#i'm sorry in advance
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A Pair Made in the Pits
TFP Megatron x Reader
Summary: A soulmate au where near everyone has the first thing their soulmate says to them marked into their wrist. What a shame Y/n's is in some unknown language. Living with this for 7.5 years, she decides to settle down in Jasper, Nevada, not knowing that being the teacher in charge of the exchange student's overall academics and wellbeing in the school would lead her to being involved with giant robots and finding her soulmate in an unconventional method.
A/n: Sorry for the long summary! This is my first published transformers fic, so please be kind. If there are any inaccuracies, feel free to message me. I hope you enjoy my story!
WC: 2099
Chapter 1: Falling Behind Pt. 1
“Miko! Miko Nakadai!” The woman briskly walks down the hall, after the young exchange student who looked back and groaned in annoyance.
“I know. I know.” As the woman comes to a stop, Miko waves her off, “My grades need work. I need to pay attention in class. I can’t keep drawing on the desks. Can I go now?”
“Very funny, young lady-”
“You’re only ten years older than me- stop calling me that.” She crosses her arms and looks away.
“Miko, you know you were supposed to come by the office to pick up some papers for your host parents.” The woman places a hand on her hip, and raises a brow expectantly, “Any reason for you to skip out on me?”
“There’s a bike.”
“A… bike.”
“Outside!” She rolls her eyes again, throwing her arms up in exasperation. “I saw it from my last class, and I wanted to draw it. It’s gonna be gone if I go to the office and get the papers. You know the desk lady talks for, like, a million years.”
“Mrs. Albert does have a penchant for talking… tell you what- why don’t you go sit on the stairs of the school and draw that bike. I’ll grab the papers and bring them out to you. Just promise to stay on the entrance stairs. Ok?”
The girl whoops and breaks out into a run, excited to be let off the hook of being subject to Mrs. Albert’s stories of her childhood. “Thank you, Y/n!!”
Y/n shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips as she watches after the Japanese girl then makes her way to the office, silently knowing she’ll now be listening to one of the aforementioned talks. The woman was sweet but goodness, she needs to join a bookclub, or something.
“Ah. Y/n, dear! I thought Miko was supposed to be collecting these?”
There, sitting behind the desk, is Mrs. Albert, smiling as brightly as the sun. Her curly gray hair frames her rounded, wrinkled face- giving her the vibe of a grandmother who is about to offer you either butterscotch or one of those little red candies wrapped in those strawberry wrappers. The older woman was just as sweet as she appeared, which made Y/n feel the slightest bit guilty when she would dread one of the long-winded stories, Mrs. Albert never fails to tell.
“Hello Mrs. Albert. I let Miko go off to draw something she saw outside. She was too excited to say no, I’m afraid.” Y/n gave an airy but clipped laugh. “I told her I would bring her the papers for her host parents.”
“You’re too easy on that girl.” Mrs. Albert teasingly chastises, “Though, I guess I can’t blame you. That girl is the first exchange student you’re in charge of, it’s no wonder you’re so lenient with her. It reminds me of how I treated my baby, Samuel. Did I ever tell you about Sammy? He was such a delightful boy. He was heartbroken when he never got his quote…” She teeters off, the solemn look now on her face doesn’t suit her. Y/n had heard this story before, but it isn’t often that it comes up, nor is it often for ‘Sammy’ to be brought up at all. Not that it isn’t understandable as to why.
Quotes- a subject Y/n always loathes hearing about.
The thing about everyone’s quotes is that they link people to each other- your other half, according to many. Most people receive their quotes sometime at 18 years old, a few will get them younger, and even fewer never get them at all. Many times, if a person does not receive their quote, they don’t live for much longer- whether it be due to the societal pressures that they failed to meet, due to no fault of their own; or they have some kind of accident. Long story short, if you don’t get your mark by your 19th birthday, you spend the rest of that year mourning and wondering what will become of you. Not to say everyone without a quote dies, but they are a particularly rare find, that’s for sure.
On top of that source of dread, each quote comes in the native language of wherever your partner is from, so once people get their quote, they are either thrilled and/or they hit the books to understand their other half’s language. Meaning that with the gibberish printed on Y/n’s arm, she’s cursed with the unknown regarding some so-called soulmate.
