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moondirti · 9 hours
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ghost has a bird watching book
nothing fancy, just a humble little pocket guide to britain’s most common avifauna. he carries it with him when he takes johnny out on walks; uses it to identify exactly which feathered bastard keeps chirping up a storm overhead, or perhaps to distinguish between a chaffinch and a robin. it’s silly, but filled with annotations in smudged pencil – comments ranging from when he wasn’t able to match a warbling song to its singer, to a ranking of which passerine’s have the most audacity. he’s found it relaxes him to train his eye on the sky, and so he’s made a hobby of it.
johnny also has a bird watching book.
gifted to him by ghost. unlike his partner’s guide, though, johnny’s book came empty. 50 pages of blank, acid free paper, bound by moleskin with a pencil pocket sewn into the side. he loves his walks with simon. really, he does. but they often meandered through boring paths and would stop in the most anticlimactic places. the sketchbook, then, had the express purpose of giving him “something to do, since your chattering scares away the little shits.”
it seems to work. their treks get quieter, more routine. they start taking the same route twice a week, and now, johnny’s book is filled with sketches upon sketches of one bird in particular.
(that is, the pretty thing who hikes their trail too)
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moondirti · 10 hours
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something soft 🖤
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"Break's over, Roach. Let's go."
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moondirti · 20 hours
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writing has been hard lately, so as an apology for the lame updates, have a little concept piece/wip thing(?) of the continuation of this malaligned babytrap series.
babytrapping! with Kyle is a little bit different, it seems.
because for Kyle, anger exists in a vacuum. a chasm. but unfortunately for him, that abyssal trench dug itself a sanctum a little too close to his heart. his soul. a locksafe made of glass, reinforced with raw grit, resolve. it doesn't bother him much; a mere prickle across simmering nerves. quenchable. controllable.
but the thing about dying is that it tends to put everything into perspective. give nuance and meaning to what he might have taken for granted before. but not always for the best. still. these are usually one-offs. maybe they find religion or a renewed vigour for life. but what happens when it keeps happening? repeated brushes with death's gossamer embrace over and over again. the stench alone might drive a man mad—
something might shift, even. break apart.
and to him, a paradigm sounds like the blaring warnings in a distressed cockpit. wind narrowing to a whipcord. metal crumpling against the pavement. the hiss of gas. the roar of a fire as it gorges itself on engine fuel. death's rotten, gnarled fingers whispering, feather soft, across his nape.
he survives the fall, sure, but not unscathed. something breaks, shattering on impact. if not his flesh, not his bones, then it must have been that glass box housing the ugly, twisting blackhole that eats his wants clean from his bone. he doesn't know what the aftermath will bring, but the latest one seems to have dislodged his heart the prison of his ribs. it's not empty for long. the newly untethered contents of the chasm quickly fill the empty space.
the fallout is a wildfire of desperation fuelled by the dawning realisation of just how fragile human existence really is. and when he finds you're getting a little too close with a new friend in his absence, well. perspective, right? he might die tomorrow, but the fear of leaving you alone forever (with a man who isn't him and nothing to show for your relationship except hollow memories that will soon fade like fingerprints) sits in his guts like curdled milk. it simply won't do.
perhaps he should have called in sick.
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moondirti · 21 hours
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Maximus was unbelievably pretty to me at first glance but his personality and character arc is growing sooooooo much on me as time goes on. I’m sorry to Ghoul lovers, I do like him, but it’s very hard to compete with the raw prettiness and moral ambiguity of Max
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moondirti · 23 hours
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you start dating ghost and soap gets... chummy. too chummy. ye weren't even friends before, and now every second you spend at simon's side is one more opportunity for soap to blow up your phone. sound intentions, you figure. watching out for his battle buddy. so you bear his keen involvement in your relationship with amusement and—endearment.
what can ya say? johnny makes an arse of himself, but what an arse. and simon speaks highly of him, encourages hangouts and gossip seshs, so you embrace it. a boyfriend and a bestie? say less.
soap was never the picture of restraint. three months in, though, you learn just how intrusive a man can get, and how much he was holding back. his advice shifts from preferred gifts to ghost's favourite sex positions. he asks after your dates: where'd you go? d'ye like the movie? how'd he kiss ya? care to demonstrate? and he joins in, sometimes, a dinner here and there, and at the end he shares a look with simon and goes to the guest room. ghost makes you scream louder on those nights, fucks you longer, harder.
your phone buzzes. a text from soap.
scream my name now, see how ghostie treats us ;)
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moondirti · 1 day
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I honestly and truly believe all good AUs should be a little “”””ooc”””” in the sense that good characterisation involves understanding that changes a characters backstory and circumstances will have an effect on how they respond to the world around them
Good characterisation isn’t about creating a perfect 1:1 canon replica it’s about understanding why a character is different in your work and about grounding the changes you do deliberately choose to make in canon character traits
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ITS DONE DA PLAYLIST IS DONEEE
I think i did pretty good, with this.(more might be added on later)
no this is such a sexy playlist u dont understand. I havent been able to listen to everything yet but im eating it up so far!!
