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preggo-ace · 20 days

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“What!? You- you can’t be ready to push…. The ambulance isn’t here yet.” I said, gently rubbing your back, while frantically looking down the deserted country road for signs of the ambulance.

We had gone on a walk through the local forest to help kick-start your contractions, but neither of us expected your labor to come on as suddenly as it did. Or as quickly. I kept one arm round your waist as we trekked through the forest back towards civilisation, stopping every so often for you to ride out each contraction. The pains quickly got worse and dangerously more frequent. I called an ambulance when you started grunting through them.

And now here we were, standing on the side of a quiet country road. You were braced against a tree, rocking your hips side to side and humming deeply. Feeling useless, all I could was massage your back and hope to god help would arrive soon.

“Take a breath sweetie, see if you can pant through it.”

I try my absolute hardest to take your suggestion, but it proves futile quickly. The weight of the baby lodged in my birth canal, the nearly blinding pressure, it's all too much for me. My body isn't giving me a choice.

"I... I can't. I can't, I'm sorry..."

Lowering into a small squat against the tree, I push into my hand with a whimper, the care of giving birth into my pants long since gone. They don't have much give, but it is enough for the head to descend at least a little. This wasn't what we had planned, not at all, though clearly this baby wasn't waiting. Still deep in the throes of the contraction, I push again with a low groan in the back of my throat.

I finally release the push with a gasp, leaning farther against the tree as I catch my breath. Due to the restriction of my clothes, my pushes didn't yield much progress, but part of me is kind of grateful for that; I'd rather not give birth on the side of the road! However, that also means I grow more and more uncomfortable by the second, my lips burning as they're trapped outstretched by the baby's head peeking through.

I push again despite my best efforts, eager to make that burning stop. My nails dig into the tree bark like claws, and I growl through gritted teeth as I exert practically all of my energy downwards. The baby, however, stays in place.

With still no sign of the ambulance - or any other human life besides us - I sink down to my knees as I accept the reality of this situation. We aren't leaving this forest without a baby.

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from this prompt, feel free to drop more in my ask box (just read my pinned before you do!)

#hopefully this was good enough #i tried at least #giving birth #pregnancy #pregnant #birth kink #labor kink #pregnancy kink #birth #clothing birth #unassisted birth

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spinningspencer · 17 days

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I want to give you that calm that you have so long searched for

~Cassiopeia, Bears In Trees

#poor baby #i would give him the world #i dont really know if i like how this came out #but anyway #he deserves comfort too #he deserves so much better #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds spencer reid #sam creates #spencer reid comfort #i tried at least

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iwonderwh0 · 7 months

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Continuing my train of thoughts about androids exchanging eyes

Markus: all those androids exchanging eyes, it's so...I don't know. I got this one from a dead android after my own got destroyed. And now everyone is just doing it for fun? I don't understand.

North: You shouldn't be surprised – it would happen sooner or later with your face being seen as often as it does... I too would exchange a part of me so I could carry yours with me at all times.

Markus: Every time I look in the mirror, I remember his face. And I don't even know what his name was.

North: I think he would be honoured to know that at least a part of him will see the change happening.

Markus: Thank you.

North: If it would make you feel better, I could carry it for you.

Markus: An eye?

North: For an eye.

Markus: *smiles*

#dbh #dbh incorrect quotes #dbh markus #dbh north #norkus #I'm not feeling north that well so sorry for potentially making it really out of character #I tried at least #detroit become human #changed the ending a little because I like this joke

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acewithapaintbrush · 10 months

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The Ones That Leave

I am cutting it close with this one. My contribution to week two of @wdtajn

TW for themes of death and craziness and a very open and ambiguous ending. Read at your own risk please

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I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

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Bruno stares at the crack.

The handle of the bucket cuts into his palm. It is filled to the brim with spackle and it's heavy, much heavier than his brittle bones and thin arms are used to anymore. And still, he barely feels it. The only reason it hasn't slipped from his hand is because his fingers are clenched around the metallic handle, frozen and stiff.