“I’m sorry, dear. I shouldn’t mention quotes. I know you don’t like talking about them.” Mrs. Albert looks at her, a level of pity swimming in those big, brown eyes behind those glasses she adorns. She pats Y/n’s hand comfortingly, looking at the long sleeves she wears, even in the midst of September in the middle of Jasper, Nevada.
“Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Albert. I’ve been living with my quote for about 7 and a half years now. I’m ok.” Y/n smiles, knowing she didn’t mean any harm. “...About those papers?”
“Oh! Oh, yes. Let me grab those for you, dear.” She jumps up and walks over to one of her filing cabinets and quickly snags one of the multiple files out and hands it over. How she keeps track of where all of those papers are is baffling, but Y/n supposes the years of practice have definitely helped. “Here you are.”
“Thank you.” Y/n keeps up her smile and nods at the older woman. “You have a great rest of your afternoon, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Have a good night, Y/n. And be careful- I’ve heard that those street racers have been causing more trouble recently.” She calls out as the young woman leaves the office.
“I will!”
As she closes the door to the office, the smile on Y/n’s face slowly fades and she takes a deep breath, trying to brush off the snaring emotions surrounding her quote. After another breath, the woman rights herself and begins making her way down the hall, Y/n sifting through the papers in the manila folder, ensuring all of the papers are there. Her progress report and reviews from her teachers didn’t spell out anything good even so early into the year. All subjects but art, music, and english were less than adequate.
I’m going to have to talk to her about her grades again.
“Alright, Miko, I have your papers fo- Miko?” Exiting the front doors, Y/n looks around for her student, only to find her running off down the sidewalk. “Miko!” She takes off after her, cursing herself for not working out more.
This girl is gonna kill me.
Miko finally stops to peek around a corner, and the woman slows to a stop and leans against her own knees, heavy breathing covering up any sounds around her. After a moment of steadying her breath, she looks to the girl on her left, irritated, “Miko, I told you to stay on-”
“Shhh!!”
“You did not just shush me, young lady.” Miko gestures to whatever is so important that she ran over for, revealing a giant robot and a boy. A very familiar boy. “Jack Darby! You get away from that thing this instant!” Y/n yells, making both the teen and robot jump and look to her and Miko’s direction. She runs up to the boy, looking him over for any possible injuries, and pulls him behind her next to Miko.
“What?! He should totally go with!” Miko looks at Y/n, who keeps her eyes on the visibly bothered robot, like she’s crazy, and argues that he should do the opposite.
“Absolutely not! We don’t know what that thing even is!”
“Scrap.” The blue robot looks to Jack and then to the other two, standing up from her previously kneeling position when she had been speaking with the teenage boy, her tone obviously exasperated, “I have to bring all of you with me.”
“Excuse me? I am not going anywhere, and neither are these children. You wanna abduct someone for whatever wacky robot thing you have going on? You leave these children out of it.” Y/n crosses her arms, looking up at the blue and pink being before her, not willing to step down- much to the distaste of said robot.
“I don’t have time for this-” The bot raised her hand to the side of her head with quite possibly one of the most bothered expressions Y/n had ever seen on a human or anything else. “Bee, you need to come back… the kid is fine, but we’ve run into a couple of issues.”
“Did you not hear me? You can’t just-”
“Oh, I heard you, but I can and I will.” Apparently done with what Y/n can only assume was some kind of phone call- that or this was not only a giant robot but a crazy one at that. “I have orders and you’re now part of those orders because you were nosy.”
“We’ll act like we never saw you, not that anyone in their right mind would believe any of us if we told them we saw a giant robot lady that wanted to- what? Take us to some government facility and lock us away because of seeing whatever kind of prototype you are?” Y/n argues back, left hand on her hip and her right pointing up at the mech accusingly, to which the mechanical woman’s jaw falls agape before screwing up, insulted.
“We weren’t made by humans, and you are wasting my time. I have better things to do rather than argue with some woman who’s putting a hitch in today’s plans.”
“Oh, well I’m so-”
A yellow Urbana 500 with black racing stripes drives up behind Miko and Y/n and revs the engine, making the woman jump and the teen whirl around, excited to see yet another possible robot. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Y/n weighs her options. If she tries to take the children with her, it is possible these robots, while they may not have shown any aggressive or violent responses, it couldn’t be confirmed that they wouldn’t, if there was any opposition. The safest option was, unfortunately, to go with the kids and keep them as safe as possible. No matter how much she didn’t like this.