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moondirti · 2 days
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I'm always too shy to properly comment or anything but I hope you're safe and healthy during the protests! You seem like an admirable and wonderful person in morals, talent, and compassion ♡♡♡ Stay safe and follow your heart
sweetheart thank you so much! i camped out with a couple of friends last night and despite some aggressive counter-protestors, it was a peaceful time :) regardless, i’ll stay keeping myself safe, and i hope anyone else participating in these student encampments is too
but anyway, thank you <3 this message made me smile. take care of yourself and have a lovely weekend
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moondirti · 2 days
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allo flower!!!
hope you’re doing well :)))) i have nothing to say today beyond i can’t stop thinking about ur stories LMFAO idk why just the way you narrate is so yum and inspiring and makes me want to write even though i have literally no concept of grammar
mwah, mwah, and mWAH,
elle <3
HI ELLE! sorry this took me so long to get to<3 u always light up my inbox, i needed to keep you there for a moment
if you’re inspired to write, write! regardless of whether you think you’d be good at it or not :) my first fanfic was so bad that every time i reread it (because i lost the password to my quotev and cant wipe it from the internet forever) i wanna gouge my eyes out. but i still have to thank it for a lot. after all, it got me where i am today <3
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moondirti · 2 days
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nvm. i found the one to beat it. ohhhh i’m sick..
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sorry but i have never heard more post-soap-death!ghost coded lyrics in my fucking life
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moondirti · 2 days
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sorry but i have never heard more post-soap-death!ghost coded lyrics in my fucking life
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moondirti · 2 days
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Was talking in the tags about Gaz with aches and pains and I was reminded that athletic tape is a thing and just.... Gaz taping his shoulder when it starts aching, something he doesn't let anyone know about save for Price. No reason to get medical involved when he can patch himself up just fine. Besides he doesn't want anyone trying to get him out of the line of duty. It's really just from holding position for long stretches. He doesn't know how Ghost manages to sit for days watching a target down a rifle scope, hours of it set his muscles on fire. But he doesn't want to seem weak, it's hard enough being Price's golden boy, people are already looking for weaknesses to pick at. So he does it all himself.
Except he always has trouble taping one stretch on his back and it's not something he can ask for help with from anyone. Except maybe you. He shows up at your door and hustles you back into your room with a few quick glances around the barracks hall. You sarcastically invite him in and he just tosses you a roll of athletic tape, strips his shirt off and turns his back to you. It's not exactly an order, he hasn't asked anything, but you can see where the tape should fit against his carefully laid web, so you tear a piece off the roll and lay it over his skin. Maybe you take a moment to smooth it out and check the rest of his work, not feeling the firm muscles of his back or admiring how well built he is.
It's a short moment before his tee is back over his head and he's plucking the tape from your hand, kissing you cheek with a, "let's keep this between us, eh love?" and you don't know how to respond to that. When did you become "love"? Why did he kiss you? Is that where you are with him? Can you barge into his room now? You feel Gaz brush past you, hear your door open and close, hear him whistling down the hall. Should you be reading into this? You're not going to read into this, or you might explode.
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moondirti · 2 days
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Hii, I was wondering if you have an account on the character AI, if not I think it would be amazing to create a character from your fics there, for example mafia141, just a suggestion, I love mafia 141 and there the readers could interact more with the character
uhm... yeah, no.
i never plan and do not give anyone permission to take my fics and put them on any ai platform. honestly the thought of it alone seriously makes my stomach feel like it's splitting in half. like the thought that i've put in so much effort to build these characters and scenarios and someone would just put all that into an ai is just... mind boggling to me.
ai steals works from creators. creators like me, the writer who's given you guys these characters, and other amazing authors. anything the ai would churn out would just be a pale imitation of other peoples hard work. work that we've poured hours into creating for you guys.
honestly, i pride myself in creating and publishing works and posts as often as i do despite my hectic irl life, and the fact that it seems like you're wanting more despite it, and wanting to put it through something that unapologetically plagiarizes other works really hurts. if you want to interact more with the characters, you can wait for me to publish more works, and if it's not enough for you, you're more than welcome to write your own fics based on your own ideas. you can send me asks about them! or literally interact on the posts here on tumblr! i feel like i do a pretty good job at responding to you guys! at least i hope! but please don't put it into ai.
i'm trying to stay level headed about this, but i feel like i can speak for a lot of authors when i say it feels really insulting when people do this. like i literally love and look forward to your guys reactions and comments and thoughts and make time in my day to interact with everyone so this just feels like a punch to the gut lmao.
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moondirti · 2 days
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If you see him
It's already too late
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MAXIMUS FALLOUT (2024— ) S01E03, "The Head"
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