leo! Hey! What's up? The last time I saw you you were heavily pregnant! You look great!“ Jacob scratched his head with a sympathetic smile. „41 weeks...to be precise. You look great too! Pregnant too, I see. It was about time that someone really fucks you, hehe…“ Leonard put his hands in his trouser pockets. Then Jacob asks: „When was that again? Ten months ago, here?“ Leonard thought for a moment and answered: „Correct! I gave birth that same week. If I remember correctly, I already went into labor the day we saw each other...That was when we were both downstairs in the swimming pool and I was complaining on the lounger about how powerful and painful such a stomach actually is and... „You already had contractions and didn't tell me anything? A real bad ass. I didn't notice anything.“ „I didn't expect it to start that day. After that we stayed in the water for two hours. Every time I tried to hide a contraction and when we said goodbye, I went to a friend's house. When I was playing, my water broke and I gave birth in his bathtub...“ „great now i'm scared…“ What if I have contractions and don't feel it? „how far are you?“ „39 weeks. From the day after tomorrow 40.“ „Well then you're actually just waiting for you know...the big explusion and stuff ...“ „Yes, Leo.“ „Yeah it was cool to see you again. Take care of yourself and see you soon!“ „Okey bye!“ Jacob looked after Leonard with a smile and then went to the showers. However, he was plagued with paranoia about labor and whether or how it could start. The communal showers were empty. So Jacob felt even more alone and helpless, so that he gave a slight gasp and then he didn't know whether he was in pain or not. He spread his legs and crouched down a little. The pain went away and he was sure that this was a real major contraction right now. fuck!? Did my pulse cause labor pains in me? He waited until another contraction came that hit him painfully. He leaned against the tiles and propped up his lower belly. Jacob finished the shower and went to the changing rooms. Then he put on a pair of white long johns and took off the tight Tob. He left the studio with his bag and stepped into the hot sun. The painful sting was now permanent and his belly was noticeably harder. Jacob leaned against the studio wall and tried to calm down a little. Then however a strong pressure came over him and he ended this with pressing. He then felt the amniotic fluid run down his thighs from his bump. Jacob took hold of the crotch and realized that his water had broke.

#mpreg #malepregnancy #pregnancy #fiction #birth #giving birth #givingbirth #labor #labor pain #contractions

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sunshineandaisies · 3 years

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Numbers (Part One)

Numbers Masterlist

Summary: Soulmate!AU where everyone is born with numbers indicating their soulmates birth date tattooed on their wrist

Words: 811

Warning: language

Note: So if you recognize this from like 4-5 years ago, it’s because this is a repost from my old account (caps-best-girl) that I’ve since deactivated. There are 7 parts to this in total that I’ll be editing and reposting throughout the week. (Also, I’m a hoe for soulmate AUs).

You were born with a date on your left wrist, just as your mother and father had been. Just as everyone else had been. Your mother cried when she saw the date printed on your skin. Your father remained stoic and said nothing about it until you turned eighteen. It wasn’t until you were nearly ten years old that you realized the date on your arm meant that your soulmate was decades older than you, and most likely already dead.

So you went about your life, ignoring how the numbers on your wrist never faded despite the years passing by while all of your friends met their soulmates or either had their mark fade to an unintelligible smudge on their skin.

It never bothered you, knowing that you’d probably never meet your soulmate until you received an invitation to your best friend’s wedding. She had met her soulmate nearly a year ago, and seeing how in love she was with him made you crave that kind of connection with another human being. At first it was awkward glancing down at the wrists of every white-haired, frail ninety-year-old man that you came across, but the only thing you ever gained from that was hearing the stories of how they found their soulmates amidst the war. The stories made you laugh, cry, and smile, but it only made you long for your own soulmate even more.

You had all but given up when your friend had come knocking on your door frantically, holding a paper in her hand as she tried to explain that Captain America had been found frozen in the Baltic. You didn’t really understand what that meant until you looked down at your wrist, seeing the numbers imprinted in your skin dated almost a century ago.

“You need to see if he has your birthday on his wrist, Y/N,” she said, out of breath from running to you. “He might be your soulmate.”

Despite knowing how hard it would be to get anywhere near Captain America, you still held out hope that you would bump into him, having one of those meet-cutes that you thought were cheesy and cliché but wanted desperately. You spent two years trying to learn more about Captain America – how the hell did no one that you asked know when his birthday was? – and doing anything in your power to catch a glimpse of his wrist in all of the pictures that you could find of him. It was useless though. He always had his uniform on, covering the skin where you knew his mark would be.

It was thanks to your friend Sam Wilson that you finally met Steve Rogers. He had casually mentioned how he had met Captain America while running one morning over a late lunch at your favorite little café, and you almost spit your drink out in anger and disbelief. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me this earlier?” you asked.

“I didn’t think it would be that important,” he shrugged. Your eyes widened as you pulled your sleeve up, showing him the date inked into your skin. “Oh, shit. My bad. I totally forgot your soulmate is like a hundred years old.”

You rolled your eyes. “Next time you run into him, call me. Or you know, at least text me. An email would be nice at this point.”

That call came a few weeks later when Sam frantically told you that Captain America and Black Widow had showed up at his doorstep while being hunted by S.H.I.E.L.D. “You might want to sit this one out, Y/N,” he warned. “This is some serious shit going on.”

“I can handle myself, Sam,” you told him before hanging up and rushing to his house.

When you first laid eyes on Steve Rogers there was no fuzzy feeling in your chest. There was no tingle in your fingertips. There was no invisible force pulling you to him like all of your friends had felt when they first saw their soulmate. At first, he and Natasha Romanov were angry with Sam for getting you involved, but that quickly disappeared when you proved yourself to be an even better strategist than Natasha and Steve.

The next time you saw Steve, it was after S.H.I.E.L.D had been disbanded and the Winter Soldier had disappeared. You arrived home to see him sitting on your doorstep, waiting for you. “Steve?” you called to him as you approached. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to make sure,” he said, gripping your arm in his hand as he studied the date on your wrist. His brow furrowed before his eyes lit up in recognition.

March 10, 1917.

“Is it…Are you…?” You could hardly complete a sentence, but he knew what you were trying to say.

He shook his head. “No,” he told you, “but I know who is.”

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