“Ok… alright.” Another deep breath in and out. The kids are what’s important right now. “We’ll come with you, but these kids stay as safe as possible.”
“That was the plan.” The dead tone rings through the alleyway, continuing to irk the only other adult present, but before Y/n could say anything, the metal woman transformed into a motorcycle, having Jack move around her, reluctantly getting on and Miko enthusiastically hops on with absolutely no hesitation. “Get in Bee, and we’ll meet you back at base.”
And then they were gone, leaving Y/n frustrated and clenching her fists with the other vehicle behind her, probably another transforming thing- hopefully with less attitude. Grumbling about the behavior of not only the bot, but the reckless behavior of the children as well, she turns around and awkwardly half-smiles at the yellow and black car- all of the frustration draining out of her.
“I don’t suppose there’s a person in there whose, like, codename is Bee, is there?” The bright lights of the car flick on and off a couple of times before the right side backdoor opens, confirming her fear. Letting out a quiet groan, Y/n walks to the awkward door, hoping there is a human ‘at base’ to help explain what the hell is going on. Getting in, she looks at the empty driver’s seat, then notices hair sticking ever so slightly above the passenger seat. “Oh, thank god. Another person. What is going- How many children exactly are you lot abducting?!”
A series of beeping, whirring, and whistling is the only response Y/n receives from the car’s radio as said child shyly smiles up at her. “Hello. Bee says we aren’t being taken, but someone named Optimus needs to see us after what happened yesterday.”
A moment’s pause settles over the car before Y/n leans back in her seat, rubbing her hands across her face, the car finally beginning to move and quickly pick up speed, “What exactly happened yesterday?”
“Um…”
I would much rather be listening to one of Mrs. Albert’s stories right now.
#slow burn#transformers#fem reader#afab reader#x reader#megatron x reader#tfp megatron#tfp megatron x reader#this is going to be an angst heavy series#I'm sorry in advance#this chapter is part of a sort of introduction to this series#soulmate au#it's gonna be angsty folks#future angst#fanfic writing#transformers x reader#a pair made in the pits
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Hey Wren finally kissed a girl that wasn't a succubus!!
#dnd#pathfinder 2e#my oc#my art#Wren#CONGRAGULATIONS TO MY KID#Wren has had such a shit time in the Darklands they deserve this#This is the definition of 'they had 15min of screen time in this session so I'm only gonna think about them forever now'#so much of my extra time is sketching them#I'm sorry in advance
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Hawkeye Pierce in GFA + Fourth of July (Sufjan Stevens)
#i'm sorry in advance#so SO SORRY#i had to get it out of me#hawkeye pierce#goodbye farewell and amen#m*a*s*h#mash
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uwu tit
awww what a shy little tit 😌 let me just
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Do y'all think Bobby, Trump, Tilín and Flippa could hear q!bad talking to himself from the other side of that door ? Do you think they heard him mumble to himself, "I can't leave them alone" ?
Do you think they assumed it was about them, before realising he was talking about their other siblings ?
How do you think it made them feel ? Were they relieved he chose to stay and take care of his living children ? Was that relief tinged with the sour aftertaste of abandonment ?
Do you think q!maxo heard him too ?
#if i think about q!bbh death for longer than 5 minutes I'll start crying#I'm sorry in advance#q!badboyhalo#qsmp#badboyhalo
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i lost the original post but i would once again like to say that it is some kind of cruel joke that i am spending my nights studying for a calculus exam and doing chemistry homework when i could be reading good omens fanfic
#me: it's a cruel joke that i have to study for my chosen field of study#god i am going to be so insufferable when i voluntarily subject myself to organic chemistry#i'm sorry in advance#anyway i've decided that if i get through this next problem i am allowed to stop and i will simply power through the rest tomorrow#not good omens#but also still#good omens#personal#stem major
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do you feel ashamed when you hear my name?
#i'm sorry in advance#this scene hurt so bad#percy jackson#pjo series#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians#luke castellan#pjo tv show#walker scobell#charlie bushnell
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Galladrabbles
This @galladrabbles is for @juliakayyy 's prompt "Catching up"
Mickey’s expression was one Mandy hadn’t seen before on his face.
This openly abjectly shattered expression, wasn’t her brother.
“Hey.” She greeted as she sat on the porch railing next to him.