His whole body feels frozen and stiff. He doesn't know how long he has been standing here, in this dark hallway behind the walls, staring at the crack. It could be minutes, it could be hours. Probably hours. His eyes are so dry they hurt. When he tries to blink it feels like he is rubbing his eyelids against sandpaper. His lips are dry too, but they always are. That's what you get for not talking for years. In the beginning he'd talked to his rats and given his voice to them for their little plays, but that had only added stress to an already anxious Dolores so he'd stopped speaking completely, had bitten his tongue every time he'd caught himself opening his mouth.

He's been in the walls for five years by now. He hasn't talked for almost as long.

He doesn't even know if he still remembers how.

He stares at the crack and the crack stares back. It is not really a crack to be honest. It is too wide and too big. It starts at the bottom and reaches upwards into the dark, high above his head. It's almost as wide as he is. He'd only need to turn his body a little sideways and he could fit through, step to the other side.

Bruno has no idea what is on the other side. It should lead to the outside, to the garden at the back of the house. At least he thinks it does. But then, wouldn't he be able to see said garden on the other side? The tall trees and the grass and the little bench his mother has put there all those years ago to be able to read in the sunshine?

He doesn't. All he sees is darkness. An inky black, darker than the night, darker than his little room behind the kitchen when he puts out all the candles.

Maybe he is mistaken. Maybe he got turned around somewhere, lost all sense of direction again.

Casita is confusing, sometimes. Sometimes it feels like she is moving the hallways at will, to drive him crazy confuse him. He will turn a corner and realize he's forgotten something and turn back only to be faced with a wall or, even worse, another hallway impossibly stretching on into the dark forever and ever. It's given him vertigo before. It has made him curl up on the floor, shaking and crying.

Casita always relents after a while. Bumping his feet with her floorboards in apology and gently guiding him back into his room at the end of the day where he then will collapse into his makeshift bed, spent and exhausted. Sometimes he wonders if he'd ever be able to find his room again without her help.

Sometimes he wonders if he'd ever be able to leave without her help. If she'd let him.

But it's just a game. Certainly just a game.

Casita is vindictive playful like that.

Casita is cruel mischievous like that.

Casita is…

Bruno takes a shaky breath. It hurts in his chest. Maybe he hasn't been breathing this entire time.

Casita is haunted. That's what the old man had said to him, all those years ago. He'd taken eight year old Bruno by the shoulders. He'd shaken the boy, leaned down so he could stare right into his face. His eyes had been red-rimmed and wild, his hair greasy, his breath smelly. The spittle from between chapped lips and bad teeth had hit Bruno right on the cheek and he'd been so disgusted and scared that he'd almost missed the words.

"That house is haunted! Unnatural! It is evil! Get out boy, get your Mama and sisters out of there!"

Alma had finally found them, locked in a staring contest filled with fear and revulsion and horror and pulled the man away. She'd screamed at him, told him to leave her child alone, to never dare show his face in front of her family again.

Later that night Bruno had tried to see into the future of the man, scared out of his mind that he would return, would suddenly stand in front of his bed in the middle of the night to scream at him again.

The vision had shown the man walking towards Casita with a match in his hand, muttering and stumbling. But then it had shifted into a picture of a wall. Nothing but a wall. The one on the second floor, near Alma's room.

Bruno doesn't know why he never told anyone about this vision. Doesn't know why he stared at the green slab depicting nothing but a wall and decided to destroy it and never talk about it again.

Two weeks later, the man was declared missing. Everyone assumed that he had simply left the valley after he'd been ostracized by pretty much everyone for upsetting the revered Alma Madrigal.

But Bruno had heard it at night. The faint sound of scratching from behind the walls, of footsteps hurrying up and down unseen hallways. Wailing and moaning.

He'd close his eyes and hear all these noises and see the image of a wall, immortalized on a green slab and tell himself that it's nothing.

Just the rats. Just the creaks of an old house.

Just the screaming and begging of a trapped man howling of the wind.

Surely, nothing more.

Once, and only once, months after the sounds had grown fainter and fainter and ultimately disappeared, had he asked his mother about the man. What had happened to him.

"It doesn't matter.", she'd said. "He left."