Mickey took a deep drag on his cigarette and slowly blew it out through his nostrils with a grunt.
“What’s wrong?” She asked gently.
He opened his mouth, but then bit his lower lip shaking his head.
“C’mon Mick.”
“Ian cheated on me, we done catching up now?” Mickey asked, his tone meaning to be biting and sharp.
But all she heard was the broken heart behind them.
#I'm sorry in advance#galladrabbles#gallavich#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#mandy milkovich#ian x mickey
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wazzup dude!
so whaddya got for Narcis Prince hcs? u said you've got quite a few 👀👀
- erporo
YEEHAW I FINALLY GET TO TALK ABOUT MY NARCY BOY THANKLES @erporo
I've been waiting for this for so long mnbjhkgvkjhvkj
(I actually wrote 3 pages of hcs in googles docs just for this ask lol)
Anyways, this is gonna be long so hold on to your butt!
Important ones first!
He is pretty self centered, but he's not a dick about it. At least not much more than the other boxers. He's snarky and gossipy but is actually pretty amicable when you get to know him. He sees himself as superior than others not because of his looks or wealth but because he’s very skilled- something he also values highly in others.
He hates his parents, and most of the rest of his bio family too, but loves the staff at his family’s estate- the staff loves him back quite a bit.
In fact, he respects the workers on his family’s estate and most service workers over his parents or family because the workers actually have skills, unlike most of the people he’s related to, who don't do anything except ride off their wealth.
He's very passionate in everything he does and refuses to cut corners. That's why, although he could get away with it, he doesn't cheat- he's got too much respect for both his own skills and the people he's fighting.
Because of his closeness to the staff of his estate rather than his parents, he grew up pretty class conscious and aware that he got a very privileged life, as well as being aware that people who aren’t like him aren’t people he should hate.
A big theme I have for him is people having to change their view of him: most assume he’s nothing but a vain, bitchy, brat- and while he does act like that sometimes, it’s far from his entire personality. Most of the stories I want to write about him revolve around other people having to get over their own assumptions of him based on his tastes and background, accept that yes, he doesn’t inherently disrespect them because they’re poor or different from him, and open up to his warmer side, even if he isn’t always the easiest to get along with
While he is self centered, and definitely not the best at listening to other's problems, he cares a lot about his friends and will never go back on a promise to give a gift or spend time with them. He deeply values his time with people and doesn’t ever want to waste it- even if that means he has to ignore a 100 degree fever to hang out.
He also pays close attention to people's tastes and interests, he likes learning about others and participating in what they enjoy too. If he seems like he doesn’t care about something someone says- it probably means he just didn’t understand it.
Speaking of: Narcis is still questioning his orientation. While he’s sure he’s attracted to men romantically, he isn’t sure if he likes women romantically or just aesthetically. He also wonders if he's a-spec because he’s very picky about romantic partners and values platonic relationships far over romantic ones. If he had to choose between keeping all his friends and never finding love, or finding love but never having friends, he'd always choose the former.
He's also kinda frenemies with glass joe. They’ve both made off-color comments that pissed the other off but they also enjoy a lot of the same stuff and can get along pretty well when together. However, they both can get hot headed and emotional, so a bit of anger sparks between them every time they do hang out.
Now, he truly loves his fancy shit. But as much as he loves upper class culture, he’s also quite fond of lower class and folk culture as well. However, though he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s scared that if he were to get too close to lower class culture, he’d be rejected because he’s a ‘priss’. In reality he wouldn’t be- a lot of the things and people he wants to interact with would love to have him, but Narcis isn’t quite secure in his place in the world yet.
Despite that, he doesn't have many insecurities. He’s not very insecure about his appearance- he knows he’s pretty no matter what, he just doesn’t like looking (Or feeling) bruised on his face. He also rarely gives a shit what people think of his tastes, he loves himself enough.
While he will throw the occasional tantrum- he’s gotten much better from when he was a kid and has a pretty good handle on his anger. He used to be MUCH worse as a kid.
His ‘mum’ (Nanny) is still a big part of his life and they’re extremely close. She’s the only person in the world who isn’t scared when he has a meltdown or gets angry.
AUTISM- his parents refuse to admit it or tell him but he was diagnosed as autistic v young and has known most of his life cause his nanny just told him lol.
He’s got low empathy, but he still puts in a lot of work to be nice to others cause he likes people and he wants people to like him back.
He generally needs a lot of attention and people to talk to cause he’s such an extrovert- it made his childhood extremely tough and frustrating. As an adult, he's a total social butterfly and loves making friends and hanging out with people. He isn't perfect at socializing but he's p fun!
He almost never restricts himself when having fun, whether it be going places he’s never been, to trying new drugs, he IS the man of the party and always an excellent host of one.
He also loves new experiences and learning things about people. He's really curious about other people’s cultures and loves listening to people ramble on about theirs. And ofc, he's always down for trying something new.
Now for a ton of small ones:
His uncle is a baron, something narcis’ parents want him to take on over his cousin, but that he has no interest in.
He deeply respects service workers- always tips at least 50%. But though he's never rude to servers/service workers but does expect the best service no matter what.
Absolutely never takes people’s shit- he’s too good for that.
Even with his better respect of people, he does sometimes need to be treated as the specialist boy™
Loves watching people get into fights- esp over or because of him.
Super sensitive abt horror and HATES it- he can mostly handle kids horror and maybe a funny slasher sequel/parody, but nothing too serious.
He yellow under his shirt around his neck is actually a cravat.
Most of his clothes are custom made.
He has two types of shoes: White sneakers or white/pale loafers- no in between.
His taste in fashion is p tacky lmao.
Likes tight clothes in general.
Hates the name given to him at birth.
However, he adores narcissus flowers.
Fave color is red, second fave is yellow.
Because he’s usually wearing red, his eyes tend to look a little purple.
6’10- you will never be able to pry this hc from my cold, dead hands.
Yes his hair is naturally that blonde.
He’s got the cutest lil dimples :)
blushes/turns red very easily and quickly.
Has his ears pierced and has a million sets of earrings. He's the same way with chapstick and nail polish.
Really goofy laugh.
If he were to get a tattoo, it’d have to be a v on his chest- for victory.
His greatest flaw is that he’s got terrible bo
Has a 20 step skin care routine
Cries in a very pretty way (Think like ariel or belle in their movies lol)
Will use his pretty blue eyes to pout and beg for things
Giggly and flirty while drunk
Picked up a bit of cockney from not only his staff growing up, but his drinking buddies in London
Actually a big fan of beer and beans n toast
Really loves earl grey tea
Loves spicy shit- even if he can barely tolerate it
He’s lowkey vegetarian cause he just prefers fruit & veg over meat
He doesn’t know how to ride a bike anymore cause he’s so tall.
He likes playing with and petting horses but hates riding them- ofc he knows how, he just doesn’t like it v much.
His parents got him a pet ‘teacup pig’ but when it got too big he refused to get rid of it and it still lives with them.
Absolutely adores a couple of sanrio plush toys Heike gave him for his birthday- he’s got a hello kitty doll and a My melody pillow.
Heike called him narcy-warsy as a joke and got his car keyed. The only person who can call him that is a lover, and even then only ironically.
If he likes you, he’s gonna give you a ton of pet names.
He crushes very deeply and passionately- often to the point where he dips into very unrealistic daydreaming.
V much the big jakt person in any relationship he’s in.
Definitely treats any romantic partner of his not only as his bestie, but as a tiny dog he’d carry around in a purse.
Wants a chihuahua SO BAD but refuses to get one because he knows it wouldn’t do well in England’s cold climate.
Loves basketball
Jane Austen nerd, his fave book is pride and prejudice
Loves rap, hip-hop, and r&b music… even the crappy stuff
Loves horseplay, esp pillow fights- please play in the mud with him, he needs the enrichment
Loves taking pictures- he’s not good at it yet, but it’s a fun hobby for him
Has a million coloring books that are completely filled in lol
Likes the beach a lot- no matter the weather
He collects seashells, all of which he picked himself
Spends waay too much time in pinterest making aesthetic moodboards
Has a deep interest in physics. So much so that he learned the frequency of most glass just so he could cause chaos by breaking it with his voice.