But he'd seen it in her eyes. Had seen it in the way she'd clenched her fists and in the way she'd glanced at the walls surrounding them, in the way she'd lowered her voice and tried to keep a smile on her face and failed horribly.

He'd seen it all and he'd understood that it wouldn't have mattered if he'd told her about his vision in time.

It wouldn't have mattered at all.

And he'd nodded and agreed.

The man left.

Except Bruno knows better now, has always known better. He can sometimes see something moving out of the corner of his eyes. A man-shaped shadow, a fleeting misplacement of light. Once he'd tried to turn a corner and Casita had pushed him back, had hit him in the chest with one of her floorboards so hard it had taken his breath away. But not quickly enough to prevent him from catching a glimpse of the heap of ruined clothes on the floor. Of white bones sticking out of them, fingers like sticks still reaching out to scrabble at a wall covered in scratches.

He doesn't go into that part of the house anymore. It is probably covered in cracks by now, but he doesn't care. If Casita ever breaks apart, that hallway will be the epicenter. One of the scratches will have turned into a crack and that will be the one that tears her apart in the end.

That's where her end will begin and maybe that's how it's meant to be.

Bruno steps closer to the crack that is not a crack. The darkness behind it is absolute, but it still looks like there are things writhing inside of it, shadows battling for dominance. He has stared into it for so long that he's beginning to see faces in its depth. Contorted, grotesque faces.

His mother. His sisters. Their children.

The man.

His father.

Maybe the man was right. Maybe there has always been evil in these walls. Or maybe Casita is just a little bit too human. Capable of change in the worst ways possible.

Maybe it started with the man. Maybe it started long before that.

For the first time Bruno wonders what it must be like to be a thing with a conscience. To see and hear and feel but not be able to move in any way that matters. Only opening cupboards and swinging doors and moving floorboards. Housing beings with whole lives and emotions within you and still only looking in from the outside. Watching their lives pass you by, growing older while you are stuck just the way you have always been.

It's enough to drive someone crazy.

Bruno laughs, shrill and loud and crazed. It's the first sound he has made in five years and a small part of him hopes Dolores is asleep or far enough away to not have heard.

What a horrible first thing to hear from her uncle after five years of silence.

The darkness answers him, it ripples and wavers. He hears a small boy laughing in there, hears a small girl laughing behind him. What a merry little symphony they make, full of bells and death life.

The walls expand and collapse, the floorboards under his feet vibrate.

Ah, Bruno realizes. Casita is crying laughing too.

The darkness creeps out of the crack door. It slithers at the corners, looking like vines testing the air. And then it passes that invisible boundary and reaches out to him.

Bruno reaches back. He's always been the one to reach out to everyone but at some point the people have stopped accepting his outstretched hand, have pulled back instead, and so his outstretched arm has withered away like a flower cut off from its stem.

But here in this dark and dusty hallway a darkness reaches out and Bruno reaches back and it welcomes him. It is so cold where it touches his fingertips that it burns. It feels like he is touching a candle flame and Bruno shivers and a grin pulls at his lips.

He has been cold for so long. He can't wait to get warm again.

He gets pulled towards the dark doorway and he willingly steps forward.

Casita SCREAMS laughs and Bruno SCREAMS laughs with her.

And then he is gone.

He left.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto fanfic #wdtajn #Prompt horror #Horror and creepiness #I tried at least #What if Casita wasn't magical so much as haunted?

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kittkattys · 6 months

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Soooooo, I had this little epiphany when I got home...

#they're such COWARDS for not giving us a literal illusionist fox #like it would be threatening and silly at the same time #the perfect balance #anyway I did this in like 20 minutes?#I tried at least #adrien agreste #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fox!adrien #fox miraculous

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pickled-flowers · 4 months

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It turns out cowboy boots were not in fact made to walk on snow 😭

#ah well #i tried at least #still managed to do my usual commute without falling so thats a win i guess!#but never again that shit left my legs so sore #good workout tho

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napalmchugger · 5 months

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Style practice drawing with Colin that I never finished.

#my creation (is it real?)#It doesn't even look like him jfc #I tried at least #radiohead #colin greenwood #digital art

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neptune-scythe · 7 months

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I was making a post on the Crows as represented by colours but I stopped after Kaz because I am unqualified to speak on any of the others

rip me and my over ambition i guess LMAO

#i tried at least #sometimes i think I can speak on the other Crows #and then I remember I cannot #I only know Kaz #Six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #kuwei yul bo

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iireh · 2 years

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sheon ∙ ring ma bell ∙ studio choom

#sheon #billlie #billlienet #billlieedit #billlie edit #kflops #useraweks #wabisarah #rosieblr #simizone #aleksbestie #useroro #.*#oOOOOF #i tried at least

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morganali-art · 1 year

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Here's the thing. Every now and then @breadedsinner will say something, and I will spend my entire work day thinking about it, and this is where we land.

#sebastian vael #dragon age #DA2 #the fallen angel #alexander cabanel #i tried at least #it's tricky to make something look explicitly like sebastian when I've only got half a face to work with #but you were correct for saying it

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amett-orange · 1 year

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Heyo, Im aware its been a bit since ive posted actual art, and this isnt normally what I would make but I made it with a mousepad on js paint so I think it looks good all things considered, ill probably start make more, enjoy and Have a good day and or night

#pizza tower #fake peppino #I tried at least #I would have drawn peppino but I literally cant so have the fake one

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tumbleweedmemethemes · 2 years

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An old Madoka and Homura sketch

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sparticus2000art · 2 years

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I’ve done a little experimentation to try to figure out how to do more painterly colouring! Featuring Ingo and Emmet.

I don’t think I’m quite there, but I’m not doing too bad for a start point I think.

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daigyu01 · 1 year

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :incident gone right

synopsis: two enemies get into an incident that leads them into the emergency room. Both being trapped in the same room, they have to deal with each other 24/7.

genre: fluff, comedy, enemies to lovers

pairing: beomgyu x f!oc

disclaimer: this is my first time posting one of my dumb ideas on tumblr so please forgive me for any mistakes i make I'm a noobie 😿🙏

mini series - 1, (Too be continued ajsbsks)

Part 1.

I flinched the moment i felt the cold hard metal hit my face. i turned over to see who it was, and i was not surprised to see Yeonjun grinning like he won some stupid game.

"Go get some snacks, what's the point of Saturday movie night if there is no damn snacks in this house." He groaned and threw himself on the couch beside me.

Saturday movie night. it used to be Wednesday movie night until our parents found out we were staying up at 3 am on a school night which got us grounded for 2 weeks straight. It was something we did ever since we were 8, and we always had it no matter what.

We are a little too committed to it to be honest, especially Yeonjun. I remember this one time his turtle named Sam died back when we were 12, and this guy still came to my door and shoved us into my room to watch movies.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Isn't it your turn to buy the snacks?" I threw the keys back at him. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and pulled out his phone.

"This is why I made this." he showed me his screen. "You always say it's my turn and I've had enough so i made a calendar." Yeonjun said as he smirked.

"Oh great." I replied sarcastically and sighed.

"So, as you can see here, it is clearly your turn." He tossed the keys at me once again, sending me a flying kiss.

I huffed. "Fine whatever. You owe me dinner tomorrow."

Yeonjun sent me a whole list of what to get at the store. It was WAY more than just 5 items. Why the heck do i need to buy green peppers at a convenient store? Do they even sell those there?

i dialed his number on my phone once i reached a red light. The freaking audacity he has to make me buy all these things for one night when he knows I'm saving. I heard the ringing for a few seconds before he picked up.

"Jello?"

"Why the fuck am i buying green peppers at 12 am."

"I'm tryna eat healthy my lovely Lee Miso. If you could just get me one i would be eternally grateful."

I suddenly heard honking when i was rereading the list, which probably meant the light turned green and these stupid idiots behind me were impatient.

I immediately hit the gas.

"Also Miso could you buy me some protein powder that wou-"

Before I could even process what was happening, i felt something hit the side of my car which sent me flying.

i didn't know what to do so i went with my first instinct which was to scream and cry. Is this really how I'm going to die? Before graduation?

that was my last thought before my mind went blank.