Is a countertenor (Basically he can sing in a typically 'women's' vocal range)
Speaks welsh and slovak very well- though his parents don’t know that
It’s very easy to make him laugh
Dreams very vividly
Basically ignores whenever he’s sick lmao
Pays for everything- always
#I'm sorry in advance#I just couldn't be normal about him#i've been rotating him in my brain a LOT#narcis prince#my perfect boy who has never done anything wrong ever#punch out#punch out wii#headcanons#I put so many together cause I wasn't sure when i was gonna be able to dump abt him again lmao#my hcs
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me sitting down to write the most unimaginably down bad piece of fiction ever created (it's not even well-written either to make up for the horniness)
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Friendos I am home w my family for the next ~month due to a surgery Friday (I'm fine) but please if I randomly stop messaging you or don't reply for hours I promise it's not bc I'm mad/bored/ignoring you/whatever it's just cause I'm constantly surrounded by family who doesn't know a thing about me and I cannot be on tumblr around them ever. Also I'll soon be bedridden and loopy so who knows how cognitively I'll be able to function
#I feel bad for disappearing in the middle of a convo but it'll be like. Oh my mother just walked into the room#(I don't have my own room here)#And now she needs me to drive everywhere bc she's working/taking care of the house and my good for nothing father is doing fuck all#Or I start a conversation and oops everyone's in the living room now and I have no where to escape to for the next 4 hours#Etc etc#I'm sorry in advance
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thinking about how if anyone talks to you for too long (aka .00002 seconds) scara will whip up a gust to blow them away
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Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: เขา...ไม่ใช่ผม | Not Me (TV 2021)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Gumpa/Yok (Not Me TV 2021), Sean/White (Not Me TV 2021), Black/Gram (Not Me TV 2021)
Characters: Gumpa (Not Me TV 2021), Yok (Not Me TV 2021), Sean (Not Me TV 2021), White (Not Me TV 2021), Black (Not Me TV 2021), Gram (Not Me TV 2021), Yok's Mother (Not Me TV 2021), Techit (Not Me TV 2021)
Additional Tags: Time Loop, Grief/Mourning, loss of friendship, Self-Hatred, Self-Sacrifice, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Injury, author desperately tries to understand how time loops work, Hospitals
Summary:
Gumpa was fairly certain the breadth of his ineptitude would haunt him for the rest of his life and he knew he deserved nothing less. He’d put Yok in that position, listened to his weak smile and whispered “I’m fine, hia,” despite the nagging in the back of his head that there could be no way Yok was fine, that he needed to get him back to the hospital immediately. It’d taken too long for the ambulance to reach the protest, taken too long to get back to the hospital, just taken too long. Once they’d reached the hospital it had only taken a matter of hours.
He couldn’t understand how someone so full of vibrant life and incandescent love could exit the world without even a whisper. Everything Yok did he did with a bang, and yet he had crept silently into death.
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or an 'everything is wrong, things never should have turned out like this' GumpaYok time loop fic
#not me the series#not me#not me fic#nm fic#nm gumpa#nm yok#gumpayok#one more time fic#AAAA IM VERY NERVOUS POSTING THIS#pls enjoy my first foray into not me fanfic#i'm sorry in advance#bunn writes
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Update for my future AU (tw death/sibling death)
Raph is not the one who dies first anymore, it's Donnie now. I want to have a lot of Raph screen time in my AU, and I like Brains and Brawn duo
Things will be explained further in another post when I have some more time to write/sketch for this idea
And the context behind the blue patches on Donnie's skin will also finally be explained
#technotony future au#technotony separated au#prepare for angst#I'm sorry in advance#brains and brawn#rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#rottmnt future donnit#rottmnt future raph#tw death#tw sibling death
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you know when you're talking to your friends and it just hits you hard, and in your mind you're like 'shit's getting real again' and then your friend looks at you as your face goes blank and you can feel your emotions and will to live seep out of you, and they ask, "tired?"
yes, i am tired. i am tired of my emotions being ignored by all of my friends, and myself. i am tired of feeling like i don't have a right to be depressed. i am tired of asking myself 'why am i torturing myself with living anymore'.
the list could go on.
but of course, i say none of that.
"yeah, just tired" i say each time, even though i can barely hear myself over my mind screaming 'help'.
#depressing shit#tw depressing stuff#dead poetry#poetry#thoughts#relatable#life#spilled ink#spilled poetry#spilled thoughts#poets on tumblr#sorry for being depressing#i'm sorry in advance#i'm sorry i'm like this#and i'm sorry that you have to hear it
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Let's say hypothetically Baxter was real or someone similar exists in real life and they pull the same shit at the end of Step 3. Would you still take them back?
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