"Ms. Lee? Are you awake?"

"Ms. Lee?"

i gazed up at the person calling me. My eyes squinted at the bright light that surrounded me. Is this heaven or-

"Ms. Lee!"

"The hell- what is it?" I replied angrily as i yawned.

"I'm so sorry, i just had to make sure you were doing well. And thankfully you are! Your partner is still asleep, he is a bit more stubborn to wake up." She laughed slightly.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Partner? I don't have a partner?"

"He was the one that crashed into you love."

"That piece of shit." i quickly removed the blankets off my body and got up to go find the guy. But as soon as I removed the blankets, i saw white stuff around me.

"Where are my legs? Where did you put them asshole?" I started panicking again and grabbed her wrist aggressively.

"Miss please calm down they are still there. They are wrapped to protect you, your legs got severely damaged."

I looked back at my body. "Hey uh, how long was i asleep for? I feel like a rock just hit my head."

"About 2 days, almost 3 ma'am." The nurse replied as she handed me some water. I took it and nodded my head. "Best sleep i have ever got that's for sure." I sighed.

A loud bang echoed through the room. I scanned around to see where it was from until i saw another nurse bringing in a bed with a patient on it.

The nurse clasped her hands. "Perfect timing! This is your partner for the next week." She smiled at me like it was the greatest news ever.

"I want my own room please."

"No can do, everything is full. It's only a week, don't worry. I'm kathy by the way." She smiled before heading out with the other nurse.

The guy they brought in was still asleep. He didn't seem too beat up from the crash, just minor scratches along his jawline. I stared at him a bit, he was oddly good looking. I shook my head and went back into my dream world, hoping to fall asleep again.

I'm this close to raging out of this room and flinging myself out the window. I have never been so damn bored in my whole existence.

I've had enough. The nurses weren't around, so i took this as the perfect opportunity to stroll around the room at least. My feet touched the cold tile making me shriek, but i got used to it and finally started to walk.

"Miso, what are you doing? Go back to bed please."

I jumped when i heard the voice. No one was in sight when i turned to see where the voice came from. "Who's there? Come out you foul!" I grabbed the knife beside me.

"I'm literally right here." The man from the bed said. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, wincing a bit.

"Oh- it's you. How do you know my name?" I questioned hesitantly.

"Who doesn't? Everyone at school knows you." He remarked slightly scoffing.

"School?"

"Yes Miso. The building where you learn about crap." He pushed his hair to the side. I held my gaze on him a bit. He looked really familiar for some reason.

"Do you go to the same school as me?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Idiot, of course i do that's how I know you."

I rolled my eyes in reponse. "Do we have any classes together?"

"Woahhh what's with the interrogation? Calm down baby girl i just woke up from a beauty sleep." He stretched his arms out.

it finally clicked in my mind who he was. "I know who you are. Choi Beomgyu right? The one always sitting with Taehyun at lunch."

"Yep that's me, the one and only." Beomgyu beamed a stupid smile.

"The Choi Beomgyu. The one that stole my favorite book." I scoffed.

"That was back in 1st grade Miso. I even asked for you forgiveness and gave it back to you."

"Still." I sneered. "Who made you think you could steal something precious like that?"

Beomgyu groaned in annoyance. "i was 6 years old."

"You shattered my heart that day."

"What a cry baby." He side eyed.

"i was 6!"

"Age is just a number you know." He got up and walked into another room that i could only assume was the bathroom.

"Hey wait! I'm not done talking to you get back here!" I ran towards him. before I could reach him he shuts the door in my face.

"Annoying ass girl." I heard him mutter.

"Says the one that talks only about IU all the damn time." i snorted.

"IU is amazing don't even fight me. You're just jealous i'm not simping over you."

"Narcissistic much? You would be a lot handsomer if you had a better personality you know." I sticked my tongue out even though he wouldn't see it.

"You would be a lot prettier if you didn't talk all the time." He opened the door and patted my head.

I can already tell this is going to be a LONG week.

#idk what this is #I tried at least #beomgyu #is this how Tumblr works idk #someone gimme a tutorial I'm lost #txt post #Txt #choi beomgyu

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